Chapter 36
Chapter 36
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Confinement
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Seung-hee kept her mouth shut, but she glared at me with piercing eyes.
Her blank expression as she stared me down made my excitement cool off like bitter medicine.
But there was no way my throbbing cock would calm down just like that, so I sliced through the tape binding her legs with my knife.
I peeled off Seung-hee's jeans, revealing panties that were something like a bra—matching, I guess.
Hmm... not bad, kinda hot in its own way. Her glare stung, but it wasn't going to kill me.
I pushed up her bra and slipped off her panties.
She said she was twenty, right? Her body gave off this fresh, youthful scent.
I stripped off my own clothes too. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight of my rock-hard erection, but she went right back to glaring.
It was kinda funny, though—she was desperately trying to glare only at my face, ignoring my lower half.
As I approached her naked, she pretended to be composed, but I could feel her body tense up completely.
When I touched her breasts, she flinched like she'd been burned by something hot.
All women's bodies are pretty much the same, aren't they? Let's see how long she can hold out like this.
I caressed both breasts, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
Seung-hee writhed against her will. Even in sleep, her body reacted—this was wide awake.
Ignoring the sensation wouldn't be easy now.
I kept busy fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples, then back to her breasts.
Yakuza? Daddy? Revenge? None of that had anything to do with me. Why should I help with her revenge?
Offering to fuck me happily? Who cares? Was she gonna date me? I didn't need that.
All I needed was a warm pussy and soft, jiggly tits. Nothing else.
I barely understood my own feelings— no way I could deal with someone else's. Better not to expect anything than get betrayed or live in suspicion.
She must be plenty wet by now. When I brushed my fingers against her slit, they came away slick with clear, viscous fluid.
I pressed my cock right into Seung-hee's pussy.
"Ngh."
She let out a short groan as I slid inside.
I had no desire for beautiful, loving sex with this woman.
No emotional connection or mutual satisfaction.
Just sex that satisfied me. Sex I could have whenever I wanted.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The tight grip of her pussy felt incredible. Was it because it'd been so long? It felt even better than usual.
Pathetic, her trying to keep a straight face—it only turned me on more.
Was my taste just weird? Whatever. Didn't matter.
Thrusting my hips was pure fun. The wet slaps of my body against hers, her grimacing face each time—it was stimulating.
No need to drag it out or worry about her pleasure.
I moved however I wanted, in whatever way felt best for me.
After thrusting away for a good while, a sharp tingle shot through me—the familiar rise from my balls.
Spurt, spurt.
No joke, I unloaded a massive load.
The orgasm was so intense it felt like my brain was melting.
She gave me this look, like she slightly despised me.
Didn't matter. What was she gonna do about it?
Even after cumming, my erection hadn't gone down. This was new—usually it'd deflate right after.
Sure, it'd gotten hard again sometimes, but never this vigorous right away.
And seeing Seung-hee splayed out, pussy exposed and messy, had my cock throbbing back to full mast.
Alright. Round two. It's not like it shortens my lifespan or anything.
I flipped her body over. Shame I couldn't see that sexy expression anymore with her face buried in the bed, but in exchange, there was her pale, round ass.
Her ass. Touching it didn't do much for me, honestly. But having it fill my vision was enjoyable.
I grabbed her hips and lined up my cock with her pussy. Still soaked, it slid in smooth as butter.
"Hngh."
She gasped as I buried myself to the hilt in one deep thrust. That reaction was a reward for any guy.
Confidence in my size. Proof that my cock was hitting her sensitive spots.
The sensation was different from face-to-face. Just plunging in felt good, even without cumming.
In this position, her pussy made these lewd queefs. Embarrassed? No need to be.
"Ngh. Nngh."
Whether from my deep thrusts or the buildup from back-to-back rounds, she couldn't hold back her moans anymore.
Forcing it down, but they leaked out anyway. Nice sounds. The slap of flesh on flesh was good too.
The wet, squishy noises as my cock pistoned in and out—everything was perfect.
That white ass. I gripped it hard, leaving red handprints. Had to spank it, right?
Smack!
"Nngh... Don't!"
She said nothing during the rape, but a slap with my palm was too much? Weird girl.
Smack!
"Ngh! Seriously! Stop... Hn! Nngh."
She finally opened her tightly shut mouth, only to let out an involuntary moan.
That moan hit me hard—a signal raced down my spine.
The urge shot straight to my groin.
A bit less than before, but still a huge load.
My cock went limp inside her pussy. I pulled out and sat up.
She collapsed sideways. Seung-hee.
I cut the tape binding her arms with my knife.
She stared at me strangely, a mix of unwanted pleasure and disgust from the cum still inside her.
"Go wash up."
Without a word, she got up, stripped off her top, and headed to the bathroom.
She washed herself while glancing at me warily. The way she rinsed inside her pussy with the showerhead was graphic.
I approached her.
She startled when I suddenly entered the bathroom.
"Wash mine too."
She eyed my dangling cock. She hated it, obviously. But her face showed nothing.
"Why should I?"
"Because you have to."
She aimed the showerhead at my cock and sprayed it down.
Then her small, slender hand gripped it. Felt pretty damn erotic.
But she gave it a half-assed wipe and pulled away.
I stared at her silently.
It was just a wordless protest for more care, but she sighed deeply and dropped to her knees.
She grabbed my cock and brought it to her mouth. What? I hadn't expected this.
After sucking it a few times, she pulled off, gathered spit, and spat it out in a stream.
"There. Happy?"
"Yeah."
After that unexpected service, I dried my lower half with a towel.
Seung-hee finished washing and looked at me.
"Give me a towel."
I started to hand her mine, but saw her grimace and said,
"Wait."
As I turned to leave, a thought flashed—
The machete on the floor!
I whipped around. Seung-hee had lunged for it but slipped on the wet floor and fell.
Still, she grabbed it in the fall.
Lying there, she pointed it at me and glared.
"What're you doing?"
"Fuck... What does it look like I'm doing?"
Even back when she talked about the yakuza, curse words from her delicate face felt off.
She had some grit, so she probably hadn't lived a pampered life.
"Stupid."
"Stupid my ass! You... You don't die if I stab you?"
Clumsy... So damn clumsy.
I'd bet she'd never killed anyone herself.
She had venom and spunk, but lacked that crucial something.
"You. Do you even know what my skill is?"
"What?"
"When you grab a knife, don't threaten—just swing. Otherwise, you're done."
"Fuck! Talking shit 'cause you're scared!"
Honestly, truly, Seung-hee with a knife wasn't scary at all.
How could someone look that non-threatening? Amazing.
"Put it down, and I'll let it go. Keep holding it, and you'll get hit."
"Try it! I'll kill you fi—"
Before she finished, Seung-hee fell asleep.
I took the machete from her hand and tossed it outside the door.
The floor was a wet mess, and there was a naked woman passed out on it.
What a hassle.
I picked up Seung-hee, dragged her to the bed, and dumped her on it.
A naked woman sprawled on the bed—nice view. What do you think, buddy? Up for seconds?
Nope. Useless prick. Gassed after two rounds?
I sat beside her and fondled her breast.
Still damp, bad texture. Needed a towel, yeah.
I grabbed one and wiped the water off her body.
Didn't want her catching a cold. No meds around, and no desire to play nurse.
Hmm. All dry now. Time to grope again.
If this were my main base, I could've locked her in like with Min-ji. But no lock here.
Ugh, nailing concrete sucks. I'd need electric drill, screws, drill bits, lock block—buncha stuff.
Spare locks around? Annoying. If not, just grab some from there.
From the base, anyway. Got a few extras... Decisions. Go get 'em?
What to do with her in the meantime? Tie her up, obviously.
Handcuffs or shackles would be perfect. Real ones, not cosplay crap.
For now... Tie her. Trip to base won't take days—quick in and out.
I wrapped tape around her arms and legs, then bound her tight to the bed.
She won't budge now. Deal with the discomfort. Be back soon.
Leaving Seung-hee like that, I got dressed and prepared to head to the base.