Chapter 39 - Imprisonment Rape Training (4)
'The effects are damn good.' Watching Ivan writhe on the floor from the pleasure, that's what I think.
The reason this guy—who'd been stubbornly clinging to his pride (more like showing off, really)—is now blushing and panting like this after just one fuck is none other than the porridge I fed him earlier.
'Heh heh...'
The ultra-potent aphrodisiac 'Cupid's Arrow', bought from the 'Witch Store'. Just one drop is enough to bring down even the sturdiest fortress of a man. Of course, it's illegal to buy because of its potency, so I shelled out over a hundred million won in a rush to snag four boxes. But to claim cute little Ivan for myself, it was worth every penny. And money's no object anyway—I can pay whatever it takes. Yeah, as long as I get to fuck Ivan however I want.
'Definitely worth the price.'
I didn't just drop one drop into his abalone porridge earlier—no, I poured in a whole spoonful. No wonder he's convulsing like this.
"Aghhh, M-Mommyyy...!"
Ivan twists and turns like a dog that's drunk pesticide, his body scorching hot and drenched in sweat. That sight is so fucking sexy. How does such a tiny brat radiate this much allure? My mouth waters; I'm going insane.
'Haa♥ He makes me want to go again right now...'
Seeing him suffer more, I feel my pussy flooding with juices, my lower half stuffed full of cum. Seriously, Ivan's gonna dehydrate me at this rate. Lately, I've been chugging water non-stop because of him.
'Heh heh, maybe I'll hold back a little for now.'
But! Jumping straight back in for another round is amateur hour. For smooth 'rape training', I decide to let him stew in his arousal a bit longer. Like a chef wrapping a fresh steak in foil to rest the juices for a few minutes. Yeah, resting Ivan.
"Up you go."
I unlock the iron chains binding his arms and legs, then scoop him up into my embrace. He's heavier than he looks—must be that ass. Come to think of it, he's got some nice padding. No wonder he felt so good squished under me during sex.
'He's perfect in every damn way...'
Instead of princess-carrying him, I slide my hands under his armpits and hoist him against my chest. Like that famous cat photo. Now that I think about it, Ivan's temperament is just like a cat's—mean and scratchy, but purrs and rubs against you when you pet him. Heh heh...
"T-Tickles, don't put your hands in my armpits...!"
Sure enough, his armpits are furnace-hot against my palms, radiating blistering heat. Leave them there too long and I'd get burned. Perfect for winter heating—just hug aphrodisiac-dosed Ivan.
"Let's head to the bedroom."
"Y-Yes...!"
After getting fucked so miserably earlier, he still wants more? There's a hint of eager anticipation in his voice. The drug's working wonders.
I climb the stairs and reach the bedroom in no time.
"Up you go. Lie down here."
A plush, snow-white bed. Expensive sheets I bought just for this day. Normally, I crash on a thin blanket on the hard floor, but I went all-out soft so his tender body wouldn't bruise.
"Now then..."
I straddle Ivan as he lies there, belly exposed. His face lights up with expectation, and when I flash my crotch, he instinctively spreads his legs a bit.
'Hnn...'
That adorable sight soaks my pussy. My womb throbs, demanding I mount him and abuse that cock right now.
"Let's sleep."
"Huh?"
"You must be tired from the intense fuck earlier. Just sleep. Come here—I'll hold you."
"N-No, but..."
He thought I'd fuck him right here? His pale face flushes with confusion. But where's the fun in that?
I lie down and pull the flustered Ivan into my arms. His small frame slips right in. To keep him from bolting, I drape my leg over him and tuck his head right under my nose. Even after two days without a proper wash, his hair wafts a sweet scent. How to describe it...? Apple mixed with orange?
'Anyway, even his smell is cute.'
It's not some childish candy whiff—it's a grown-up fruity perfume vibe. Such a turn-on. But! Patience is key. Fortune favors the patient, right?
"Night night."
"Ughhh... Why aren't we, whyyy...?"
I toy with his pouty face and drift off to sleep.
Fucking hell, what the shit did that bitch put in the food earlier?!
It feels like someone's lit a fire inside my body. This gross, burning sensation like my flesh is cooking. And with Song Eun-hye hugging me so tight in her sleep, our skin sticks together, sweat pouring out more and more.
'And my dick's swollen huge...'
She started this—shouldn't she finish it? She turns me into a horny mutt and then just leaves me hanging?!
'Evil bitch...'
She's the worst kind of sadist. Even Min Eunjeong vented her lust on me without making my body hurt. She treated me like a precious treasure—fed me delicious food, bathed me daily, handled me with kid gloves like royalty.
But what the hell is Song Eun-hye doing? Locking me up, feeding me weird shit to torment me. Like fucking Stalin without the mustache...
First, to escape this whiskerless dictator, I carefully wriggle out of her embrace.
'Her leg too, somehow...'
I grunt and push at the long leg draped over me. Women's strength outdoes men's now, and her muscles are denser than they look—heavy as hell. It takes a natural, sluggish pace, burning five whole minutes to shove it off.
"Huuu..."
Finally free. A sigh escapes me automatically.
'Maybe sneak to the kitchen for some water...'
I want to bolt outside right now, but did she really drag me to the bedroom without precautions? There must be something. Better play it cool instead of rushing.
'...Man, what a slutty body.'
As I head for the door, my eyes lock onto Song Eun-hye's figure. Not as stacked as Min Eunjeong's, but her tits are above average. Toned waist like she works out, wide hips—no flaws, perfect curves.
'So hot, so fucking hot... Yeah, hot...'
Something... something's stirring inside me. Like a voice in my head egging me on. Ngh, I shouldn't... But my hands keep drifting toward her body. Sure, I've got urges too—staring at this gets me lewd thoughts...
'Damn it!'
This isn't me! It's not my fault. She fucked me senseless before, then suddenly ghosts?...
'Haa...'
Panting hard, like the other women, I climb onto Song Eun-hye's body. My small frame won't hurt her much.
'Starting with these slutty tits...'
Usually crushed in her face or forced into my mouth—now I can grope freely. I slowly lift her top.
'This whore... Sleeping without a bra?'
Peeling up the white tee reveals massive teardrop tits with pink tips. Huge, yet they defy gravity—no sag, perfect shape.
'Let's touch...'
Squish, squish—I knead the milky orbs with both hands. Soft, springy texture wraps my fingers. Like touching a cloud? The more I squeeze, the better it feels...
'Haa, haaa...'
But my mood doesn't improve. No—my lust isn't sated. I glance down. Sluttily, she's in black panties instead of pants.
'Gulp...'
If I'm relieving it, might as well do it right...
I slide down her belly, pull down my pants, free my grotesquely swollen cock.
"Huff... huff..."
Breathing ragged, I place my hand on her black panties. The crotch is damp and musky... I lay my dick on top.
"Ngh!"
Just touching her pussy lips sends peak pleasure stabbing my brain. My body jerks wildly. The itchy tingle at my glans makes me shake my head and pull away.
'Just touching feels this good... What if I shove it in...?'
Gulp—saliva swallows hard. Anticipation numbs my reason.
'Wait, this is right—me on top.'
Yeah... Since when do women mount men and fuck their cocks? Nature's way: woman below, man on top. Who the hell does she think she is, squashing a man with that fat ass?
'Perfect timing... Time to show her who's boss.'
My original plan: make Song Eun-hye my sex slave, addicted and lost without me. Thought it'd never happen, but this golden opportunity...
Heh heh, let's turn this bitch into a real female.
"Dig in!"
I slowly peel down her panties. Her pink pussy greets me. Pressing my tip to the entrance...
"Puhuhu, gotcha!"
"Waaah!"
Song Eun-hye bolts up—thought she was asleep—grabs me, slams me onto the bed, and mounts me.
'What?'
Just like that, I'm back under her.