Waking Up With a Massive Cock, But the Situation Is Straight From Hell?
I greeted the void with a nervous chuckle.
“Hello… hehe.”
“I’m the protagonist of this batshit insane story.”
“My name is Seo Yun-seo… a lifelong single engineering student. Hehehe.”
“…What? Oh, yes…”
“You’re asking why the main character of a total trash, gut-wrenching novel is acting so bright and cheerful?”
“Because if I don’t keep it together like this, my mental state is going to completely collapse. Hehe.”
“Anyway, I’m about to start my fucking debugging log… I mean, my story. You guys are all seated and ready, right?”
“Huh? …What do you mean? You’d better be prepared—whether that means wearing a diaper, keeping spare underwear handy, or just bracing yourself to piss your pants!”
“………”
“Well… do whatever you want.”
“Then let’s begin.”
Blood.
Sweat.
Cum.
Blood~ Sweat~ Cum~
Rain poured over the Seoul city streets.
11:47 p.m.
My name is Seo Yun-seo.
I was walking briskly along the sidewalk without an umbrella.
My gaze stayed glued to my smartphone screen, completely forgetting the rain soaking me.
On the screen, a small-time history YouTuber with only ten thousand subscribers was excitedly rambling about the scenery of Kyungseong during the Japanese colonial period.
“Everyone, look at Honmachi Street—Chungmuro—in 1932. The dazzling neon signs, the grand Western-style stone buildings, and the modern boys strolling between them. Isn’t it so romantic?”
“Are you kidding me? These days every random idiot thinks they’re a history expert!”
“Neon signs flooding the streets like that in 1932? The AC power distribution network specs from Kyungseong Electric back then couldn’t handle that level. What is this, some kind of cyberpunk LARP?”
“And that background building is the Renaissance-style Government-General of Korea headquarters completed in 1926, so why the hell are the extras walking past it wearing those baggy work pants that only appeared during the wartime rationing period in the late 1940s?!”
“Haah… I can’t tell if this is a history channel or a drama advertisement…”
The moment I was unloading a barrage of factual corrections at the nonsense pouring through my earphones—
Screeeech—!
The scream of tires slicing across wet asphalt tore through the night.
A truck lost control, skidding wildly before mounting the sidewalk and slamming straight into me.
The world spun three hundred and sixty degrees.
The white glow of streetlamps stretched into long tails before shattering across my vision.
In that instant of impact, the sickening crunch of bones breaking echoed through every part of my body at once.
With that much kinetic energy hitting me dead-on, this has to be instant death…
White-hot pain shot through my brain like lightning. The metallic taste of blood exploded inside my mouth.
The stench of asphalt, rainwater, exhaust, and my own blood flooded my nose.
And then came the smell of alcohol.
……Huh?!!
“Fuck, I stepped in shit!!” “We’re screwed!!” “What the hell just happened?!”
Again with the shit… That’s what you say after running someone over…?
Wait… a lifelong virgin getting killed by a drunk, conscience-free truck driver. If this is a cliché, it’s way too lazy… hehe.
And then darkness came with death.
…Or so I thought. But my consciousness never actually cut off.
At first there was only complete darkness.
Then something began pulling me with tremendous force.
It felt like a reverse birth, being sucked back into a womb. An overwhelming pressure crushed my entire body.
A low, massive vibration hummed in my ears—woong——and somewhere, a woman’s moan drifted to me like a dream.
“Mmm… haa…”
The texture and scent of the air changed completely.
Instead of blood, my nose filled with the smell of sweat, bodily fluids, old wood, and something I couldn’t identify.
And then, slowly, I opened my eyes.
A dim lantern swayed, illuminating my vision.
As the blur faded, I could make out the grain of a wooden ceiling.
Every time the lantern swung, the wood grain seemed to writhe like it was alive.
An unfamiliar dark wooden ceiling.
What the…?
When I tried to sit up…
…my body didn’t hurt.
Instead, it felt horribly alien.
As I moved to rise, the weight of the body felt completely wrong.
I was certain this wasn’t my body…
Yet at the same time, a strange sense of having returned flashed through my mind.
Returned? To where?
No… who?
My shoulders were unnecessarily broad, and thick slabs of muscle covered my chest.
When I lifted my hand, the fingers were thick and the palm was rough and calloused.
And when my gaze drifted downward, something massive lay between my legs.
“……What the fuck is this?!”
An arm-thick cock jutted out between my thighs.
“This… this is mine?”
With a trembling hand I reached down and gave it a cautious touch.
The sensation that shot back to my brain was crystal clear.
It really is mine…?
It was perfectly synced with my nervous system at one hundred percent.
“Wow… at this size… this isn’t just a body part. It’s practically an independent lifeform, isn’t it?”
“I could probably share a cigarette with it…”
Plop.
The sticky sound of a droplet broke the silence of the wooden room.
“Ah… haa…”
A thin, seductive moan laced with humid heat licked at my earlobe.
I whipped my head toward the sound and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
“Wh-what the hell?!”
In the middle of the living room, a woman hung suspended in midair, her eyes covered by a black blindfold.
Her jet-black hair was twisted up high like a seductive Kyoto geisha. Her face was painted deathly white, with only her lips stained a vivid blood red. She was breathing out thick, carnal sighs.
I once worked part-time at the butcher’s market in Doksan-dong.
Inside the freezer, enormous slabs of meat hung from iron hooks on the ceiling.
Completely drained of life, their skins peeled away, the red flesh chilled to icy stiffness.
This woman was the same.
She was breathing… but she didn’t look alive.
Suspended in ropes, her legs were spread in a wide M-shape.
The ropes bound her in an intricate tortoise-shell pattern, her arms twisted behind her back and tightly restrained.
The luxurious silk kimono she wore had slipped off her shoulders, barely clinging to her waist.
The fallen fabric left her most private parts completely exposed, somehow making her naked body even more obscene.
Thin ropes squeezed her breasts like a vice, forcing them to swell until they looked ready to burst.
Her tits had turned a dark, suffocated purple from the prolonged pressure, and an unknown fluid seeped from her stiff nipples.
But the most eye-catching thing was the secret place between her legs—her sex had been forced open like a fully bloomed flower, as if deliberately put on display for every gaze.
This wasn’t a metaphor.
Silver rings pierced her labia majora and minora in several places. Strings attached to the rings pulled in every direction, spreading her pussy wide like flower petals.
Even her clitoris was tightly constricted by a black rubber ring, with a silver ring piercing straight through it.
What must have once been small and hidden was now swollen huge and crimson from the pressure of the ring. The tiny veins on its surface stood out clearly.
Between the forcibly parted lips, the pink inner walls were completely exposed. Deeper inside, her glistening flesh looked so open you could almost see straight to her cervix. A steady stream of transparent, sticky nectar poured from the gap without pause.
Every time her womb contracted, the hole inside twitched as if breathing, and fresh fluids welled up.
Plop…
The sound rang out again.
It wasn’t just a “droplet.”
In the shallow bowl placed beneath her, her juices had already filled it halfway. The surface shimmered ominously in the faint lantern light.
The pooled nectar mixed with the humid air of the room, sending a dizzying mix of musky and sweet scents straight into my nose.
That unique, sticky, elastic sound of thick liquid falling onto thick liquid.
Plop.
Plop.
The interval between the falling drops grew shorter and shorter.
She was getting aroused.
Beneath the blindfold, her pale cheeks had flushed crimson.
She seemed to sense that I was here—through my presence, my breathing.
Just knowing that a stranger’s gaze was obsessively tracing her spread-open cunt and bound body was enough to send some reaction—whether fear or shame—rippling through her.
Her lips parted. Her tongue flicked across them.
Her breathing grew rougher.
“Ah… haa… ahhn…”
Suppressed moans began to leak out.
Her rope-bound body twitched faintly.
Every time her M-spread legs trembled, her inner lips were pulled even tighter, opening her pussy hole wider.
From deep inside her exposed womb, her juices flowed—not drop by drop anymore, but in thin, continuous streams.
Her clitoris, swollen to the point of bursting from the rubber ring, pulsed like a heartbeat. Every time her hips jerked, the silver piercing at its tip swayed.
She was alive.
Not a cold slab of meat, but a hot, breathing, dripping, trembling creature burning with desire.
What the… what the fuck?! When did I get this hard?!
Whoa… is this size even real…?
When I looked down, the cock that was unmistakably part of this unfamiliar body had swollen until the veins looked ready to rupture. It stood rock-hard.
At that exact moment, a cold, murky male voice I had never heard before echoed inside my head.
“What are you hesitating for? Go on. Claim that vulgar bitch right now.”
Wh-who the hell are you?! Who’s talking inside my head?!
“I am the original owner of this body… the shell you have possessed. Now, hurry up and shove that massive cock of yours inside her.”
Some unknown compulsion pulled me forward. I stepped onto the tatami and moved closer.
At the creak of the floor, the woman’s waist jerked upward.
The closer I got, the thicker the air became.
Her dizzying body scent, the aroma of the incense pouch tucked in her kimono, and the intense smell of her fluids all assaulted my nose.
My cock was now fully erect, twitching and throbbing.
That hard, burning thing was instinctively drawn toward her spread-open flower.
Plop.Plop.
Plop.Plop.Plop.
Plop.Plop.Plop.Plop.Plop.Sluuuurp.
“Ugh!!”
Suddenly, a hot liquid surged up from the pit of my stomach, racing up my throat.
Along with bestial lust came an instinctive revulsion and nausea that slammed into my solar plexus.
My heart pounded so violently it felt like it would shatter my ribs and burst out.
The pressure of all my blood rushing to my head made my ears ring.
What the hell is this…
Before I could even finish the thought, my legs moved on their own.
My feet kicked hard against the tatami. My body lurched forward.
Clutching my painfully swollen crotch, I ran toward the door like a panicked animal.
“Cowardly bastard… You can’t even eat the fortune that rolled into your lap.”
Bang!
The mocking voice echoed in my head, but I ignored it and violently shoved the sliding paper door aside, bursting outside.
A Japanese-style garden unfolded before me. The cool night air slapped my sweat-drenched face.
The refreshing rustle of bamboo leaves.
The scent of wet garden soil seemed to wash away the stench of lust still clinging to my nostrils.
I gasped for breath. Just as the urge to vomit began to subside—
—KWAaaaaaaaang!!
Something exploded in the center of my mind.
It felt like my brain had been hacked and an avalanche of foreign information was pouring in like a waterfall.
Before I could even scream, an overwhelming wave of memories brutally installed itself into my brain.
“Uwaaaaaaaaagh—!”
“This… isn’t mine…!”
“These memories… these emotions… get out of my head…!”
“Kraaaghyagyaakyaak—!”
A bestial roar tore from my throat.
I couldn’t even tell if that horrible scream was coming from my own mouth.
The memories crashed over me like a tidal wave.
At first they were just fragments.
But they weren’t mere knowledge.
The pain of flesh being torn, the nauseating stench stabbing my nose, the miserable emotions of a soul completely trampled—
Park Chul-min.
The very man who had spoken to me from within moments ago.
The original owner of this body—Park Chul-min’s memories, emotions, distorted desires, guilt, and the hideous secrets he had hidden for years—were all branded onto my soul at once.
“Please… stop… don’t… don’t swallow me…”
My vision turned red, then slowly sank into complete darkness.
My consciousness was on the verge of snapping… but one single memory held on until the very end.
Wh… who…? Who is it?
That… woman…?
The one hanging from the pillar in that Japanese-style room like a slab of meat.
The seductive female whose entire body was bound in ropes, her sex displayed like a grotesque, obscene flower while she moaned.
She… was my mother.
“Mom…?”
The single word ripped out of my throat, and the entire world flipped upside down.
My knees gave out completely.
I didn’t even register the impact of my face slamming into the cold dirt floor.
Seo Yun-seo’s soul plummeted into a deep abyss, letting out one final scream.
This… isn’t my life…
This is fucking hell.
And then the darkness swallowed me whole.
