Master of Fake Acting 1
Yuri-na was riding high as a cheerleader for the LS Tigers. One day, while preparing to head to Taiwan after being scouted, she woke up to find the world had changed. Her beloved older sister had turned into a monster, and her always-kind brother-in-law had become one too. Everyone around her was a monster. Taiwan was the same. The entire world had become monsters.
In this world where everyone was a monster, Yuri-na accidentally discovered that mimicking the Joker Smile kept her safe. While fleeing from monsters, she remembered a safe haven: her sister's house, a detached single-family home isolated from the city. No contact with the outside, no bumping into other monsters. With solar panels for electricity, it was a prime spot for survival post-apocalypse. So Yuri-na made her way there.
It was heartbreaking that her sister and brother-in-law had become monsters. She locked the pair, repeating their mindless actions, in the bedroom. And so began her bizarre cohabitation with her monstrous family.
Living safely in this remote house with no human traffic was possible. It was cut off from the outside—a fortress, really. But her supplies eventually ran out. No pads left, so she drove her brother-in-law's car to shop and returned. That day, the monster who was her brother-in-law started acting strangely. No—he seemed to have turned human again.
Exhausted from scavenging, she came home to find her brother-in-law and sister fucking in the living room. Yuri-na pretended to be a monster to assess the situation... and ended up fucking her brother-in-law.
The moment she crossed that forbidden line, she awoke to the pleasure of taboo. Cheating with her sister's husband! The illicit bedding flooded her brain with dopamine. The thrill of breaking ethics brought her first-ever orgasm. Followed by crushing guilt. Her body trembled with remorse toward her most beloved sister, Yuri-jin.
Her brother-in-law was definitely human again. She didn't know what happened... but she'd already fucked him. Yuri-na was too scared to reveal she was human. She couldn't forgive herself for panting over his cock in ecstasy. She didn't want him knowing she was sane. It'd make her look like a sex-crazed slut. And the guilt toward her sister was massive.
So she kept up the monster act. Thus began the bizarre cohabitation. Living with her brother-in-law and sister while pretending to be a monster. The problem was... he got weirder. He stopped demanding sex and locked her and her sister in the bedroom. He went into the fog, brought monsters home, and studied them. That routine continued.
As horrific monsters filled the house, she had to amp up her monster act. The place swarmed with them. 'I'm a monster too...' She had to hypnotize herself or survival was impossible.
...Her brother-in-law was a total monster fucker. A pervert who preferred monsters over humans. Yuri-na feared this twisted man. But surviving alone outside terrified her too. He kept providing food. So she kept pretending.
One day, he drove off somewhere. Freed from suffocating terror, Yuri-na felt liberation. He'd finally left. The house was hers again. Her fortress.
She locked the scariest mannequin monster in a room, the Frankenstein one too. Now she could breathe. She guzzled wine, devoured whatever she craved. The living room still displayed gruesome monsters, but they weren't threats—their teeth pulled, harmless. She even pitied them.
Then one day, the doorbell rang. Tipsy, she mindlessly opened the gate. Nightmare reignited.
Park Woojin, the famous chef and her brother-in-law's best friend, showed up. He knew the door code, let himself in. Another psycho. He fucked the monsters her brother-in-law collected one after another, then lay on the bed. Yuri-na kept up her monster act. Problem: her bladder was bursting. Monsters piss standing, right? Logical. She pissed right there.
Her face burned with shame, but she gritted her teeth, kept her expression neutral. Then Chef Park Woojin peeked out, whispering in her ear.
"Your face is flushing. You're human, right, Yuri-na? It's bro. Park Woojin, Nangryun's friend."
Couldn't admit it after pissing herself standing. She clenched her teeth, kept acting. Yeah, Yuri-na! You got this. You've nailed the monster act so far.
Yuri-na stared at Chef Park Woojin with lifeless eyes, flashing a Joker Smile.
Shells go to the bathroom when they need to piss. Basic brain function. They don't hold it and piss standing. And even if they do, they don't blush or feel shame. Shells can't feel shame.
I clocked that Nangryun's sister-in-law, Yuri-na, was human. Her face flushed, breathing pattern shifted. She was gritting her teeth, pretending to be a shell demon right now.
'Why??'
Reason probably... she sees me as a lunatic. Fucked a lower-body monster right away. No way she thinks I'm normal. She's scared of me.
I got up, moved closer to Yuri-na. Maybe make her admit she's human, have a chat.
"Your face is flushing. You're human, right, Yuri-na? It's bro. Park Woojin, Nangryun's friend."
She desperately clung to blankness, but her heaving chest and quivering lashes betrayed her.
I gently grabbed her chin, turned her face to me. Grabbing the chin auto-opens the mouth.
Her plump, ripe-fruit lips soft and red. She gaped wide, insisting she wasn't human.
"What? I thought you were human..."
Relief flashed in her eyes at my mutter. I groped her wet, squishy tongue wildly. Rubbed her pink gums freely—saliva glands burst, drool dripping.
But she held out. Lifeless eyes emphasizing she wasn't human.
Groping a woman's open mouth felt novel. Especially a pretty cheerleader faking monster.
I grabbed her tongue, pulled it out slightly. Ahegao-esque face. Snapped a pic with my smartphone.
"Damn, gotta post this humiliating pic of cheerleader Yuri-na online."
Her face—now ears—crimson, but still shell-acting. Drool pooled on her tongue tip, dribbling down.
"Something's off. Tongues out, they should suck dick right away... Human holding out?"
Instantly, she dropped to her knees, took my cock in her mouth. Naked bodies, instant deepthroat.
Slurp. Slurrrp. Shluuuurp.
She sucked so desperately it was pitiful. Still trembling, but committed to the act.
'Why go this far?'
Her slender back heaved. Toned cheerleader bod, but fragile now. Why fake shell so hard if human? Curious.
Beyond that, her cocksucking was pro-level.
"Weird shell. No waralla while sucking."
Words out, "Warallarallarallarallala!" Tongue motored like crazy.
Snort-laugh almost escaped; pinched thigh to hold it. How far would she go?
Post-waralla, her suck leveled to S-rank. Lips mashing, tongue circling my glans pit. Her breath tickled my lower abs.
I lightly stroked her head, savoring the service.
"Yeah, good girl."
Toes clenched, holding ejaculation. Watching her fake acting surged conquest lust and dopamine.
Slurrrp. Slurp. Shluuuurp.
Jaw tiring? Suction weakening. Even sucking ice cream nonstop drains energy. Let alone my monster cock—jaw-dropping agony. Waralla nonstop too.
Lashes quivering. Overwhelmed, hands swapping on shaft. More glans licks—jaw at limit. Forced deep, jaw slack, barely tongue swirl. No more vacuum fellatio that wowed me.
"Hmm... weird. Shells vacuum-fellate over an hour... Strength fading? Imagination? Nah, not human?"
My words dropped; "Chweeb chweeb!" cheeks caved.
Glans soaked in renewed vacuum. Head bobbing furiously.
"Warallarallala!" So exhausted, waralla from mouth, not tongue.
Harder holding laughter than this. Pinched thigh again.
"Mmm... yeah, shell demons suck dick like pros... Wonder if they swallow cum good?"
Shook her shoulder lightly. She flinched, eyes opening. Met mine—pupils shook, then blank.
Hey! Your shell act's trash! Cringe city!
I flashed Joker Smile; she mechanically copied. Sucking deep, exhaustion obvious. Dark circles to jaw.
Pity her?
"Cumming..."
She jolted. Relief flashed—alive.
Grabbed her head, thrust hips long.
"Guuub!"
Deepthroat, airway blocked. Gagging, clawing my ass for leverage.
"Guuub... guub!"
Writhing in agony, but I didn't stop.
"Huh? Weird. Shells take this easy."
Tears streamed. Throat gaped, perfect throat-pussy. Face red, choking suffering.
"Fucking dying. Shell demons best!"
Bliss hit; unleashed cum pooled at glans.
Spurt spurt spuuuurt!!
Erupting semen backflowed her nose, splattering face. Tears streaming, she panted, snot and tears flowing.
"Fuck... goddamn good."
Her tears kept dropping. Deepthroat pain plus human self-loathing, probably.
"What? Why's shell demon crying? Imagination?"
Crying Yuri-na looked up, grinned through cum mess. Slight guilt at her strained smile. Eyes bloodshot red. Who held a knife to fake shell?
I Joker Smiled back.
"Weird. Shells usually doggy after mouth-pussy, waiting to get fucked... Different reaction."
Kngh. Sigh?
My words done, she dropped to all fours, ass up.
Courteously spread her clenched crack wide. Shame hole exposed—nape flushed.
Couldn't bear humiliation.
Grabbed slim waist, eased glans in slow. Sorry, virgin asshole targeted!
Felt wrong hole pressure, she twitched. Flesh syringe invading ass. Scared of my cock, crawled forward—but waist gripped, surrendered, head down.
Resigned now. Pity flickered... nuh-uh?
"Ass grip kills, as always."
Squelch—slow into tight hole. Her virgin ass. First mouth, first ass.
She clutched sheets like wringing. Novel pressure maybe. Ass high, enduring dull pain.
"Hup!"
Gut-pushing entry drew weird noise; she clamped mouth. Thought I missed? Relaxed, matched my thrusts.
"Yeah... shells fuck nice."
Smacked ass. Hole clenched hard. Turned her face, click! smartphone snap. Pleasure-warped face captured.
"Oh fuck. Cheerleader Yuri-na doggy shame shot. Perfection."
Panic flashed, but blank act continued.
So. Nuh-uh?