Rustling Pages
Eunhwa carried Ahyeon into the room and laid her down carefully on the floor.
The cold prison floor pressed against her back, and Ahyeon curled in on herself with a shiver. Her clothes had been shredded beyond saving by Kim Taeyeon, leaving her pale skin bare and exposed.
Eunhwa opened the wardrobe at the back of the room, pulled out one of the outfits she herself was currently wearing, and returned to dress Ahyeon in it.
The clothes had been tailored to Eunhwa's frame, so they hung loose on Ahyeon's smaller body. The top, at least, stayed on even if it slid off her shoulders with every movement, but the bottoms slipped straight down her hips and pooled at her feet.
"Haah…"
Eunhwa sighed at the sight.
"Well, at least the top covers everything."
And indeed, just as she said—the long top draped all the way down over her lower half, so at least Ahyeon's most precious places weren't on blatant display.
Ahyeon, embarrassed all the same, kept tugging the hem of the fallen clothes downward anyway.
Watching her for a moment, Eunhwa climbed onto her own blanket in the corner of the room, opened the book she'd been interrupted from reading earlier, and picked up where she'd left off.
"…"
Ahyeon hugged her knees and glared at her.
"Coward…."
She hated Eunhwa. The woman had acted like she was coming to her rescue, only to end up treating her no differently from everyone else who'd been standing there. She'd even made this grand, heroic entrance as if she meant to help—so the betrayal cut that much deeper.
Eunhwa, utterly indifferent to whatever Ahyeon might be thinking, simply turned another page.
'…Am I the only one who cares about this?'
Whatever the process had looked like, Eunhwa was the woman who had taken Ahyeon's first time. She hated her for it—and yet she couldn't help how much the woman occupied her mind.
"Ahem…!"
Ahyeon gave a small, pointed cough, trying to catch Eunhwa's attention, but nothing came back. Not even a glance. Eunhwa just kept reading, calm and unmoved.
"…Hmph!"
The indifference irritated her, and Ahyeon pushed herself up off the floor.
Whatever her reasons were, the woman was still a rapist—and Ahyeon decided that sharing a room with her might well be dangerous.
Whether that was truly the reason, she couldn't say for certain, but at the very least, that's what Ahyeon told herself.
So, putting on as brave a front as she could manage, she grabbed the door handle and made to leave.
Then Eunhwa spoke, low and quiet.
"Don't go."
"…Hmph."
Ahyeon ignored her, reaching for the door anyway. A rapist, of all people, telling me what to do? she muttered under her breath.
"…I won't stop you by force. But know this—if something happens to you out there, I won't be helping you."
"…"
Ahyeon froze at those words.
When she thought about it, outside this room there were still countless women who had wanted to devour her earlier.
Eunhwa was no exception—but even so, being taken by one woman had to be better than being passed around by a crowd.
Ahyeon hated herself for weighing it at all. And yet she couldn't open the door. Because she was afraid.
"I really hate this."
With those words, she let go of the handle and trudged to the corner, sinking down against the wall.
She hugged her knees and buried her face between them.
Tears threatened to spill. The crushing weight of it—was this how she was going to live, from now on, forever?—made her chest ache.
She felt no guilt for anything she had done before coming to the prison, but she cursed herself all the same, over and over: she should have died there instead, should never have let herself be taken by those soldiers, no matter what.
Ahyeon lifted her head just enough to peek at Eunhwa, still reading.
'…She really is beautiful.'
Rank in the prison wasn't decided by looks, of course. Even so, of everyone Ahyeon had seen in this place, Eunhwa was the most beautiful by far. No—not just in the prison. If she considered her entire life, Eunhwa was a woman who had earned first place without contest.
Saaa.
The soft whisper of a turning page, and Eunhwa's slender fingers drifted into Ahyeon's field of vision.
"Mmgh…."
A small moan escaped her before she could stop it. The moment she saw those fingers, everything that had happened earlier came flooding back.
.
.
.
Rustle, rustle—.
The sound kept intruding while Eunhwa read. Wondering what Ahyeon was up to now, she glanced back over her shoulder.
Ahyeon was squirming, rubbing herself against her own body, wriggling in place.
"…?"
She couldn't tell exactly what the girl was doing, but it seemed to have nothing to do with her, so Eunhwa tried to return to her book. The story was just reaching the good part, and she willed herself to focus harder.
"Nnh…!"
Rustle rustle.
The rustling alone had been irritating enough, and now moans were joining it. A flicker of annoyance crossed Eunhwa's face—her immersion had been thoroughly shattered.
Since concentrating was clearly hopeless, she simply closed the book and turned her whole body toward Ahyeon.
So absorbed was Ahyeon in what she was doing that she didn't even notice Eunhwa's gaze.
That, Eunhwa found outrageous. The girl had ruined her concentration, yet she was so lost in herself she didn't know she was being watched.
And all the while, Ahyeon kept rubbing her crimson-flushed face against her own thighs.
"Haah…"
Eunhwa sighed and walked over to her.
Only when a shadow fell directly over her did Ahyeon finally register Eunhwa's presence.
"Huh?"
Then she looked back and forth between Eunhwa and herself, and slowly began to piece together what she must have been doing.
Pressing down hard on her own lower belly with her fingers, rubbing her thighs together, over and over.
Watching Ahyeon's flustered panic, Eunhwa smirked.
"Guess it wasn't enough, was it?"
There was no subject in that sentence, but Ahyeon had a very good idea what it referred to.
"No, that's not—!"
"Oh? Then what was it?"
"I-I mean… that's…"
She'd shouted her denial first, but Ahyeon herself didn't know why she'd been doing it. Maybe, to soothe the anxiety gnawing at her, her body had unconsciously chased after pleasure.
Eunhwa leaned down and covered Ahyeon's body with her own.
"Kyaaah!"
Eunhwa's face suddenly loomed inches from hers, and soft breasts pressed and rubbed against her—Ahyeon shrieked and shrank back, twisting away.
The prison had no soundproofing to speak of, so the scream carried straight out into the corridor, and the other inmates could only sigh to themselves: the Big Sis and the newbie are at it again.
Whatever they thought, Ahyeon fought desperately to push Eunhwa off, writhing beneath her. She did not want to be taken so brutally all over again. Not that pushing with those thin, feeble arms moved the woman so much as an inch.
Oblivious, Eunhwa placed her hand on Ahyeon's lower belly.
As the hand slid slowly downward, her fingers soon found Ahyeon's slit. The girl wasn't even wearing pants, so nothing stood in the way of those fingers at all.
"It'll feel better than earlier."
Eunhwa murmured it as she slowly pushed a finger inside, and a wet, obscene squelch filled the air.
Squeeelch—.
Ahyeon squeezed her eyes shut, hating the sound.
It wasn't as if she were covering her ears, and what good would closing her eyes do anyway—but both her hands were busy trying to shove Eunhwa away, so this was all she had.
Eunhwa smiled as if she found the whole thing adorable, and toyed with Ahyeon's tightly clenched mouth. She slipped a fingertip between her lips, but Ahyeon's mouth refused the intrusion.
Eunhwa didn't like that. She wanted to pry those lips open. In the prison and outside it, she had always been in a position to take whatever she wanted—and the girl's refusal only made Ahyeon that much more interesting.
Eunhwa pressed her own lips over Ahyeon's.
"…!"
Something soft touched her mouth, and Ahyeon's eyes flew open in shock.
What she saw was Eunhwa, eyes screwed shut, forcing her tongue past her lips.
Ahyeon, without thinking, tried to scream again—and her clenched mouth fell open.
Eunhwa seized the moment without hesitation, her tongue sliding past Ahyeon's lips and into her mouth.
Ahyeon's saliva mingled with Eunhwa's.
The feeling of Eunhwa's tongue against hers was so strange that Ahyeon kept trying to dodge it—but the more she squirmed away, the more their tongues entwined.
Eunhwa liked that about her, and quickened the rhythm of the fingers stirring up Ahyeon's pussy.
Squelch squelch—.
Ahyeon felt like she was losing her mind. Every time she opened her eyes, Eunhwa's beautiful face was right there in front of her; lewd, wet noises poured into her ears; and pleasure overflowed through every inch of her skin.
It was, unmistakably, an unbroken string of miserable situations—and yet her body rejoiced in them, sharpening all five senses to drink in those sensations as deeply as possible.
Thanks to that, it took her only a fraction of the time it had before to reach the edge.
"G-gonna…! I'm coming…!"
Ahyeon sprayed her juices like a fountain, announcing her climax to Eunhwa—but Eunhwa only kept moving her fingers as though she'd heard nothing at all.
"It's never just once or twice with you, remember? So you were touching yourself like that because you needed it, weren't you?"
Eunhwa said.
"No—no, I wasn't! You can't do more…! I'll break!♥"
There was, of course, no way she would break from anything so little, but even these sensations terrified Ahyeon now. In only two times, her every sense had already learned to read everything as pleasure—and she couldn't begin to imagine what she'd become after a few more.
And even that last flicker of reason was swept away, drowned in the waterfall of pleasure as the relentless fucking continued.
"Nngh…! Ahh! Hahh♥"
"See? I told you you'd like it."
"Mmm! I… I like it…!♥ More… more, please…♥"
