Ravishing the Daughter in Her Mother's House 2
"Jun-hyun won't do. It has to be Il-woo."
Her boyfriend Park Jun-hyun might have been acting rougher lately, but deep down he was kind and would always take her side no matter what. But was that truly sincere? Would he genuinely lust after her, scarred from the rape? Or was it just pity for his wounded girlfriend, a fleeting desire to probe her body? Even Park Jun-hyun himself probably couldn't answer that.
It had to be her unwanted childhood friend, the one who'd harbored that pitch-black obsession toward her since they were kids—excessive, unwavering.
'You haven't changed.'
He lusted after this body even now, defiled by rape. That sticky, filthy affection she'd always crashed into from her childhood friend felt ironically like a pillar propping up her self-esteem as a woman mired in the mud right now.
Once her frenzy subsided, she seemed to finally realize what she'd been doing, her dull, clouded eyes darting around in panic.
"I don't care what happened with your mom."
And besides, I'm the one who popped your cherry first—how's that dirty? I'll save that line for later.
Saving the ultimate weapon to plunge this girl and her mom into despair's abyss for when their relationship deepened further.
'She's my future wife, after all. Maybe I'll play at some innocent romance for a bit?'
Pure love wasn't his taste, but you had to hoist them high before dropping them—the greater the fall, the sweeter the crash.
Kim Il-woo pulled the flustered Choi Ara close and sat her on his lap.
"Kyaa?! W-what?!"
"What do you think?"
"What do you mean, what?!"
Kim Il-woo wrapped his arms around his panicking childhood friend and whispered in her ear.
"Wanna pick up where we left off yesterday?"
She flinched! Choi Ara's body jerked in his embrace, at a total loss.
A secret, sweet temptation to become more than childhood friends.
Her body heated up abruptly, slowly warming the room's air.
"Unlike yesterday, you can't run now."
The moment Kim Il-woo sensed the woman in his arms growing feverish, he tossed her onto the bed without asking for consent.
"Kyaa?!"
Hearing her cute scream, he slowly began stripping off her clothes.
Her black eyes, brimming with moisture, trembled like there was an earthquake, wandering wildly.
"W-wait…!"
"No."
Choi Ara yanked the blanket up to cover her nakedness, but he swiftly ripped it away.
Even in the thick darkness, her radiant body came into sharp view.
Her beautiful black hair cascading to her waist was disheveled from neglect, but that only added to its allure. Her stubborn childhood friend's face, flushed with shame and confusion, looked utterly adorable.
Her teardrop-shaped breasts and the pink peaks atop them stirred a sadistic urge to bite, tug, and torment them right then.
Her waist and hips, slightly plumped from lack of care, remained enticing, and the resilient flesh of her ass strained against the bedsheet, begging to be devoured.
"I'm gonna fuck you. Doesn't matter if you bitch and moan—no. Get ready."
"I-Il-woo… mmph?!"
Kim Il-woo growled like a beast and pinned her down, crushing his lips to hers.
Choi Ara's eyes flew wide, lids nearly tearing as she pushed at the beast atop her, but as the kiss deepened, her strength ebbed, her face melting away.
"Mmm… mmph…"
"Chup, churp…"
The rough kissing sounds spread like a predator devouring its prey.
Her body stiffened briefly, flooded with horrific memories of the rape, dyed in terror—but as time passed, it melted like winter snow greeting spring.
The fear clouding her eyes blurred with pleasure, and the tears trailing down her cheeks now carried excitement instead of dread.
"Hoo… hoo…"
"Haa… haa…"
Their short but intense kiss ended.
When Kim Il-woo's serious, burning gaze turned to the melted Choi Ara, she shyly turned her head aside.
Her face, swallowing shame, looked almost like she was coquettishly pouting—adorable.
"Smack, smack… smack…"
"Ah, haht… ah…?!"
Kim Il-woo kissed her cheek, then trailed his lips downward: nape, shoulder, collarbone, upper breast—caressing with sucks and bites, stamping kiss marks to claim her flawless skin as his.
As her heated body quivered uncontrollably, her teardrop breasts rippled, fueling his urge to sink his teeth in.
"So pretty."
She jolted! As Kim Il-woo gazed at her perfect teardrop tits and voiced his honest admiration, her body heaved dramatically.
Smaller than her mom's in volume but exquisitely shaped, and those pink areolas and nipples were mouthwateringly seductive.
Unable to hold back, he parted his drooling lips wide and devoured the fruit before him.
"Haup…! Chomp, smack, smack!"
"Ah??!! Hngh?! Haaaahk?!"
The woman's flesh filled his mouth with rebounding elasticity and softness with every bite.
Choi Ara felt her vision flicker like a strobe light.
The novel sensation of her breasts being sucked and licked made her back arch instinctively, sweet moans spilling uncontrollably.
Like a child, Kim Il-woo nursed her breast while swirling his tongue to tease the pink nipple.
"Hnnnght?!"
Overwhelmed by dual stimulations from her breast, she shuddered violently.
'This time, I'll be gentle.'
The first time was one-sided violation; now, he'd drill the ecstasy of sex into her thoroughly.
He knew her erogenous zone from the rape—the underbreast—and lightly tapped it.
Instant reaction.
"Haaaang?!"
Squirt! Love juices gushed from her lower mouth, turning the bed—already thick with female musk—into an even lewder den.
Shamed by her obscene moan, she frantically clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Chuuup, lick, lick."
"Mmph?! Mmmph…! Hngh…?!"
Feeling her body burn with need, he paused his caresses.
"Hahk! Hahk! Hahk!"
With every ragged breath, her ample breasts—glistening with his saliva—rose and fell.
Her moist eyes, steeped in arousal, gazed up at him pleadingly.
'I could thrust in right now.'
Her drenched crotch looked like it was weeping for penetration.
He'd planned to tease her more, heat her up further, but waiting longer would backfire.
'Has she been like this since yesterday?'
Her beast-in-heat pheromones, intoxicating his reason, made him doubt this was the same diligent girl he'd known since childhood.
Kim Il-woo spread her legs without further delay and positioned himself between.
Squelch.
Jolt! As his cockhead nudged her sopping, melted mound, her body trembled and stiffened.
'Yeah, figured.'
Trauma wouldn't vanish easily, or people wouldn't suffer so much. Even his future wife still feared intimacy without initiating the kiss—a scar for life.
Her trembling from fear was so cute, so lovable, it drove him mad. His custom doll, made by his hands.
"Putting it in."
Suppressing his cock's thirsty screams to ram in, he eased his hips forward slowly to avoid startling her.
Squuuish.
"Hnnngh…!"
Her mound parted again around the invading cock, twitching in fear.
Like her rape-trauma shudders rejecting the intruding shaft, a dizzying tightness and pressure gripped him.
"Ah, aah?! Aaaaah!!!"
Her moan scratched his ears—pain? Pleasure? Indistinguishable.
Choi Ara gasped like she'd been stabbed, twisting her hips to flee, biting her lip against the alien fullness of her second man.
Plung.
A faint sound as their junctions met, root-deep.
"Hahk! Hahk! Hahk!"
She panted in panic, lost, her body convulsing from clashing terror and surging pleasure, desperately accommodating the meat spear piercing her belly.
"It's okay."
Kim Il-woo held still, buried deep, embracing her tightly like a loving lover, soothing her gasps.
Her flailing arms and legs wrapped around the man atop her, clinging dependently.
Twitch! Twitch!
'Just from inserting, I'm close.'
Having pierced her virginity and now on round two, her clenching threatened to snap him.
Her untrained body, clueless on syncing with a man, tired rapidly from tension alone—like sprinting full-tilt.