The Reward Blowjob
The violent shock that punched through her cervix, and the pain that came with it, lay so far beyond anything Yoo Jimin could endure that her body simply gave out.
As the convulsions wracking her from head to toe began to ebb, her consciousness sank, limp and helpless, into a deep and lightless abyss. The last things she felt were the pain in her lower belly, burning as if it had been set on fire, and the foreign bulk still occupying the deepest part of her. Then came a despair so total it seemed to swallow the world. That was how she went under — in the brutal rupture of her first time.
Lee Dongwoo looked down at Yoo Jimin, limp and utterly still. Between her legs was a filthy wreck of red blood, cloudy fluid, and his own semen, all of it smeared together. A raw, metallic stink hung in the room. He did not care. If anything, surveying the wreckage of his conquest seemed to leave him with a faint, private satisfaction.
He confirmed she was unconscious. He did not pull out. For a while he simply stayed there, leaving his mark inside her ruined body, savoring the feel of it.
How much time passed, she could not have said. A thin moan escaped her, and Yoo Jimin's eyelids began to flutter. Her tightly shut eyes opened — very slowly, with enormous effort. Unfocused pupils wandered through empty air for a moment before they finally, dimly, registered the shape of Lee Dongwoo looking down at her.
"Nn… nn…"
The instant consciousness returned, a hideous pain crashed through her in waves, as if her whole body were being run through. Her lower belly and the space between her legs burned worst of all. And underneath that, still, the foreign presence lodged deep inside her. She struggled to assemble the shattered pieces — what state she was in, what had just been done to her.
Only when he was sure she was awake did Lee Dongwoo begin, slowly, to withdraw. A wet, slick sound accompanied the emergence of his shaft, glazed in blood and fluid. It was still flushed and swollen with the last of his erection, her virgin blood and her own fluids clinging to it in sticky strands.
He took his eyes off Yoo Jimin, crumpled on the floor in agony, and walked unhurriedly toward her face. He stopped directly in front of her and, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, held his filthy cock up into her line of sight.
"Now that you're awake, it's time to start cleaning."
Cleaning. The word landed in her ear, and Yoo Jimin understood its meaning on instinct. Her gaze dropped. There it was in his hand — a man's cock, streaked with her own blood and fluids. And behind it, his ice-cold order. This was how the price of offering up her body would be collected.
"Time to start cleaning."
Lee Dongwoo's voice struck her eardrums, flat and cold. Cleaning. The repulsive thing glistening in front of her — her blood, her fluids, a man's semen — had been pushed into her face. A brain numb with pain and humiliation managed, barely, to decode what he wanted. Her body would not move. She knew she had to do as she was told. Instinctive revulsion, and the last scrap of dignity she still possessed, refused.
How long she sat there staring, she did not know. When she gave him nothing, Lee Dongwoo's brow tightened a fraction. The cock in his hand twitched once, irritably, and bumped against her lips. At that filthy contact, Yoo Jimin's shoulders jerked.
I don't want this…
Her mouth had gone bone-dry. The rank, bloody smell punched up into her sinuses. He wanted that in her mouth? It was more hideous, more degrading, than any torture she had already been put through. But if she refused…? She hesitated. Somewhere in the back of her mind a very faint spark of rage seemed to catch.
What if she just bit down? What if she set her teeth and tore this disgusting thing off him? For a single instant the impulse reared up — to pay him back for the pain, to pay him back worse.
It went cold in the space of a blink. She remembered. The overwhelming strength that had crushed her feeble resistance as if it were nothing. The cruelty with which he had torn through her hymen. The ice in his eyes as he looked down at her writhing.
This bastard… he's not someone I can touch.
The realization dumped ice water through her skull. If she bared her teeth now, on a flicker of anger, a retaliation she could not even imagine would follow. She would not escape this hell. She would only fall further into it.
She had to survive. However she could. For now, the smart move was not to get on his nerves. Survive. Wait for another opening. It was the only choice she had, and the best one. Not surrender — cold calculation. Very slowly, she parted her dry lips.
Silent obedience. She endured the nauseating smell coming off the cock in front of her and carefully lowered her head. And at last she took his filthy thing into her mouth. A salty, metallic taste. A sticky, slippery texture wrapping her tongue. Bile surged up her throat; she fought it down with everything she had. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was her choice. The most humiliating choice she could make, if she wanted to live.
The foreign bulk filling her mouth. The salty, bloody taste. A texture that was smooth and yet hard, ridged with veins she could feel against her tongue. Yoo Jimin clenched every muscle she had to keep from gagging. It was the first time in her life. She had never had a man's cock in her mouth.
As the streamer Uni, she had tossed out every kind of sex joke, every line designed to put filthy pictures in her viewers' heads — but her actual experience was a blank page. The thing she would have wrinkled her nose at if she had glimpsed it by accident on the street, she now had in her mouth, still wet with her own blood and fluids. To stay alive.
I have to… do this…
There was no other option. Feeling the cool column of his cock inside her dry lips, she tried, very carefully, to move her tongue. She had no idea how. She groped for scenes from movies, from dramas, and found nothing — her mind was a white, empty room. All she could do was act on instinct, wrapping the shaft with her lips and tongue the way a baby works at a nipple, and making small, uncertain motions up and down.
It was pitiful. It was also faintly ridiculous. There was nothing sensual in the clumsy movement. If anything, the look on her face — the awkwardness, the undisguised disgust she could not hide — was enough to make even a spectator wince. The muscles around her mouth were locked rigid from the effort of keeping her teeth off him. Her motion was as stiff as a machine.
"Kh—"
Looking down at her, Lee Dongwoo could not hold the laugh in. It started as a low snort. It turned, almost immediately, into open, mocking laughter.
"Puhaha! What the hell is this? Are you trying to suck it, or are you just gonna sit there holding it in your mouth?"
He did not look pleased. He looked incredulous — or perhaps simply disgusted — as he pointed out the incompetence of her tongue.
"Hey. On stream you act like you could have a dozen guys wrapped around your finger, but this? You're a complete amateur. Huh?"
He grabbed a fistful of the hair of the girl who had his cock in her mouth and gave her head a rough little shake.
"You playing around? Can't you do this right?"
"Mmph—!"
Shaken by the hair, she felt him push deeper, and the gag reflex came surging back. Tears welled in her eyes again — grief, shame, and a raw despair at her own uselessness. She did not want to be good at this. The terror of what he might do if she wasn't good at it squeezed her even tighter. Her body would not obey. All she could do was kneel there weeping, holding him in her mouth with desperate clumsiness while he laughed at her.
What she got in return was his irritated voice and the rough hand yanking her hair. Her jaw ached. Her throat kept convulsing. Tears and spit ran together down her chin.
In the end, her first blowjob sputtered out without giving him a shred of satisfaction. As if he could not stand another second of it — or as if he had simply stopped expecting anything — Lee Dongwoo pulled himself out of her mouth with a rough tug. His cock still gleamed with her blood and fluids, but the tight erection from before was gone. If anything, it looked slightly wilted.
"Hah… unbelievable."
Lee Dongwoo exhaled and looked down at himself. The disgusting fluids were still on him. He did not care. He wiped them off with a careless pass of his hand, then looked at Yoo Jimin — still sprawled on the floor, still sniffling — as if she were a piece of junk that had failed inspection.
"Hey."
His voice had dropped lower than before, thick with irritation.
"And this is supposed to be a reward?"
"…"
Yoo Jimin could not speak. She could only sob.
"That sorry tongue of yours doesn't do a damn thing for me. Got it?"
He went on, snapping the words out.
"I tell you to suck it and all you do is sit there mouthing at it."
He clicked his tongue the way a teacher deals with a hopeless student, or a craftsman blames a tool that will not work.
Study. The word carried a different kind of dread from the education that had come before it. She could not begin to guess what new and terrible methods he would use to train her next.
Lee Dongwoo fell silent for a moment, as if deciding what to do with her. Then he opened his mouth, the decision made. Whatever he told her to do next was going to be worse.