In a Harmonious Male Author's Household (4)
“Mmph… nngh…”
Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — schlurp… schlurp…
Ian’s cock is thick and long, and forcing it all the way down my throat makes me want to throw up. It hasn’t even gone halfway in and it’s already hitting the back of my throat.
“Nngh… mmph…”
Tears and snot ran down together. She couldn’t close her mouth, and the drool spilling from her lips streamed down over her chest.
I thought living as a pretty girl would be easy. Look at me now…
“Move your tongue a little, will you?”
May wanted nothing more than to bite down on Ian’s cock and tear it off, but her terror-frozen body refused to obey. She had no choice but to start working her tongue up and down in small, reluctant strokes.
“Ghk… mmph…”
Saliva kept pouring from her mouth without pause, until her chest was already soaked through and gleaming.
“That’s it — good girl. Keep doing that.”
He praised her with a satisfied smile. Still holding his cock in her mouth, May watched as Ian rolled his hips, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust.
“Mmph— mmph—”
When the head of his cock punched into the deepest part of her throat, a sudden wave of nausea closed off her air. She frantically slapped at his stomach. He pulled out.
“Cough… ghk… ugh— bleh—”
She retched dry heaves onto the floor, spitting up spit and some thick, unidentifiable fluid.
A face covered in tears and drool. I want to die.
“That’s enough. Strip and lie down.”
“Hah… hah…”
Barely catching her breath, May peeled off her pajama pants and lay back on the bed. He settled in behind her and reached for her spit-slick, glistening breasts.
“Hhk—”
What the hell?
It was still repulsive — but the moment his fingers teased her sticky, wet nipples, the air left her lungs in a single rush. It felt like drowning: every scrap of breath fled her chest at once, and sweat beaded across her skin.
“Look at that — your nipples are hard. You like it that much?”
“Nngh… stop…”
“Stop? Fine. If your pussy’s dry, I’ll stop.”
Grinning, Ian slid a hand between her legs.
“Huh? What’s this? You’re already this wet? Was my cock that good?”
With a nasty little laugh, he started working her open with rough, calloused fingers.
Damn it!
Shaking with humiliation, May thrashed with everything she had. No matter how hard she fought, she could not break free of his hold.
“Hold still! You’ll wake Fana.”
She came back to herself and looked ahead — and there was her little sister’s sleeping face.
I’m being done like this right in front of my sister?
It was wretched. Suddenly the arms locking her down tightened. One hand pinched her nipple; the other rubbed her clitoris without mercy. May’s pride was so raw she could have cried.
Even in a situation this serious, is all my desperate struggling just a tantrum to him?
“Let go, you bastard! I’ll kill you!”
She screamed and drove her elbow into his gut as hard as she could.
“Kh— you little— won’t stay still, will you?”
Before she knew it, the cold edge of a dagger was at her throat.
That was when she saw Fana’s face again. Fana’s eyes were squeezed shut — but her eyelids were trembling. She was probably already awake.
Haa…
The sight of it drained the fight right out of her.
Keep resisting and I’ll only get myself killed. If my little sister gets dragged into this filthy mess too, it’ll be a disaster.
The moment May went limp, Ian groped over her body for a while, then started trying to push his cock into her from behind. His aim was off; the hard shaft jabbed at her ass here and there as he tried to find his way.
“Stop it! Don’t put it in, please—”
She raked her nails across the arm wrapped around her.
“Hold still! I’m not putting it in…”
“Ghk—”
A thick, heavily muscled arm snaked around her throat and squeezed. She felt the dense hair on his arm brush over her face. The world went dark at the edges, and the terror of dying rose up again — the sensation of freefalling off a bottomless cliff.
With one arm still locked around May’s neck, he used his other hand to aim his cock and shoved it into the triangle where her pussy met her thighs. The sudden intrusion of that hard, massive shaft between her legs made every muscle in her body scream in shock.
“Khnnngh…”
She had been wet without realizing it, so it didn’t hurt as badly as it might have — but the feeling was filthy beyond words.
“I’m moving.”
Schlick… schlick…
The wet sound of flesh rubbing between her thighs and the mound of her pussy filled the room.
“Hah… hah… fuck, that’s good… rubbing against your pussy like this… you’re soaked too, aren’t you?”
Right against the nape of her neck she could feel every hot, ragged breath that piece of human garbage was panting out. That scorching, enormous cock forced its way through the narrow gap of her thighs. May clenched with everything she had, trying to push him out — and failed. All she managed was to make the shame burn hotter.
“Your pussy clamps down so damn good. I love you.”
You vulgar piece of shit…
He crushed her body beneath his own and worked his hips hard. She could feel that rigid cock pressing and grinding against her thighs and her pussy from the inside. Even the curses had dried up. She simply lay there under a crushing sense of defeat, feeling herself being stirred and used between the legs.
She didn’t want to cry, but the tears came anyway, unstoppable.
“St… stop…”
A thin, feminine voice slipped out of her mouth. She tried to pry the thick arm from her throat; he only drove his hips harder. Flesh slapped against flesh, and the cock thrashing between her thighs seemed to swell even thicker.
“Please stop… You like doing this to your little sister? You’re not even human.”
The words left her before she could stop them — her true feelings, raw.
“Quiet. You’ll wake Fana…”
He bit down on her flushed ear and started pounding into her even harder.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick—
“Nngh… I’m coming!”
His whole body shuddered with pleasure. In the same instant he bit into the nape of her neck. Pain flared as if the flesh might tear — and still he didn’t stop moving his hips. She twisted, trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go.
“Coming—!”
Spurt— spurt—
He came across May’s thighs in hot, sticky ropes. In the cramped space between her legs she felt it like a water gun firing — thwip, thwip.
Fuck, what is this… disgusting…
Last time she had blacked out halfway through and been spared this dogshit feeling. This time she felt every second of it with a clear head.
“Hic… khh…”
She couldn’t hold the feelings back; the tears wouldn’t stop. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Ian still hadn’t pulled away. He kneaded her breasts, savoring the last of it, and rubbed his spent, soft cock between the cheeks of her ass. She wanted to die.
May felt like she was going to lose her mind, so she tried to think differently.
Right. It’s not like I’m dying. I can get through something like this. When you think about it, it’s nothing. Just sexual assault… and it’s not even the first time. I’m not even a woman — something like this shouldn’t shock me, right?
But the bleakness in her chest refused to loosen the way she wanted it to. A crushing defeat and a bone-deep helplessness settled over her. Only now did she think she understood why May had taken the medicine.
Morning, maybe?
I must have fallen asleep at some point. Fana had already gone back to her own room. When I sat up, the semen trapped between my sex and my thighs ran out and soaked the sheets.
“Haa… he just came all over me like that…”
Filthy. What if I’d bitten him? He stuck his cock in my mouth — wasn’t he afraid of that?
Then again, a man who was afraid of that would never have touched me in the first place.
I got a towel, wet it, and cleaned myself off.
Two days left until I left for the Academy.
“Right. Just hold out two more days… and I’m done with this filthy house.”
Swallowing the rage and the humiliation, I took out the black book and opened it. I turned the pages and examined every line with care, but nothing had changed from yesterday.
What even was this book? The writing read like advice — no, like prophecy — and there was nothing else in it. May had followed what was written here, so it clearly wasn’t an ordinary book, and yet I couldn’t find a single clue. It didn’t seem to write something new every day, so I put it back in the safe for now.
My eyes wandered the room and stopped on one spot.
A gleaming dagger in its sheath. The dagger Ian had taken from me yesterday was lying on the floor in one corner of the room, still sheathed. He hadn’t taken it with him. Was that his way of saying even with a dagger I was no match for him?
I remembered his rough fingers and those thick arms. Two or three Mays — no, ten of them — still wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
“Should I start doing push-ups or something? Haa…”
I shook my head and picked up the dagger, strapping it carefully to my right thigh. Even the black leather-bound book said as much: against someone I couldn’t match in raw strength, this dagger was my only hope.
I needed to get revenge on Ian or I’d never feel clean again. I wanted to show him that touching me came with a price. Being this helpless, taking it over and over — my pride couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll have my revenge within two days.”
I clenched my teeth and swore it.