A Childish Game of Rock-Paper-Scissors
"Sister?"
"G-guh... guh-guh..."
Jihun asks with feigned curiosity, but the only response is the sound of vomit weakly regurgitating from her stomach.
"Pathetically weak."
Jihun throws the very words his sister used to say back at her.
"Rock, paper..."
He playfully sets the rhythm, as if returning to his childhood innocence.
"Paper!"
With the shout, Jihun's hand spreads wide open inside Jia's cunt.
"Ugh-guk?!?!"
Jia's eyes fly wide open.
"Ah... ah-euh... ah-euh-ah..."
She is too terrified to dare look, but she can feel it with absolute clarity.
A bizarre, foreign sensation inside her cunt.
Jihun's hand has spread wide inside her, as if intending to tear her vagina completely apart.
His fingernails rip into her mucous membranes, and her uterus twists, losing its proper place.
"D-don't do dat... *urgh*... don't do dat... *cough*..."
Jia whines like a toddler, dry-heaving as vomit and bloody foam bubble around her mouth.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't do dat... rock-paper-scissors with my pussy... *hic*... don't do dat... a girl's pussy is... *urgh*... you're not s-supposed to do dat to it... *hic*..."
Jia continues to whine, pleading with Jihun.
Her sobs and pleas are punctuated by violent retching.
The dry-heaving brings up a small amount of vomit, adding more foul, acidic fluid to the floor.
"Why? I thought you'd like it. It's just like the old days."
Jihun sneers, mocking her.
"You used to play rock-paper-scissors with me all the time, Sister. Remember? The loser got flicked on the forehead. Though, usually, I was the one getting flicked."
He adds with a smirk.
"Since it's been so long, let's play a round for old times' sake. The loser gets flicked on the forehead... actually, no, let's make it a Bojibbang. Oh, but since I don't have a pussy, if you win, I'll stop fisting you."
"D-don't... *ah-euh*... *urgh*... *cough*... you're not s-supposed to play rock-paper-scissors in a girl's pussy, Jihun-ah... p-please... p-please don't break my pussy..."
"Alright, let's begin. Rock... paper..."
"Kuaaa-ugh!!!"
Jihun sets the rhythm, pumping his arm back and forth inside her.
With every motion of his arm, her abdominal skin bulges and heaves, pushed outward by his thick forearm.
"Paper!"
"Kueee-ugh?!!!!!♡"
Jihun thrusts his hand forward with exaggerated force.
Perhaps he used too much strength; her entire internal organ system is crushed against his forearm, her diaphragm violently contracting, forcing a grotesque, wet belch up her throat.
"Ugh-peup... guh-peuh-eup...♡"
Wet, vomit-laden belches erupt from her mouth in ragged gasps. The foul, fermented stench of stomach acid escapes her wide-open mouth like a gas leak, sounding like the dying scream of her ruined viscera.
"Oh? Sister, you didn't throw anything."
Jia's eyes roll back as her entire body spasms violently. To anyone else, she would look like she is on the verge of death, but Jihun doesn't care in the slightest, teasing her with casual indifference.
"Well, since you forfeited this round, it's time for your Bojibbang penalty, okay?"
"Ah-ahk... no... no... I win... *ah-heuk*... p-please... I didn't forfeit... *ah-eug*...♡♡♡"
Jia gasps out her replies, her face twisted in a hideous, distorted grimace.
Her brain, turned to mush by the overwhelming mixture of agony and forced orgasm, is incapable of rational thought. Yet, her primal survival instinct manages to register two deeply ominous details.
First:
'If he said "this round," does that mean there's a next round?...'
And second:
'What the hell is a Bojibbang...?'
These two thoughts consume her.
Even if she could somehow steel herself to endure the former, the term Bojibbang—a word far too vague and violent to be a simple game penalty—is entirely beyond her comprehension.
The unknown is always the most terrifying.
"Alright, here comes the Bojibbang!"
"Ah-euh... ah-euh-euh... ah-ahk... *urgh*..."
Jia shivers violently in anticipation of the unknown terror, every muscle in her spine tensing up.
And as expected, the Bojibbang delivers a level of agony that far exceeds her wildest nightmares.
"AAAAAAHHHHK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
An ear-splitting shriek erupts from her throat, shattering the silence of the room.
The scream is so deafening that it bounces off the living room walls, echoing repeatedly.
"Shut the fuck up, seriously."
Jihun releases his grip on her neck and delivers a sharp, wet slap to her buttocks.
A bright red handprint blooms on her pale flesh. Her buttocks, still impaled by Jihun's forearm, spasm violently, spitting out a mixture of blood, pale-red fluids, and discharge from the tight seal around his arm.
"This is like a blood pressure cuff."
Jihun mutters, marveling at the incredible pressure of her vaginal walls.
Then,
"Ugh-guk... ah-euh-euk... d-don't... don't shove it in my pussy like dat... it's gonna r-rip..."
"A whole baby can fit through there. Stop overreacting."
He rumbles around inside her cunt, buried up to his wrist, digging around as if searching for a small item in a messy drawer.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to him.
"By the way, I saw on your social media that you have a black guy friend. You definitely fucked him, didn't you? If you could handle that, my arm should be a breeze."
"N-no... I didn't... I didn't... I didn't have s-sex with a black guy...♡♡♡"
"Bullshit. I know exactly how crazy Korean girls are for black dicks."
Jihun scoffs at her pathetic excuse and continues to rummage inside her cunt.
"Hmm... let's angle it like this..."
He hooks his fingertips into the empty space just below her cervix, where the muscles and mucous membranes have torn open.
"Ah-euk?!?!? Ah-euk?!?!? My u-uterus?!?! What are you doing to my uterus??!?!??!"
He pushes upward, forcing her entire womb toward her lower abdomen.
The uterus is shoved higher and higher by his fingertips until,
"Eh... euh..."
It bulges visibly beneath the skin of her lower belly, asserting its presence.
"How is it, Sister? This is your uterus."
Jia, her head still pressed against the floor, strains to look down at her own stomach.
"No... no. That's not my uterus... that's not my uterus...♡♡♡"
Like a scene from the movie Alien, right before the creature bursts through the chest, a hard, solid mass bulges beneath her abdominal skin, making its presence terrifyingly clear.
"Still want to deny it?"
"N-no... no... that's not my uterus... it's not...♡♡♡"
Tears streaming down her face, Jia shakes her head frantically, rubbing her disheveled hair against the floor like a dirty mop.
But deep down, she knows.
The sensation of this organ pressing against her abdominal wall carries the exact same deep, aching pain she used to feel during her menstrual cycles.
This organ, bulging as if about to tear through her skin, is undoubtedly her own uterus.
"Now, time for your Bojibbang."
Jihun flicks his finger, snapping it sharply against the bulge beneath her skin.
"Ugh-guk."
At the bizarre, sickening pain of her actual womb being flicked, Jia's body jerks and writhes in a grotesque dance.
"Sister, you're going to break my arm."
Her spine arches, and as her lower abdominal organs and vaginal walls convulse, they clamp down hard on Jihun's submerged arm, bending it with immense pressure.
"It's like being wrapped by a python."
A snake can crush its prey's bones using nothing but muscle.
Jia's vaginal muscles—a dense, powerful mass of flesh, a true masterpiece of anatomy—convulse violently, twisting Jihun's arm this way and that.
"This is actually pretty fun."
Jihun flicks her uterus again and again.
"D-don't!! Don't flick my uterus!! I'll go sterile!! My pussy's gonna become sterile!!!♡♡♡"
Jia shrieks in a pathetic, broken voice, her body thrashing wildly.
"Damn, you've got some strength..."
Like a massive tuna caught on a deck, or a wild beast in a rodeo, Jia thrashes frantically while Jihun pins her down, crushing her under his weight.
But something is lacking.
"The uterus is just a muscle, right?"
He doesn't have a detailed medical understanding of female anatomy, but he knows intuitively that the uterus is a dense, tough muscle.
And he knows that simply hitting a muscle isn't enough to inflict true, agonizing torment.
"I don't want it... I hate this weird pain... I'm scared... *urgh*... *euh*..."
Even as she shudders from the combined agony of the fisting and the womb-flicks, Jia herself is well aware that the actual physical pain is coming from the fisting.
Her screams during the womb-flicks are driven more by the sheer, unprecedented terror of having her internal organs directly struck—a sensation she has never experienced in her life—rather than actual physical damage. In a way, it is mostly hysterics.
"Hmm..."
Jihun pauses, keeping his forearm buried inside her cunt as he ponders.
Then, as if struck by a brilliant idea,
"Ah, right! I have just the thing!"
He pulls his arm out of Jia's cunt.
"Oh-euh-euh-euk♡♡♡♡"
With a bizarre, rushing sound of air and dozens of rapid, acid-laced belches, her vaginal canal is dragged outward by his exiting arm, turning completely inside out.
"Fucking disgusting."
From her arched, protruding buttocks, her heavily wrinkled, pink vaginal lining hangs down like a tail in a state of Uterine Prolapse.
"Ah-euh... ah-euh-euh...♡"
Jia's lower abdomen has slightly collapsed now that her uterus has escaped.
Several of the muscles supporting her uterus from her pelvis have torn, and dark red bruises begin to spread across her slender Y-zone and feminine abdominal muscles.
"I never understood why people find Uterine Prolapse hot."
Jihun stares with disgust at her prolapsed uterus, which peeks out from her vaginal opening like a tongue.
"Euh... ugh-euh...♡♡"
Jia's prolapsed uterus twitches, its heavily wrinkled flesh contracting and expanding on its own like an elephant's trunk.
Clear fluid and blood ooze from the cracks in her torn, wrinkled flesh.
"It's just repulsive."
"Eh-guk?!?!?!♡♡♡♡♡"
Jihun squeezes her prolapsed uterus once, as if milking a cow.
"I'm going to grab something. Wait here."
As Jihun turns to leave the room,
"D-don't... I don't want to be sterile... not my uterus...♡♡♡"
Jia frantically tries to push her prolapsed uterus back inside her cunt.
But,
"Keep your posture. Push it back in, and I'll kill you."
Cowering at Jihun's threat, she immediately returns to her hands-and-knees position and waits.
"Euh-euh..."
Her prolapsed uterus hangs down, twitching and swaying like a tail once more.