Just Let Me Cum! Fuck, Let Me Cum Already!
Time passed.
Yoo Jimin had vanished without a trace. The only one left in the room was Han Seoyeon, bound to the bed like Christ nailed to the cross.
At first, a question formed. She'd left her like this — where the hell had she gone?
Her vision was sealed in darkness behind the blindfold. Her ears overflowed with the unidentifiable moans pouring from the headset. The only sense still tethering her to reality was the faint, slick smell of her own body, drifting up to her nose.
She wanted to hurl curses through the gag clenched between her teeth. All that came out was an unintelligible groan.
That was when it happened.
"Hngh...!"
A powerful vibration punched through her entire body. The vibrating eggs that had gone still roared back to life. Nipples, pussy, asshole — three points trembled in a frenzy at once, lighting up every nerve. A wave of pleasure she'd almost forgotten crashed over her again.
No. This was different from before. The intensity had jumped. This wasn't mere stimulation — it was a violent pleasure, as if something were gouging out the deepest part of her lower belly.
"Mmph! Mmmmph!!!"
Her body arched like a bow of its own accord. She tried to resist, but her bound limbs wouldn't budge. The more she struggled, the deeper and harder the eggs ground against the most sensitive spots along her vaginal walls and the lining of her ass.
The vulgar moans still filled her ears. The sound worked like hypnosis, numbing her reason and stirring her instincts. Her body began to heat up.
It felt filthy. Wrong. Those vulgar moans boring into her ears had been nothing but disgusting and unpleasant at first. The situation itself — being force-fed obscene sounds against her will — was a humiliation.
But as time wore on, something strange began to change.
"Haa... nngh... ah...!"
Every time she heard that woman's voice through the headset — a voice that was practically a scream of ecstasy — her body flinched in response. A tingling heat gathered in her lower belly. The inside of her pussy itched.
She caught herself secretly hoping the dead vibrating eggs would start up again.
She'd lost it. Had she actually gone insane?
Sight and movement sealed away, the only senses she could focus on were hearing and touch. Endless filthy sounds poured into her ears. The aftershocks of vibration lingered across her entire body. Those two senses were the entirety of the world she could feel.
Then something strange happened. Inside her head, the moans in her ears and the sensations in her body began to fuse into one.
"There...! Deeper... fuck me deeper...!"
When the woman in the headset begged like that, her own pussy throbbed as if it were the one craving a dildo.
"Aahh! I'm gonna cum...! I'm cumming...!"
When the woman screamed through her climax, heat bloomed in her lower belly and the premonition of orgasm swept through her whole body.
It was bizarre. This was clearly not her sensation. And yet her body, like an idiot, kept reacting to those sounds and burning hotter.
Han Seoyeon shook her head desperately, trying to throw off that uncanny sense of oneness. But in the darkness and isolation, her mind was sinking deeper and deeper under the dominion of sensation.
That was the moment.
Wiiiiiiing—!
The mechanical whine that had gone silent tore through her eardrums again, and the vibrators that had lain dead-still slammed through her entire body.
"Hngh!"
A sharp current raced up her spine. Caught without warning, her body sprang off the mattress like a drawn bow.
This vibration was different from the last. It wasn't a steady pattern. It would tease her with a whisper-soft tickle, then suddenly seize up in a mad fit and ram her inner walls as if trying to tear them. It would pause just long enough to make her desperate, then shake her hard enough to rattle every bone in her body.
Her pussy prickled and went numb. This wasn't simple vibration. It was as if a living thing were exploring her most sensitive places — persistent, irregular, burrowing in.
And then she understood.
This thirst. This deep, hollow ache. It was the desire to have her pussy fucked. Not by this scrap of machinery — she wanted to be filled by a real cock, hot and hard. A filthy, disgusting instinct.
The fact that she'd even thought that was a terror in itself.
"Mmmph!! Mmmmmph!!!"
A crushed scream burst past the gag. A cry of denial. A shriek thick with self-loathing.
But that scream only flipped a switch. As if answering her cry, the vibration grew even more violent, even more cruel, and began to ravage her.
Her body betrayed her. Even bound, her hips started rocking on their own. She wasn't trying to escape the vibration. She was twisting her waist to meet it, writhing in pleasure.
The other woman's moans still filled her ears, but now they sounded like her own desire. Do it more. Harder. Harder! A hallucination screaming those words.
Ah. Ahh. I'm breaking.
Somewhere beyond Han Seoyeon's consciousness, her last thread of reason was snapping.
Her sense of time melted away.
An hour? Two? Maybe a full day had passed. In the darkness, the unidentifiable moans, the endless waves of vibration, Han Seoyeon's mind was being worn down to nothing.
The most horrific part was the learning. Her body was being perfectly conditioned to this cruel pattern — stopping right at the threshold of climax.
Just as the pleasure climbed to the crown of her head, everything would stop as if it had never existed. All that remained was a sopping-wet pussy and a scorching desire with nowhere to go.
It was like seeing a mirage in the middle of a desert while your throat burned to ash. An oasis that hovered just within reach, then vanished. After that cruel torture of hope repeated itself again and again, her pride wore away to nothing. Only a primal thirst remained.
Wiiiing...
The vibration started again. Softly. So gently. Like a newly hatched larva, the machine tickled her most sensitive flesh.
"Hngh..."
She didn't resist. She couldn't. Instead her hips rocked on their own, searching for a deeper stimulus. Her pussy was already soaked through, fully prepared to receive the next wave of pleasure.
The vibration grew stronger. A triangle of pleasure connecting her pussy, her asshole, and her nipples set her entire body on fire. The moans from the headset tore through her mind as if they were her own voice.
I can cum. This time. Please. Please!
The instant her whole body convulsed and surged toward climax —
Click.
The world stopped.
Silence.
Then the vicious hollowness that followed, and a physical pain born from desire left unfilled.
"Ah..."
She broke. Her last scrap of reason.
She gnawed at the gag in her mouth like a madwoman. Slathered in spit and tears, she worked her tongue and teeth over and over until at last the gag loosened and dropped to the floor with a thud.
What burst from her freed mouth wasn't a curse. It was a pitiful sob.
"Ah... please..."
A hoarse voice echoed through the empty room.
"Please... just take this off...!"
She yanked desperately at her bound limbs, wailing. The leather straps bit into her skin until blood welled up, but she didn't care.
"Hhk... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... I can't, I'm going to lose my mind...!"
She didn't even know what she was saying. The only thing ruling her was the instinct to quench this terrible thirst. A scream begging anyone — anyone at all — to save her from this agony.
The pitiful pleading had already twisted into a rage-filled tantrum. Her body was completely wrecked. For hours — or days, she couldn't tell — this hell of pleasure had gone on. The torture of stopping at the brink of climax. The humiliation of being left soaking wet. And then the cruel stimulation starting all over again.
"Or someone... someone just touch my pussy! Please!"
Reason had evaporated long ago. Only unfulfilled desire remained, gnawing at her mind.
But this hell offered no answer. Only the irregular vibration, the filthy moans in her ears, and the darkness.
And so the night that seemed to have no end finally passed, and a faint light seeped through the crack in the window. Dawn was breaking. The vibration hadn't stopped. Her body still twitched in the waves of pleasure. Her whole body was sticky with the juices and sweat she'd leaked all night.
That was when she heard it.
Click. Click.
A familiar sound of heels in the darkness. Cutting through the moans in the headset, the sound drove itself clearly into her ears.
"How've you been?"
A gentle voice.
It was Yoo Jimin.
She slowly peeled the headset from Han Seoyeon's ears. The sudden silence left Seoyeon dazed for a moment.
"Have any nice dreams last night, Seoyeon?"
Yoo Jimin undid the blindfold covering her face as well.
The light after so long was blinding. Seoyeon blinked again and again. Through her blurred vision, Yoo Jimin's smiling face came into focus. That face looked like a demon — or a savior.