Gu Mirae's Circumstances 2
In the hotel room, I trembled as I stared at Assistant Manager Park Woojin's massive cock. I had no idea how turned on I'd gotten sucking him off in that café. My body was already craving to be abused by his dick. But I couldn't let it show. If Assistant Manager Park Woojin found out I was a true masochistic pervert, he'd be disappointed.
"Ah... it hurts... please go slow..."
It was a lie. My body had already been conditioned by Ra Seung-geon's violence. A body that turned pain into pleasure. I wanted to scream for him to go harder, more brutally, but I held it back.
Assistant Manager Park Woojin started entering me carefully. As his thick cock spread my vaginal walls and burrowed in, I nearly screamed in ecstasy. But I had to pretend it hurt.
"Ugh... uwaa..."
In reality, it felt so good. It was different from the pleasure I'd felt transforming into a succubus... a full, stuffed sensation that dominated my entire body. The moment the stretching pain in my walls turned to bliss, I almost blacked out.
Harder... harder, please...
But my mouth said something else.
"Ah... it hurts... you're too big..."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin looked at me with a worried expression. I appreciated his kindness, but my body wanted something else.
Choke me... spank my ass... punch my stomach...
But I could never say that. Instead, I kept up the act of the innocent newlywed.
"Pl... please go little by little..."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin began moving slowly. Every time his cock plunged into my depths, my whole body shuddered. But I kept pretending it hurt, acting scared.
"Ah... ah... it feels weird... my body's acting strange..."
The truth was, it felt amazing. A pleasure on another level from getting beaten by Ra Seung-geon was numbing my brain. Especially when his cock nudged my cervix—I nearly passed out.
Through my thin lower belly skin, the outline of Assistant Manager Park Woojin's huge rod was visible.
Deeper... deeper... stab my womb... tear open my belly with your cock!!
But my mouth said something else.
"Y-You're... too deep... it's scary... m-my belly's gonna get pierced?"
"Was I too rough? Sorry."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin moved even more gently. I appreciated his consideration, but my body was at its limit. It craved more intense stimulation.
"Ah... ah... harder... it's too weak..."
Finally, the honest words slipped out. Assistant Manager Park Woojin looked shocked, but I quickly made an excuse.
"Ah... no... I just... it feels weird..."
But my body was already out of control. Every time his cock grazed my G-spot, my whole body convulsed.
"Ugh... uwaa... there... right there, it feels good..."
Hit me... choke me... harder...
But I could never say that.
"I-It feels weird... my body's weird... something's coming..."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin started moving more intensely. Every plunge into my depths nearly made me faint.
"Mirae-ssi, tell me if it's too much. I'll go slower."
I shook my head vigorously and clamped down on Assistant Manager Park Woojin's waist. A real pleasure I'd never felt from Ra Seung-geon's violence dominated my body. But I couldn't let him find out I was a masochist.
Punch my stomach... spank my ass hard... choke me...
I suppressed those perverted desires.
"Ah... ah... I-I'm... I'm gonna cum..."
Finally, climax approached. An intense orgasm swept through me, worlds apart from the pleasure of getting punched by Ra Seung-geon.
"Uwaaaah... it feels weird... so weird..."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin gave his final spurt. The moment his hot semen flooded my womb, I lost my mind completely.
"Ah... ah... it's hot... something's coming in..."
Tear my pussy apart!!
But I could never say that. A true masochist who felt pain as pleasure. But I absolutely couldn't let that fact slip.
On the way back to the company, I walked hand-in-hand with Assistant Manager Park Woojin, like lovers. Only now did I realize it. The way I'd lived enduring Ra Seung-geon was all wrong. A foolish life conditioned by violence. Maybe it was my personality that couldn't say no.
Looking up at the reliable Assistant Manager Park Woojin beside me, I moved my lips.
"Ra Seung-geon will never agree to a divorce... but today, I'll find the courage. I don't want to live like a doll anymore."
Assistant Manager Park Woojin squeezed my hand tightly. My heart felt at ease. His earlier words kept echoing in my mind.
— Just... lean on me and catch your breath. Empty your mind.
With that one warm sentence, something heavy—like decade-old heartburn—melted away from my chest. And through his sweet sex, I was convinced. The guilt of adultery, the betrayal of my husband, the self-loathing. Amid that whirlwind of emotions, Assistant Manager Park Woojin was my one lighthouse, my sanctuary.
My family had fallen apart due to my mother's affair. My father was always drunk, the home as precarious as shattered glass. In my hazy childhood memories, whenever he drank, he'd torment me with incomprehensible words: "I raised you by suckling you off," "Your mom was a whore who ran off right after having you."
My stepmother, who came after my father remarried, treated me like her own mother, but couldn't fill the deep void and anxiety in my heart. I always lived in fear of being abandoned, acting the perfect daughter, the good daughter.
'Dad... my boyfriend's a doctor. Let's get married.'
When I said I was marrying a doctor, how happy my dad had been. Even the night before the wedding, he held my hand and earnestly begged me never to divorce. He forced me to promise not to betray the family like my birth mom.
Yeah... marriage means compromising and enduring. That's why I'd endured. I didn't want to become like my neglectful, wandering mother.
But Ra Seung-geon's abuse crept into my life slyly, persistently—like slowly boiling a frog. I felt my soul dying bit by bit, yet adapted to his violence. No, at some point, I even enjoyed it without realizing.
Back then, I didn't know the joy of penetrative sex... It was natural for my pussy juices to flow when getting punched in the gut. Why hadn't I realized something was wrong? Now I knew—I'd been thoroughly gaslit and trained by Ra Seung-geon.
"Dad... I did my best... but I don't think I can keep that promise."
I whispered softly to steel myself.
The first sex with Assistant Manager Park Woojin due to mana overload. The pleasure I'd felt, his warm semen filling my womb. My body, inheriting my mother's blood... addicted to pleasure, it had turned into a lewd succubus from the mana surge.
I still couldn't forget the vivid sensation of that cock from back then. My transforming succubus form. That lewd self—and he'd embraced it all in our first union. It was the scene I'd always dreamed of, but twisted. Not climaxing from Ra Seung-geon's gut punches... but from Assistant Manager Park Woojin's creampie and deep thrusts battering my insides felt even better.
Yeah... Ra Seung-geon was just a stand-in for Assistant Manager Park Woojin.
His eyes resembled Assistant Manager Park Woojin's, that's why I'd married him...
But it was adultery. A married woman panting on another man's cock... it was definitely adultery. Panting on another man's dick as a married woman... I felt disgust toward myself. Like walking the same path as my pleasure-mad mother who abandoned the family. Genetic? Inherited lust...
— How about leaning on me to catch your breath? You think we're committing adultery? It's treatment. Treating your transformation into a demon... why be ashamed?
But only I thought it was adultery. Assistant Manager Park Woojin was... saving me. The pervert I'd become... the one warped by abuse...
My marriage was torture defined by abuse...
Crushed by Ra Seung-geon's gaslighting, I realized the truth too late. Assistant Manager Park Woojin had been healing me all along. I realized he'd been mending my wounds.
When I could breathe easy... nestled in Assistant Manager Park Woojin's arms... it was like Vicks VapoRub clearing my nostrils.
I reflected on my marriage. I'd clearly told my husband Ra Seung-geon before marriage that I wouldn't have sex. He knew and married me anyway. Because Ra Seung-geon had no interest in sex. Instead, he asked for help with his twisted hobby.
It started soft: whips and candle wax. Packaged as "love play," it was one-sided violence. When I trembled in pain, Ra Seung-geon would smile satisfied and whisper,
"Mirae-ya, you actually like this. I'm drawing out the bitch hidden inside you."
I took the drugs he gave me. Ate the awakening fruits he provided. And gained hunter powers. My acquired hunter ability was body reinforcement—rapid recovery from any injury.
Meanwhile, the stimulation escalated. Soft whips became leather ones. Spanking tools on my ass sprouted thorns. Eventually, I got used to squirting from gut punches. Adapted to Ra Seung-geon's gaslighting.
Ra Seung-geon used his telekinesis to beat and condition me with violence. He'd levitate me in the air, ravaging my body with invisible hands. The whip slicing through empty air, the pain as it struck my flesh. And the bizarre heat blooming in its wake.
A manufactured masochist. I'd been trained into Ra Seung-geon's masochist doll. No sexual contact, but I moved at his will—his masochist puppet. Wearing what he told me to, playing hunter games—it was all his design.
Conditioned by violence, trained by Ra Seung-geon... gradually corrupted, turned pervert... that was the current me.
"I'll divorce him. Even if Ra Seung-geon blackmails me with videos... I'll definitely divorce."
I vowed to myself over and over. I knew a fist would fly the moment I said it, so I'd prepared recordings and scouted lawyers.
"If Assistant Manager Park Woojin finds out I'm a masochist... will he be disappointed?"
That was my bigger worry now. I wanted to beg for gut kicks. Scream for him to tear my belly with his cock buried in my ass.
"I have to hide that I'm a masochist... I'll just be happy as Assistant Manager Park Woojin's cocksleeve."
I steeled myself. I feared he'd discard me mercilessly if he learned I was a true pervert who felt pain as pleasure.
"What a fucking spectacle... shit."
Just hearing Jejeop describe it made my blood boil and my stomach churn. I immediately sent Shan to Gu Mirae's house. Through Shan's eyes hidden in the shadows, I meticulously scanned her place.
The secret room. Press the doorbell on the house painted in the large landscape over the living room, and a hidden door opens.
Rumble rumble rumble—
About 9 pyeong in size, with just a bed and sofa—it could've been a couple's bedroom. But seeing the torture tools inside made me click my tongue.
Wooden pony, thorned spanking paddle, spiked whip...
"Fuck... this isn't SM, it's medieval torture."
Every truth Shan uncovered about what Gu Mirae hid made my body tremble. The countless scar memories etched on her small frame. Ra Seung-geon, that bastard, was a demon in human skin.
To turn a sweet girl who enjoyed BL novels... into this.
My rage toward Ra Seung-geon exceeded my limits. Gu Mirae had been fully remade into a masochist. The wall had a 90-inch TV looping scenes of her being abused. Watching her own torture, reliving the memories to be tortured again... visual, auditory, reminder-based—neuroscience-horrific brainwashing.
It showed how big a villain a doctor violating ethics could be.
Watching Gu Mirae's torture through Shan's eyes gave me a headache. The violence's intensity was beyond imagination, bringing tears to my eyes.
"Insane... using an A-rank hunter's body reinforcement for torture?"
Gu Mirae, screaming in agony from pain, soon began enjoying it.
"This cute... sweet... girl... how dare he... dare..."
I donned my white mask 'Breathe'. If I didn't rip Ra Seung-geon apart right now, my fury wouldn't subside. Like with President Kim Myeon-hyeong, I planned social annihilation—step by step.
Gu Mirae's darkening expression after marriage... even the reason Baal's succubus lurked in her depths. She kept signaling me. Save me... help me live.
I nodded as I listened to Jejeop's advice. A revenge more satisfying and crueler than simple death. That was the perfect end for Ra Seung-geon.