Galaxy (3)
Galaxy (3)
When Dojin suddenly barged into her room, Eunha wasn't all that surprised. She figured he had something else to say.
But when he came in like that and immediately tried to strip her clothes off, even she couldn't help but freak out.
"Do, Dojin? What's this all of a sudden......."
"You said it yourself, right? That you'd let me use your body anytime."
"Th-that's true, but...."
She hadn't imagined it'd be right now. She hadn't even washed up since waking up that morning, so Eunha fretted over whether her body stank. She wasn't ready to offer herself fully to Dojin yet.
But ready or not, Dojin didn't give a damn and shredded her clothes.
The cheap threads she wore as sleepwear got pulverized, revealing the equally cheap undies underneath.
Dojin scowled at the sight. We're not broke or anything, and she always picks this trashy stuff saying it suits her.
He hated it. What the hell was she lacking that made her think cheap-ass underwear like this was a good fit?
"Take it off."
So he ripped those off too. True to their bargain-bin price, the undies had zero durability. With Dojin's brute strength, they tore apart like tissue paper.
Jjwaaak─ After shredding the underwear, Dojin eyed Eunha carefully. She seemed mortified at exposing her naked body, covering her scars with her hands.
Yeah, the scars.
"......Sorry, sob, sorry."
Eunha turned her head away, eyes glistening with tears as she apologized. Dojin stared at her with a rigid expression.
"What're you sorry for?"
"For showing you my dirty body, hic......."
"Dirty? Where?"
Dojin said that and reached out to caress her scars. Every time his fingers brushed them, Eunha flinched and tried to dodge his touch.
These scars were milestones mapping out her life story. What kind of hell she'd lived through, and how it'd shaped her into the person she was...
No need to be ashamed. She couldn't be. Dojin wanted her to stand proud, chest out, facing her wounds head-on.
Just like he'd done... He hoped she'd conquer her past with her own power.
"They're pretty."
"Ah, no they're not...."
"Who said? That they're dirty?"
"......Mom."
"Forget everything that piece of shit ever said."
Pfft, mother-in-law my ass—Dojin had wiped all that from his mind. Trash who abused her own kid and tried to brainwash her didn't deserve adult status.
"I need you, Eunha."
"......Dojin wants me?"
"Yeah. I want you so bad I can't hold back."
A little forceful, a little sadistic. He pulled her into a hug. No more Eunha hiding her body. She hugged him back with everything she had.
His whole body felt toasty warm.
"One thing......."
Eunha whispered in Dojin's ear.
"If you want me, just promise one thing."
"What?"
"Break me."
Love me till I shatter.
Dojin crushed her in a tight squeeze. Thanks to her ability, Eunha felt no pain—but that just turned her on more.
No pain. But pressure? Oh yeah. Even if her bones and muscles snapped, she could take Dojin no problem.
That thrilled her. Ignoring pain bullshit to fully soak in his love...
"......Dojin, your clothes are wrinkling."
"It's fine."
"Unh, no... it's expensive...."
Eunha nudged him off lightly and started stripping his clothes. Way too pricey to get rumpled by the likes of her.
She peeled them off and folded them neatly to the side, wrinkle-free. Dojin found her routine hilarious and snorted a laugh.
'Why's he laughing?'
She couldn't figure out why Dojin was cracking up. You fold clothes right after taking them off. Common sense. One wrinkle and you'd get beaten bloody with the damn thing.
Coats and jackets? Extra caution. Zippers made wounds easy, and she'd gotten tetanus from festering gashes more than once.
Eunha finished folding Dojin's clothes and faced him. His cock was already massively erect. First time seeing a guy's dick, but she felt a weird thrill building.
This man—Dojin—wanted her that bad, plain as his throbbing cock.
And she knew exactly what to do in a spot like this.
"Th-thank you for getting hard over trash like me......."
Kneeling to Dojin, she bent forward and planted a kiss on his cock. Pointed straight at the ceiling, it was a cinch to reach.
Hot meat pressed her lips, heat flooding from her mouth through her whole body. Dojin stared down with a stone face. Eunha started panicking—had she fucked up?
"Wh-why...? Hey, should I brush my teeth?"
"......You, where'd you learn that?"
"Fr-from Mom......."
"Oh, yeah?"
Luckily, Dojin's face lit up instantly. Eunha sighed relief inside. If he'd stayed pissed, she'd have been lost—might've even offered her life.
"......Anything else you learned?"
"Uh, yeah. There is...."
"What?"
"Like this...."
Eunha clumsily gripped it with both hands. Kissed the tip, then pumped up and down slow.
That godawful amateur move convinced Dojin she'd never touched a cock—or anything like it.
No bone-stock virgin pulls that shit. If it was acting, she'd snag a Hollywood award.
Jjok jjok, lips smacking nonstop, hands jerking—but yeah, word-of-mouth lessons only? Her skills were comically crap.
Cumming like this was tempting, but Dojin wasn't here for her service today. He grabbed her hands and flipped her onto her back.
"Wh-why...? Did I mess up...?"
"Yeah. I'll show you how it's done."
"Ah, got it. I'll learn hard...."
She lay rigid like a soldier, awaiting disassembly. Dojin, like a pro chef, started carving her body slow.
Fingers circled her tits. A few loops, then stomach, hips, thighs, arms—everywhere.
Drawing lines all over. Eunha blinked wide-eyed, watching the show.
Spotting her erogenous zones, Dojin ramped it up aggressive. No pain but full stim? Her pleasure uptake beat anyone else's.
Downside: killer reception, shit desire. Unavoidable. Demanding horniness from a chronic depressive suicidal? Reckless as fuck.
'Never thought I'd use this.......'
Dojin fished out the aphrodisiac from his pocket. Bought it on a whim, might come in handy. No clue if it worked—never tried.
'So...... dosage.......'
Bottle labeled proper dose in Otherworld script. Dojin skimmed it, shrugged, and dumped the whole vial on Eunha.
"Hiiik!" A cute squeak escaped as she shot Dojin a puzzled look.
"Do, Dojin? What'd you... do?"
"Ignore it. Just feel."
"Uh, okay. Feeling it...."
Magic rocked—Eunha felt the liquid on her belly wriggle. Dojin smeared it everywhere, sensation hit full-body.
Fizzy ants crawling all over. Bu-geul bu-geul, ants scampered till she noticed—peureong! Popping off, jolting her senseless.
Even zero-sex-drive her? Body could force the lust.
"Eut, um... Dojin... body feels weird...."
Pleasure she'd never known—hell, couldn't describe—slammed her.
Dojin clocked the aphrodisiac working, eyed the untouched spots.
Tits and pussy—skipped those. Didn't know potency...
'This much? Slather away.'
Eunha's meh reaction? Dojin scooped leftover goo and gooped it thick on nipples, clitoris, pussy.
Skin tingles hitting peaks? Eunha got hit with piss-or-cum urgency.
But no squirting in front of him. Half-sobbing, she begged Dojin.
"Do, Dojin...... Eut, bath, bathroom......."
"No."
"Hueut, b-but......."
"I wanna play with you more—don't you need me?"
"N-need... don't stooop...... gonna cum......."
Gonna cum. Hottest words for a guy? Dojin commanded hold, toyed her nipples.
Nipples wired straight to perineum—one rare spot. Flicks felt like bladder-switch taps.
Tok tok, switch dipping. Tears leaking, she jammed it shut. Missed a bit—trickle from her pussy.
Humiliating. Sorry. He said hold, but she leaked anyway.
"Uhuk, hik, sor, sorry...."
"What?"
"P-pee—hic, leaked... couldn't hold...."
Dojin checked her lower belly. Not pee—vaginal fluid trickling.
Her not knowing pussy juice from piss? Dojin grinned.
"Did wrong?"
"Wr-wrong, yes...."
"Wrong means punishment, right?"
"P-punishment?"
Hoping gentle—stomach punch now? Bladder explosion.
Dojin pointed at her clitoris. Virgin territory for him. Erect, soaked in dripped aphrodisiac, throbbing.
"Gonna pinch this."
"Pi, pinch?"
Lower-body pops zapping electric joy up her spine.
Untouched this intense? Direct pinch? Unimaginable.
Piss-gush for sure, maybe shocked heart-stop.
Scary. But wanna surrender to Dojin's whims.
"......Uh, yeah. Punishment."
"......For real?"
"Ah, okay...."
Hueut—Eunha stifled moan, eyed Dojin. Holdable? Yeah.
But nah—pleasure ain't holdable. Ejac's what you edge, not bliss.
Dojin heard her, pressed finger to clit. Kwak—pinched.
"───!!"
Then Eunha bucked her hips sky-high, gushing pussy juice and piss as she came.