The Moving Black Shadow 3
With all preparations complete, Kim Il-woo settled between her legs. He positioned the tip of his glans right at her entrance, ready to plunge in at any moment, then picked up the cloth he'd removed from her face to cover it again.
"She'll wake up anyway, right?"
No matter how unconscious she was from the strangulation, there was no way she wouldn't wake from the agony of losing her virginity. He was intensely curious what expression the prim, innocent girl would make when she lost it—but he couldn't risk any more chances. Regretfully, Kim Il-woo draped the cloth over Choi Ara's face once more and tightened the strap to ensure it stayed put.
"Here goes..."
Grabbing her hips, he took a shallow breath, then drove his cock root-deep inside her without a shred of hesitation or mercy.
Splat!
"Kyaaaaaaaack?!"
The dizzying smack of flesh colliding with flesh exploded alongside the woman's tearing scream. Choi Ara's body convulsed and shuddered uncontrollably, her confusion palpable. The more she twisted her waist and flailed her legs, desperate to ease the onslaught of pain, the tighter she clenched, delighting Kim Il-woo all the more.
"Wh-what?! Hnng...?! I-I can't see...! It h-hurts...?!"
Choi Ara flailed her hands wildly, trying to grasp her surroundings.
"Wh-what is this... Something's covering my face...?"
As she fumbled with the cloth over her face, trying to peel it off, Kim Il-woo snapped his hips forward.
Splat!
"Haaangh?!"
Only then did she seem to realize what was happening to her, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Haa, haa... haaa...!!!"
Her gasps came in ragged hyperventilation, pitifully desperate.
"Wh-who... No, don't..."
She reflexively started to demand her assailant's identity but swallowed her words in terror.
Squeeze.
Flinch!
When Kim Il-woo seized one of her full, heaving breasts in a brutal grip, her body lurched as if struck by lightning.
"P-please... Please..."
Her voice dripped with tearful pleading. But to Kim Il-woo, even that plea was just spice to stoke his lust. A twisted smile, slick with depraved desire, curled his lips as he began snapping his hips.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Aaack?! Aaaaack! St-stop! Nooo!!!"
Choi Ara pushed and slapped at the rapist straddling her belly, but a terrified woman's body couldn't hope to dislodge a sturdy adult male.
"Hngh, ah, aaa!!! Haaah...!"
Her cries echoed with sobs. The pain of deflowering must have been intense; her writhing felt more like desperate endurance than lust-fueled abandon. To kindly distract her from that virgin's torment, Kim Il-woo pinched and tugged both her nipples.
"Haaaang?!"
Her soft, teardrop breasts stretched upward like ripe fruit. Choi Ara shrieked into the alley, her back arching from the sudden new agony.
"Hngh...!"
When he released the nipples, she collapsed onto the filthy mattress with a small whimper, utterly spent.
Kim Il-woo savored the dizzying tightness transmitted through his cock—the spasms from her pain, or perhaps instinct seeking any scrap of pleasure. He began moving his hips slowly.
"Haa... Nngh... Hng...?"
A hint of lewdness crept into her pain-laced moans. To feel pleasure right after losing her virginity marked quite the slutty woman—or maybe it was payback for all those years of chastity in her prime.
She's clenching so hard it hurts.
Terror, deflowering pain, or just inexperience with taking a man—whatever the cause, she gripped him fiercely, with no finesse or rhythm.
Should I give her a little service?
If her first time was nothing but pain, it might ruin her future sex life with her husband-to-be. He decided to be a touch gentler.
Prod, prod, prod.
"Hng... Nngh... Haa..."
He shifted from brutal, selfish thrusts to a slower, more considerate pace. At the same time, he lightly grazed her breasts, probing for sensitive spots.
Tap.
"Hnngh...?!"
The lower curve of her breast, right where it met her belly. A spot hard to reach herself. A faint reaction bloomed.
Sensitive there, huh. Interesting spot.
He massaged the underboob gently, while his other hand lightly scraped a fingernail along it, delivering subtle stimulation.
"Nngh, hnng...? H-haa... nngh...?!"
Choi Ara clearly hadn't expected pleasure from such a place; her confusion radiated outward. In response, her body began to warm, her sweet peach scent mingling with the musky aroma of her arousal.
Splat, splat, splat!
"Ah, aaa?! Hnngh... ahngh!"
Kim Il-woo gradually intensified his thrusts, kneading her body with both hands to map her erogenous zones. He memorized the spots that drew big reactions, stimulating them relentlessly, pouring tender effort into arousing her. Her vise-like pussy began to melt, leaking sticky nectar. Their joining now mixed dizzying slaps with lewd squelches.
"Ah, aaa??!! Hnnght...!"
She felt the change in her body. But this wasn't lovemaking with her beloved—it was being forced by an unknown rapist. The shame and panic of feeling pleasure in such a situation overwhelmed her.
Cute.
Kim Il-woo could vividly picture his childhood friend's flustered face under the black cloth. Denying her own sluttiness with every fiber of her being. Even shaking her head side to side matched his imagination.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Ah, aaa?! Aaaa!!!"
With each harder thrust, her moans rose in sync, like she was matching his rhythm. As their unwanted coupling hurtled toward climax, an unexpected noise intruded.
Bzzzzt—bzzzzt—
Her haphazardly tossed bag vibrated.
"Ah...?"
Choi Ara let out a dazed sound, having heard it too. Kim Il-woo snatched the bag and checked: her phone, incoming call from boyfriend Park Jun-hyun. Worried she'd missed their date by far too long.
A chilling silence blanketed them.
"Th-the phone..."
Realizing what the vibration meant, she turned her head toward the sound.
As if possessed, Kim Il-woo mashed the answer button, switched to speaker, and placed the phone by her head. Something he'd never normally do. But today, his wife from the future had given him fragments of info on this. Normally, she'd never reveal it—but the rape spread, isolating her. Why? Fear of backlash from reporting? No. Someone deliberately spread it to isolate her.
And that someone could only be him.
"Hngh... hnngh..."
Feeling the phone placed beside her, she stifled her voice as much as possible. Then, as if waiting, Park Jun-hyun spoke from the speaker.
"Hmph!"
Choi Ara radiated utter confusion. Beg for help? Or hold her breath desperately? She chose the latter, pressing both hands over the cloth covering her mouth.
Drip.
Just then, a strand of sticky nectar trickled from their joined sexes.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
"Mmph?! Mmph...! Krngh!!!"
As if timing it perfectly, Kim Il-woo thrust harder than ever. The alley filled with resounding slaps and her muffled moans, echoing everywhere.
"Mmph! Hn, nngh! Haa?!"
Her body convulsed, terror of discovery blending with surging pleasure.
To bury deeper, Kim Il-woo folded her legs up, lifting them into the air.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Mmph! Mmph! Kngh...?!"
Folding her nearly in half, he slammed down, pistoning faster and deeper. In the mating-press position perfect for impregnation, Choi Ara could only helplessly accept his sticky lust.
Even over the phone, he sensed something wrong, urgency creeping in.
The thrill of the situation and defiling his long-coveted prize pushed Kim Il-woo toward climax; his cock swelled.
"Hng...? Ah, ah, aaa...? W-wait...! Wait?!"
Forgetting her boyfriend might hear, Choi Ara cried out at the foreign swelling deep in her belly. Sensing the beast atop her growing frantic, instinct warned her of what was coming.
"No! Aaack! Nooooo! Jun-hyun! Jun-hyun-ah! Save me! Save meeee!!!"
The lovers desperately called to each other, but tender love couldn't save her.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Not inside! Don't cum inside! Aaack! No! Please!"
Choi Ara begged, pushed, resisted, wailed. Hearing his childhood friend's desperate pleas, Kim Il-woo slammed down harder than ever, unleashing his long-pent climax.
Spluuurt!
"Ah...?!"
Electric pleasure raced up his spine, flooding into her from his lower body. His cock, buried deepest, swelled to its limit—then.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Sticky waves of white semen erupted. Choi Ara screamed as the cock lodged where nothing should enter ballooned, hot waves battering her womb.
"Kyaaaaaaaack!!!"
Her boyfriend frantically called at the heartrending scream, but Choi Ara lay pinned under the rapist, gulping his filthy seed. Her legs trembled pitifully in the air, mirroring her desperation.
Her pussy clenched as if belatedly grasping her will, spasming to expel the cock deep inside—but the beast sowing his seed laughed it off, bulging her mound as it pumped semen endlessly.
"Ah, aaa... aaaa...."
Choi Ara rasped exhausted moans, as if it was all over.
Click.
Kim Il-woo ended the call and leisurely rose from her.
Schlop.
"Hnght..."
His cock finally slipped free from Choi Ara. Smeared with her deflowering blood and their mingled filth, it dripped onto the ground.
Gush! Gush! Gush!
Her pussy gaped like an uncorked faucet, virgin blood, sticky nectar, and thick semen pouring out in a mess. Legs splayed frog-like, unable to close, her crotch was perfectly framed by the camera lens.
Her first time ending in brutal rape, Choi Ara sprawled limp on the dirty mattress, limbs akimbo. She'd climaxed too, twitching occasionally in a sight that perfectly sated his conquest lust.
Kim Il-woo pulled her ID from her bag, placed it on her sweat-slick belly, and snapped a photo of the raped woman and her info.
"Don't report it. I've got pics of you like this and all your details."
"..."
His voice pitched low and distorted to hide his identity, the warning drew thick fear from Choi Ara.
Kim Il-woo quickly gathered his camera and fled. The woman, ravaged by the alley's beast, lay collapsed on the filthy mattress for a long while.