The Humiliation of the Sichuan Dang Clan (3)
"Nngh... What a pussy this is. The Second Matriarch's cunt is a true masterpiece."
"Haaah, it's killing me, Brother! Seeing your cock buried all the way inside the Second Matriarch's pussy has me so hard I can barely stand it. Haha—just thinking that I'll get to use that pussy myself soon is driving me wild."
"That's right. I used the Second Matriarch's pussy first. Once I'm finished, you'll have your turn. Second Matriarch, you really do have a magnificent cunt."
"……"
Jong Yak-hui gave no answer to Dang Dupae's words. She could only feel, with terrible clarity, his manhood twitching deep inside her—and despair.
Ah... In the end, I've been defiled. I've taken a man's cock that isn't my husband's. And listen to those filthy words, those lecherous eyes. Filthy, disgusting animals...
She felt every inch of Dang Dupae's cock filling her passage to the brim. The scorching pillar of flesh stuffing her sex was so vivid she could not escape it. And though she knew full well it was not her husband's, her pussy clenched and squeezed around Dang Dupae's cock just as hungrily as it ever had for her husband's—twitching, gripping, milking.
— Twitch, twitch— squeeze, squeeze—
"Hoo... What a grip. Even at her age, the Second Matriarch's pussy squeezes like a virgin's."
"Haaah, stop talking and just thrust already. Finish and cum."
"Tsk. Why treat us so coldly? We're the ones making the antidote that will save the Family Head. Is that any way to behave? You ought to treat us as warmly as you would your own husband."
"I said cum already."
Crazy bastards. They're practically raping me by force and they want me to treat them like my husband? Insane. Even if you've taken my body, that's all you'll ever get.
Jong Yak-hui cursed them silently, heaping every insult she could invent. Her body was already soiled—but she steeled her will anew. Her spirit, at least, would not submit to these two.
"Hoo... Since you put it that way, I'll start thrusting."
— Thrust, thrust— squelch, squelch— slap, slap— wet, wet—
"Nngh—!"
Dang Dupae rolled his hips and began to work his cock in and out of her. Jong Yak-hui's pussy, slick with her own juices, made wet, slapping sounds that only helped him drive deeper; her walls accepted his shaft with smooth, yielding ease.
Nngh... Pl—pleasure...! But I have to endure it.
Two contradictory sensations warred inside her at once. Every time Dang Dupae's cock slid in and out, a soft, rising sexual heat bloomed from her sex—and with every movement, the horror and revulsion of knowing he was using her pussy as he pleased.
— Thrust, thrust— squelch, squelch— slap, slap— wet, wet—
Disgusting. Filthy and horrible. Ah... Something truly filthy and horrible is being done to me.
With every stroke, pleasure rose from her pussy while revulsion flooded her mind, leaving her reeling. For now, the disgust still outweighed the pleasure. She pressed her lips tight and fought not to feel it—and her effort was holding, for the moment.
"Tsk. Cold as stone like this... It's no fun if I'm the only one enjoying myself."
"You said all you needed was my womb and your semen. Enjoyment has nothing to do with it."
"Hah. There ought to be some connection between us, at least."
— Sliiiide—
Still talking of "connection," Dang Dupae lowered his face, trying to press his lips to hers.
— Whip—
Jong Yak-hui jerked her head sharply to the side, dodging his mouth.
"Hah. You'll go so far as to treat me this coldly?"
"You said it yourself. All the prescription requires is my womb and your seed. You don't need my lips. My lips belong to my husband alone. Be satisfied with using my sex and my womb. Don't covet my mouth as well."
She considered offering her lips to either of these men a humiliation beyond endurance, and she refused Dang Dupae's kiss outright. At her icy rejection, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes—then the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
"Hmm. So that's how you want to play it. Very well. If you'd simply opened your heart, we could have enjoyed ourselves together and finished on good terms. Little brother!"
"Yes, Brother!"
"Prepare it."
"Heh heh. I figured it would come to this."
"Indeed."
Dang Dupyeong, who had been watching with feverish eyes from the side, nodded at once and went to the side table, returning with something in hand. Inside a small box was a soft ointment, looking much like a salve one might apply to a wound.
— Pop—
"Nngh!"
Why is he pulling out all of a sudden?
Dang Dupae withdrew his cock and climbed down from the bed. Jong Yak-hui's face filled with confusion at the abrupt end of the thrusting. Dang Dupae smeared the ointment Dang Dupyeong had brought onto his fingers, then began to spread it over her sex.
— Smear, smear—
"Nngh!"
The moment the ointment touched her, Jong Yak-hui gasped in shock.
Wh-what? My pussy suddenly feels like it's burning...
As Dang Dupae worked the ointment over her mound and folds, a fierce heat began to bake her sex from the outside in.
"Wh-what are you putting on my body?"
"Something good for you. So I won't stop at the outside—I'll apply it inside as well."
"Something good for me?"
— Sliiiide— squelch— smear, smear—
"Hyaaah! Wh-what is this?!"
Dang Dupae pushed his fingers into her passage and began coating the ceiling of her walls with the ointment. He twisted and turned his fingers, spreading it thoroughly into every fold. The instant the salve touched her insides, her pussy blazed as if she had been thrust into a furnace.
"Nngh! Wh-what are you doing to me—"
"I told you, I gave you something good. And since I did, our relationship should grow a little closer."
"Nngh! Closer?"
Jong Yak-hui could not make sense of his words. What she knew for certain was that after he applied the drug, everything around her sex burned as if seared by fire. Not only her outer lips—her inner walls were blazing too. And that heat was spreading deeper into her body.
Wh-what is this? It's climbing from inside my pussy, through my belly, into my whole body. Hot energy is racing along my meridians, flooding every inch of me...
She knew by instinct. This scorching energy was extremely dangerous.
The heat that had begun at her mound and deep in her passage climbed past her chest and finally reached her skull.
Haaah, haaah... My head is burning. It feels like my mind is melting. What is this energy?
As her head grew so hot it seemed to dissolve, her consciousness began to blur.
Haaah, haaah... My whole body is on fire. My pussy is burning, my heart feels like it's being consumed, my head is melting...
The heat was everywhere. She could no longer control her own body.
— Grab— soft, yielding flesh—
Her own hands seized her full breasts and began to knead them.
"Haaah, haaah...! My chest is burning. My pussy is burning. Ah... my whole body is so hot. Ah... so hot. I have to cool down..."
Watching her paw at her own breasts, the two men wore lewd, delighted smiles.
"Heh heh! Brother, the Second Matriarch says her body is burning. She's touching her own tits."
"Then we'd better cool her down."
"Shall we?"
— Stroke— tap—
"Hyaaah—! Haaaaah—!"
— Jolt— thump—
Haaah, haaah! Wh-what? He only touched me with his finger—why does it feel like every nerve in my body just fired at once?
Dang Dupae brushed a fingertip across her clit and gave it a light tap. Jong Yak-hui let out a cry she could not hold back; her hips shot up toward the ceiling, then slammed back down onto the bed—an almost purely reflexive motion.
"Heh heh. Just my finger and you're already feeling it that hard."
"Th-that's not true."
"Not true? Then let's check again."
— Stroooke— tap—
"Hyaaah...! Hiiit!"
— Jolt— thump—
Once more his finger stroked and flicked her clit. Another violent jolt seized her; her hips lifted high for an instant, then dropped.
Huff, huff... Wh-what is this? Every sensation in my body feels a hundred times sharper...
The change from moments before was so stark it left her reeling.
"Then shall I sample the Second Matriarch's pussy again? I expect it will taste a little different from before."
— Slurp— lick— stroke, stroke—
"Hyaaah—! Haaaaaaah—! Hnngh, hnngh—!"
The moment Dang Dupae's tongue dragged across her sex, Jong Yak-hui screamed in raw, shattering ecstasy.
— Grab— tremble, tremble, tremble—
Wh-what is this pleasure? This is impossible—this much pleasure—huff, huff!
Without thinking, both her hands locked into Dang Dupae's hair and crushed his face against her pussy. Her thighs clamped tight around his head and began to shake violently. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she twisted and writhed, clinging to the hair of the man licking her open.
The two men watched her and grinned.
— Slurp— lick— stroke, stroke—
"Haaah, haaah...! Hnngh, nngh...! Hnngh, hnngh...!"
The more Dang Dupae lapped at her, the harder she pressed his head into her sex. Then she began to move his head herself—up and down, grinding her pussy against his mouth.