Chapter 65: The Family's Sex-Relief Bitch, Yeon-woo
It was way too noisy. Not some night when the whole family's asleep, but a bright morning when everyone's wide awake and bustling around prepping for the day. And yet, Cheol-gyu couldn't hold back his lust, thrusting into his cousin sister with a thrill-seeking grin...
“Ah... ah! Ah... haaht... eump...!”
“Fuck... come on. If we get caught, you're fucked too, you know? Hold it in.”
“A... alright...”
He didn't actually want to get caught.
“Hngt... eump... eump!!”
“Ah, shit... I said be quiet...”
What Cheol-gyu wanted was just the right amount of thrill—not her moaning like a vending machine every time he slammed in. That was too damn risky.
Is this bitch doing it on purpose? Trying to get us caught?
As those paranoid thoughts swirled, his eyes landed on the perfect item.
“Fuck... this won't do. Bite down on this.”
“Eum... eump?!”
He shoved the hard object straight into Yeon-woo Lee's mouth. It was the chew toy that Mongi—the house's fluffy lovebug, a cotton-candy-eyed Samoyed (3 years old, male)—had been gnawing on...
“Huh. Fits you perfect.”
Cheol-gyu thought it suited her better than expected.
“Eump...?!!”
“Shh. Be quiet. You're just a bitch in heat anyway, so a dog chew's fine for you, right? Stay quiet and I'll cum quick and let you go.”
“...”
Maybe because she was being treated like a real bitch... or worse, as a real bitch.
“Alright. Back in it goes. Stay quiet. Got it?”
“...Eump.”
His cock, already buried deep in her pussy, pulled back—then slammed forward with a thud...! Dull pain and pleasure spread through her womb entrance and deep in her lower belly, but...
“Eump...”
Yeon-woo clenched the dog chew tight, successfully stifling the moan bubbling up inside.
...Though the feeling of her teeth sinking deep into something made for dogs sure as hell wasn't pleasant.
“Haa... haa... fuck, this is so good...”
“...Eump... eump... eump.”
Only after gagging the soft bitch with the dog chew could Cheol-gyu finally relax and savor it fully. His cousin sister's delicious body. Especially from behind like this, gazing down at the view. Her already slender waist and thick, massive ass looked even more extreme in contrast thanks to perspective—the waist impossibly narrow, the hips exaggeratedly huge.
And that ass... Smack... smack! Smack! Every hard doggy-thrust made it jiggle wildly, cheeks wobbling like pudding. When they spread, her shy chrysanthemum folds peeked out. And below, when he pulled back from her soft pussy depths—schluuuurk—her inner walls clung tight like stretched mozzarella, dragging along his shaft.
“Ah... fuck...! So goddamn chewy... heuk... heuk.”
A sight that satisfied not just touch and sight, but made him euphoric. And when was a guy's lust at its peak? Morning. After a deep sleep resets all the built-up fatigue and stress from the day, any young man wakes up pitching a morning tent, rock-hard.
No more jerking off pathetically like before. Now he had his own personal whore, ready to spread her legs on command...!
“Haa... haa... From now on, I'm using your pussy every morning. Got it?”
“Eubbeup...”
“What? Nod your head. Don't act human, you bitch...!”
Now he owned this slut...!
With that thought, Cheol-gyu grabbed a fistful of her long, flowing straight hair—soft strands—and yanked back hard.
“...Eump!”
Any normal girl in a real relationship? She'd call him a perv. But he could do it. To her. The shit he'd fear backlash for with other women? She just bit down harder on the dog chew. No rebellion from his sex slave.
This whore's built for this. She probably loves it.
She wasn't even human anymore—just a convenient sex toy.
“Heuk, heuk... heuk... fuck... shit... haa...!”
His excited hips sped up. Slap! Slaaap! Slaaap! Gripping her long hair like a leash, his other hand stroked then smacked! her thick ass cheek.
“Hngp!!”
“Feels good? Yeah? You maso bitch... hngh!”
He slapped until her fat cheeks glowed red.
I can do this whenever. Fuck anytime I want...!
Sex doll. Living onahole. Fuck toy. Sex slave. Whatever. He wasn't cumming into a person. Just dumping seed like pissing to relieve himself—treating her as a convenient hole for his lust.
“Ha... haaak... heuk...”
Bluuuuurp!
No warning for the recipient. Just excreting his load.
Emotionally, it wasn't sex between two people. More like one-sided masturbation.
“Haa... haa... fuu... ah, feels so good... huu...”
Refreshing. Utterly refreshing. From Cheol-gyu's view, anyway. Waking early, dumping his overnight buildup before breakfast? Pure bliss.
“Fuu... Good job, sis.”
“...Eump.”
“You can spit out the chew now.”
In high spirits, Cheol-gyu patted her ass—still draped over the desk, heaving with deep breaths—like praising a baby. A clear subordinate gesture, meant to humiliate his cousin sister.
“Your pussy was great, kekeke... Oh, right—payment time?”
“...”
And to top off the shame... he pulled two crumpled 10,000-won bills from his wallet.
You bastard...
Treated like a sex doll, feeling pleasure and humiliation mix, Yeon-woo didn't take the money. She just trembled, face buried in the desk, wrapped in foul aftertaste.
But...
“Sis, hold still.”
“...Huh?!”
Her ass still raised. Something slinking toward her pussy below...
“Hey...”
“Shh. I said hold still.”
“Don't... don't put it in...!”
...Cheol-gyu was folding the two bills and trying to stuff them into her precious hole.
She twisted away in panic at the foreign touch, avoiding the cash becoming a "cock insertion." But...
“Aww. No fun.”
“...”
Watching him do it purely for laughs, Yeon-woo felt like an insect trapped in a web.
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8:40 AM.
“Sis. I'm heading out first. Heh heh. See ya later.”
“...”
Cheol-gyu was gone. Off to the academy. Leaving me abandoned in his messy rape aftermath, whistling happily.
“...Haa... haa...”
-Creak-Click.Beep.
With the last person gone, leaving me alone in the empty house... I staggered to the bathroom naked.
Slosh-slosh-
Feeling Cheol-gyu's seed sloshing inside me from what he'd planted deep.
“Ah...”
I tried to expel the cum from my belly in the bathroom. Spread my pussy myself, squatted over the tiles, rocked my hips up and down. Then—drip, drip, drrrrrip—so much he'd dumped that morning, thick and clumpy, a turbid gray-white cascade pouring from between my thighs like a disgusting waterfall, pooling white on the floor...
“You psycho... how much did you even shoot...”
Staring at the cum puddle brought the scene rushing back. Uncle, Jin-woo, even the kitchen auntie prepping breakfast—all home. And he casually calls me to his room and rapes me. Unbelievable.
All I could think was I'd hooked the real psycho.
And his attitude... his words, actions. Treating me not like a person, but a jerk-off toy for his urges.
Even shoving a dog chew—one Mongi had been gnawing—in my mouth for moaning a bit.
“He... really treated me like a bitch in heat... haa... haa... that fucker...”
But weirdly, despite the disgust... my lower belly kept tingling oddly. Like my pussy was swelling, throbbing? Womb bloated and sinking low... clit standing stiff...
“...Haa... hauk...”
This itchy, weird sensation dragged on, tormenting me. Whole body crawling, something inside swelling to burst. Know the feeling?
...I knew it all too well. From fucking so many guys... after cumming over and over, still craving more. Turning into a total slut bitch.
Problem was, it hit after non-consensual blackmail rape. Raped, yet feeling this. Undeniably rape from threats, but aroused anyway. Post-rape, masturbating in the bathroom like a joke.
“Haa... haa...! Eut...!”
My body's gone wrong. Broken. Or my head... Hated getting fucked by him. Yet I felt it anyway. Even after one orgasm, the itch returns. Breasts aching...! Body won't obey my mind, getting horny. Confusing, refusing to admit it—makes it worse.
Ah...
“Haa... haaang! Ah... ah! Ah!”
Frustrated, house empty... I moaned lewdly, echoing off the tiles.
But masturbating just deepened the humiliation. I'm the victim, yet feeling pleasure from rape? Feels like I'm not owning it...
...Worst, but
“Hnguuuuht... haa... haa...”
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Only way to end the ache—splattering pussy juice on the floor as I rubbed frantically...
“Oh my. Yeon-woo, come on in.”
“Ah, hello.”
“Yeon-woo! Hurry up.”
“Hey, why so late?”
After cleaning up in the bathroom, showering, mechanically grooming—I headed to Pilates on schedule. In skin-tight white leggings.
...No clue when Cheol-gyu might blackmail and force me again. But now more than ever, I refused to abandon my routine. No matter what he does, I want to live my life.
“Alright, class starting.”
Pilates for half a year now. My figure was already great, so not sure about shaping effects, but I kept it up to maintain connections. Classmates Hye-min Park and Yeon-su Choi came too. Not total gold diggers, but silver-spoon types? Cute looks, nice personalities, both projected early airline jobs with me post-semester two—perfect fit.
“First, breathing. Light hands on ribs. Deep inhale through nose, expand chest side to side.”
I breathed to the instructor's gentle voice. Focused on ribs swelling, pushing my hands.
“Good. Now exhale long 'fuuu' through mouth, twist abs like wringing laundry. Pull navel to spine. No gap under spine and mat—tighten your core.”
Live normally. Normally... Ignore Cheol-gyu's sudden threats and demands... Pretending bold, that's what I told myself. That's what I tried.