This... I'm Not Getting Pregnant, Am I?
"Mmm..."
A low groan slipped from Lee Dongwoo's throat. There was a reaction.
She felt it — his cock twitching, ever so slightly.
Hope flickered. Yoo Jimin grew bolder. She started using her lips.
With her plump upper and lower lips she gently enveloped the head, applying pressure as she sucked it in. Slurp. Slurp. Her tongue traveled down the shaft. She licked his tightly drawn-up balls as if melting them with her warm breath, took one into her mouth, and rolled it like a piece of candy.
She could see the muscles of his lower abdomen tensing. His cock began to swell, visibly, unmistakably. The sleeping beast was finally waking.
Yoo Jimin returned to his shaft — now a slab of flesh gone hard and radiating heat. Thick veins had risen along the surface, writhing like earthworms. She traced each one with the tip of her tongue. His cock pulsed inside her mouth, throbbing — thump, thump.
It was perfectly ready for her now. She hesitated no longer.
She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed his fully hardened cock down to the root, deep into her throat. Gulp. The hot, massive presence crushed against her esophagus, but she endured it with everything she had. Instead she worked her tongue, caressing the head with the soft flesh at the back of her throat.
She was proving it. Just how excellent a bitch she was. Just how obedient a fleshlight she was.
"Khh... haah..."
Lee Dongwoo drew a ragged breath. Her technique exceeded his expectations. He took hold of Yoo Jimin's hair — gently. It was a master's touch, and it carried the meaning of praise.
"That's enough. You did very well."
"Then shall we begin the next service."
Still lying on the bed, he spread his legs. His eyes were those of a gourmet who had just finished his aperitif and was waiting for the main course.
"I think I need to properly taste that pussy of yours."
At those words, Yoo Jimin's body flinched. She rolled over mechanically and presented everything she had. She spread her legs wide and pushed her ass toward his face.
Her pussy was already soaking wet — juices born of terror, humiliation, and some unidentifiable excitement all tangled together.
Lee Dongwoo inhaled that scent the way a man might savor a wine. Musky, faintly sweet. The smell of a female.
"Hmm. The smell isn't bad."
So saying, he extended his tongue. It touched her soft, warm pussy.
"Hnn... nnh!"
At the unfamiliar sensation, Yoo Jimin's back arched like a bow. This was nothing like when he'd sucked her toes — a direct, explicit stimulation that left no room for denial. His tongue was relentless. He licked each of her soft inner lips in turn, found the clitoris hidden between them, and attacked it the way a bee works a flower for honey.
"Ah! Aaang... hnn...!"
She tried to hold it in. She couldn't. Moans tore out of her. Her body began to tremble violently, and juices sprayed from her pussy like a fountain.
"Shh... we haven't even started yet."
Lee Dongwoo whispered it in a low voice as he lapped up her juices as if they were delicious. Two of his fingers slid into her vagina, then began to stir roughly, scraping at her inner walls.
"I'll find out tonight just how much honey you've got hidden in there."
When his tongue stopped, Yoo Jimin's hips convulsed in a thin, helpless shudder. Every nerve in her body stood on end at the razor-edge of a climax that hadn't quite arrived.
He slowly pulled his face away from her pussy. With his tongue, he licked her juices from his own lips as if savoring them. He closed his eyes for a moment, tasting.
"I've tasted it once before..."
He murmured it quietly.
"But it feels different from last time."
Before? When? The question flashed through Yoo Jimin's mind, and terror came with it.
"Back then it was just... the taste of someone terrified out of her mind. Like water."
Lee Dongwoo buried his nose in her pussy again and breathed in.
"But it's different now. Humiliation, terror, and a bitch's desperate struggle to survive — all mixed together. A very rich flavor."
He whispered it against her ear like a devil.
That single sentence severed the last of her reason.
The moment his tongue licked up her clitoris once more, she let out a moan like a scream and twisted her hips. Her juices gushed as if a dam had burst. Lee Dongwoo lapped up every last drop.
Satisfied, he flipped her over and put her face-down on the bed. Her wet pussy twitched greedily right in front of his eyes.
"I ought to bury my cock nice and deep in that delicious pussy."
He brought his already rock-hard cock to the mouth of her hole.
Lee Dongwoo said nothing. He simply followed his instincts.
He gripped the ass of the prone Yoo Jimin and shoved his cock into her pussy, glistening with juices. Gently at first. Then, soon enough, as roughly as a beast.
The bed creaked. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
"Hhk... ah! Ahhk! Haaunn...!"
Yoo Jimin's body shook helplessly in time with his thrusts. The sensation was closer to pain than pleasure. Her pussy hurt as if it would tear, but she couldn't even scream properly. He bit the nape of her neck and raked his nails down her back. From his body came the smell of sweat mixed with something wild.
This is not an apology, she thought. This is nothing more than a beast devouring its prey.
Hours passed like an eternity.
He changed positions. He laid her on her back and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy was completely opened toward the ceiling.
"Hhk! Ah, ah! It hurts! It hurts!"
For the first time, she voiced the pain. He didn't listen. Instead he shoved his cock even deeper, all the way to the mouth of her womb.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He came. He poured his hot, thick semen into her womb without leaving a drop. But he didn't stop. After catching his breath for a moment, he began to move his hips again. Inside her, the wet sound of his semen mixing with her juices.
A second time. A third. He used her all night long. Whenever she fainted, he slapped her cheek until she woke. Even when her pussy was raw and bleeding, he paid it no mind.
This was the expression of a hatred that had festered for over a decade.
Finally, around dawn — only after pouring his last load of semen into her — did he stop moving. Soaked in sweat, he collapsed beside Yoo Jimin and fell asleep.
Yoo Jimin stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. Her lower abdomen felt heavy, and his semen was flowing endlessly from between her legs.
The night was over. But her hell was only just beginning.
Pale dawn light seeped through the crack in the window. Yoo Jimin was staring at the patterns on the ceiling with empty eyes. After a night of the beast, her body was so wrecked she could no longer even feel it.
From her lower body, something warm and sticky trickled down. The semen he had poured into her all night long. She slowly turned her head and looked between her legs. A white, cloudy liquid was flowing from her ruined pussy, staining the sheets.
The traces of a night of violation. An indelible brand.
The moment she saw it, a thought more terrible than hell itself flashed through her mind.
This... I'm not getting pregnant, am I?
Her heart seemed to plunge through the floor. A fundamental terror of a different dimension from physical pain or humiliation. That monster's seed, growing inside my womb?
The blood in her entire body ran cold.
Without realizing it, she brought her hand to her lower abdomen. It felt heavy. Bloated. A terrible sensation of foreignness, as if a part of him still remained inside her body, writhing.
Her gaze turned to Lee Dongwoo, sleeping peacefully beside her. The beast who had unleashed such violence was nowhere to be seen; there was only a peaceful sleeping face. That peacefulness drove her even more insane.
She couldn't run. She couldn't wash it away. It was already too late. His seed had already burrowed into her deepest place and would be swimming toward her egg.
Now I am no longer a toy for his amusement. I am nothing more than a living womb, meant to bear this monster's offspring.
She let out a silent scream at the new definition that had been imposed upon her.
Yoo Jimin curled in on herself. She wrapped her arms around her belly. Was it a mother's instinct to protect the child — or a last act of resistance, trying to crush the seed in her womb?
The dawn light illuminated her despair.
Meanwhile, Lee Dongwoo sat up, his body pleasantly sore. As if he'd spent the night working out and sweating, he felt refreshed. He looked to the side.
Yoo Jimin was curled up, wrapped in the sheets. She hadn't slept. All night she had been trembling with terror at the seed that might be writhing inside her belly. Her eyes were hollow, bloodshot.
"You're awake?"
Lee Dongwoo said it as if it were nothing — an utterly everyday tone, the way a man might speak to a lover who'd come back from grocery shopping the day before.
"Last night's service wasn't bad. Slept well thanks to you."
He got out of bed and stretched, still naked. The body that had violated her all night was glowing with health in the morning sunlight.
"As a reward, I'll give you a big breakfast. Come out to the living room later."