Miyeon Sinks into Depraved Self-Pleasure - 37 -
As Yoo Miyeon pleasured herself, the image of Jinseok flashed in her mind, but she shook her head fiercely, banishing the forbidden incestuous desire.
Yet her mind persisted, relentlessly spinning new fantasies.
(Ahh... Kang Cheonhu...!)
Her thoughts drifted once more to the man who had recently ignited such intense sexual arousal in her—the one and only Kang Cheonhu.
Tanned copper skin, blond hair... and the solid, unyielding feel of his body when he'd pinned her down. Miyeon vividly imagined him in her head.
"Aaah! Hnngh! Aaaah! K-Kang Cheonhu! I... I hate you! Haaah! Hngh!"
She recalled the shameful things he'd done to her—forcing her into a kiss, groping her body at will, kneading her ass with those vile, rough hands.
By all reason, every one of his actions should have filled her with loathing.
But as she dwelled on how he'd toyed with her, Miyeon's body only grew hotter, more aroused.
Her left hand seized one of her breasts, kneading it roughly before her fingers circled the nipple, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud.
Her right hand, stretched between her thighs, stroked the mound of her pussy, then slid up and down the slick slit.
Love juices began to leak from her aroused folds.
"Ahh! Hnngh! Haaah!"
Squelch— squelch— squelch—
Her soaked pussy emitted lewd, wet sounds with every touch.
Miyeon felt the slippery mess coating her fingers, her pussy overflowing far more than she'd expected, drenching her entire crotch and even soaking the bedsheets like she'd pissed herself.
(S-So much... coming out like this...)
The obscene squelching, the flood that drenched her inner thighs—she knew her pussy was leaking an unnatural amount.
But the overwhelming pleasure had her fingers moving frantically, unable to stop.
(Ahh... Kang Cheonhu... that gaze of yours... it makes my body tingle!)
She pictured his lecherous, contemptuous stare—eyes laced with venomous disdain.
Recalling that gaze, which treated her like filth, sent chills racing through her.
But it wasn't just disgust. Her pussy throbbed, her womb clenched, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
(No one's ever looked at me like that before... Hnngh!)
Until now, no one had dared meet her arrogant eyes with such scorn. Even before awakening her powers, Miyeon had been pretty and brilliant. As an S-rank hero and model student in every way—the Sword Princess—no one could scorn her.
Kang Cheonhu's arrogant gaze was awakening something buried deep within her: her masochistic side.
"Aaah! Ahng! Hnngh! Haaah!"
Shlick— shlick—
Lost in thoughts of his contemptuous eyes, Miyeon sliced away the obstructing T-shirt and dolphin pants.
With a flicker of Sword Qi from her fingers, it was effortless.
Her clothes—and panties—shredded into rags in an instant, leaving her completely naked.
(Hey, you bitch. Sword Princess, acting all icy and aloof... but jerking off to thoughts of my body? What a slutty whore you turned out to be. Kekeke.)
She fantasized him glaring down at her with haughty disdain, calling her "bitch" and worse.
The degrading words sparked rage... but also made her heart pound, her lower belly quiver with electric thrill.
(K-Kang Cheonhu! Stop... humiliating me like that...! Hngh!)
"Haaak! Ngh! Haaaak!"
Shlick! Squelch-squelch! Shhhhlick! Squelch!
The fantasy fueled her frenzy. Now with legs splayed wide, she pressed her fingers hard against her clit, vibrating them with rapid shakes.
Her superhuman physique let her wrist buzz like a vibrator.
Each tremor drew sloppy squirts from her pussy, juices splattering across the bed.
(Hmph? You want this anyway, don't you, slut?)
Throb—!
In her mind, Kang Cheonhu stripped naked.
She imagined pressing against his chiseled frame—his hero suit had clung like thin latex, revealing every rippling muscle under that tanned skin.
And the massive cock she'd felt against her—now fully erect, at least twice the size of Jinseok's.
(N-No! Don't! If you put that in... nooo! Ahngh!)
(No? Says the slut fantasizing about cocks while jerking off! Bitches like you love it forced in!)
The proud S-rank Sword Princess, so confident in her power, was utterly helpless in her own fantasy—pinned and subdued by him, limbs limp and powerless.
(Look at you. S-rank hero, Sword Princess... but one grab and you're useless. Titles like that don't suit you. You're just a fuckhole!)
(N-No, I'm not...)
(Kekeke. Sluts like you go limp the second I shove it in!)
He seized her limbs effortlessly, then rammed his cock into her pussy with brutal force—all while spewing vile taunts.
She offered no resistance to the imagined violation.
(Plunge!)
"Hrrraaaah!"
Squiiirt!
The moment his cock pierced her in fantasy, Miyeon's real pussy clenched as if impaled, squirting a gush of juice and spasming wildly.
It was the twisted thrill of forced ravishment—her latent masochistic core laid bare.
(Kekeke! See? One thrust and you're done! What S-rank hero? You're an F-rank fuckhole bitch with a worthless cunt!)
"Ohot! Ahhat! Ha! Ohohot!"
In her bedroom, Miyeon wailed in absurd, guttural moans, lost in masturbation.
Her back arched like a bow in a perfect bridge pose, supported only by head and feet.
Legs spread impossibly wide, her pussy fully exposed.
Even in ecstasy, her phenomenal physique shone—mind unraveling, yet balance flawless.
Her sleek, toned, perfectly proportioned body gleamed in the elegant arch.
Shlick! Squelch-squelch! Shhhhlick! Squelch!
Her hands ravaged her pussy mercilessly, zeroing in on her clit for explosive pleasure, vibrating at massager speeds.
"Uhoaaaaah!"
Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!
Her savage frenzy peaked.
Juices erupted like a fountain from her pussy.
Beast-like howls escaped as her body convulsed, squirting endlessly.
This was an orgasm fiercer than any she'd known—utterly debased, unthinkable for the noble Sword Princess.
The bedsheets were soaked through, as if she'd pissed the bed.
"Haa... haa... hngh."
Post-climax, Miyeon panted heavily.
The release drained her stamina bizarrely, leaving her exhausted.
Legs splayed amid the mess of her own fluids, she drifted into sleep.