Chapter 38 - Confinement Rape Training (3)
“Delivery for Song Eun-hye!”
As the daughter of a businessman who'd grown up filthy rich—and having piled up assets worth hundreds of billions as a hero—Song Eun-hye had no clue how to cook something as basic as porridge. So she'd ordered delivery.
“Already here?”
As a VVIP member of the Yogiyo delivery super-pass, Song Eun-hye could get her food in under five minutes after ordering. She threw on a coat haphazardly, then locked chains around Ivan's limbs again—he was lying there with grains of rice stuck to his mouth—and climbed the basement stairs.
“Yes, porridge emperor set, 50,000 won payment assist…. H-huh?!”
The delivery guy froze the instant he saw Song Eun-hye's face as she opened the door. No wonder he was shocked. Song Eun-hye was a B-rank hero whose fame spread far and wide. Without sunglasses and a hat pulled low, she couldn't even walk down the street thanks to her massive popularity.
That popularity stemmed from various reasons, but the biggest was her rare combination of stunning beauty and overwhelming strength as a superhuman.
Whoa, shit…. That's Song Eun-hye. Does she live around here? Fuck, she's gorgeous….
In this gender-reversed world, men didn't have the same sexual urges as in the old one, but they still admired overwhelming beauty. It was instinct, beyond mere sexual concepts. So even this low-tier delivery guy falling for Song Eun-hye's looks was only natural.
Should I ask for her number?
In modern society, heroes occupied the top-tier spots once held by celebrities. Would a regular person ever dare ask a celeb for their digits? In that sense, this porridge delivery boy had some serious balls.
“Um, excuse me, could I maybe get your phone number….”
“Terminal.”
“Pardon?”
“Your terminal. Hand it over.”
But she brushed him off effortlessly. No polite rejection, no reaction at all—just treating his pathetic male courtship like it was nothing.
“Ah….”
Cold hard reality. Song Eun-hye stared at him with an icy expression devoid of any emotion. He quietly handed over his device.
“…Payment complete.”
“Yeah.”
She didn't treat him harshly out of malice. As everyone knew, Song Eun-hye was a woman who'd lost her emotions after her little brother's incident. To her, regular males were just like any other organism—no feelings involved. Like how a normal person passes by a plain rock on the road, she saw the delivery guy as roadside gravel.
Of course, there was one exception.
Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots—his cock and cum—brought out more emotion in her than anyone else.
“W-well, then….”
The delivery guy, bound by duty to be polite to VVIPs, bowed and turned to leave, but the door had already slammed shut with a bang, radiating cold silence.
“Ah….”
Poor guy stood there blankly for a while, even though he had more deliveries to make.
“Not sure if Jeonbuk porridge suits your taste. Whatever, you're a foreigner who speaks Korean well, so you'll probably like Korean food fine.”
Song Eun-hye spouted baseless nonsense as she tore open the packaging and showed it to me.
Kasha?
Kasha was a staple from my Russian homeland—boiled grains like barley made into a mushy paste, mixed with butter or pork back fat called salo.
Korea has something similar. Feels a bit different, though….
But what she held out was pure white kasha, without a single strip of pork fat salo. Did she think I was Ivan Denisovich or something? Giving this to me?
There was a clam-like thing smack in the center, sure. But real kasha needed to be greasy as hell. Serving me this bland slop fit for imprisoned convicts….
After all that pussy-licking I did for her.
This is straight-up blueballing me….
Vicious bitch, evil bitch, nasty bitch…. Holding food hostage like this. My stomach was already killing me from starvation, and now she planned to wring me dry after feeding me this?
Wicked witch of a woman….
“Ahh~ Say ahh~”
“Ugh….”
“I know you don't like it, but if you don't eat now, nothing till dinner. And I'll keep milking you till then. Better eat this at least, right?”
“A-alright…. I'll eat.”
Damn it, no choice. My stomach was screaming for anything. I shoveled the bland white kasha into my mouth.
“Oh!?”
And the taste was way beyond expectations. Maybe two days of starvation helped, but this “bland porridge” hit my wrecked gut perfectly.
Especially the abalone—wait, yeah, abalone. It had this rich, soothing flavor that cut through the plainness just right.
“Ooh!”
I gaped my mouth like a baby bird, devouring every spoonful Song Eun-hye scooped up. I ate so fast she could barely keep up. The massive white tub of porridge hit the bottom in no time.
“Huuu….”
A truly satisfying meal after so long. It even reminded me of home. Damn good. With food in my belly, the dizziness faded away.
“All gone already? Hehe, tasted better when I fed you myself, huh?”
“…Yeah.”
Humiliating, but the porridge she gave me was legit tasty. Who knew.
But that didn't make her any less loathsome! After what she'd done, she deserved a beating to death.
Why's my body getting all warm, though….
Food too hot? My temperature was rising, a lazy drowsiness creeping in.
“Well then, time for my meal now?”
“Huh? Why're you looking at me like that…. W-wait! Why're you taking my clothes off?!”
Slowly, my clothes came off completely, exposing my skin. Song Eun-hye smacked her lips, stripped her pants, and straddled me.
“You ate the white stuff, so it's only fair I eat mine.”
“That makes no sense!”
Ignoring me, she wiggled her hips, aligning my glans with her pussy. Then she slid down with a squelch.
“Hng♥ Huuung♥”
Schluuuurp—my cock plunged into her hot folds, the sticky squelch of her pussy flesh yielding. A sound I knew all too well.
And without my say-so, my body welcomed it, shaking eagerly. Because every time that obscene noise hit my ears, jolts of pleasure stabbed through me.
My flesh was already conditioned like Pavlov's dog to the sensation of being raped.
“Nooo….”
Like a helpless rabbit being devoured. Song Eun-hye's eyes gleamed with predator hunger as she slowly rocked her hips up and down.
“Huu♥ Hnguu♥ Squelch♥ Perfect♥ Your cock's so fucking huge, Ivan, it's warping my pussy shape♥”
“Auuu…. We can't keep doing this, huuu….”
Her lewd moans and filthy words bombarded me like artillery, each one caressing my ears. Ah, fuck, we really shouldn't—stop saying no and just make her quit raping me….
Any more and I'll go insane….
Damn it!
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp—Song Eun-hye, the pro-rapist who'd mastered devouring my dick, shook her hips relentlessly.
“Nngooooh!♥ Ooooh!♥ Nnnghooo!♥”
“Stop, I said no…. My, my head's going weird….”
“Haaah♥ Shaking your hips while saying that? How'm I supposed to hold back? This is your fault for getting horny. Haaa♥”
Spluuurtch, spluuurtch, spluuurtch.
Loud wet slaps echoed. Bound hand and foot with no freedom to move, I could only take the pleasure she force-fed me nonstop.
My head, my mind—going white…. Just like back then, when Min Eun-jeong raped me in the gym and I swore to be her fucktoy….
“Ahh….”
My resolve weakens. Even after Park Se-yeon and Jeong Yeon-jeong raped me senseless, I'd held out fine….
But breaking to this woman? No, fuck, someone help—
“Huu, huuung♥ Creampie me, yeah♥ Fill my pussy with your thick baby batter, all sticky and goopy. I'll give birth, get knocked up by your shota cock, have tons of your kids, hnguut!”
“S-stop, no more dirty talk like thaaat….”
“You know? I quit being a hero today♥ Gonna get pregnant on your cock, nng♥ So take responsibility and knock me up right now?”
“Nooo, no way! I can't anymore….”
Spuuuurt, spluuurt, splurt!Spluuuush spluuuush spluuuush!
A long, endless ejaculation. I felt the nutrients I'd just eaten draining into my cock—chilling. I flailed my arms to shove her off, but the chains held firm.
In the end.
Mmwah.
She even sealed it with a finishing kiss. Like a hunter claiming her prey, she declared the end.
E-rank Hero: Defeat Two or More
📍 A higher-rank hero defeated. Quest completed ahead of schedule.
200 VP or Double-Barrel Shotgun
The quest completion popped up late, but it was already too much.
“Huu, take good care of me from now on.”
I couldn't even respond to that.