The Limits of Violence #1
The Limits of Violence #1
Cho-yul and Park Tae-i's battle of wills continued. Fortunately, I was in the middle, so I could prevent an intense fight.
"Ah, you fucking bitch..."
"The Jjakdaegi-pae..."
During the second period, as sleepiness slowly wore off, Cho-yul had to leave the classroom for sports club activities. She seemed bothered by just Park Tae-i and me remaining, so she resisted for a long time before reluctantly leaving.
"You, what happened between you and that bitch? Why is she so obsessive?"
"...Hmph, I'm not talking to you."
"Oh? Are you trying to act cheeky again?"
"You do whatever the fuck you want, so I'll do whatever the fuck I want too. The innocent Ji-yoon of the past is gone now. She died a cold death..."
"Ha, you bitch... why do you even look cute when you act out? Fuck."
She tapped my dick and stroked my butt. She's a woman with bad habits. Dignity is important for a person!
As soon as Cho-yul disappeared, Park Tae-i began to sexually harass me. She touched my breasts as if they were her own, kneaded my face like a doll, and treated my dick like a dildo. It felt like my dignity was being forcibly excreted.
...For reference, it's currently class time.
'This is too much... aren't we going to get caught like this?'
The one I was most concerned about was Ha-yoon. It was awkward in the morning, so I couldn't greet her properly. My original plan was to naturally continue the conversation and mend our relationship, but the atmosphere was dark, so I couldn't have a proper talk. ...And Park Tae-i was also next to me.
"...You whore, if you're so concerned, at least hide your face."
"Huh?"
I didn't know what she was talking about. As I tilted my head, Park Tae-i suddenly lifted her skirt.
Her tanned thighs, pressed against the chair, were exposed. Her panties, aged for two days, yesterday and today, were also revealed. My brain sounded a sex alarm.
"Lie down."
"...Yes, ma'am."
Park Tae-i's lap pillow! With a strange tremor, I lowered my head. Naturally, my face was directed towards her pussy. Even a saint probably couldn't resist Tae-i's scent.
Just then, the teacher was writing on the blackboard at a perfect time. I pulled my butt back and lay on Tae-i's lap. Her thigh flesh pressed against my ears and temples. Her skirt covered my face. Immediately, a lewd scent wafted up.
'...I'm getting hard.'
It was an enormous stroke of luck to be able to bury my head in such a lewd body. ...Although she was the woman who distanced me from Ha-yoon, I had to admit what needed to be admitted.
I inhaled through my nose. Tae-i's unique body scent filled my olfactory organs. As I continued to smell it, a python made of blood lifted her skirt.
"You idiot... is my scent really that good?"
'...Fuck.'
I had nothing to say.
I moved my face closer to her pussy. A pussy scent that made me want to devour it wafted out. As I buried my nose in her panties, Park Tae-i suddenly stroked my dick. My stiff dick, as if welcoming her touch, dripped Cooper's Fluid like droplets.
Her hand caressed my dick. I had felt it before, but Park Tae-i was exceptionally good at handjobs. Skillfully, she found the pleasurable spots, stimulating my genitals section by section according to my reactions.
Like a pig divided into cuts. She divided my dick into "dick neck meat," "dick belly," and "dick heart," and masturbated it with different hand shapes.
Jijik! Jijik! Beobeok! Beobeok! Tak-tak-tak!
It was a level close to art, so at first glance, it seemed as if she was conversing with my dick. She even rolled my balls occasionally, causing the depleted semen to gradually accumulate.
'I'm happy, but... I can't just let it happen.'
I bit her pussy through her panties. The pussy flesh in my mouth was so lewd I could feel it through the fabric. The texture was chewy, making it good to bite.
The problem was that the position was terribly uncomfortable due to her thick thighs. Park Tae-i did spread her legs to some extent, but given the posture, the area I could bite was inevitably limited.
To overcome the limit, I greedily sucked on her pussy. She, too, squeezed my dick as if she wouldn't be outdone. It was a world of the strong preying on the weak, of fucking and being fucked. I couldn't be sure who would cum first.
"Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum."
Park Tae-i let out a devilish whisper. My balls trembled with every word. The level of arousal was inhumanly intense.
Bureureureuk!
Her hand was full of cloudy cream, as if she had applied a thick mud pack.
"You fucking bitch... you really love getting handjobs, don't you?"
"..."
She let the semen drip onto the floor and wiped away the remaining residue with a wet wipe. Seeing her even throw the wet wipe on the floor made me doubt if she had any morals at all.
"What are you spacing out for? Keep sucking. Like the whore you are."
She pressed my head down. In the end, I had to bury myself in her thigh flesh and chew on her pussy until I was sick of it.
...I didn't want to admit it, but I was satisfied.
I was drenched in sweat from sucking on her pussy inside the hot skirt. During break time, Park Tae-i looked at my sorry state and smiled contentedly. My pride was hurt by the feeling of being treated so roughly.
* * *
When Cho-yul returned, she sniffed as soon as she got to her seat. She smelled something and stared at Park Tae-i with a hardened expression.
"What are you staring at, you fucking idiot?"
"..."
Cho-yul felt something was off, but perhaps lacking certainty, she remained silent. However, she continued to glare intently at Park Tae-i until the end. If I hadn't been in the middle, a fight would have broken out long ago.
'Like a dog...'
The continuous uncomfortable cohabitation felt precarious and dangerous, like standing on thin ice. I didn't know if I could overcome the ongoing trials.
I even thought about letting them fight to end the repeated battle of wills, but an anxiety piercing through my chest vehemently opposed it. It was merely a trivial feeling, but I couldn't ignore it.
Unaware of my trembling anxiety, Park Tae-i kneaded my butt. Cho-yul also quietly stroked my thigh. Both of them were doing things that would immediately escalate into a fight if caught by the other.
Their actions were no different from a ticking time bomb, and I felt like I was going crazy. Mediating a triangular relationship was maddeningly difficult.
To mediate, I had to prove my legitimacy and somehow hide each other's weaknesses that they could tear into.
The problem was that I wasn't particularly legitimate in the relationship, and my surroundings constantly created fodder for fights. To mediate, I had no choice but to deceive everyone.
'Hoo... I can't breathe...'
It was the first time I felt unwell even after ejaculating semen. My balls grew cold, and my hands trembled.
I had to continue being a "ganjaebi" (someone who tests the waters) until school ended. The bat within me flapped its wings.
* * *
After school ended, I went outside. As soon as I did, Park Tae-i grabbed me. I resented my body, which was being lightly dragged along like a balloon doll.
"At least tell me where we're going..."
"Our Ji-yoon is prettiest when she shuts her mouth, isn't she?"
"..."
She was a fucking bitch.
The place Park Tae-i dragged me to was the shopping alley where I masturbated on the day of the 1-hoecha entrance ceremony. Deep inside the alley was Park Tae-i's beloved 6-cylinder motorcycle.
Park Tae-i, this crazy bitch, changed the direction of the motorcycle with brute force. The sight of a motorcycle, not even a bicycle, actually being lifted by sheer strength left me speechless.
"What are you doing? Aren't you getting on?"
"Yes, ma'am..."
She was a fucking bitch, but she was also a monster beyond that, so I shouldn't mess with her. I pressed my dick against Park Tae-i's butt and wrapped my arms around her waist. ...To be honest, I got a little hard.
"Hehe... you really have no sense of timing, you perverted bitch."
"Hmm, hmm..."
Since it was a disadvantageous situation, I said nothing.
The sound of the 6-cylinder engine roared, and the wheels turned.
Buaang! Buaaaang! Buaaaaang!
The motorcycle set off with me tightly hugging her female body. Her breasts and butt vibrated, making it feel good to hold her.
"Kyaak! ...You startled me!"
"Hey, you brats!"
The motorcycle hadn't passed the sidewalk yet, so it startled citizens here and there. It seemed like it would be a rough ride.
Buaaaang!
We traveled along the long river in the city. It was called Elephant River, a rather eco-friendly place with a wide river where various fish and ducks resided.
A sweet female body driving a motorcycle on the sun-drenched river... I felt hazy, as if I had taken drugs. I found myself unnecessarily rubbing my face against Park Tae-i's back.
"..."
Her ears turned red. It was funny that she, who had roughly raped me, was embarrassed by a mere face rub.
I buried my nose in Park Tae-i's neck and licked it with my tongue. I lifted her heavy breasts. ...I didn't have any ulterior motives; I was simply being convenient. Human table, Lee Ji-yoon!
While touching her breasts, I rubbed my butt slightly. To have my dick sitting behind her... it was practically like she had given permission for my body.
As I touched her body, I remembered yesterday's events and became emotionally angry. Wasn't the incident with Ha-yoon ultimately an attempt to control my dick? If so, it was only right that I, too, controlled Tae-i's pussy.
I whispered in Park Tae-i's ear in a sticky tone.
"Whose pussy is Tae-i's?"
"...What?"
"Whose pussy is Tae-i's, I asked."
I powerfully stroked her clothed pussy. Like turning a millstone, the rubbing pussy flesh soothed my gloomy mood.
"This... whose is it?"
"..."
"I think it's mine... do you have any objections?"
If she did that kind of shit to me, I think she should at least give me a share. As a person, one should engage in fair trade with proper business ethics!
"Crazy... whore... you bastard..."
Park Tae-i, drawing out her words, continued driving whether I touched her pussy or not.
"...Oh? It got wet."
Her pussy was full of moisture. She muttered quietly enough not to be heard. Faintly, I heard the word, "fuck."
"...We're here. Get off."
"This is... a park, isn't it?"
The place we got off was a half-abandoned park with no people. It seemed to have been a long time since it was maintained, as plants that should have been trimmed were sharply overgrown.
"Why did we come here?"
"It's my business."
"..."
Park Tae-i sat on a park bench and smoked a cigarette. Judging by her reaction, she didn't seem to have any intention of explaining why we came here.
I clicked my tongue at her arbitrary behavior. I was annoyed, but having come all this way, I couldn't run away. I quietly sat next to her.
As I sat on the bench, Park Tae-i's beloved motorcycle caught my eye. Perhaps resembling its owner, its size, exceeding the average, and aggressive visual stood out.
"...But why do you like motorcycles?"
My body felt sluggish, so meaningless chatter naturally came out.
"Because motorcycles don't betray you."
"...Betrayal?"
It was an answer I hadn't expected at all. I thought she would at most say something like, 'I can ride freely'... but it was an excessively serious answer.
Having nothing more to say, I blankly observed the motorcycle. Upon careful inspection, I noticed a slightly alien, slanted, and elongated cylinder.
"What's that? It doesn't look like a part of the motorcycle..."
"...It's nothing special, just something that occasionally comes in handy."
"Hmm..."
She didn't seem to have any intention of telling me. I wasn't particularly curious either, so I didn't press for an answer.
"Hey... what do you want from me?"
"...You have an awful lot of questions today."
"It's because your mood is weird today! ...Ugh, never mind. I'll just touch your pussy."
I unhesitatingly reached out and touched her pussy. I lifted her skirt and took out my erect dick. Park Tae-i chuckled and grabbed my dick, giving me a handjob.
...Because I was such a weak human, I avoided troublesome matters and indulged in primal pleasure. If there were drugs in front of me, I probably would have inhaled them without hesitation.
I tried hard to forget Ha-yoon's wavering eyes. ...More accurately, I ignored them.
Rational actions, emotional actions... I couldn't stand on the boundary of either. Only, the cheek that Park Tae-i had slapped stung painfully.