No Salvation for the Broken
"*Sob*... I'm so sorry, Mom, Dad..."
After spitting out her confession, Jia remained on her hands and knees, whimpering. The way her slender spine trembled made the sight feel somehow even more perverted.
"*Hya-ahk?!*"
Hanmin reached down, his fingertips sliding into her cleft to cup the fleshy folds of her pussy.
"Wait, please... Our mom and dad are right there... If you grab me so suddenly like this..."
Jia pleaded, too terrified of what violence might follow to even lift her head.
"You dumb bitch. You already screamed that you love being raped right in front of your dead parents, so why are you acting all shy now?"
Hanmin snickered, mocking her.
"And besides, you fucking cunt, your mom and dad are already dead. They crossed the River Styx. What do you mean, 'Mom and Dad are right there'?" he added.
"Are you so horny thinking about getting a cock shoved inside you that you can't even think straight?"
"All the blood probably rushed straight to her cunt at the thought of getting raped."
The other men joined in the mockery.
"*Hic*... No... No, it's not like that..."
Perhaps she thought she could escape this horrific reality by burying her head like an ostrich, because Jia pressed her forehead back against the floor and sobbed.
"*Hya-uht?!*"
But while she managed to hide her face, she couldn't hide the part of her body that these men valued far more.
"Fucking hell, this toxic bitch's cunt feels incredible... Hey, Jongbeom, you feel this too."
Hanmin called over Jongbeom, the youngest of the group.
"Is it really that good?... Whoa, holy shit."
Taking Hanmin's place, Jongbeom placed his hand over Jia's pussy. Before his fingertips could even fully cover her, an exclamation escaped his lips.
"Whoa, this is insane... Fucking insane..."
The moment Jongbeom's fingers brushed against Jia's flesh, her pussy yielded with a soft, squishy melt. It possessed a pillowy softness that felt almost inhuman. Jongbeom could only gape in dazed awe, muttering curses under his breath.
"*Ugh... hic...* ♡♡"
The plump, tender folds of her pussy were so thick and yielding that they threatened to swallow his entire finger like slime. Every time he worked his fingers, kneading and squeezing her flesh, a thick, cloudy, and fishy-smelling arousal fluid seeped out, squelching like wet mud underfoot.
"This is crazy. You guys have to feel this," Jongbeom said, stepping back after fondling her for a moment to let the others have a turn.
"Whoa... insane..."
"Fuck, what do you even call this? A sticky cunt? A honey pot?"
"Dude, that sounds old as fuck."
"But seriously, how else are you supposed to describe it?"
The men took turns, appreciating Jia's pussy with their hands.
"*Oh-eut... oh-guht...* ♡♡"
They say language defines the mind. Even if it is a mere string of words, a human being is profoundly influenced by what they speak aloud. Ever since she confessed that she 'loved being raped,' Jia's body reacted as if it truly did, spilling out involuntary orgasms against her will.
"Is this squirt or piss?"
"Smells a bit fishy. And it's really slippery..."
"Well, it's sticky and slick... definitely not piss."
"You dumb virgins, this is female ejaculation."
"Hyung, you lost your virginity at a brothel. You're basically a virgin who's had sex."
"Did you really have to rub it in...?" Hanmin grimaced in mock agony at Jongbeom's sharp retort.
Meanwhile, Jia was practically swooning from the aftershocks of her climax.
"*Ugh... oh-eut...* ♡♡"
Her high-raised hips twitched weakly. Her gaping vaginal opening greedily clamped at the empty air, spilling a thick, milky fluid down her thighs with wet, squelching sounds.
"*Kah-eut... ah-eung...* ♡♡"
Multiple hands, like writhing tentacles, fondled her swollen folds and her highly sensitive inner thighs and clitoris all at once. The flood of juices increased, soaking the men's hands.
"*Oh-eut...?! Hya-gyat?!?!* ♡♡"
With her face buried, she couldn't tell whose hands were touching her, nor could she predict how they would move. This unseen pleasure fueled her latent masochism. Every time a hand brushed against her hyper-sensitized nerves, a wave of white-hot pleasure surged through her.
"*Ugh-eut?!?!* ♡♡"
Hanmin gave Jia's ass a sharp slap before moving on to the next stage.
"So, who gets to put it in first?"
It was time for the main event.
"W-wait a second... Please... This is a funeral parlor... *hic*... Mom and Dad are right here..."
"I told you, your parents crossed the River Styx."
Jia's final resistance was casually brushed aside.
"Well, respect your elders, so I'll go first..."
Hanmin chuckled, fumbling with his pants, only to be cut off.
"Ah, wait a minute, Hyung."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, 'respect your elders'? In this day and age?"
"Stop acting like a boomer."
"You punks... I'm... still... in my prime..." Hanmin joked back as the younger guys stopped him.
"You're supposed to let your younger brothers have the good stuff first."
"*Oh-heuk?!* ♡♡"
Jongbeom hooked his fingers into Jia's wet slit, much like putting fingers into a bowling ball, and slyly dragged her toward him.
"*Ugh-eut... geu-guht...* ♡♡"
The rough intrusion of his fingers caught against the deep ridges of her vaginal walls, sending another jolt of pleasure through her. Jia gritted her teeth, trying to endure the climax. The pleasure piercing her brain forced her lungs and mouth to move, but she desperately wanted to avoid letting out a shameful, depraved squeal in front of her parents.
"*Oh-heuk?!?!* ♡♡"
But another ugly moan escaped her lips anyway. Hanmin grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward him. Her buttocks shifted to the right, her pussy stretched sideways by the fingers hooked inside her.
"*Oh-ho... oh-eu...* ♡♡"
Her vaginal opening, stretched wide to one side, gaped hungrily. Hanmin and the others continued their playful tug-of-war, grabbing and pulling at Jia's ass.
Amidst the chaos, Jihun spoke up.
"Then let's settle this fair and square."
"How about rock-paper-scissors?"
"Rock-paper-scissors?..."
"Sounds good."
"Yeah, that's fair."
The men agreed and prepared to play.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Leaving Jia shivering on the floor, the men began their game.
"Don't lift your fucking head."
"*Hi-guk?!* ♡"
Curious to see who would be the one to penetrate her, Jia had tried to peek back, but Hanmin slapped her wet folds to keep her down. His palm smacked against her plump flesh, causing a squirt of fluid to shoot out like a water gun.
"Alright, again! Rock, paper—"
"Ah, fuck, why do we keep throwing the same thing!"
"Hey, why did you throw scissors after throwing rock the whole time..."
The men bickered as they continued their game. For some reason, they kept tying, dragging the game out.
Meanwhile...
"*Hic-eut?!*"
Jia flinched, letting out a small hiccup as a hand touched her head.
"Noona, it's me."
"Jihun... ah..."
It was her brother's hand. Even though he was the one who had orchestrated this entire nightmare, he was still her only blood relative in the room. The familiar touch offered a faint, desperate sliver of comfort, easing her terror just a fraction.
"Jihun. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'll treat you so well from now on, so please forgive me. I'm so, so sorry, please, my little brother."
Clinging to him like a drowning person clutching at a straw, Jia pleaded with her flesh and blood.
"..."
But Jihun didn't answer. He simply kept stroking her hair in silence.
"Jihun. My brother. Are you listening? It's all my fault. Okay? I'm so scared right now. Please answer me, Jihun."
"..."
Jihun remained silent.
"Look... *sob*... Mom and Dad are watching. Even if it's not for me, do it for them. Please? Please look out for your sister, please, Jihun..."
In her desperation, Jia even brought up their parents to persuade him.
"..."
Jihun stopped stroking her hair. Instead, he silently tapped her head.
"*Hi-guk?!*"
Tap, tap. It wasn't a hard blow, but a light pat, like comforting a pet.
But Jia, already consumed by absolute terror, let out a sharp shriek and trembled violently.
"Noona... my dear Noona..."
Jihun kept tapping her head.
"Yes, yes, my sweet brother," Jia replied, trying her best to sound warm and affectionate.
"Noona..."
But Jihun didn't seem to want an answer. He just kept tapping her head, over and over.
Then...
"You should have..."
After a brief silence, he spoke in a strained, sorrowful voice.
"...said that a long time ago."
Jihun's hand stopped. His footsteps faded as he walked away once more.
"Ji... Jihun! Jihun! My brother!! I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry!!"
She tried to push herself up, desperate to hold onto her departing brother, but—
"You fucking bitch, didn't I tell you to keep your head down?"
With a heavy thud, one of the men slammed her head back down to the floor.
Holding her head down from behind, the man rubbed his lower body slowly against Jia's buttocks, teasing her swollen folds.
"Why don't you guess who it is?" Jongbeom whispered mockingly from the side.
"I don't know... *hic*... I don't know..."
Naturally, with her face pinned to the floor, she had no way of knowing who owned the cock rubbing against her entrance.
"Maybe you'll know once he puts it in?"
Along with Jongbeom's teasing voice,
"*Ugh-eut?!* ♡♡"
The cock slid slowly into her soaking wet pussy.
Or rather, it was sucked inside. Her hyper-aroused pussy had melted into a soft, loose mess, her vaginal muscles pulsing and twitching on their own. The moment the tip of the glans touched her entrance, her swollen vaginal walls wriggled with a wet, squelching sound, guiding the shaft deep inside. Even though the man barely pushed, her vagina sucked the cock in like a vacuum cleaner—
"*Oh-ho... oh-geu...* ♡♡"
In an instant, the shaft was drawn all the way to her cervix.
"Fuck, I haven't even moved yet and this bitch is already having sex with herself..."
It was Hanmin's voice.
"Ah, Hyung, why did you speak? You were the one who wanted to make Jia-noona guess whose cock it was," Jongbeom chided him, sounding disappointed.
"Hey, fuck... you try putting it in... Ugh... the grip on this thing..."
Hanmin grunted through gritted teeth. Just as he said, Jia's vaginal walls were writhing like the legs of a caterpillar, pulling Hanmin's cock deeper and deeper with a powerful, relentless suction.