Chapter 40 - Confinement Rape Conditioning (Complete)
"Nooo!"
Ivan shrieked in horror at the sudden drop in altitude, stomping his feet like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Hee hee…."
But Song Eun-hye found even that adorable. She lowered her upper body and slowly dragged her long tongue across his face. Something slimy and disgusting slithered from his chin all the way up to his temples.
"H-How?! Your breathing was definitely that of someone asleep! How the hell did you wake up?!"
The breathing discernment technique he'd honed back in his mafia days—a martial art supposedly created by some female fighter long ago—had been utterly foiled. Ivan could only seethe with rage. Seeing a skill he'd trusted get dismantled like this crushed what little pride he had left. It was unbearable.
"You're an idiot, right? Duh, I was faking it, you moron."
"N-No, nooo!"
"Anyway, you've gotten so slutty…. Charging at my body like that first thing. Should I praise you or punish you?"
Of course, this was all Song Eun-hye's setup. While Ivan had been out cold for two days straight, she'd bought a book called How to Train a Man and put one of its techniques to use.
"Huh? Come on, say it with your own mouth. Should I tie your arms and legs right here and fuck you senseless? Or let it slide?"
First, get the man aroused no matter what. The book recommended using drugs or various caresses for this. Then, don't have sex with him. Instead, leave him hanging somewhere else until he gets desperate and comes charging at you first.
How diabolical! The author claimed to have turned ten men into sex slaves this way. Terrifying.
"Spit it out, come on~"
"Ugh, d-don't do weird shit to my face…."
Plap, plap. Song Eun-hye stamped her pussy down on Ivan's chubby, rice-cake cheeks like an ink stamp. Each time, pussy juice squirted out with a splat, splattering his face.
"I said say it. What do you want?"
Plap, plap. Every tap of her pussy against his face twisted it in agony. When her silver pubes stabbed his eyes or cheeks like needles, he wore an expression more miserable than any boy's should be.
"Hmph, no fun…. Ah, how about this? Hup."
Song Eun-hye decided to heed the devilish impulse whispering in her mind. She hoisted Ivan up from below and plopped him back on top of her. Wiping his bewildered face with her thumb, she raised both hands above her head, spread her legs wide, and exposed her pussy in all its naked glory.
"Go on, give it a try."
"Ugh!"
The leisure of the strong. A lion, king of the green plains, hunts a rabbit dozens of times smaller at full throttle—no mercy, no ease. Song Eun-hye had once watched a genetically revived lion in the zoo and thought it foolish. If you're the king, why bother hunting? Just collect tribute.
"Go on, give it a try."
So this little rabbit in front of her didn't need to fear. She was the queen of this space. With that thought, she flashed a relaxed smile.
'This arrogant bitch!'
Our rabbit, Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots, caught her intent immediately and boiled with fury. Trampling his pride was bad enough, but now she was looking down on him and shoving her pussy in his face? Unforgivable. He had to teach her a lesson with his cock right now.
With that in mind, he pressed his rock-hard mega-cannon against her dripping pink slit.
"Ugh…."
Schlick, schliiick—rubbing the tip against her entrance, grinding it back and forth. Song Eun-hye's hips trembled ever so slightly.
'This cock-teasing cunt….'
Arrogance swelled in Ivan. One good thrust, and he'd conquer her in a single stroke.
'Y-Yeah! Like this! Heh heh, just ram it in.'
Aiming precisely at the entrance, he pressed and prodded with his hips, trying to force it inside. He strained to shove the glans in bit by bit….
'Huh? Why, why won't it go in?! She's not even a virgin! Argh…! So fucking annoying!'
Impatience set in. It felt like it'd never get in, not in a lifetime. Ivan glanced at Song Eun-hye's face.
"Pfft."
That mocking sneer…. As if it screamed, That all you got with a monster like that? It pissed him off.
"You, you! Let's see how long you can keep that smug look! Yeah, roll your eyes back or whatever!"
"Hee hee."
"Arghhh!"
Plap, plap. Ivan shook his hips, thrusting in and pulling out repeatedly, desperate to penetrate. But no matter how hard he tried, it just hung at her entrance.
"Dumbass~."
"Aaaah!"
Not an inch inside. Furious, Ivan pounded the bed with his tiny fists like a drum.
"Gonna surrender?"
"Surrender ain't in my dictionary!"
"Ooh, really?"
Schlick, schlick—he grabbed his cock again and rubbed it against her entrance. Smearing her juices on his perineum for lube, he tried to slide in.
"Why, why won't it go in?!"
His massive rod refused to budge. Song Eun-hye's overwhelming pussy grip blocked any intrusion.
"Yawn, getting sleepy. Wanna just declare surrender?"
"No, ugh! Just need to get it in! Why won't it go?!"
Despair. The faint hope of survival had been snuffed out again, plunging the rabbit into utter hopelessness.
"Why, whyyy…."
The sweat trickling down Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots's back—was it from exhaustion, or cold realization?
'This can't be happening! Me, failing to conquer this woman with this huge cock?!'
Utter despair birthed denial. Wanting to escape this nightmare, Ivan stopped rubbing and turned away.
'R-Run! Thinking I could beat a woman like her with my dick was stupid from the start!'
Finally grasping reality—but way too late to turn things around.
"That's surrender, right?"
Song Eun-hye lightly grabbed his nape, yanked him, and slammed him onto the sheets. The luxury mattress caught him without a scratch.
"Nooo!"
Having squandered his chance, Ivan flailed wildly. A chance that vanished after appearing felt even more tragic than none at all.
"Look, this is how you put a cock in a pussy…."
SCHLURP—a master at pussy insertion, Song Eun-hye lifted her ass and slammed down, swallowing his cock whole in one go.
"Aaaaaah!"
And the crashing wave of pleasure…. With his body far more sensitive than usual, Ivan tasted insane ecstasy from his engulfed dick.
"N-Nooo… p-pussy, no, not like this, if you fuck me, I…."
His once-fiery voice faded like a dying flame, shrinking to whimpers.
Undeterred, Song Eun-hye rocked her hips, savoring every sensation.
"Ah, ah…."
Schluck, schluck, schluck—her movements shook Ivan's body too. Numb to his own powerlessness, he offered no resistance, meekly taking the pounding.
"Hee hee…."
Slowly, Song Eun-hye stroked his face. His fading gaze was so beautiful. She grabbed his chin, turned his head to face her.
"How's it feel, hnng♥? That hard-won chance, huuuh♥, gone to waste like trash, ahaaang♥, you lost, right♥?"
"Ah…."
He couldn't respond. Retorting to that humiliation might snap the fragile thread holding his sanity together.
"From now on, live only as my sex vending machine♥ Only give your seed to me, huuuh♥. Got it? No thoughts, just stare at me forever♥"
"N-No, I don't wanna, that'll make everything weird, huu…."
"Too late for that♥"
As she said, his body betrayed him utterly. Drenched in potent aphrodisiac, Ivan's flesh surrendered to pleasure, mind numbing as it betrayed its master. Obey this woman. Only she can carry your genes. Without orders, he bucked his hips and lewdly met her lips in a kiss.
'I… I don't even know anymore….'
He'd endured Min Eun-jeong's reverse mating press, but this aphrodisiac assault was unavoidable.
"Say it! Who’s your master?!"
"Sis… it's sis…."
"Hnng, huuuh♥ Who's your sis?"
"Eun-hye… Song Eun-hye sis…."
And soon after—
"Ugh!"
Spurt, spuuurt! A violent ejaculation erupted, pumping deep inside. As if reacting to his sex-slave oath, his cock fired earlier than usual.
"Haaa♥ Already one load? Well, plenty of time—we can play all night."
Having quit hero work to live solely for cock, Song Eun-hye had more time than anyone. Enough to fully condition Ivan, at least.