I Will Never Have Sex With You (5)
In the end, the glass spills over.
"Yojora, you fucking bitch."
The long navy hair of the night sky, crumpled because it was gripped so tightly by Seo Woojin. Beneath it, the red eyes, hazy and drunkenly unfocused, suddenly widen in a flash. No. Hide the emotions. Swallow that fucking curse and act happy? You'd give it all away, you idiot. How could you let a chance like this slip away so pointlessly? Get pissed, get angry, rage. Fight back, demand what the hell he's doing. That's the only way you'll make him hate me more.
"...What the hell are you doing...! Let go of my hair...!"
"Shut your mouth."
Thud. Thud. Swallowing the tension threatening to burst from my throat, I looked up at Seo Woojin's face. That face brimming with irritation and annoyance, clearly screaming 'I hate you,' staring right at me. I gazed up at it politely, my throat bobbing with loud gulps. I even shifted from my sloppy kneeling position to something a bit more deferential. If Ujin caught on to this, that expression would twist into pure mockery in an instant.
"......"
...But the moment he figures it out, wouldn't that feel even better...? Hehe.
"Sorry. Truth is, I did it because I like you... ...You thought I'd just laugh it off and take you back to the company?"
"...Th-that's not what I was trying to dooo..."
I somehow muster a rebuttal against Seo Woojin's soft whisper. No. Honestly, the company wasn't even on my mind halfway through. It was just something I did to feel good on my own... You don't even need to accept my feelings. It's just the fallback excuse because I couldn't straight-up say 'I want you to rape me.' So... ignore all that and just... ...wreck me all over... until I'm broken... pretty pleeease...? My throat argues furiously from moments ago, still gulping away.
"Thinking about it, that makes it even more fucked up. You came to seduce me and bring up rape...?"
"......"
"...You like getting raped?"
"......Don't talk bullshit..."
A woman who wants to reign like a queen on the outside, but inside she's stuffed to the brim with self-destructive urges. Kneeling under a man who could kill her in an instant if he wanted, taking his harsh insults without flinching—though she's desperately hiding the twitch at the corner of her mouth. A woman whose face is flushing not from alcohol anymore, but from hot, steamy heat. ...A woman who only now notices her tail has been swishing back and forth the whole time.
Guys overflowing with lust, cocks swollen like cum sacks, playing with her however they want—there's no toy more fun for a big sis like me, right? Sooo...
"Then I'll do the same to you."
"Wh-what...?"
"Looks like that's your kink."
"Bullshit..., w-wait...!"
I yank my arm free from Seo Woojin, who's forcibly pulling it up, and flop back down to my knees. No matter how huge my tits are... or how unnecessarily wide my hips are, or how my whole body screams 'built for sex'—still, if I say no and he drags me to bed and rams that cock in deep, that's not okay...!
...Or so I tell my brain. I'm being raped against my will... I'm weaker than Seo Woojin... I don't want to get raped... I want to kill that man... I absolutely, positively do not want that massive throbbing cock pounding all the way to the back of my pussy...
"......Mmph, mmph...?"
...Huh...?
"Open your mouth."
"......"
The cock, heavy and throbbing from me sucking it halfway down just moments ago, presses boldly against my soft lips, reeking of my saliva, his precum, and that lewd mix of both. What if I just bit down hard? So reckless. But damn, I love that stupid courage. If Ujin were a smart guy to begin with, he never would've picked a fight with me on physical terms.
"You were sucking it so eagerly a second ago, now you hate it?"
"...Yeah. Hate it."
"...You came to me for this exact reason from the start."
"...Nooo...? I just thought my cute junior deserved a giiiift..."
"Cute enough to rape?"
"...Can't Iiii...? Your cock got rock-hard, so you liked it toooo... ...You maso pervert fuck..."
"......"
"Puhuhu... Hentai... You're a pervert toooo..."
Ah. He must've gotten pissed at being called a masochist. Seo Woojin sighs, looking down at my face—rebelling by not letting that massive cock into my tiny mouth... though really, I'm just kissing the tip like crazy.
His cold gaze chills me for a moment, but then his hand on the back of my head tightens with a grip.
"Mmph... Nngh...!"
...Not by my will, but by his hand grabbing me, I swallow the cock. The glans I'd been licking diligently since my first attempt at a blowjob slides deeper, until it hits my throat—and that's not enough for him, so he shoves until it plugs my windpipe completely.
...Urk. Gonna puke. Of course, if I actually hurl, the stud I've finally found would hate me, so I'll hold it in no matter what.
"Nngh... Hnngh... Pffh... Mmph...!"
Careful not to let my teeth touch, but making sure it slides slickly over my tongue for his pleasure, with all the pooled saliva making it sticky and messy—guess he doesn't give a shit about my little efforts. He just grips my head tight and rams his cock into my mouth like it's his personal fucktoy. The blood-engorged shaft digs into my narrow throat, then pulls out scraping roughly, ignoring my consent entirely—like 'that's too much'—without asking.
...If he put his hand on my neck, he'd feel every bit of that movement. While clenching my throat around the cock and gulping down saliva, a clear strand of drool slowly drips down before my hazy eyes. What is it? I glance up slightly, and there's Seo Woojin with his tongue lolling out lightly. And the drool slowly dripping from its tip. The cock getting slick with it. The saliva spreading over the whole shaft as he pounds back into my throat. I see it all.
...If this were real rape, I'd have bitten down ages ago... Lucky bastard... Slurp... Slurp...
...Gulp...
......Gulp.
"Hoo... ...Fuck..."
"Pfhaah...! Hack...! Haa... Ha..."
Like a goddamn onahole, used until my hair and drool are a tangled mess. Finally, the invasive cock slowly pulls out from my gasping lips.
...That thing was just pounding my throat. The hazy realization fades quick as Seo Woojin, still gripping my hair, naturally drops it right onto my face.
...You jerk. Now everything clinging to your cock is all over me...
......
Hehe...
"Masochist perverts like you."
"Heok... Hek......"
Nooo? All I did was obediently let you ram your cock down my throat. Can't you see I'm glaring at you like I hate it? Nailing the normal girl cosplay, right? You're way more... than me just a bit ago, when you got hard under me...
"...Get up here."
"Eut... No...?!"
He phrases it like an order, but slips his hands under my armpits and hauls me onto the bed. 160 cm, 50 kg—not heavy by any means, but not something you just pick up easily either. Yet he lifts me effortlessly and lays me down.
...Ready to fuck me however he wants. The bed springs creak embarrassingly. My scalp stings as my long hair gets crushed under my back. Suddenly feeling insanely embarrassed, I wipe my drool-smeared face with my wrists for a moment.
"Hey, wait a sec...! Mmph..."
My t-shirt comes up over my face. ...The white tee I was wearing under my cardigan. Someone pulls it off, exposing my twitching lower belly, then my bra-covered tits, and it covers my face.
The culprit...? No idea. ...Can't see.
"...Ngh..., Nn..."
The stuffy pressure crushing my tits suddenly releases. Without a moment to wait, 'someone's' hands touch my bare skin. Squeeze... He kneads them selfishly, without a thought for how much it hurts a woman, right over my heart—where he'd hear all my secrets if he pressed his ear.
Passing that, to the edge. To my already slightly hardened nipples. Someone's fingertips touch them.
"Eut...!"
Unlike the middle school or high school days, when so-called brave perverts would poke my tits once and grin like idiots—this someone's fingertips squeeze mercilessly, like they're trying to milk cheap udders for all they're worth.
...Not squeezing hard, but just lightly tapping. Someone's tongue tip. Hard and wet teeth. They keep touching.
"...D-don't..., Stop it...!"
"......"
No answer comes. Even as I stupidly wear my t-shirt like a blindfold, arching my head back and begging him to stop with pathetic twitches. No reply. He just toys with my nipples however he wants. Like they belong to him.
"Seo... Woojin......"
"......"
"Stop..., I was wrong......"
Slurp, slurp—amid the gasps leaking out as he sucks my tits, I somehow string words together. But nothing changes. Maybe my reactions amuse him; while flicking his tongue tip over them, he bites down hard enough to hurt, making me flail my arms wildly toward some invisible spot. Not satisfied with one tit, he laps at the other. Then, deeming that not enough, he gathers both tits together and licks the saliva-soaked nipples with his tongue tip.
...All of it feels just like being helplessly raped while blindfolded. It rang out so vividly.
"Yojora."
"...Don't say my name... you bastard..."
"No, there's something I need to tell you."
I'm deep in the role, insisting to myself that I'm being raped against my will—when Seo Woojin's quiet voice cuts through so vividly.
"I will never have sex with you."
"...I don't wanna either..."
"Mutual pleasure is just sex, after all."
"......"
"So, I'm just gonna jerk off however I want."
It slammed right into my eardrums.