Chapter 37 - Imprisonment Rape Training (2)
“Nngh…”
I wake up to the creepy sensation of someone kneading my buttocks. My throat feels like it's splitting open in agony—either I've been asleep for ages, or I've caught a cold in the meantime.
“Oh, you're awake?”
Song Eun-hye greets me with a delighted face, that fucking bitch. I try to bolt upright and dash for the open door behind her, but—
Clank.
My arms and legs are already chained to the wall with iron shackles, leaving me utterly immobile.
Damn bitch. When the hell did she do this?!
When did she chain me up? And where the fuck am I, anyway? Judging by the musty smell and lack of light, it feels like a basement… Min Eunjeong kept me locked in a sunlit bedroom when she imprisoned me, not some dingy underground hole… Wait, was that even imprisonment? Or just her raping and training me in the bedroom?
“Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots.”
“…”
“Way too long a name for my little brother, don't you think?”
She's already figured that out? Smart as hell—wish I could applaud her insight, but my arms are bound, so no dice. Instead, I glare at her, my way of giving praise.
“And your face is different. Your body's a bit smaller too. Yujin was at least 160cm, tall like our dad.”
“I see. Didn't it occur to you that the eye color or hair might be different too?”
“And most tellingly… Yujin's dick was tiny. I used to bathe him as a kid, so I know that part well…”
I'm speechless. Song Eun-hye looks down at me with that brazen, icy gaze, and I'm so pissed I could explode. How long is she gonna keep up this act? She got off on me, after all.
“So, shouldn't you let me go? You know I'm not your brother… I won't report you anywhere. Please?”
Technically, I can't report her given my situation, but still. Doesn't this cute, pitiful boyish gaze from me deserve some mercy?
“Hm.”
Did it work? She pauses kneading my ass cheek. Oh, is she actually gonna let me off? Her eyes are different from that psycho mode yesterday—maybe as a 'hero,' she's a bit more reasonable.
“Please… My parents will worry if I'm not home. I have school tomorrow too.”
I strain my eyes, thinking of Mom's death… Nah, overused that one, no tears. Okay, then the family massacre…
Got it!
Tears stream down. I can cry on command if I try. Damn, someone give this mafia boss an Oscar.
As my crocodile tears flow, Song Eun-hye's frozen expression cracks.
“Heh.”
Back to that lewd face. She grins like a kid eyeing a tasty treat, laughing at my tears.
This is a hero? Hell, a human with feelings?
“You crying is turning me on so fucking much. Maybe punch you a few times next time we fuck…”
“Huh?”
“Nah, forget it. Anyway, you.”
Her tone shifts, rich with emotion unlike before. She rummages in her pocket and pulls something out.
“School? Don't lie. You're an adult.”
“...?”
“Found your ID in your pocket.”
Oh right, Park Seyeon gave me a fake ID to avoid suspicion! Song Eun-hye must've seen it— she pulls out my tattered pants scraps from her pocket, fishes out the wallet, and shows the ID.
“See? You're 25.”
“What?”
“Total scammer… Pretending to be innocent, shaking that ass in public like some middle or high schooler. 25? You cocky little shota fraud!”
25? I'm 22… That crazy Park Seyeon made me an adult to ease her guilt! Fuck, now I'm screwed!
“I'm overlooking it because of that ass. Know that? I could shove my pussy in your mouth right now, but I'm holding back.”
“Ugh…”
“Say thanks if you get it. Or I'll fuck you raw.”
“Th-thank you…”
What a dogshit bitch. But I'm weak to the strong, so I obey. Humiliating… My throat hurts, and my stomach's oddly empty. Defying her here means no food or water—my body's already suffering.
Grrroooowl. Right on cue, my pale belly rumbles like an alarm.
“Hungry, huh? Makes sense.”
“Haha…”
“Only thing you've had is my pussy juice, and it's been two days already. Prepping the room took time, so I skipped feeding you. My bad.”
“What?”
Two days? So I've been out for two whole days? My head's been throbbing…
No way. Even exhausted, who sleeps two days straight? Wait—don't tell me!
I lick every corner of my parched mouth. Soon, I find something sticky and plastic-like by my molars.
Ptoo.
Nothing to eat for two days, yet something's left? It's pill casing remnants. She crushed and swallowed them after chewing.
“Heh heh.”
“Y-you bitch…”
“Must be starving, but still glaring? Still?”
You evil bitch, evil bitch, EVIL BITCH! Doesn't she know threatening with food is the lowest scum move? Even in my mafia days, I fed and watered torture victims properly! Society's gone so ruthless.
“No such thing as a free lunch, right? If you want food and water from me from now on… You know.”
“Ugh…”
“I'll unchain you, so suck hard. How desperate you are decides portion size.”
Back to winter-cold cruelty toward the weak. I rub my freed wrists and stare between her now-naked legs.
Still pretty pink, tight despite the pounding—not deformed or gaping, lips firmly shut. If pussies had grades, Song Eun-hye's is top-tier. Hard to believe that thing milked my dick.
“Not hungry?”
“O-okay… I'll do it. Happy?”
Wrists numb, head and gut aching. Long sleep's making my vision flicker. But failing to satisfy her here? I might actually die… Though she'd probably stop short of that.
Haaah…
I bury my face in her pussy. Before my lips touch, her moist folds hydrate my cracked ones.
Quenching thirst on her pussy juice… What a humiliating fix. But my body disagrees—it starts slurping greedily.
“Haaaah♥ Already love my pussy, huh, my sweet Ivan…”
Slurp, slurp, glug, glug, haaah… Gulp.
Sweet. Her juice tastes so sweet. My drought-cracked throat moistens like parched mud after rain. The more I suck, the more she gives—honest as hell.
Delicious, delicious…
Why? Better than any drink, whiskey, or vodka. To get more faster, I lap up and down, devouring.
“Nngh, yes, perfect. Shake that fat ass while you suck. You know how to turn a girl on… My Ivan's a pussy-pleasing genius.”
Slurp, mmph…
“Yeah, deeper inside… Nngh, haaah♥”
I suck every drop, eyes up at her. She's flushed, gazing down. She strokes my hair slowly, face beaming with joy—like she wants to devour me. Bad memories of her rape flood back, tormenting me.
But stopping now? No telling when she'll give more hydration… Modern women hoard pussy juice like Amazon plants. Normal girls would dehydrate from this flow.
Or maybe superhumans don't die from pussy floods.
Lucky for me, anyway. I'd be delirious from thirst otherwise.
“Haa, haaang, haaah♥”
Her stroking speeds up. Thighs trembling—she's about to squirt. Normally, I'd dodge, but now? I gape wide, ready to guzzle.
“Here it comes—drink every drop. Spill one, hehe…”
Mmph, mmph!
Then pussy juice erupts, slamming my throat. Straight to my stomach, endless.
Glug, glug, glug, guuuulp…
No one ordered it, but I chug desperately. Can't waste a drop.
Pahaa…
“Hehe, drank it all like a good boy? Good job. Perfect face decoration too.”
She plucks a curly silver hair from my face—pubes, obviously.
“First meal in two days—porridge it is.”
She grins wickedly.