Chapter 35 - Psycho Song Eun-hye (Complete)
The thick atmosphere crashes down in an instant. I feel the pressure of the heated air, writhing like a bug left under the blazing sun with its legs crushed.
"Don't do it!"
Song Eun-hye shakes her naked lower half violently right in front of my eyes. With every fierce motion, droplets of water splatter across my face.
"Doing this is bad, so bad! I said stop!"
I throw a childish tantrum without thinking, trying to block her movements. I figured she'd feel a pang of conscience and stop.
"Alright then, let's check out that cock first..."
Her face lights up like a kid tearing open a Christmas present on Christmas morning, full of eager anticipation. I twist my body desperately to hinder her from pulling down my pants.
"I told you to stay still."
Smack! As punishment, a sharp flick nails my forehead with a thud. The pain shakes my brain from side to side. My whole body goes limp in an instant, a brief paralysis seizing every muscle.
In that moment, Song Eun-hye yanks my panties off like she's ripping them apart.
"Gasp..."
From between the scraps of fabric still clinging on, my cock stands tall and proud. Veins bulge prominently along its length, thicker than two 500-won coins laid side by side. Even to me, it's a mystery how this monstrous thing is attached to such a small body. It's on the large side even normally, but before erection, it's small like an ordinary kid's.
Yeah, just like dried seaweed swelling twenty times its size when soaked in water—once my cock starts getting hard, it balloons to insane proportions.
This isn't a human body...
Even I have to admit, 'Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots' feels unnaturally pieced together in too many ways. A dick mismatched to this childish frame... It's like someone artificially crafted it, right?
"...I figured it'd be big from the outline, but not this big."
Gulp. For the first time, the crazed look on Song Eun-hye's face softens into something demure. Just from seeing my cock, her expression gradually flushes red.
"Not sure if this'll all fit. Whew, alright then."
Song Eun-hye lifts her hips slightly. An enormous gush of pussy juice drips down like watering a flower.
"No!"
But with my body paralyzed and only my mind alert, I can't stop her. Then comes the sound—squelch.
The lewd overture of a long, thick rod forcing its way into her tightly shut pussy.
"Hnn, hnnng♥"
Just the tip—barely a few centimeters in—and Song Eun-hye's already trembling, letting out uncharacteristic nasal moans that clash with her cool, chic face as she shakes her hips.
Squelch— The thick cock slides deeper inside. Its girth stretches her pussy wide to the sides.
"Haaaah..."
It's going in. Little by little, inch by inch. No lotion needed—her juices flow freely, slicking my shaft. The slippery pillar plunges right in.
In response, Song Eun-hye convulses like she's high on the strongest drug, her face twisting in ecstasy.
"Haaang, hnng, fucking amazing♥ Hnn, ohgoook♥"
"Ugh..."
Once my cock vanishes fully into her pussy, Song Eun-hye halts her relentless advance. Her body twitches and spasms, a clear sign of the massive orgasm ripping through her.
But I can't capitalize on her weakness. Even shaking like a leaf, her hips pin me firmly to the floor. With my frail body, I couldn't overpower her any more than a junkie or drunk.
"Heeeh, heeeuk..."
And even if I could muster the strength, I wouldn't dare. This cursed cock, weak to pleasure, itches like the skin's about to peel the moment it enters a pussy.
"Nngooot♥ Hnngit! Ohgoook♥"
A nonstop barrage of vulgar moans. Song Eun-hye's dropped the act of feigning indifference. Now that my cock's inside, she's expressing her emotions more vividly than anyone.
"Grroohk♥ Haauk♥ Nngook♥ Hnngiiiik♥"
"Heeeuk, don't... stoop..."
Just half. Half of my estimated 30cm monster—equivalent to a full normal cock—and she's already wailing nonstop.
Squelch— Craving even greater pleasure, perhaps? Her hips inch forward again, bit by bit.
Glurp, glurp— Air squeezes out from inside her pussy.
And finally—rrrip— something tears.
Her hymen... But why now?
The hymen's tissue at the vaginal entrance—normally torn after just the tip. So why at this depth?
Because she's a B-rank hero?
Definitely. B-rank and above superhumans have tougher bodies regardless of abilities. Some shrug off bullets from afar. So even a simple fibrous hymen is tough and resilient. No average guy's dick could tear it...
So this psycho chased pleasure despite the pain of her flesh ripping?
Tougher nutcase than I thought. A bad premonition tells me I chose the wrong plan...
"Agh!"
Rrrrip, screeech! A sharp cry, and her stubborn hymen finally shreds. Fresh blood from the rupture trickles eerily.
"Haaaang♥"
But she doesn't grimace or scream further. Whether it's just the joy of being impaled or sheer madness, she only lets out slurred moans.
"Aaaah..."
Squelch, pop! At last, my cock buries fully into her depths, kissing right up against her cervix. Her height means her pussy's deep too—no reaching the entrance.
"Hnn♥"
Squish—straight from the womb. I've heard heartbeats loud before, but a womb crying out this clearly? Unheard of.
And with that sound, astonishingly, her cervix descends slowly. Like a seasoned hunter pursuing a deer, her womb mouth lowers to suck every drop of my semen dry.
"Just now, my baby vault and baby battering ram kissed...♥"
A smile curls Song Eun-hye's lips. Grinning ear to ear, she strokes my face gently with her palm. My head still throbs from the flick—probably mild concussion—leaving my body twitching uselessly.
"Aggoo..."
"Hehe, so cute."
Song Eun-hye bends her upper body fluidly and slurp—her tongue licks deep and hot across my face. Filthy saliva drips down, staining the motel sheets. The act lacks any grace, but unconcerned, she laps greedily at my plump cheeks.
"Pah, wanna chomp these cheeks right off, but I'll hold back. Alright, cock—bon appétit!"
Squelch— The soft rub of flesh against skin, the sensation of my cock squeezed like in a thresher. Her entire pussy begs for my cum. My hips buck up involuntarily, but annoyed by the motion, she shoves them back down.
"Hnn."
Squelch, squelch, squelch— She shakes her waist endlessly, relentlessly. A motion screaming her intent to abuse my cock nonstop. Despite the fresh hymen blood still liquid, she shakes away—feeling no pain, only ecstasy.
Each thrust sends massive sprays of pussy juice everywhere. Even Min Eun-jeong's flood of a cunt wasn't this extreme.
"Oooht♥ Nngoooht♥ Groook♥ Nngoooot♥"
"Heeek, heeeuk, heguk..."
There's a proverb here: "The meek cat climbs the stove first." No idea what a stove is, but it means something like 'the quiet ones are the boldest.'
Song Eun-hye embodies it perfectly. The woman who faked zero emotion, speaking in that dry monotone—now impaled on cock, she's belting out raw moans and pistoning her hips.
"Ugh, uuu, nooo, not like thiiiis..."
And the most pathetic one here? Me. Crushed under this flip-flopping bitch, getting humiliatingly fucked.
Born a real man, pinned under a woman, cock raped. Unimaginable for my past self. In macho Russia, men raped by women were treated like kids, not adults. A proper man wouldn't get overpowered.
But now? What's happened to me? Has the world flipped upside down?
Mikhail, the ultimate macho devotee, getting raped.
"No waaay..."
Am I being punished? For killing innocent superhumans? Or beating up gays for no reason?
Is that why I'm in this hell? I never went to church after baptism, but I resent God so much.
"Me..."
Spurt!
And what I resent most? My body, cumming without warning.
"Hnnng♥ Haaaah..."
Song Eun-hye drops her head with a whoosh. Sweat drips from her hair like rain from leaves under a tree.
"One more round."
Song Eun-hye inflicts yet another humiliation on me.