The Queen on Her Knees
With her face buried against my cock like a leech, clinging on tight, Sung-ha tightened her throat around me until it hurt — enough to make the head of my dick throb with a dull ache.
Her mouth and tongue worked desperately, every cell of them devoted to wringing pleasure from my sex — or more precisely, to coaxing out what was inside it.
Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me.
Give me your cum, oppa. Give me your cum, oppa.
That eerie voice, drifting in from somewhere endlessly, urged me on with desperate hunger — it wanted to consume what was mine.
"W-wait, hold on, something's… nghhh!?"
The dam of desire I'd been holding back burst through me with irresistible force, and before I could do anything at all, it made me spill everything.
It was so overwhelming that both my legs and my hips trembled violently, and I had to clutch the hair of Sung-ha, who had her face jammed down onto me, just to endure it.
"Ugh, ah… ugh…"
Even as I peaked, the pressure of her tongue and cheeks kept working to drain every last drop from me, and my mind went completely white.
The sensation threatening to burn my brain alive had long since transcended anything so simple as feeling good.
Gulp… gulp…
The sound of my erupting fluid sliding down Sung-ha's throat and into her stomach echoed again and again through the bathroom like water bursting from a broken dam.
When the flesh and muscle of her throat and mouth, wrapped tight around the full length of my cock, clenched down hard, the shudders of my climax pulsed through me with vivid, unmistakable clarity.
"S-Sung-ha, I'm going to collapse…"
Shhk.
As the strength left my legs and I started to fall, tentacles emerged soundlessly from somewhere and coiled around my waist like a serpent's body, holding me upright.
And that act was both a way of keeping me safe and a means of catching me as I tried to pull away from her at the very end of my climax.
More. Give me more. Give me more…
"Ha, ah… n-no, I can't… any more…"
Looking down through my half-broken consciousness, I saw Sung-ha's eyes rolled up in an ahegao haze, and some instinct in me knew instantly what was coming.
Oh no…
The memory flashed back — the eyes of that predator, maddened and ravenous for my essence, from the first time I'd met the monster.
There was nothing of love or care in them — only obsession, reckless and gluttonous, chasing nothing but pleasure without restraint.
"S-Sung-ha!!"
The moment my cry rang out at full strength through the bathroom, her eyes finally found their place again, and something like sanity returned to her face.
Chuurp…
She slowly, almost regretfully, pulled her lips away from me, and several thick, glistening strands stretched in a sticky web between my cock and her mouth.
I was relieved that she seemed to have come back to her senses — until I realized the atmosphere was still deeply, terribly wrong, and changed my mind.
Normally she'd have been apologizing to me by this point, but now Sung-ha just kept looking at me with an unreadable smile.
What was strange — truly strange — was that her eyes were not the blood-red reptilian eyes of the monster, but her usual, perfectly human ones.
"S-Sung-ha…?"
When I called her name softly, uneasy, she rose slowly from where she knelt, lifted the hem of her skirt, and rolled down her black pantyhose — the same as Yeon-ha's — to her knees.
Then, from between her thighs, thick ropes of fluid came sliding down the insides of her legs, dripping in heavy drops onto the fishnet mesh of her stockings.
At that lewd display, Sung-ha brazenly revealing the state she was in, my cock — astonishingly — surged back to life.
Watching it harden at the slightest stimulation, as if I'd swallowed a pill of Viagra, I realized something was very wrong.
No — how is this possible…
"Oppa… my pussy's soaked… what do I do? I don't even feel lust, but… drinking your cum got me all wet like this. Weird, right? I'm really messed up right now… I don't feel like myself anymore."
Her expression and tone were utterly calm, but her eyes were still nowhere near sane.
It was the first time in my life her soft voice had ever sounded so frightening.
"S-stop it…"
I backed away until I hit the wall, then stretched both hands out toward Sung-ha in alarm, trying to calm her down.
"Stop what, oppa? Your cock is still this hard… you've still got more cum to give me, so what reason is there to stop?"
Chuuup.
Sung-ha slowly licked my essence from her lips, closed the distance, spread her folds apart with two fingers, and whispered in a voice thick with heat.
"Nnngh… th-that's cheating, damn it!"
When a beautiful woman seduces you with a body dripping in sensuality like that, even a dead cock has no choice but to rise again.
I knew it was a calculated move, and yet trapped in a situation where I couldn't help but respond, I cursed for the first time in my life the fact that I'd been born a man.
"Stay still, oppa. You don't need to move at all… I'll take care of… everything. All of it."
Sung-ha came right up to me as I leaned against the wall, pressed down firmly on my shoulders — and my body slid down along the wall.
Left slumped there with no chance to resist, I watched her climb on top of me, and in one smooth motion she swallowed my cock whole into herself.
Squelch…
"Hah!?"
The warm, clenching heat of her depths wrapped around my cock like a binding cord, making certain I could never escape from her again.
"Feels good, right, oppa? Me too… I feel it because of your cock, you know? Ahhn… so good, oppa… I love your cock so much…"
Sung-ha took my hands and forced them onto her chest, making me squeeze, moaning over and over as she did.
Facing her, Sung-ha had the bathroom light at her back, and a faint shadow fell across her face — and within that darkness, an unreadable smile curved her lips.
"Nnn… I told you to stop…"
"I love you, oppa. More than anything else in this world."
Even if her confession was a lie, I — a poor creature born male — couldn't help but respond to it.
Before I could say anything, Sung-ha wrapped both hands around my neck and kissed me.
"Mmph!?"
Chuurp, chuuup, chuu…
Her tongue, drenched in thick saliva, worked like some separate living creature, forcing my lips apart and coiling around mine.
Slap… slap…
At the same time, as our bodies met slowly from below and water splashed in every direction with each surge of her arousal, I shuddered again and again.
Trapped in that inescapable, pleasurable violation of a situation, my consciousness was slowly sucked away somewhere, like something sinking into a swamp.
…What am I looking at right now?
Arin, who had fought in the park, lost consciousness, and woken up once more, panicked at the sight of an unfamiliar ceiling.
Then, drawn by the sounds of human coupling drifting in from somewhere, she quietly peeked through the gap of the bathroom door — and the situation became clear.
Watching the Queen and the human man she so terribly cherished making love, Arin realized this place was their home.
At the same time, she was thunderstruck to see the Queen — who had always shown such noble, silent, old-world dignity — wearing a completely unhinged expression as she craved the human man's cock.
She was devouring it — that man's cock, that filthy, dirty semen of Hyun-ok's — ravenously, as if it were the most delicious food in the world.
She had known, of course. But seeing it with her own eyes — their mother, their spiritual sovereign, fawning over some human male and gulping down his seed — she simply couldn't believe it.
What followed was essentially an act of rape led by the Queen, but its purpose never changed: to seize Hyun-ok's cum by force.
What was more shocking still were the moans panting with pleasure, and then… that face of a female fallen in love.
The Queen had never once felt lust, so the moaning might have been an act — but that lovesick face was impossible to read as anything but genuine.
Gulp.
In her fairly long life she had never once witnessed such an absurd scene, and she kept peering through the gap with an expression of pure disbelief — until her eyes met one that had formed on the side of the Queen's body.
Hiiiiiiek———!!
At that meeting of gazes, Arin let out a soundless scream, scrambled on all fours back into the room where she'd been lying, squeezed her eyes shut, and lay as still as a corpse.
"Ugh, uuuughn…"
As she lay there playing dead, she heard someone groaning repeatedly as they shuffled into the room, then stumbled and collapsed onto the bed.
She stole a glance through narrowed eyes. It was Hyun-ok.
Come to think of it… how had he survived that silver-haired girl, and what had the two of them said to each other?
Curiosity stirred in her, but this was no time to ask.
"Hyun-ok, I'm sorry… I wasn't in my right mind. I must have gone insane. I'll never, ever do something like this again."
"Uuuuuughn… my cock… my cock…"
The Queen knelt beside the bed, apologizing to Hyun-ok over and over until it was painful to watch, while Hyun-ok, whether he heard her or not, just lay face-down on the bed moaning.
"M-maybe you should see a doctor…"
"No… but if my cock still won't get hard by tomorrow… I might have to go to the hospital… uuuugh."
At Hyun-ok's sleep-slurred mumbling, the Queen's expressionless face went deathly pale.
"That — that can't happen… that must never, ever happen. That is absolutely, absolutely unacceptable. I will cure it no matter what it takes. Even if it means destroying this entire world."
"Uuuuuughn…"
Hyun-ok, who had kept moaning, gradually quieted down, and eventually — worn out, apparently — dropped straight off to sleep.
Watching the Queen lying flat on her belly before a human male, nervously studying his sleeping face, Arin knew for certain: this world had gone completely, irreversibly wrong.