A Wayward Female Must Be Punished
If I did wrong, I deserved to be punished, didn't I?
Just as his finger pressed against my perineum and scraped along my inner walls, and a dizzying wave carried me toward a light climax—Vincent pulled his fingers out yet again.
"Haah, ngh! Stop it already… doing something like this… hng! There's nothing good about it…!"
My brain was melting. My body was screaming. Please, just let me come.
"Adela's body just can't get enough of it. Look at you right now. Your hole is opening and closing over and over, begging for my cock."
"What?! N-No! It's not like that!"
"What do you mean, it's not? Look what you've done to me, too. Go on—look forward to it."
He took my hand and made me touch himself. It was so scorching hot that I feared the skin of my palm would blister just from contact. Too aroused to contain himself, he was leaking so much pre-cum that it might as well have been an orgasm already. And yet Vincent, utterly ignoring his own throbbing length, stayed focused solely on tormenting me.
He untied one of the many knots in the cord looped over the beam, letting the rope lengthen just a little. I was finally able to slump downward, and some of the tension drained out of my body. Vincent slid his hands under my arms, hauled me up, and set me on my knees.
"Spread your knees."
"…Wh-What are you trying to do?"
Annoyed that I questioned him instead of obeying, he wordlessly pried my legs apart himself. Vincent lay down before me with his head turned toward me, showing off his cock standing stiffly upright. It was such an indecent sight that normally I would have turned my face away or fixed my gaze anywhere else—but right now, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Huh? What are you doing?!"
Startled as he tried to slide his head between my knees, I scrambled backward to escape—but Vincent wasn't about to let me. He clamped down on my thighs, blocking my retreat at the source, then settled his head between my legs and stared up at the ceiling.
"Why are you doing this! L-Let go! Vincent!!"
It was an unbearably shameful position. Right now, Vincent was gazing, without a shred of restraint, at my dripping sex laid bare before his eyes. Honestly, I wanted to kick the head sitting between my legs.
Vincent kissed each of my inner thighs in turn, then gripped my hips and pulled me down. My precious place between my legs settled onto his face.
"Hyaa?! I-I can't breathe…!! I-It's touching! Don't look—ahh!!"
I braced myself against the beam with my bound arms, trying to stop my body from being dragged down. But against Vincent's strength, there was nothing to be done. Fully seated on his face now, all I could do was watch helplessly as his breath tickled my groin.
"You're dripping so much juice—can't I have a taste of you, Adela?"
"No! Kyaa?! Why even ask if you're not going to wait for an answer!!"
Still lying back, Vincent began licking the trembling petals that were spilling their nectar all over his face. When I twisted my body to get away, he wrapped his arms around my hips and shut the movement down.
"Slurp. You're delicious, Adela. This taste is mine alone. I won't give it to anyone."
My spine arched, my breath hitched. My head tipped back, and with my strength gone, I slumped forward. My arms bent all the way behind me, the cord pulled taut. He slipped his tongue between my lower lips and began kissing me deeply. He sucked and lapped so ravenously that pleasure shook my brain hard.
"Haangh! Stop! Enough already! I don't want this! You don't have to go this far!"
My face, bent forward over him, was struck by his cock. The tingling contact drew all my attention to Vincent's member. Pressing its angrily engorged length against my cheek as if commanding me to lick it, I turned my head to escape—and this time his tongue came hunting from below.
Because I'd fallen forward, my other flower had been peeking out just slightly, and Vincent lifted his head and tried to kiss that place now.
"No! Nngh! That place… it's dirty!! Don't lick it, don't put your tongue in!!"
"It's not dirty. Relax."
"Please, I'm begging you—not there, anywhere but there, please!!"
"Sorry. You smell far too sweet down here for that."
As he toyed with my chrysanthemum with his mouth and I fought to hold back the rising pleasure, his cock drifted toward my face. Vincent's scent—a grown man's scent—poured in through my nose and numbed my mind. The pre-cum beaded at his tip had overflowed and was welling out, right there in my line of sight.
He looked like he was in agony. The way his tip twitched and shuddered—the smell of it—seemed to be telling me to take him in myself. He'd been wringing my whole body mercilessly, and it had been so hard to endure, so I understood exactly how much that thing before my eyes must have been suffering.
That's right—just a little. A little wouldn't hurt, would it?
With a trembling heart, I painfully opened my mouth and brought it to his tip.
Chuuup.
Like a greeting—don't be startled—I pressed my lips to the head.
Huh? What am I doing?
The instant those paralyzed thoughts recovered, my mind snapped wide awake. D-Did I just take Vincent's cock in my mouth of my own will? I spat it out in shock.
"Ugh, ptui! What—what is this…?!"
Startled, I'd spat out his cock, but now he pushed his tip forward, trying to force his way back into my mouth. I turned my head to dodge, and it prodded my cheek.
"No, I won't do it. Hnggh?! Stop—stop licking there!"
Because I wouldn't suck him off, Vincent bucked his hips to thrust his length at me even as he alternated between sucking my anus and my pussy, laving my pleasure points raw.
"Haaagh! Ugh! Uubgh!"
And then, when I finally couldn't bear his torment any longer and my mouth fell open with a moan, Vincent didn't miss his chance—he shoved himself inside.
His cock was forced down the depths of my throat, and a thick, masculine musk flooded my mouth while the sheer size of it brought tears to the corners of my eyes. As he rolled his hips and ravished the inside of my mouth, I couldn't understand why his deep, rich scent struck me as somehow fragrant.
What is happening to me? Have I truly become a female? Have I become a female, just like my mother?
I saw her—my mother, smiling at me even as she gave her body over to Ma Cheonseong. That expression of hers, unable to abandon her maternal love even while being utterly ravaged by pleasure. My mother stroked my cheek. And then, in a moment, my mother became me.
Where Ma Cheonseong had been, Vincent now stood. Just as my mother had once clung to Ma Cheonseong, I clung to Vincent, overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding in, falling—falling—into being a female.
No. No more. Even the reason I'd been clinging to by my fingernails was beginning to blur, as though something had slipped in and contaminated it. If this went on, my mind would be kneaded into shape by Vincent's hands, just like before. He never told me what he'd done, but the fact that I now naturally thought of him as my husband and took his cock inside me as a matter of course—there was every chance his scheming was behind it.
I had to turn my mind somewhere else, even for a moment. If I stayed like this, I'd be caught by Vincent and live out the rest of my life as his wife. As his female.
Using my bound hands, I gripped the cord that held me instead. I pulled at it, but the material was tougher than it looked—it wouldn't tear free easily. While Vincent was lost in my body, I had to find a way to escape. The bedroom door was shut and locked. There were no other windows—only the skylight, barred over. Even if I could work these bonds loose, the only exit from him was that bedroom door, one that would never open without his leave.
"You're not focusing."
The moment I'd grown absorbed in my scheming and slackened in sucking his cock, Vincent's voice turned glacial. Damn it—he'd caught me thinking of something else.
"No… I-It's not that. I was just… tired! That's all, I was tired…!!"
He growled right against my ear. "Tired, were you? Fine. Then I'll make you focus."
Vincent slipped out from between my legs and moved behind me. Then he shoved my shoulders down and yanked my hips up, forcing my head down. My bound hands were lifted above my head, propping up my upper body as it threatened to collapse.
"Ngh! V-Vincent! You don't have to go this far! Don't—"
Gripping my hips, he pressed his tip against my entrance. "Like this, even if you hate it, you'll focus."
His cock carved into me, my already heated lower lips swallowing him deep. The inner walls of my pussy, long since melted to mush, clenched and squelched, gripping down hard on the uninvited guest spreading me wide open.
"Ah, haah… ngh! Ungh! It's too… too big! Wh-Why is it so big?! Nnngh! Aaah! Haah! Hnngh!"
Vincent must have reached his limit too—he drove in to the hilt and emptied all the desire he'd been holding back straight into my womb. A deluge of semen so hot I mistook it for heat itself filled that exquisitely sensitive place to the brim.
He brought his mouth to my prostrate back, continuing his gentle ravishment. "Let go. Untie this. Stop—if you keep going, I'll get weird… I can't—"
He bit, sucked, licked, refusing to let me be so that I would feel even more. He gripped my breasts in both hands and teased my nipples with his fingertips. When my legs gave out and I started to fall, Vincent caught me from behind, holding me tight in an embrace—which meant that, in time with his climax, I went over the edge a little too.
"Haangh! Nngh! I hate it, I said I hate this—!"
But it wasn't enough. The pleasure piled up inside me couldn't be spent by a climax this small. Even after spilling himself, his cock grew harder and bigger still, pressing its heat into me. It was as if he were saying that he, too, wasn't satisfied yet. The semen packed full in my belly still burned hot, and his cock, nudging at me from within as if to say we weren't done, teased me all the more.
"Hyaa♥ Nngh♥ Don't… don't move inside…!!"
Vincent, having confirmed that I'd come even a little, rebuked me in an angry voice. "Adela, you just came, didn't you? I told you—no coming while I'm punishing you."
I had no words to answer him with. In the end, he would do exactly as he pleased.
"Hyaa?! Wh-What was that…?"
Just as I gave up and waited for his next scolding words, flesh smacked against flesh and my backside burst into flame. Vincent brought his palm down on my ass again and again as he spoke.
"A female who comes without permission needs to be punished."