Lost to the Fever of the Drug
Eun-hye’s consciousness was fracturing like shattered glass. From her drenched, intimate depths, a hot, sticky slick of arousal flowed without cease, tracing down the delicate curves of her inner thighs to leave a shameful stain upon the cold floor.
She fought to focus on the distorted shapes swimming in her failing vision, but her body was already entirely surrendered to the violent dominion of the drug.
Finally, the male sex slave lunged at her like a starved beast. His wide, rough lips crushed down forcefully upon Eun-hye’s trembling mouth. A wet, sickening breath mingled with saliva forced its way between them, their spit blending into a distasteful, messy smear.
At the same time, his thick, calloused fingers ruthlessly groped her breasts and clawed at her parted, weeping thighs without a shred of hesitation.
Torn between agonizing pain, swallowing shame, and the fierce chemical fire stripping away her last vestiges of self-control, Eun-hye could not even voice a proper sob. Only tears—a bitter mixture of despair and forced ecstasy—streamed endlessly down her pale cheeks.
Eun-hye… No, please, no…
Cheon Su-ryeon shielded her eyes with both hands, her entire frame shuddering. It was a horrific spectacle, too painful to behold. From the mouths of Baek Kang-ho and the gathered high nobility, vulgar laughter and lewd gasps erupted, painting the banquet hall in the colors of a sickening farce.
Yet, in stark contrast to Eun-hye’s fading mind, her body began to respond instinctively to the overwhelming potency of the aphrodisiac. Though she had initially recoiled in sheer disgust, the boiling lust rising within her soon devoured her reason entirely.
Her weeping, slender hand began to move awkwardly. After a moment of desperate hesitation, her fingers finally wrapped around the male slave's rigidly swollen, burning shaft.
What began as a stiff, reluctant grip grew bolder, transitioning into a smooth, practiced stroke as she began to caress and pump him.
Her closed eyelids fluttered and parted slightly. Within her clouded, unfocused gaze, a distinct flame of raw desire flickered to life.
But her thirst did not stop there. Swept away by a tide of intensifying arousal, she finally raised her head and slowly brought her mouth toward his erect flesh.
Amidst the breathless anticipation of the watching nobles, her flushed lips parted to gently envelop the hot mass. A moment later, Eun-hye began to draw him deeper into her mouth.
"Suck... slurp..."
The slow, rhythmic bobbing of her throat sent the nobles' depraved imaginations into overdrive.
A highly satisfied smirk played on Baek Kang-ho’s lips at the success of his "performance." Su-ryeon bit her lip, her mind a chaotic storm of shock and despair.
Any trace of the strong-willed Eun-hye had long since vanished. Only the drug and the raging fire of lust ruled her existence now.
Like a beast stripped of its mind, she clung blindly to the pleasure before her. Her expert tongue-work shattered whatever restraint the male slave had left.
Finally, the man exploded, violently releasing his pent-up seed.
"Ah...! Ahhh...!"
His hot, thick fluid flooded Eun-hye’s mouth. Yet the sheer, abnormal volume of his ejaculation was too much for her small mouth to contain; it overflowed, spilling down her face, neck, and breasts in pale streaks.
Even after emptying himself, the male slave's member remained rigidly erect, twitching with renewed vigor. Panting heavily, he ruthlessly drove himself into Eun-hye’s glistening, wet heat.
A sensation of tearing pain and burning fullness slammed into Eun-hye simultaneously. Without mercy, the man began to pump against her with savage force.
"Ah... it... it hurts..."
Despite her initial cries of pain, Eun-hye instinctively surrendered her body to the pleasure that began to bloom deep within her.
Her disheveled hair whipped wildly with every violent thrust. The lewd cheers and whistles of the nobility heated the banquet hall to a fever pitch. Cheon Su-ryeon turned her head away, desperately covering her ears.
Eun-hye… please, stop…
But within Eun-hye’s fractured mind, only the absolute tyranny of the drug remained. Regardless of her actual will, her body had already plunged deep into the vortex of primal sensation.
As the man's thick, burning shaft drove deeper into her open cleft, she had no strength left to resist.
As the relentless friction continued, Eun-hye’s body burned hotter and hotter. The initial pain gradually dissolved into waves of intense pleasure.
Finally, her entire body seized in a violent spasm of pure ecstasy. A sharp, wanton squeal tore from her parted lips.
"Ahhh...! Harder!!"
From her core, a massive torrent of fluid erupted like a geyser, spraying outward.
The slick, clear fluid coated the space between the man's thick thighs and Eun-hye’s slender legs, dripping down in a messy stream.
"Ah...! Ahhh...!"
Eun-hye thrashed her head, her messy hair flying as she let out a continuous stream of high-pitched, melting moans. The nobles watched, utterly transfixed by the shocking, raw display.
A smile of smug triumph spread across Baek Kang-ho’s face. Cheon Su-ryeon hung her head, pressing her hands even tighter over her ears.
A merciless, brutal pounding shook their lower bodies. Eun-hye writhed in the space between tearing pain and overwhelming ecstasy, her sharp cries growing higher and more desperate.
"Ah...! Ahhh...! It hurts...!"
Soon, Eun-hye’s entire body stiffened with a violent shudder. The final moan that escaped her lips was thin and reedy, but her eyes were completely glazed over with mindless pleasure.
The male slave also bucked his hips frantically, unleashing another hot torrent of semen. The white fluid spraying from his thick tip flooded Eun-hye’s depths, overflowing from her.
From Eun-hye’s stretched opening, a mixture of his seed and her own hot fluids leaked continuously, painting her inner thighs in a sticky, white mess.
"Haaah... ah...! Nnh... ahhh...!"
Eun-hye let out a string of weak, weeping moans, her mind completely gone. Her sweat-soaked hair clung to her face, and her trembling legs shook like fragile twigs.
The nobles were so captivated by the shocking, provocative sight that they barely dared to breathe. Baek Kang-ho smiled with deep satisfaction and slowly began to clap.
*Clap. Clap. Clap.*
The chilling sound of his applause echoed through the banquet hall. Cheon Su-ryeon kept her ears covered, burying her face even deeper.
Eun-hye’s once-toned body was now miserably drenched in the thick, murky fluids of the slave suffering from hyperspermia. Her breath came in ragged gasps, weighed down by the lingering aftershocks of intense pleasure and sheer physical exhaustion.
Yet, perhaps due to the potent aphrodisiac, the male slave seemed far from satisfied. His rigid member continued to twitch with aggressive intent.
Eun-hye despaired at the realization that her healthy, strong body had been reduced to a mere tool for another's gratification. As the man resumed his merciless thrusting, a pained cry escaped her lips.
"Ah...! No, please... stop..."
A tearing pain seemed to pierce her lower body with every single movement.
Yet, despite her words and the fact that her entire body was coated in his seed, her inner walls did not reject his burning flesh.
Even in her agony, her body instinctively twitched in rhythm with his thrusts. The nobles watched the tragic, erotic spectacle in hushed silence, while a sinister grin remained plastered on Baek Kang-ho’s face. Su-ryeon wept, unable to bear the torment of watching any longer.
Sister… please, make it stop…
But the powerful aphrodisiac had already seized complete control of Eun-hye’s mind and body. Her intimate flesh was raw and swollen from the endless friction, her skin glistening with a heavy coat of sticky fluids.
Her glazed eyes no longer seemed to register the pain, entirely lost to the dark abyss of forced physical ecstasy.
"Ah... ahh... ahh..."
The depraved act had already dragged on for well over an hour. The male slave, having ejaculated violently multiple times, was trembling as if pushed past his physical limits.
Though Eun-hye’s flesh grew increasingly raw and bruised under his violent assault, the moans spilling from her lips were indistinguishable from cries of pure pleasure. Her body shuddered in pain, yet simultaneously seized with intense, involuntary tremors.
Sweat beaded along her messy hair, and her flushed face twisted into a complex mask of agony and ecstasy. The nobles swallowed hard, unable to tear their eyes away from the raw, shocking display.
Eventually, a tragic streak of red blood began to mix with the fluids leaking from her. Her ragged breathing slowed, and her muscles twitched from extreme exhaustion. Beside her, the male slave finally collapsed, completely spent, leaving a trail of white residue behind.
Eun-hye had no strength left to hold herself up. Her disheveled hair lay matted in the fluids on the floor, and a grim mixture of blood and semen pooled between her parted thighs. Her once-strong body lay completely still, like a discarded ragdoll.
Baek Kang-ho gestured lazily to Alex, looking bored.
"Alex!"
With practiced efficiency, Alex coldly dragged the two exhausted bodies away as if they were nothing but broken dolls. The nobles erupted into thunderous applause, marking the end of the grotesque, shocking "performance." Smiles of satisfaction and lingering excitement remained plastered on their faces.
Yet, in stark contrast to the cheering crowd, hot tears streamed endlessly down Cheon Su-ryeon’s cheeks.
Her heart felt as though it were tearing apart, haunted by the horrific images she had been forced to witness and crushed by her own utter helplessness. She buried her face in her trembling hands, stifling her sobs.
But amidst the raucous cheers of the high nobility, Baek Jang-mi’s sharp gaze was fixed intently on a single spot.
A peculiar smile played on her crimson lips as she watched Cheon Su-ryeon, who sat with her head bowed and face pale.
Cheon Su-ryeon…
Baek Jang-mi’s eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity, like a predator that had just spotted its prey. She slowly reached up, tracing her finger along her red lips.
The provocative gesture carried a silent, terrifying promise—a warning of the far greater pain and humiliation she intended to inflict upon Su-ryeon in the days to come.
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