Chapter 20: Time for Punishment 1
Thanks to the devoted care from the three of us, Choi Ara finally emerged from her room on her own. She still wasn't up for going out, but she was well enough to face us and chat about this and that.
"Ara. I'm heading to the convenience store—want anything?"
"…Ice cream."
As always, Kim Il-woo was killing time at Ara's house. His childhood friend, who had stepped out of her room, looked a bit worn from all the emotional turmoil, but her inherent beauty was so striking that even in her fragile state, she radiated an allure like delicate glasswork that might shatter at a touch.
Can't touch her just yet, huh?
He ached to pry open those beautiful legs like fragile crystal and plunge in right now, but that would ruin all his hard work so far.
Just as planned—her dependence on me is the highest.
Choi Ara was acting more comfortable around him, a total stranger to her, than even her own mother, Lee Seo-yoon. Her reliance on him was clearly frustrating and infuriating Lee Seo-yoon and Park Jun-hyun.
"Hang on. I'll grab your favorite strawberry flavor."
"Okay."
Leaving her sitting blankly on the living room sofa in the warm morning sunlight filtering through the window, he headed to the convenience store.
Now that my efforts are bearing fruit, it's time to collect my reward from Lee Seo-yoon… no, my punishment.
If Lee Seo-yoon didn't want to see her barely recovered daughter hole up in her room again, she'd have to meet his demands. Add in the insolence of dragging Park Jun-hyun into things, and it was high time for some punishment.
Kim Il-woo messaged her right away: come straight to the Sleeping Motel after work.
She'll come up with some excuse for Ara on her own.
Lee Seo-yoon wasn't stupid—she'd foresee the blatant reason for the summons and the horrors awaiting her tonight.
Back home, Kim Il-woo sat by Ara's side, fantasizing about how he'd fuck her mother tonight, his lower body swelling with anticipation.
"Haa…"
Lee Seo-yoon's head throbbed like it might split open at the message from Kim Il-woo asking to meet tonight. It was great that her precious only daughter had finally started recovering from her trauma, but the problem was her dependence on that beast who deserved to be devoured alive.
My approach wasn't wrong…
Bringing back her boyfriend, Park Jun-hyun, had seemed like a good move at first. Ara didn't outright reject him, but she'd hyperventilate like she was having a panic attack whenever a man got too close, terrified of them.
Lee Seo-yoon had used that fear as an excuse, claiming Ara needed stability, and kept both men away. But then her daughter, left alone at home, grew endlessly anxious, her panic worsening, forcing her to call them back.
Why isn't she scared of that beast, but terrified of her own boyfriend…?
Incomprehensibly, Ara showed no panic around Kim Il-woo—in fact, she seemed at ease with him. He'd whispered words and attitudes that her future self would approve of, plus advice that had helped her most in her darkest moments, so it was almost inevitable that Choi Ara would be drawn to him like she'd been brainwashed.
"What do I do…"
Lee Seo-yoon bit her nails in anxiety over the humiliation awaiting her tonight, but she had no clever solution. For her daughter and her own future, she needed to separate her from that beast masquerading as a childhood friend—but forcing it might worsen her symptoms like last time, and that terrified her.
Just a little longer… yeah. I'll endure just a bit more.
Her daughter was improving bit by bit, so her dependence would fade in time. She just had to endure letting that beast defile her body a little longer.
Condoms… I need to buy some. Tell Ara I'm working late…
It was pathetic, lying to her precious daughter like this. At least the beast seemed to know the consequences of crossing certain lines, so he'd kept to her boundaries so far. That's why she'd naively assumed he'd respect them again tonight.
The cheap motel room, now on its third visit, was filled with the usual sight of the two entangled, their bodies intertwined. The air was thick with heat from hours of coupling, mingled with the musky scent of night-blooming flowers and the dense aroma of a woman's flesh.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Guhk?! Ngh, gurok! Ooogh…!!!"
The dull impacts weren't quite flesh slapping flesh, accompanied by the woman's muffled, agonized groans echoing through the room. Though they were joined, it was far from normal intercourse—a one-sided act.
Lee Seo-yoon was draped upside down off the bed's edge, her head hanging low, while Kim Il-woo used her mouth like a pussy, forcing his cock deep into her throat with brutal deep throat.
To keep her from thrashing, he gripped her slender neck with one hand, thrusting his hips so her delicate throat bulged obscenely with the shape of his cock—looking utterly excruciating.
I-I'm gonna die…!
Lee Seo-yoon couldn't even vomit out the cock shoved down to her stomach; her mouth was just a toy for his lust. With her head inverted, saliva dripped down, soiling her face and clogging her nose, making every breath a struggle.
Each thrust into her throat triggered dry heaves, her stomach churning, but she was terrified of actually puking—it might choke her to death—so she desperately held it back.
Why is he doing this…!
This motel room where they'd fucked until she passed out before had just been a teaser; now Kim Il-woo ravaged her even more ferociously, without an ounce of mercy. Like a beast in rut, he yanked her arms back hard, ignoring her screams or pleas as he vented his lust.
Forcing her legs wider than necessary strained her hips painfully as he pounded away, fucking her like he was unleashing pent-up rage.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Hngh! Guhk!!! Kugh?!"
What tormented Lee Seo-yoon most was the lack of any respite. Even now, with his cock in her mouth, his free hand fingered her pussy relentlessly, double waves of pleasure driving her insane.
She'd passed out once midway from the ordeal, but he'd slammed back in without hesitation, forcing her awake. Now, treated like a mere hole for his pleasure, she had no strength left to resist. Her arms and legs cramped from the strain, unable even to grip the sheets, twitching pitifully.
"Kugh…! Gek…?! Guhrok! Ooogh!!!"
Lee Seo-yoon spewed near-constant retching moans, her body shuddering violently. Hours of torturous fucking and this relentless, suffocating deep throat were pulling her consciousness away again.
Foamy saliva overflowed from her lips, trickling down her face. Through her blurring vision, her eyes fixed on Kim Il-woo's legs between her thighs.
His balls slapped her refined friend's-mother face like they were slapping her back to awareness, but as her responses grew fainter, reaching her limit—
Click.
A noise that shouldn't be in the motel room intruded.
Through her oxygen-starved, tear-blurred sight, Lee Seo-yoon caught something odd.
"…?"
At first, she thought exhaustion was making her hallucinate, but it lingered, unmoving.
It was a man. Her view limited by Kim Il-woo's lower body, she couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a protruding gut from neglect—a stereotypical pudgy middle-aged build.
"Guhk…?! Oooogh?! Guhk!!! Oooogh!!!"
Her hazy eyes spotted the intruder in what should have been a private room and she shrieked hysterically, but with her mouth stuffed, it emerged only as stifled moans.
B-Behind you! Look behind!
She tried to scream at her abuser to turn around, summoning her last strength to flail her arms and legs to push him off.
But Kim Il-woo, frantic with lust, kept thrusting relentlessly, tormenting her.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her eyes, wide with terror, locked on the mysterious intruder as pleasure shuddered through her. The shock yanked her fading mind alert, making the waves crashing into her pussy feel vividly intense—against her will, she shattered into orgasm.
Spurt!
"Hnnngh?!"
Her back arched like a bow, squirting wildly. Her eyes, soaked in ecstasy and horror, trembled helplessly, broadcasting her panic.
Thwack!
Simultaneously, his balls slammed her face with a resounding smack. His cock, thrust to tear her throat, swelled in her mouth and erupted thick semen in heavy spurts.
Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
"??!!"
Already oxygen-deprived, her uncontrollable climaxing body and the flooding cum sealed her airway completely—she convulsed like a fish on land, pathetic and desperate.
"Pfeh…!"
Overflowing cum leaked past her cock-stuffed lips, defiling her elegant face. Through her whitening vision, the intruder leered at her wretched state.
The aroused middle-aged man's crotch bulged menacingly, exuding danger.
Can't… pass out… like this…
Her eyes rolled upward sluggishly, then snapped—consciousness cut off.