Chapter 85
Chapter 85
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Falling into Depravity (3)
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Having heard Han Ye-eun's true feelings, I cheered inwardly.
She'd finally crossed the line.
But not yet, Ye-eun-ah.
This much wasn't even close.
I'll show you there's a bottom even beneath rock bottom.
Squeeze.
While massaging the nape of Han Ye-eun's neck as she remained kneeling, I asked,
"Do you want a double blowjob?"
"...Nngh, y-yes, I do."
It looked like tonight was going to be much longer than usual.
"Call home."
"W-why home...?"
"Say you're sleeping over at a friend's place."
"W-what?!"
At my command to stay out overnight, Han Ye-eun's shoulders twitched.
Her strict family meant she'd never once stayed out before.
Even the times we'd done double blowjobs—no, even after our messy sex sessions—she'd always dragged her barely functional body back home somehow.
But that was over now.
"Don't want to? Then maybe we shouldn't."
I asked back with a slightly displeased expression,
as if I were annoyed that she wouldn't follow my instructions despite me trying to give her what she wanted.
"O-okay. I'll call..."
Han Ye-eun sniffled again as I handed her the phone back.
She had no choice.
She feared my disapproval more than her fear of her father, Han Jong-hui.
Ring ring—.
With trembling hands clutching the phone, she called Han Jong-hui.
[Is that Ye-eun?]
Han Jong-hui's voice came through the speaker.
[Y-yes, Father. It's me...]
Han Ye-eun swallowed hard and glanced at me before continuing slowly.
[C-can I sleep over at a friend's house tonight...?]
I shook my head firmly at her request for permission.
Idiot. You have to declare it, not ask.
What parent would just say yes to their daughter staying out?
[What nonsense is that?]
As expected, a hint of anger laced Han Jong-hui's questioning voice.
[I-it's to do homework with friends...]
[Homework?]
[Y-yes. It's a really important group project that counts toward my academy grades...]
[Hmm.]
Han Jong-hui added a question despite her fumbling excuse.
[Are you with a boy?]
[N-no. It's all girls...]
[Which friends? You've been coming home late lately, and now you want to stay out altogether?]
At this point, she should apologize.
Given her personality, she might give up on staying out and head home early.
But.
Grip!
I grabbed Han Ye-eun's ass, who froze at her father's words, and boosted her courage(?) with some sexual touching.
"Kkh!?"
Han Jong-hui's brainwashing was still in effect.
I was using it against him, personally shoving her forward with an unpleasant sensation.
[Han Ye-eun? What are you doing right now? Don't make me say it twice. Come home immediately.]
[Please!]
Empowered by the negative suggestion, Han Ye-eun raised her voice at Han Jong-hui for the first time in her life.
[Please, stop it! Dad!]
The girl who got slapped in Jongno and vented by the Han River was now unloading her stress on the stern Han Jong-hui.
[How long are you going to keep controlling me?! I'm an adult too!]
Though not his biological daughter, she was one he'd raised with affection, and now she was lashing out fiercely.
[I'm so sick of it! Ever since high school! You've been trying to control me nonstop! Do you know how hard it's been for me?!]
He didn't respond to her words.
[You're right, Dad! I'm with a guy right now! So what? What's wrong with that?! I can date normally too!]
Honestly, I hadn't expected her to go this far.
Fiery daughter Ye-eun, driving nails straight into her father's heart, seemed to have way more pent-up resentment than I'd thought.
[Ye-eun, what did you just...]
Han Jong-hui sounded flustered by her outburst.
As a father with a daughter.
As the leader of the Dowon Truth Church.
As a man.
[Han Ye-eun! Are you in your right mind?!]
Exposing his jealousy and envy fully, he pointed at me beside her and demanded,
[What kind of bastard is he?! Who's with you?!]
But Han Ye-eun, hitting her belated puberty(?), completely ignored him.
[Whatever! You don't need to know, Dad!]
[Han. Ye. Eun! Have you forgotten your place?!]
Sorry, father-in-law.
No matter how angry you get, Ye-eun is mine now.
I can do whatever I want with her.
Slide.
At Han Jong-hui's words emphasizing her status, Han Ye-eun froze stiff, so I ended the call for her.
[Han Ye...]
Han Jong-hui seemed to have more to say.
Click.
Imagining his twisted face, I hung up abruptly.
Regaining some composure, Han Ye-eun stammered,
"I-I did it."
She trembled as she asked me,
"W-what do I do now, Woojin-ah?"
I smiled reassuringly.
Smirk.
And gave a short command.
"Strip."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Rustle.
Having stripped completely, Han Ye-eun lay prone on the bed.
Her pale ass and pussy fully exposed, she looked back at Kang Woojin with a flushed face.
"L-like this...?"
And asked.
If she was doing it right.
Truth be told, her head had been spinning for a while.
Ever since yelling at her father—no, since confessing to Kang Woojin—she felt like she'd crossed an irreversible river.
"Good girl."
Kang Woojin lightly praised her as he undressed too.
"Hngh..."
Han Ye-eun felt strangely unfamiliar all over again.
It wasn't her first double blowjob—no, not her first sex.
Yet today felt intensely embarrassing.
Submitting like this to someone who wasn't her parent, to a stranger, was a wholly novel sensation.
'This is weird...'
But surprisingly, it didn't feel bad.
Defying Han Jong-hui earlier had even brought a sense of liberation. She flaunted her pure white naked body, her love juices dripping freely.
Squelch.
Kang Woojin thrust his cock into her sticky, sopping wet pussy.
"Nnghaaa!"
Han Ye-eun's pussy walls clamped down harder than usual, her tight folds squeezing and milking his cock like they were crushing it.
'No way. I just came from him putting it in...'
Face buried in the pillow, Han Ye-eun prone on the bed dripped pussy juice everywhere.
'My body doesn't feel like mine anymore...'
Ignoring her plight, Kang Woojin started thrusting his hips roughly.
"Hngk! Hn! Nn! Nn!"
Han Ye-eun just kept her ass raised, stifling her moans.
'Aah...'
Her mind had gone blank white long after reaching her first climax.
This... this is it...
This is what I wanted...
Savoring the hot cock's texture fully, she shuddered through climax after climax.
'It feels bad, but good...'
Bad things feel good.
Unpleasant things feel good.
Finally, Han Ye-eun had sublimated even the disgust from Han Jong-hui's suggestions into pleasure.
She was a true masochist through and through.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Recognizing her nature, Kang Woojin pounded his cock relentlessly and suddenly brought his palm down.
Smack!
On Han Ye-eun's ass, eagerly welcoming his cock.
"Kyaaaahn♡!"
Her moan turned lewd at the sudden spanking.
Squirt!
Her pussy clenched even tighter than before, squirting wildly.
"N-nooo! Don't hit meee!"
Finally lifting her head, Han Ye-eun looked back at Kang Woojin and protested.
Smack!
But Kang Woojin spanked her ass even harder.
"It huuuurts! Ahn! Ah!"
"You like the pain that much?"
"Nooo! I don't!"
"Then why's your pussy drooling like this?"
"Th-that's just physiological..."
Ignoring her lame excuse, Kang Woojin channeled his mana.
Whoosh!
His mana enveloped her body, hypersensitizing her pleasure.
"...!"
Suddenly, Han Ye-eun's eyes widened.
'This... this is dangerous!'
Even the burning sting of her reddened ass melted into the rising pleasure from her pussy.
Unaware of Kang Woojin's ability, she couldn't comprehend it.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Kang Woojin fanned her emerging masochism, thrusting endlessly.
"Hyaaahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Aaaahn!"
He didn't forget to spank her ass intermittently.
"Ah, it huuurts! Ahn! Ah! Ahh!"
Han Ye-eun trembled all over.
"I'm cuuuuming♡!"
Riding waves of pleasure, she bounced between light orgasms, sinking deeper into the abyss.
"Eurgh! Ngh! Hngk! W-wait! Stop! Stooop!"
Orgasms chained endlessly without break.
'I'll break! Like this! I'll completely break!'
Yet unconsciously, she rocked her hips back and forth, taking his cock deeper.
"Who said you could cum on your own?"
Scolding her, Kang Woojin raised his hand again.
Smack!
Her arched back sprang up like a live fish.
"Aaaaaahn♡!!!"
She came from the spank.
"Cumming again?"
"S-sorry! Sorree! Ahn! B-but! This feels too gooood!"
"Feels good?"
"Feels bad, but gooood! Ahn! Ah! Keep! Keep pounding meee!"
Utterly honest now, Han Ye-eun reached back, pulling his arm.
"Harder! Haaarder!"
As she wished, Kang Woojin slammed balls-deep, shoving her cervix with full force.
"Heeek! Cervix! My cerviiiix!"
"You just came again, right? Total premature pussy."
"Nooo!"
"What do you mean no?"
Saying that, he spanked her again.
"Kyaaak!"
"See? Gonna keep lying?"
"Sorrreee!"
"Casual speech?"
"Hngt! Sorry! I'm sorryyy!"
"Sorry for what?"
"F-for having a premature pussy. For cumming without permission, sorryyy!"
Reasserting dominance, Kang Woojin accelerated.
Pinch—!
Pinching her nipples and clit while rapidly battering her dropped womb.
"Oooohk♡! Ohk♡! Ok♡!"
Ultimately succumbing to physical ecstasy, no trace of brainwashing remained in her mind.
No thoughts at all.
"Nnghoooooh♡!!!"
Rational thought impossible, Han Ye-eun panted instinctively.
Her low whimpers marked her transformation into a bitch in heat.
Gush! Gush!
Kang Woojin flooded her speechless pussy with cum.
"Hnghaaaa♡!!!"
Feeling her womb fill, she climaxed massively, convulsing wildly.
Shudder!
From head to toe.
Thud!
Soon, Han Ye-eun dropped her ass and sprawled flat on the bed.
"Haaa..."
It was pleasure that nearly stopped her breath.
Twitching occasionally, she swam in afterglow, mumbling incoherently.
'...I really feel like Woojin's now.'
As if reading her inner thoughts,
Kang Woojin suddenly fetched a ballpoint pen from the corner of the room.
Click.
And began writing on her ass and the back of her thighs.
"Ahnt, nn."
The sharp pen tip pressed into her skin, leaving ink trails.
No wounds or blood, but the stinging jolted her hazy mind awake.
"Wh-what...?"
She barely lifted her head and stared in bewilderment at the mark on her body.
<Third-rate Pussy>
The crooked writing wasn't all.
<Owner Exclusive→><←Owner Exclusive>
She truly felt like Kang Woojin's property now.
"Hngh..."
Her face flushed redder than her ass.
Indescribably embarrassing.
Yet for some reason, she didn't hate it.
Her upturned lips told the tale.
"Lie on your back."
"Yesss..."
Gauging her reaction, Kang Woojin pulled out a collar, ropes, and more—unclear when he'd prepared them.
'With those... on me...'
Especially eye-catching was the enema kit.
Each item terrified Han Ye-eun, yet deep down, she anticipated them secretly.
And a little while later.
Her depravity-suited form was vulgar beyond words.
Wondering if Han Jong-hui would clutch his neck and faint or pitch a tent at the sight, Kang Woojin recorded the video and saved it to his gallery.