Chew Ten Times
How much time had passed?
With a strange sensation of liquid that should never leave the body forcing its way out, a long stream arced from between my spread legs and splattered onto the floor.
In other words, I had come again — spectacularly. Of course, none of the pleasure I had felt before remained. Only pain filled everything.
"Uuueeh..."
Drool ran freely down my chin. I had already missed any chance to resist. No strength remained in my body; no matter how hard I tried to move, I could not so much as twitch.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Curses alone flooded my skull. It felt as if my head would split open — as if my brain were being shredded to pieces.
Hyebin's voice reached me, but I could not grasp what the sounds meant. It was like listening to a foreign language.
And so the fingers moved again. The hand that had been tormenting my pussy, my perineum, my clitoris began once more.
It was the start of another round of agony. This was not simple harassment. Not the childish kind of bullying that leaves you sad and depressed enough to lock yourself in a bathroom with a miserable face.
This was rape — no. This was torture.
I moved my hand. The way you thrash awake from sleep paralysis and gasp for air, my vision snapped back in an instant. Without any warning it returned, and with it every sensation that had been dammed up came rushing in.
"W-wait a secon..."
"Oh. You're awake?"
Yujin, speaking nonsense I could barely parse. The soft breasts pressed against my back were hers.
"L-look... help m..."
"Hmm?"
"I-it's... it's wrong... everything's wrong..."
Only sensation had returned; my body still held no strength. Naturally my tongue and jaw were part of that body, so even I could hear how badly the words slurred. The hand I had thought was gripping my wrist was only resting against it.
"Aha! Really? Everything's wrong? Which part?"
"..."
Yujin's question. At some point only the two of us remained in the room. Where everyone else had gone, I had no idea.
"...Be-because of... th-that... everything... everything's ruined..."
"...Wow. That's suddenly a really heavy topic."
Those fingers moved inside me. Softly, with a wet sound, they carved a little space in the swollen, cramped interior. A lewd, squelching noise rose — the kind that made you burn with shame just hearing it.
Unfortunately, nothing like the moans and climaxes from my slightly inaccurate sexual knowledge happened.
My senses had grown far too sharp. They did not produce pleasure alone; they made me feel every ridge of a fingerprint grinding hot against raw flesh, and that was pure pain.
"I-I'll do it with my mouth... or my chest, my chest—"
The door clunked open. My body flinched hard. Whether I was afraid of being seen by yet another person, or whether it was pure instinct, I did not know.
"Wow. You're something else. Still at it?"
I rolled my eyes toward the sound. Hyebin stood there holding two meal trays. I was not glad to see her; the jolt of surprise had to be instinct. Somewhere deep down I had been hoping Dahyun or Jiwoo or Minseo — hell, even Soyeon — would walk in and save me.
"She's cute, though. Heh. You brought food?"
"Yeah."
Hyebin set the trays on the central table as if it were nothing, then slowly approached, crouched between my legs, and began poking my clitoris with a fingertip.
"Eugh...!"
"Whoa. Hey, it's gonna burst. Maybe stop?"
"Heh. Her vitals aren't actually in the danger zone. The graph is a mess, sure. Want to see?"
A fidgeting movement behind me, and then a hand thrust into the edge of my vision holding a terminal.
"...You're insane. Isn't she dying?"
"I told you she's not."
Hyebin looked at the graph and recoiled. If she had already eaten dinner, hours must have passed. Which meant that for those hours I had been trapped here being harassed — no. Tortured.
"H-Hye... Hyebin...!"
I wrung every scrap of strength into calling her name.
"...Huh?"
She studied the graph with a slightly serious face, then turned her eyes to me.
"Save... save me—"
I mumbled it. Spit ran down my chin; I had no time to care.
...Of course, it was not that I liked Hyebin any better. It was only that the woman behind me had watched a graph thrashing up and down and stayed completely calm, while Hyebin at least looked a little worried.
How she usually treated me did not matter in the slightest right now. If it meant escaping this moment, I would do insertion, anything — later, of course. Once my pussy stopped burning. I thought I could manage that much.
"Please... save me. It... it hurts..."
"...Nnh."
Hyebin made a strange little sound. Was it working?
Thinking about it, all she had ever done was harass me. Touch my body a little, stand me up and snicker, tie me somewhere for a short while — none of that was so terrible. At least she had never made me think I was going to die.
Her expression was complicated. Our eyes met. I could not read everything in them, but there seemed to be at least a sliver of pity.
I just looked at her, pleading, enduring the heavy pain rising from below.
"......Hey."
"Ah. Fuck. What."
I felt Hyebin shudder. Maybe it was the slightly frightening tone of voice.
"Aren't you going to wash up? Hot water's about to come on."
"Ah. Shit. You crazy bitch."
"Go on. Okay? Let me use her a bit."
Heat flooded my face all at once. A smile rose for the first time in what felt like forever. I could not remember the last time the corners of my mouth had lifted, so they lifted in the most literal sense.
"..."
My eyes met Yujin's as she looked down at my face. Her expression shifted to pure disbelief. She pulled her fingers out of my pussy—
"Ughik—"
—and grabbed my face, which must have been twisted into something ridiculous on the right side.
"Pfft. What'll it be? Stay with me? Or go to her?"
The hand that touched my right cheek had felt hot even before contact; sure enough, the moment it landed it was a sticky, unpleasant heat.
I hesitated for a moment. No — I pretended to hesitate. I had only just sworn I would do anything to get out of this situation.
So I put on a show of thinking it over carefully enough that Yujin would not take offense, and then whispered:
"Hyebin."
Yujin smiled. The corners of her mouth rose, so yes — it was a smile.
"Awwww. Was it hard?"
"Heuek—"
The moment she took me, Yujin checked her own wet pants with a look of distaste, stripped them off, tossed them into the basket, grabbed her toiletries, and left the room.
And so, held in someone's arms, I was able to enjoy the warmth of a human body.
"How many times did you come? Hold on. One two three four..."
"I-I don't know..."
"Seven?"
"..."
Was it that many? I had no idea. It felt like it might have been around that, or maybe more. Of course I had not been counting...
I tried to reconstruct it in my head. Once then, once more, and when I thrashed and grabbed her hair she punished me with two extra—
"..."
I nodded. Well. That sounded about right.
"Pretty accurate. Heh. Okay then. Listen."
Hyebin hoisted me up in one motion. My body had no strength to resist, and I had no real will to refuse, so my dangling legs bumped against hers as I hung there.
"I saved you, right? Heh. Right?"
"...Y-yes. I— nnh, s-so..."
"Up we go."
She set me in a chair. The sheer relief of being alive had diluted the resolve I had sworn only moments earlier, but even so I could still do anything.
I never wanted to go through that kind of pain again. It was not the multiple climaxes themselves that terrified me.
It was the hours of continuous torment with no rest, arms switching off while I cried and begged and collapsed from exhaustion, senses growing so raw they amplified into searing agony—
That was what I feared with a mad intensity.
If she wanted me to come over and over, fine. I could give careful, devoted attention with tongue and mouth and hands — not just a passive throat. Or she could simply use my pussy however she liked.
Just... as long as it did not hurt. Give me five or ten minutes of rest in between and there would be no problem at all.
Yes. As long as it did not hurt, that was enough. The reason I had endured sexual harassment and near-sex disguised as absurd training, the reason I had stayed still while everyone laughed at me and treated me however they wanted—
was because I did not want to die. Dying would hurt...
Of course I still felt resistance. That was why I had not been able to blurt it out first.
More than anything, this was the moment I had succeeded in escaping the torture. I had achieved my goal, so of course my stance now that I was out of the bathroom was different.
But thinking about the future...
Having at least one brake like this might not be such a bad idea.
...So I could do it. Better to commit now, while the resolve was still fresh.
Seated in the chair, my gaze naturally fell on the table. On the tray, the remaining compartments held nothing but a square block of food, looking almost embarrassed by all the empty space.
"Then you'll do whatever I ask, right?"
"...Y-yes."
My prediction did not miss. Even if her personality and values had not suddenly transformed, there was no way the idea that she should not torment me had taken root.
"......B-but, um, listen. I'm not saying I won't— nnh, I'm not refusing..."
While I spoke, Hyebin put her hands to her waistband and pushed her pants down. A fully erect cock appeared right beside my face, radiating heat.
I faltered, then forced the rest out.
"T-tomorrow, n-no. C-can we... after I wash? I-it hurts too much—"
"Heh. What are you talking about. Shouldn't you eat first?"
The words did not match the act of presenting herself. So I shifted my eyes toward Hyebin a little—
—and slowly reached for the tray. It seemed she meant for me to eat, so at least mealtime was being guaranteed.
"Ah. Hold on."
But Hyebin stopped me, and then she began working her own body.
"Hik, nnh..."
It was violent.
I had been exposed to lust countless times in this place.
But I had never watched something that was supposed to be private with my own two eyes — and never this close, right in front of my nose.
Ridiculous little noises kept spilling from my mouth. Every time a sound close to a moan of revulsion escaped — ik, euk — my body flinched.
"..."
Once she started masturbating, Hyebin said nothing. No rough breathing, no moans. She was quiet.
...The time was short. For me, that was actually good news... in a way. It meant less time in contact with that thing.
"Nnh..."
Hyebin bit down lightly, then moved her hand faster in that unconscious greed for pleasure right before climax.
"Uh. Uh..."
The direction did not change. That cock stayed fixed, and then — a surge. It was only a very short moment.
She had clearly been waving it in front of my face so I would watch, so I had been watching, and I saw the warning signs.
The cock angled slightly downward. She was forcing down something that wanted to stand up. The tip was not aimed at me. Nor was it aimed at the floor for lack of a better place.
Surge. Surge—
The long jets of gray-white liquid flew onto my food tray.
Like the description of a single sword stroke in a novel, a line of fluid streaked left to right across the tray and scattered over everything.
Just when it seemed it should stop, the stream kept coming, again and again, the way things from this world always did. The tray was buried under a thick volume of liquid no one would believe came from a single body in a single load.
Only when the pressure began to weaken did Hyebin finally show a satisfied face and open her mouth.
Looking at me, eyes full of a heat that said she could keep going all day from this moment on.
"Now eat! Heh!"
"...W-what...?"
My voice was blank. I had been holding my breath without realizing it, so the air that rushed in when I answered was thick with that fishy smell...
"You can eat it. No — eat it. Chew it ten times. Heh."
...
Hyebin laughed.
"...Th-this...?"
"Yeah."
"...Ah. Um."
The revulsion was natural. If you gathered every person here and asked who would raise their hand for not finding this disgusting, who besides this person would even lift a finger?
Clear paraphilia.
Wanting someone to swallow cum now and then — maybe some people wished for that.
But this felt far outside any normal range.
At least, that was how the feeling inside me explained itself.
I thought it would be better if it had simply spurted into my mouth while I was sucking. At least then the shock would leave no room to think.
"...M-maybe... should I do it with my mouth instead...?"
I asked. My body had gone stiff; I could only stare at the ruined tray on the table as I spoke. No matter how I looked at it, this was a little... well. Gross.
"No? Why would I?"
"Uh, ah, th-that's... I'm... I can do it well...?"
I had no confidence.
"......"
A brief silence stretched.
"..."
Actually it stretched a little longer.
Hyebin picked up someone's terminal from the table, pulled a tissue, wiped herself clean, and held the terminal's lens toward me.
"Pfft. What are you saying. Why would I fuck a dirty slut? What if I catch something."
I flinched.
"You're not even my type. I like girls with big tits."
...My vision swam. The look she gave me seemed almost stern.
"Aren't you a little too self-important? Heh!"
It felt like being struck in the head. I could not say why.
"This is kind of like getting a love confession from a whore. Want to apologize?"
Click. The shutter sound.
"Ah..."
A vacant sound slipped out. So I reached out.
I picked up that thing with my bare hands — that slippery substance that was not even food anymore, that was pure garbage now — brought it to my lips, and opened my mouth.
I chewed it ten times, carefully.
Click. Click. I became a model.
"Ah. Fuck. What the hell are you doing."
"No, she just started throwing up."
Yujin, who came back a moment later, looked at us with genuine, heartfelt disgust. At the vomit spat back onto the table, at Hyebin still hard, and at me.
I turned my head toward Yujin, gave a little bow, and beamed a bright smile.
Well. Once I changed my mindset, the world suddenly seemed almost livable.