Master of Anal Acting 2
“A virgin asshole's grip is just killer.”
My praise—well, not exactly praise—made Yuri-na's shoulders twitch. She was still face-down, clutching the bedsheet like she wanted to rip it to shreds. The foreign intrusion and pleasure mixing in her ass must have her all confused as hell. I moved my hips slowly. That signature virgin tightness and iron grip squeezed me. Her inner walls clung to my cock like they were alive, refusing to let go.
“Shells love anal too, but why are you so tense?”
Her back stiffened at my words. She was desperately trying to act normal, like a shell. But her quivering thighs and shallow, rapid breaths betrayed her tension. I deliberately thrust in deeper, rubbing my glans against the depths of her ass.
“Hahk!”
A short moan burst from Yuri-na's lips. Startled, she turned to look at me without thinking. Her mouth was still full of my cum she hadn't swallowed yet. In her surprise, she gulped it down.
“H-huh?!”
Shocked and horrified, she clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. A human reaction. The kind of sound and response a shell wouldn't make—pure, unfiltered human. But I played dumb. Like I could hold back this pleasure anyway.
“Weird. Shells get even more turned on by this. Wait... does it hurt?”
I asked slyly, gripping her plump ass harder. The firm flesh overflowed between my fingers. Yuri-na shook her head side to side. Probably meaning no. But her rigid expression and sweat-slicked back said otherwise.
“Shells moan way sluttier than that... Yuri-na, you aren't human, are you? Biting down and holding it in like that...”
Her body jolted hard at my words. Suddenly, she started shaking her ass like a maniac. Like a bitch in heat—awkward, over-the-top movements.
“Haang... haang... Yes... harder... harder...”
Her voice tone was unnatural too. Like reading from a textbook, forced moans. She was desperately acting like a shell. Clearly terrified I'd figured out her true identity.
Cute.
I smirked and decided to play along with her act. I slammed my hips harder. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room. Every time her ass smacked my thighs, it made a wet, juicy sound.
“Yeah, that's it! Shells love getting pounded like this!”
I spewed even cruder shit on purpose, pushing her further. Yuri-na's shoulders heaved. She was clearly holding back tears. But she kept shaking her ass, forcing out those awkward moans.
“Hmm... if it feels this good, you gotta spout some trashy lines... like a shell would.”
The moment my mutter ended, her lips parted wide.
“Haang... more... fuck me harder... Master...”
Master? Looked like she was starting to see me that way. Her mind must be a mess from the fear and pleasure. Or maybe it was desperate acting to survive. I grabbed her waist and switched positions. I pulled her up and pinned her against the wall. Leaning her back against it, I hoisted one leg over my shoulder.
“Shells love this position too, right?”
Instead of answering, Yuri-na squeezed her eyes shut. I could feel her dreading eye contact. Her leg trembled against me. This angle let me plunge even deeper into her ass. I shoved my cock back in—deeper, harder than before. At the same time, I squeezed her tits with both hands.
“Aaaahk!”
This time, she couldn't hold back a scream. She frantically covered her mouth, but too late.
“See? Not a shell after all. Your acting was way too obvious, Yuri-na.”
I whispered in her ear. Her body went completely rigid. Tears poured from her eyes like a waterfall.
“H-hueuk... h-hic...”
Sobbing leaked from her lips. She couldn't act anymore. The shame and terror as a human had broken her completely.
“Why... why me...”
Her voice was choked with sobs, barely audible.
“Why pretend to be a shell?”
I stroked her wet cheek and asked. She just shook her head instead of answering. Sweet shampoo scent wafted from her messy hair.
“Tell me. There must be a reason.”
I slowly rocked my hips inside her. Her body still reacted sensitively to my stimulation.
“H-hueut... I was scared... you seemed like... my brother-in-law... a psycho...”
She finally opened up. Fear of her brother-in-law, O Nangryun, had turned her into a shell actress.
“What did Nangryun do to you?”
“N-nothing... I was just... scared... living with monsters...”
Her words were jumbled, but sincere. The terror of surviving alone in this hellish world. Despair that even her trusted brother-in-law had become a monster-fucker. That drove her to the shell charade.
“You held up well. You're one tough girl.”
I gently hugged her as she sobbed. Her small frame trembled faintly in my arms. I patted her back, comforting her.
“Hwaaaang... h-hic... h-hic...”
Yuri-na wailed like a child. All her pent-up emotions bursting out at once. I held her quietly until she calmed.
After a long cry, Yuri-na lifted her head. Her face was a tear-streaked mess, but relief shone in her eyes.
“Thank you... oppa...”
She called me 'oppa' for the first time. That shift felt like it tore down the wall between us.
“You can be honest with me now.”
I wiped her tears and said. Yuri-na nodded slowly.
“But... oppa... you're still... inside...”
Her face flushed again. I chuckled and rocked my hips inside her.
“We're not done yet.”
“Haaang~♡”
Now her moans weren't fake. Sweet sounds born from real pleasure. I gripped her waist and thrust deep again.
“Ahk! Oppa... too deep...”
“Don't like it?”
“No... I love it...♡”
She pulled me into a kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our tongues tangled, saliva mixing. A genuine kiss, unlike before. I came inside her ass again. Hot cum filled her depths. She buried her face in my shoulder, panting raggedly.
“Haa... haa...”
We held each other, catching our breath for a while. The room filled only with our heavy breathing and heartbeats.
“That was... my first time. Up there... and down there.”
“I see.”
I whispered calmly into her ear in a low voice, tilting my still-hard cock slightly.
“Eep??”
She reached down to block me, but her arms had no strength. Her soaked pussy gave way easily.
“The important spot was still empty, huh?”
Squelch. I buried myself fully inside, her womb dropping with a thud. Her back arched, head thrown back.
“Haaaaang~!!!”
“All your holes are mine now.”
“O-oppa... oppa~♡”
Yuri-na's long arms coiled around my neck.
# # #
Yuri-na's eyelashes fluttered as she lay passed out. I'd creampied her pussy so much she blacked out from pleasure. She was coming back to her senses now.
I knew why she'd suddenly dropped the act.
[Betray those who trust you and plunge them into despair.]
[Corrupt pitiful souls with fear.]
📍 A quest given to all T-16 survivors except you.
Once she realized I was a survivor, she wanted a deep connection with me. Just like Supervisor U Mi-young, Yuri-na was acting to betray me.
Predicted betrayal, huh...
But I hate betrayal. That's why I bolted from Jin Sun-mi and the threesome with U Mi-young like my ass was on fire.
I left the fainted Yuri-na and stepped out of Nangryun's house. She'd wake up dependent on me, putting on a tearful anal show. I could already picture the affection offensive built on premeditated betrayal.
More importantly, the phone number saved in Yuri-jin's phone.
Beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep-beep.
I dialed the number from Yuri-jin's phone.
- Hello?
“Yo, you fucker. I'm in this shitty hell world too, asshole.”
A brief silence. Then roaring laughter.
- Wahahahaha! Kyakyakya! Kuhahaha! Park Woojin! You fucker, you made it too!!!
O Nangryun's refreshing voice boomed through the receiver. He laughed his ass off—my voice must've made his day.
Finally, he stopped and asked me.
- Woojin, you fuck. If you quest me, you're fucked, man.
“Kyakyakya. That's my line, you dog. Ah, I think I already did. Fucked your sister-in-law. Counts as betrayal, right?”
- Good job. They're shells anyway. Just take her. Didn't fuck my wife, did ya?
“Not cool to touch the ex, man.”
- Fuck that. I love NTR, so all my girls are yours. I prefer fucking monsters anyway.
O Nangryun laughed cheerfully. The bastard was dead serious.
“But your sister-in-law Yuri-na's a survivor.”
- Whoa... for real? Fuck, that bitch quested me? I trusted her ass.
“You didn't notice her shitty acting?”
- No clue, man.
“Kukku. Where you at? Note says you're looking for Go A-hee.”
- At the broadcasting station now. Hunting Go A-hee... You like Yu Hina, right? Want her? Found her.
“Yu Hina??”
- Yeah. Some survivor fucker was balls-deep in her shell, so I snatched her.
“Nah. Pretty face, but flat chest. Not fuck material. And my harem's overflowing.”
- Classic Park Woojin. Knew you'd say that. I'll take her then?
“Deal.”
- Woojin, I can handle fire like you now~!
“What? That's wild. You got powers?”
- Jealous of your flames, but now I can lob fireballs too, man.
“Kukukuku. Don't copy me, punk. I've gotten way stronger.”
- Knew it! You tossing fireballs now too?
“Yeah. Fire shields, summons too.”
- Whoa... summons? Fucking badass! But!! I'm strong as hell now too. Grab Go A-hee and head to your place. Cook up. I'll spill my secret over food.
“Nangryun, you know I hate riddles. Spill it. What?”
- Ah, sorry sorry.
O Nangryun chuckled. He knew I hated beating around the bush. Nangryun and I were beyond friends—family. Total trust.
- I'm Belphegor's successor now. Old man took a real shine to me.
“What? That's why the powers? You're T-16's demon king now?”
- What? You know Tartarus dimensions too? Not king, successor. Just stupid strong. But how do you know Tartarus?
“Turns out I'm a demon hunter who slays demon kings.”
- Bullshit.
“You ever seen me lie?”
- No... wait... you're Van Helsing?
“The dad I've been looking for.”
I could picture O Nangryun's shocked face.
- I see... Dad wasn't a demon... he was Van Helsing. Whoa, chills, man.
“I got chills when you said Belphegor successor.”
- Whoa... Old Belphegor warned about Van Helsing and demon hunters. That was you. Kyakyakya. Gotta watch out for you?
“Scared?”
- Fuck no. Hilarious. Shit, us two could conquer hell dimensions. Smash Baal and our world's saved.
“You knew Belphegor too? Baal prepping invasion.”
- Yeah, dumped it on me and bailed. Old fart. Help me out, man. Gonna fight Baal.
I never imagined this convo with Nangryun. Fighting Baal together... my heart pounded, blood boiling.
“Deal! We'll crush that Baal fucker together. And I know how to get back to T-12 hell... our old world.”
- Kukukuku. Fuck, we spilled all the big shit over phone without even seeing each other.
“We don't drag shit out.”
- True. But I like T-16 hell better. No plans to go back.
“Same, this place is fucking paradise.”
- Exactly!!
“Gotta go back to T-12 for revenge prep, but I'll bounce between here and there.”
- When you heading back?
“Came back 'cause I was worried about you... Confirmed you're safe—not just safe, demon king level. Fuck.”
- Not king, man. Stick around two more days. Get Go A-hee and rush to your place. Call ya. Cool?
“Yeah, fuck. No rush. Gonna chill a week. Find her and call. I'll prep food proper before you come.”
- Looking forward to Chef Park's grub! See ya soon! Oh... watch survivors. They're bloodthirsty for quests.
“That betrayal one? Fear and whatever?”
- Yeah.
“No quest authority? Scrap this betrayal bullshit. Convince Belphegor.”
- Sadly no. Once I ascend to demon king, I'll nuke all this betrayer crap. Old man's lost it, no contact.
“Kuku.”
What O Nangryun and I hated most—pathologically. Betrayal. Only those who've been stabbed in the back get it. Our shared code, just from seeing each other's faces. Joy.