Chapter 34 - Madwoman Song Eun-hye (2)
"No, this is moving way too fast.... Hold on, calm down a bit and listen to me...."
Ivan pleaded with her sincerely. He was utterly terrified by her face, which looked ready to devour him whole at any moment.
"My words don't even sound like words to you, huh? Hurry up and strip, I said! How dare a lowly cock like you talk back to your wife?"
The clear reason Song Eun-hye had lost all reason and gone completely insane was none other than Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots.
Ivan's semen had a potent aphrodisiac effect. Even Min Eun-jeong, who had stronger endurance and drug resistance than a normal person, had gone into heat the moment she tasted it and pounced on him. And after Ivan had been fucking Jeong Yeon-jeong nonstop, spewing it out in thick bursts for a while....
The scent had soaked into every inch of his body, turning him into a walking aphrodisiac.
"Get over here! You insolent little shit—how dare you defy your 'wife'?"
And Song Eun-hye was a woman who had hidden her emotions for far too long. They weren't spent; they'd just been tightly buried in a corner of her heart. The act of suppressing them had built up massive stress on its own. For years, without realizing it, she'd endured tremendous pressure while bottling it all up.
On top of that, she'd gone without releasing the huge backlog of pent-up lust. The sexual frustration that had accumulated since high school exploded all at once, twisting her mindset into that of a madwoman.
"A-aaah!"
Riiip! With just a few gestures, the clothes Ivan was wearing tore away effortlessly. A B-rank hero's grip strength could shred cloth like paper.
In an instant, Ivan was left in nothing but his panties. He stared up at her with trembling eyes. The feral gleam in her gaze burned even hotter, like she was about to eat him alive.
"Hey, your attitude's all wrong. Your wife comes home from work, and you're just lying there like an idiot? You think that's acceptable?"
"No, this ridiculous role-play doesn't make any—"
"Kneel. Now."
Crunch. Song Eun-hye seized a fistful of Ivan's golden hair. Any trace of her former cool composure was gone as she slammed him to the floor.
Utterly immersed in her role, she had no rationality left. All that remained was the primal urge to abuse the male in front of her—the one who'd driven her into heat.
"Kneel and apologize."
"Huh?"
"Right now! Get on your knees and smash your head into the ground."
Ivan, a Russian unfamiliar with Eastern customs like dogeza, didn't grasp just how humiliating her command was. But one look at Song Eun-hye's face—already twisted with lewd anticipation—told him it was something terrifying.
"A-apologize...? I didn't do anything wrong...."
"Didn't do anything wrong?"
From her perspective, that was utterly infuriating. Hadn't Ivan done plenty wrong?
"Ha, seriously...."
Song Eun-hye lifted her long, slender, perfectly maintained foot and stomped lightly on Ivan's abandoned stomach—thud.
"Hngh!"
To her, it felt as light as walking on feathers, but Ivan winced in pain, his face contorting as he gasped raggedly.
"Hiiik...."
"You're so fucking hot-looking, but you didn't give it to me. You said you'd marry me, but how dare you—dare—make me strip off my panties and fuck you raw."
Her silver hair swayed. Song Eun-hye wasn't even aware of what she was saying. Ivan's semen aphrodisiac was that powerful.
Her hands roamed all over his body.
"O-okay! I'll do it, I'll apologize! Just stop touching me like thaaat!"
"Fuck.... Look at how soft and squishy this body is.... Is this really a guy's?"
Over the past twenty years of explosive 'evolution,' women's bodies had toughened up, their muscles compact and dense despite their smaller size. So the stereotype had stuck: women's bodies were 'firm,' men's were 'soft.'
Of course, someone like Min Eun-jeong, with her intense special training, could achieve bounce rivaling old-school women.
"So soft and squishy.... Eugene's body felt just like this.... Even down to this, holy shit...."
It was truly impressive. Unlike typical men, Ivan's body was chewy and elastic, stretching deliciously the more she pulled. Could even a pro skincare specialist achieve this kind of firmness?
Overwhelmed with awe, Song Eun-hye kneaded his flesh greedily.
"I said I'm sorryyy! Th-that huuurts, don't pinch—ow, it huuurts!"
Squish, squish. Ignoring his protests, she groped him roughly. It was a poignant moment—the hero who'd once caught subway perverts reduced to the same treatment as Jeong Yeon-jeong.
"What are you apologizing for? Your body's the one doing wrong—can't you see that?"
"Y-yes?"
"Being so fuckable is the crime. Got it?"
"No.... That doesn't even make sense, ow ow! Don't pull!"
Her hands crept toward more intimate spots. She'd started with safe areas like calves and forearms, but now they targeted his ass and shoulders.
"Hiiik...."
The masochistic Ivan twisted under her lewd touch. She stroked his ass, thighs, shoulders—and finally reached his modest, cute chest by female standards.
"Guys have more to grab than I thought."
Squish, squish. She kept fondling the flour-white pecs.
Unable to help himself, Ivan balled his fists and pummeled her repeatedly.
"Tch."
Thud, thud. The feeble punches did no real damage, but they annoyed her enough. Irritated, Song Eun-hye grabbed his wrists, yanking them up and securing the other hand too.
"You insolent...."
She no longer saw Ivan as her little brother-like figure. To her, he was just a frustrating guy resisting her lust relief.
"I could smash your face in. You know my status means killing and burying a brat like you is nothing?"
It was blatant blackmail—words unfit for a hero sworn to protect citizens and uphold the law. More like rapist and victim banter.
She thought as much, yet didn't stop unbuttoning her pants.
"Aaah...!"
Out came silver panties matching her hair, the crotch faintly grayed—proof of her arousal.
"Gonna get raped again...?"
Ivan felt bewildered. His grand plan had been to use his charm, cock, and manly techniques (which he considered his best asset) to make this woman quit hero work and become his personal fucktoy.
But this? Far from her becoming his fucktoy, he hadn't imagined she'd pounce this fast.
"Suck."
Finally, even the damp panties vanished, revealing her pink pussy. Silver pubic hair framed it, glistening with lewd juices as it slowly advanced toward Ivan's mouth.
"Mmph!"
The first taste of pussy—sticky, fruity, with a tangy edge—smeared his lips. Unlucky for him, he parted them slightly to breathe.
"Mmmph!"
Song Eun-hye seized the gap, shoving her pussy juice straight in. An overwhelming flood poured down his throat. The obscene scent invaded his nostrils.
"Hnn...."
Just touching his tongue sent electric thrills to his brain. He'd thought instant orgasms from pussy in porn or hentai were exaggerated....
But she proved it real.
"There, now—"
She ground her face into mush, swaying her hips slowly. Her wide, easy-birth hips danced like Min Eun-jeong's.
"Nngh, haaang. Haaah, your mouth-cock is fucking insane, shit...."
Even her speech coarsened.
Ivan felt a faint sense of déjà vu. How was this rapist so much like the other women who'd assaulted him?
She didn't seem like a hero anymore.
"Mmph, slurp, nnngh, mmph!"
Pinned like a bug under a boot, Ivan couldn't budge. He slurped her pussy helplessly, reduced to her personal 'mouth-dildo.' She used his mouth mercilessly.
Terrifying as it was, each sticky drop made him suck greedily. As his mouth got raped, why was his crotch...?
It swelled, ballooning like it screamed he was enjoying this. His engorged cock evoked a king's mausoleum.
"Haa, haa, haaaang.... Amazing, fucking amaaazing...."
Her vulgarity ramped up instantly. Ivan wasn't just a cock monster—his whole body was laced with aphrodisiac, enough to vulgarize her in seconds.
And soon....
"Haaaaang!"
Gush, gush, gush. A torrent exploded, splattering Ivan's face and soaking his body.
"Sooo, shall we go deeeeper? Deeper, deeeeper...."
She laughed—ghoulish, obscene.