Chapter 10 - Fallen into a Sex Slave (3)
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?!”
It's already been ten minutes. The self-proclaimed Amazon Queen, Min Eunjeong, has me forcibly planted on the sofa. She steps back, arms crossed, just staring at me without doing a damn thing.
At first, I glare right back. But with those massive tits squished under her arms as she stares me down, I can't help but shrink a little. It's like a lion silently sizing up its prey. My hand instinctively covers my neck, my heart—any weak spots.
“Hmm.”
“Ugh!”
Finally snapping out of it, Min Eunjeong clears her throat and slowly approaches. Her red hair sways like crashing waves.
I take a moment to scan her body. Yoga or Pilates, maybe? That plump ass, E-cup tits at least, ridiculously wide birthing hips, and those sharp-cut abs forming perfect 11s. Objectively, she's a stunner overflowing with healthy sex appeal. Back home, women like her were always popular. I wonder why she's still single at her age—
Then I remember that bitchy temper flaring up over a little insult, arms crossed and glaring like a psycho. Yeah, checks out.
“Phew, whatever. What am I even saying? Hey, pants off.”
“P-pants?”
“Don't wanna? Fine, I'll do it.”
Min Eunjeong strides over and smoothly yanks my pants down. What the fuck? She was spacing out, and now this? Is this bitch—
Is she nervous?
No way. In this media-saturated modern age, a virgin fainting at her first dick? Unheard of. What the hell is her deal? Tsk, no wonder she can't get laid. This is why modern women suck.
A smirk creeps onto my lips.
Plop.
“Whoa, shit... This thing even fit in one hand?”
My cock springs free from my pants, still rock-hard from yesterday's erection. At 30cm, it's a monster, and yeah, it's uncomfortable as hell... Min Eunjeong gawks, inspecting it from every angle. She drops to one knee, like she's greeting a holy king or some shit.
“Fuck, body like a peanut but this dick's a mountain... What the hell did you feed it?”
She shakes her head like she's scared shitless, fingers twitching. Then, steeling herself—
She finally grabs my thick shaft.
Grab!
“Ngh?!”
A jolt shoots through my cock, up my spine, straight to my brain. My body twitches like I got zapped by static.
What the fuck was that?!
Brain blanked for a split second. Just from grabbing it? This electric thrill spreading everywhere? Impossible!
She didn't even put it in her pussy or jerk it—just held it—and my hips are buckling! How sensitive to sex is this body?!
What kind of fucked-up freak body is this, weak to even this shit?!
Small and weak is one thing, but why the hell does it come with this pathetic hyper-sensitivity?!
...Can't let her notice. No way.
If she figures out how weak I am to sexual stuff, she'll pounce whether she fears the dick or not. That cum-squeezing pelvis of hers goes to work... and I'll be fully conditioned in no time.
Sounds cowardly, scared of something unreal. But decades as a mafia boss—my instincts scream to beware this woman.
“What? Hurt or something? I didn't even squeeze that hard, why's your face all twisted?”
“N-no, just... pissed off. Yeah! Your gross auntie hand touching it feels nasty. You pig bitch!”
Good, played it off natural. She's dumb enough not to notice a bluff like that.
“Hmm, really?”
“Yeah! Let go of it right now!”
“Nah.”
Stroke, stroke...
Min Eunjeong ignores me, slowly sliding her hand up and down. Tingles flood my body thick and heavy. My little frame jerks involuntarily.
“Ughh!”
She stretches out that long, sturdy arm, her flawless pale fingers wrapping my monstrous cock, shaking it. Like spider silk, it coils and tugs—shake, shake—my head lolls, jaw trembling.
D-danger!
Less than three minutes in, and cum's already surging up. If I blow now, she'll know how weak I am to pleasure. My turbulent life ends here.
No!
Me—the vicious mafia boss, leader of the strongest family—submitting to some bitch? Impossible!
I fight the crashing waves of pleasure, shaking my head to clear the filthy thoughts, regaining my senses. Then I glare at Min Eunjeong, kneeling and stroking away.
Won't scare her, but better than nothing!
“Hey, I'm barely stroking and you're already loving it this much? What a slut, getting off without permission.”
“Not loving it!”
“Bullshit, you were flopping like a fresh fish on the cutting board.”
Min Eunjeong rests a hand on her hip, muttering. I deny it all, shoving down the rising dirty urges.
“Fine, like this then!”
Stroke, stroke, stroke!
Faster wrist action. Orgasm builds to the brink. Random thoughts swarm my mind like a virus. I'm dying holding back cum, filthy feelings, moans.
“Aah!”
My body shakes like a ringing phone. Cum rises to the tip, ready to erupt... Ah, wanna blast hard on that pretty white face, dirty it up... Bury my nose in those tits, ram between her hips—
No!
Damn it! Couldn't shake the pervy thoughts. I'm a living thing with urges—extreme stim like this brings 'em on! Was trying to banish fantasies of getting crushed under that full-moon ass, spurting cum like a wimp!
But the endless orgasm loosened my mind. Now I've sunk to pathetic imaginings.
“Ughh!”
Body twists on its own. Like wet laundry left out in winter. Self-loathing hits hard.
“Heh.”
Min Eunjeong smirks at my pathetic state, bitterly amused, speeding up her hand.
Enough!
Hate the tip swelling to burst, electric shocks racing my spine. Most of all, hate being toyed with by this bitch!
“Hah, that face is so fucking hot... Makes me wanna devour you...”
“Ahk, ahhh!”
“Cum already, yeah? Squirt it all sloppy in my hand. Waste that precious baby dick in your big sis's palm? How's that?”
“N-no... St-stop, stooop! Ughh!”
Her tempting whisper invades my ears. Not just her words—other sounds pound my eardrums: Cum and be happy, bare your belly and submit, humiliating shit...
No!
Just grabbing and stroking, and I'm already going slack, about to fall? Where's my pride? This hyper-sensitive shrimp body doesn't matter if I keep my mind steel—
“Uguuuuh!”
Fingers and toes curl tight. Spine snaps straight from the insane pleasure waves. Volcanic cum erupts from my cock in massive volume.
Enough to coat Min Eunjeong's face, hair, and most of her tits—she's kneeling right there handling it.
“Guh!”
I'm not the only one shocked by the flood. Min Eunjeong wipes cum from her face with her arm, staring at me.
“Hahk, haaah, haaah...”
“Hah, this is insane. Totally nuts... Not just size, the volume... Perfect, heh.”
D-damn... No trace left of the nerdy bitch scared of my dick. Those black eyes gleam like... an eagle. A bird of prey eyeing food...
D-danger!
Stay here, and she'll grab me, fuck me to ruin!
“Wh-what's with those eyes?! Th-think I'll be scared? Huh? You idiot!”
“Heh.”
“Don't glare like a freak—answer me!”
“Heh heh.”
“Hey!”
Min Eunjeong stands, sucking cum off her soaked fingers. Like it's yogurt, savoring every bit...
“Hah, so thick... So, so delicious!”
“You psycho bitch! Why the fuck are you eating that?!”
“Hah, hah, the smell, the smell! My lower mouth too... Yeah, gonna slurp it with my pussy!”
“L-lower mouth? N-no way!”
Grip! She yanks my hair again. Drags me to the bedroom like a rooster from the coop.
“Y-you're crazy! I-I'm still a minor! This is wrong! Y-you're a hero!”
“Hero? Oh, right...”
Last-ditch appeal to her conscience. Body and mind are adult as fuck, but whatever—about to lose my virginity here.
“Yeah, you're just a kid. For now... But you're a villain... And mine now.”
“Still! Th-think of your conscience!”
“Conscience...”
Got her! Success! Handjob and now sloppy blow? Whatever, sparked that shred of conscience. Phew, safe for now. Gotta obey and not rile her up. Who knew "auntie" set her off like that.
“Huh?”
Ding! Alarm from the phone on the table. Min Eunjeong got friends? Her routine said no social life.
Anyway, she grabs it, unlocks, checks the message.
“Results are in.”
“Results?”
“Yeah, looked up your info, height, all that beforehand.”
“Wh-why the hell...?”
“'Cause you're my slave now.”
Min Eunjeong replies flatly, scrolling. Stares at the screen forever, then grins wide.
“You.”
“Uh, y-yeah? Ah! Y-yes?!”
“Younger than me.”
“Y-yeah.”
“By eight years.”
“What?”
“Eight years younger. You.”
“Hic, s-sis, you aren't... 20...?”
I cling to final hope.
“Nope.”
Min Eunjeong lunges at me.