Crushed Pride
The elegant madam Yoon Se-ah never once let her glare leave me.
That venom-soaked gaze was loathsome and yet so chillingly alluring that I pressed my fingertips harder still, digging deeper into her breasts.
"Haa… You crazy bitch…"
Before long our arm muscles began to seize and twitch, and we eased the grip of our tangled hands by the barest fraction. But the probing skirmish had only just begun.
I flattened my palms and carefully—yet with deliberate, vicious provocation—cupped the undersides of Se-ah's enormous porcelain-white breasts and lifted them. Se-ah narrowed her eyes and accepted the challenge. Her slender, cool hands slid beneath the hot copper of my own chest and took its weight.
And so began a grotesque, breathless weighing—each of us supporting the full mass of the other's breasts with nothing but the sensation in our palms.
"Nngh…"
The weight that settled into my hands surpassed every imagination. From the outside her breasts looked like pure white porcelain, elegant and immaculately formed; from beneath, the density was crushing, as if I had taken up solid lead. The load strained the ligaments in my wrists until they ached.
All that outward purity, that performance of virtue—and underneath she carried these heavy slabs of flesh that could smother a man to death. The cold, dense elasticity traveling up through my palms whispered the truth straight into my fingertips: why Jin-hyuk oppa had clung to this housewife for so long.
This bitch wasn't refined only on the surface. She was a terrifying female, ripened to the core.
Se-ah, holding the weight of my chest in both hands, gave the faintest tremor through her shoulders. I did not miss the flash of shock that crossed those noble eyes.
In silence we each calculated and compared our own mass against the other's, dozens of times over, inside our heads.
"Ha. I wrote you off as some old pair of udders, but they're pretty damned heavy. But Unnie—you know what?"
I shoved my own taut, swollen breasts right under her nose and sneered.
"There's almost no difference in weight between mine and yours. Whether you're the princess in the castle or a wild dog like me, in the end we're just the same bitches, right?"
"…You disgusting whore! Thinking equal weight means equal worth—what a stupid creature you are."
Se-ah straightened her spine and stepped in closer.
"That cheap meat of yours is nothing but a one-night toy for men to spit on and throw away."
She shoved her enormous breasts toward me. This time it was not a crushing press. She aligned us so that only the tips—our nipples, already stiff and hard from the earlier friction and heat—met dead center, like the points of two fencing foils.
The instant those hypersensitive tips collided in midair, a shock like live current raced up my milk ducts and slammed straight into my brain.
"Hh—! Haa…"
We poured every nerve and every ounce of strength into those joined points and began to push.
It was the most sadistic contest of force imaginable: two sharp clusters of nerves grinding and crushing under mutual pressure.
The nipples were driven so deep they threatened to invert into the areolae. The sensation of one hard tip boring into the soft flesh of the other made our whole bodies shudder.
"Hngh, haa…! You think this is enough to shove me back?"
I ground the taunt out between pain-soaked moans. Se-ah bit her lip until it bled and drove her chest harder still, refusing to yield.
"Ugh…! Get out of my sight…"
When the bizarre pain of those nerve-points grinding into each other peaked, we tore free at the same instant with a ragged cry.
In that moment the sensitive tips that had been buried deep sprang back out with the elastic rebound of our heavy breasts, instantly recovering their stiff, swollen shape.
"Even the color is disgusting. You held my husband with something this worn-out and used-up?"
At Se-ah's cruel mockery my eyes trembled with shame. But I did not break.
"…You—! When Oppa was chewing and sucking my purple nipples like an animal, you were the one he threw away!"
Even as the pressed tips blanched white and the ducts felt ready to tear, we did not stop. Without either of us needing to speak first, we swallowed our screams and crushed each other's most sensitive nerves head-on.
The pure pink and the corrupted purple grinding together under extreme pressure. The pain that ran down my spine nearly dropped me, yet I could not give a single step.
How long did we hold?
At last we could endure no more and shoved each other away at the same time.
With a wet, sticky sound the locked nipples parted, and our enormous breasts heaved heavily in the air.
Dull, rolling masses of flesh. The sharp scent of sweat filling the space. In the eye of that storm, both of us slick and gasping, Se-ah swept her tangled hair back. Her gaze stabbed my face like needles—the look one gives a filthy stray dog.
"If you want more, come at me. If not, tuck your tail and get out of my house."
The insult made me grit my teeth and spit back.
"Ha—why don't you hide those shaking legs, Unnie? I'm only stepping back because ending it like this tonight would be a waste."
My mouth was loud, but my heart hammered with cowardice.
The mass of our chests had been equal, yet the faint sensation of being overpowered by the force she radiated would not leave me. Losing by that single margin cut deeper than the battered flesh—an inferiority that shredded my insides.
I bent to pick up the red dress crumpled on the floor. My fingertips were trembling.
Se-ah's crushing presence and her unbroken wall of defense felt ready to choke me.
"Just wait… Yoon Se-ah. I will take everything from you. Everything…"
I threw the clothes on any which way and, unable to hide it any longer, ran up from the basement with tears in my voice.
Beyond the front door the night air struck my damp skin cold. Worse than the hot pain in my chest was the wretchedness rising from deep inside.
Only a few years ago I had been the bottom of the Shanghai back alleys, throwing myself at old men for a single piece of bread.
Luck brought me to Korea and a name as a BJ, but my agency blackmailed me, paid me almost nothing, and I was one step from the gutter again.
The one who pulled me out was Jin-hyuk oppa. He burned the dogshit contract in front of my eyes, and from that moment he became my savior and my god.
That greenhouse princess would never understand. How terrifying hunger is. What it feels like to crawl like a bitch just so you never go back to that sewer. I scrubbed the tears from under my eyes with the back of my hand and ground my teeth.
Next time I'll crush those proud tits until there's nothing left of their shape.
Even as I staggered pitifully away, I packed my heart full of pure venom so I could keep my grip on the only lifeline I had—Jin-hyuk.
At the same hour. Avalon, fifth basement floor, VVIP lounge monitor room.
On the screen, the naked probing battle between Se-ah and Lu Yuyen in the basement of the Hannam-dong main house played out in raw detail through the home-cam feed.
Through the speakers came the two women's rank curses and moans. Two pairs of breasts crushed like dough; the pure pink nipples and the corrupted purple ones locking like fencing points and grinding in a grotesque contest of force.
The savage footage of that lofty Madonna and that heat-mad hunting dog thrashing in the mud—for my seed, for the paltry title of lawful wife I had tossed them—drove my lust for domination into a frenzy.
"Haa… Ahahahaha!"
Perfect. Two bitches going mad exactly as I had designed, on the stage I had set.
The fact that the humiliation and murderous intent they felt while bruising each other's chests and grinding their nipples all pointed at one man—Kang Jin-hyuk—sent a shiver through me.
The front of my trousers swelled as if it would burst.
"This is truly entertaining."
I lowered the zipper and freed the confined club with a snap. One-handed, I seized the weapon and began to work it without mercy.
Every time Se-ah's bruised breasts and Lu Yuyen's crushed purple nipples crossed on the screen, my hand grew more sadistic, faster.
I wanted to run to that basement right now, seize my trembling wife by the nape, and bury this club in her. The destructive urge to tear her screaming cunt apart with this weapon boiled up.
But I had to wait.
"I'll be looking forward to it, dear. And you, Lu Yuyen. That brilliant day when those enormous tits of yours are ground into the floor of the Black Room."
I stared through the distorted pupils of Se-ah on the screen and poured even more merciless speed into the hand wrapped around my cock.
At last the desire that had reached its limit erupted in a violent spray.
Thick white traces spattered messily across the cold screen—over Se-ah's twisted face and Lu Yuyen's bruised breasts.