Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Succubus Abduction - 3
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"Hoo... Hooo...!"
The Hairy Old Man threw his head back, savoring the sensation of climax.
Before that damn achievement window could pop up, I realized I'd been creampied from his reaction.
Surprisingly, I barely felt the semen flooding in.
I'd seen in some porn somewhere that cum was supposed to feel hot.
But thinking about it, my insides were probably even hotter than his load.
The weird feeling hit me after the creampie.
'Feels... good...'
A floating, buoyant sensation...
It wasn't like an orgasm. It was a satisfying fullness that chased away my hunger and left me light-headed.
Achievement Unlocked: Please Cum in Pussy
...What the hell kind of achievement is that!
Staring at shit like Creampied by Deception and Please Cum in Pussy in my raped state made my blood boil.
"Hungry, my bride?"
"We're done. Get lost."
I snarled at him like a feral beast, baring my fangs.
The Hairy Old Man just beamed at me with a fond, affectionate smile, like I was the cutest thing in the world.
This bastard's a total psycho, isn't he?
"Where you goin'? Untie me!"
He left me shackled to the spot and wandered off somewhere.
I had to escape.
If his goal was just a quick fuck, things might've been better right now.
But no, this creep was dead set on turning me into the heroine of some twisted "Fairy and the Woodcutter" fairy tale.
The thought of him imagining me pregnant made my head spin.
"Hngh..."
I forced myself upright.
Whatever he'd dumped in me had clumped up, and it was oozing out between my legs.
The reality of being raped crashed over me like a wave.
Why was my body trembling on its own?
"It's okay. I'm okay..."
I could shake this off and get up. No problem.
'Si-hyeon's a boy, so even if it hurts, no crying.'
Suddenly, my parents' words from childhood echoed in my head.
Looking back now, it's bullshit—guys are people too. But that boy grew up learning to tough out the pain because "he's a man."
This too shall pass.
A mantra I'd repeated endlessly during my military days.
To keep from dwelling on the past.
To hold onto hope that even this fucked-up situation would eventually end.
I searched every inch of the room before the Hairy Old Man came back.
I tried the door first, but no way I could budge it with my strength.
Whistling was getting closer.
I palmed a sharp splinter of wood from the corner.
"Miss me?"
He had some rags slung over his arm.
"Your clothes."
His brazen attitude pissed me off, but I needed clothes.
I gripped the splinter tight and said quietly,
"Help me put them on."
I tried to sound sweet, but venom still seeped through.
What flirty bullshit would make him do what I wanted?
Could I even pull that off?
As a storm of thoughts raced through my mind, he suddenly unlocked my cuffs.
"Sure."
"Huh?"
I'd hoped for this, but it was so unexpected I blurted out something stupid.
Noticing my shock, he said,
"We're husband and wife now. The gods witnessed it. If you want something, just say the word—no need to make it hard."
Words like that coming from a kidnapper-rapist? Unreal.
The world really is wide, full of crazy fucks.
Swears burned in my throat, but I played nice until the restraints were fully off.
Glancing up at him, something felt off.
Why was he so goddamn smug?
Acting like kidnapping a woman actually made her his wife.
Might've flown in ancient times, but not today.
"Try 'em on."
I did as told and slipped into the rags.
They barely covered the essentials.
Not just skimpy—pathetic. Like wearing a single apron over nothing.
"Don't you have anything decent?"
He just stared wordlessly.
His eyes glued to my tits—he looked ready to pounce any second. Time to move.
Just as expected.
He bent down to grope my breasts, handing me the perfect opening.
Shank him in the eye!
"Gah!"
I shoved him off and bolted for the open door.
"Stop right there!"
I can make it!
One step. Two steps. Three.
Grabbed by the scruff on the third.
"Ah...!"
This woman's body wasn't familiar—my movements were shockingly sluggish.
Snatched from behind, I was hoisted up, helpless.
"We'll live together, my bride!"
No time to talk.
Stomp his instep, slam my head back into his chin—shake him off and run!
But no matter my struggles, I couldn't match the old man's reflexes.
Caught easily, I hit the floor on my back, staring at the ceiling, kicking wildly.
He loomed over me, forehead split open, blood dripping, face twisted in rage.
I flashed him a grin instead.
"What, you fucker?
Mad? Hit me back!"
Tough words, but I was scared.
Pain's pain, man or woman.
I'd tried to blind him—whatever violence came next wouldn't be a surprise.
Suddenly, he grabbed my tits.
"Eek?"
Why the breasts?
No way... more sex?
The Hairy Old Man drooled as he pressed against me.
"G-get off...! You psycho!
Fuck the guy who poked your eye?"
"I'll poke your pussy too. We're married—let's make up with love."
Miraculous logic.
Once again, pinned under him, writhing helplessly.
What pissed me off most? I got wet way faster than before, ready for insertion.
My pussy eagerly slurped in his cock.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
"Ah. Ah...!"
Caught off guard, pathetic sounds escaped me.
He smirked triumphantly, fueling my fury.
"Don't... just poke around...!"
"I'll poke as much as I love you!"
"Bull...shit... Ah...!"
His dick hardened inside me.
Every time my tight pussy stretched, that "sphere" inside sloshed.
The mental image of that sphere was dangerously unstable this second time.
"Ngh... Eek...! Ngh...!"
The old man pinned my thighs, slamming his weight down, invading deep.
Pathetically easy to defile with his cock.
"Stop... Enough...!"
"Reflect with your pussy!"
"Hng...! Hng...!"
Ah, the thin membrane—danger...
Blood dripping, he gripped me tight and thrust vigorously.
His cock barged in aggressively.
Endless dangerous knocks left my head blank.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
"Be my bride!"
"Grr. Ngh. Eek!"
I hugged my jiggling tits and bit my lip.
"Just hit me. Don't forgive with sex...!"
"Ain't this you taking out your anger on my new bride's pussy?"
"Ah. Ah!"
Hardest yet.
I told him I'm a guy—why's he even more turned on?
Clutching my shaking udders while getting violated, I thought.
Was there a way to prove I was a man?
Unless my lost dick magically returned, no chance.
"Eek, Ah...!"
He clamped down, pounding roughly.
Hated to admit it, but my body was heating up.
Gentleman "Demon Hero" gets aroused, saying he wants to do you himself after killing a man.
Gentleman "Yellow Towel Demon Manager" is saving footage of your pathetic display.
Lady "Goddess Born from Foam" thinks you have potential.
I swallowed hard at the scrolling text.
Being gawked at like display merchandise.
My form...
Once a man, now a woman caught in senseless rape.
And a crowd watching for fun.
What kind of gentlemen and ladies are these...?!
"Don't just watch. Help... me...! Ngh... Ah...!"
"Ooh...! Bride's pussy's squeezing...!"
"What's fun about this!?"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
He pursed his lips in silent ecstasy, thrusting deep.
My defenseless pussy welcomed every stab, getting wetter.
'Goddess Born from Foam' said she expected lewd succubus acts from me.
This body's tampered with, no doubt.
Drugs... or some mind-altering implant...
"Cumming. Inside!"
"Don't cum inside...! I don't wanna get pregnant..."
"Say you'll be my bride. Then I'll pull out."
"Ah... Eek...!"
Hurry or he'll blow inside.
He tensed his abs, hammering away.
I arched my back, desperate to shield the thin membrane...
"Be my bride..."
I accepted the demand I couldn't refuse.
Helplessness sank into my bones.
Was I always this pathetic?
He hugged me tight, pressing his lips to mine.
I kissed back and said,
"Mwah... Be my... bride..."
"Here it comes! Get pregnant!"
The Hairy Old Man slammed in and unleashed his load, like he'd been waiting.
Forcing those words from me, as if permitting this.
Getting rock-hard watching me submit, then pounding my pussy mercilessly.
"Hngh!"
He embraced me fiercely, ejaculating hard.
I knew exactly what was happening in a man's body right now.
Shuddering and groaning in pleasure—must feel amazing.
Even knowing it's his most vulnerable moment, I was too drained to move.
My body was feeding.
"Eek, haaa..."
Savoring semen with my pussy.
A bizarre sensation of spiritual hunger being filled.
I hadn't even realized I was starving before the creampie.
His cock stiffened right up again.
"Pussy's begging for more."
"...Bullshit."
He used my pussy again.
Milking him dry, apparently—no letting go.
No choices for me.
Abandoned hope of rescue.
The so-called gentlemen and ladies were just voyeuring.
This too shall pass.
"Bride pussy! Bride...!"
"Ah. Ah. Ah...!"
"Don't wanna get creampied? Say you'll be my bride!"
"Be my... bride... Mwah..."
Brainwashing training?
Even this betrayal-based fuckery felt routine now.
Body already discarded.
Separate mind from flesh—detach.
Self-defense to protect the sphere.
But.
"Eek...!?"
Irritated at my log-like response, he grabbed my tits.
A jolt shot up my spine, numbing my brain.
"Ah... Ah...!!"
"Love your udders, huh?"
Breasts as a weakness? Laughable joke.
Just flesh—why the electric thrill? No way.
Another vicious trap in this body?
"Grab your udders and pound your pussy...!"
"Eek, Ah...!"
Ecstatic, he mauled my tits and bucked wildly.
Hard cock plunging deep, breasts roughly toyed with.
Danger. Membrane tearing. Keep going and it'll rip...! Liquid spilling—dire image.
"Stop...!"
"Hng! Hng! Raa!"
His rigid dick pressed my womb, burrowing deep.
B-block it...
"I'll be your bride. Stop... Stop... The tits...!"
Knew it wouldn't work, but desperate anyway.
He seized my breasts, flicking my nipples with his tongue.
"Hahk."
I twisted away, desperate to escape.
"Stop... Enough. Ah... Ah... I'll let you... fuck whenever you want..."
Finally, he paused.
Tits freed, I gasped, calming my body.
Close call...
"Promise kept. Now just pussy pounding."
"...Eek. Eek. You keep yours too... Don't flip-flop like it's breakfast..."
"Hm."
Suddenly, he snapped his hips.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to endure.
After the tit-squeezing penetration, zero control over the sphere.
Just survive till he cums.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Hng! Hng! Pulling out this time."
Like bestowing a favor, he ravaged my pussy freely.
His palm grazed my nipple.
"Hyaah...!"
"Oops. Heh heh."
This motherfucker...
I shielded my tits with my arms—as much as I could, anyway; too big.
Glared at him.
But threats meant nothing.
Even I knew that.
Guys like this need the long arm of the law.
"Cumming!"
"Eek...!"
Tensing for a creampie, he belatedly honored the deal—pulled out, spraying over my body.
Forceful shot nearly hit my face.
Revolting—I held my breath.
Inside or out, both sucked equally.
Freshly worn rags now semen-stained.
Chest drenched too.
Thinking of that thick load dumped raw inside before? Mind-blowing.
"Keep your promise, bride. Got it?"
"......"
I nodded.