Chapter 41 - Ivan on the Verge of Male Corruption. (Illustration present)
"Fuck...."
The room was a wreck—even by my standards, it looked worse than a goddamn pigsty. The pristine white sheets had soaked up so much fluid—cock juice or endless sprays of pussy nectar—that they'd turned a dingy gray. Clumps of wadded tissues lay scattered everywhere, evoking tumbleweeds from those old 20th-century Westerns.
"Tch, guess I'll have to buy a new one."
Song Eun-hye surveyed the mess without a hint of disgust. Instead, she just clicked her tongue at the bed leg that had finally snapped after a night of relentless shaking.
"Last night was so good, though, Ivan."
"Ugh...."
"Hehe, no need to tremble like that."
She gently stroked my face with her hand, and as usual, I didn't resist—just accepted it meekly. My body felt too drained to fight back anyway, and part of me feared refusing would lead to a repeat of yesterday's hell.
Scary bitch....
I was starting to find Song Eun-hye genuinely terrifying.... Even if that weird drug she'd fed me was what made me say all those filthy things.
She'd seized the chance to force every humiliating phrase out of me. Like kneading my ass while asking how it felt to become her personal fuck-toilet—and recording it to set as her ringtone. Or laying me across her lap and spanking my cheeks while making me confess to lewdly wiggling my ass like some slut.
This woman's fucking insane....
Thanks to her, my pale ass had turned bright red. Where the hell was there even to hit on a fragile body like mine?
I barely managed to lift my limp hand and place it on my ass, hoping to rub away the pain—but I didn't have the strength for that much.
"Still sore from yesterday? Can't even muster any strength in your hands. All it took was getting fucked by your massive horse cock, huh?♥"
Song Eun-hye slowly caressed my crotch. True to form, my oblivious dick swelled back to life with superhuman vigor at her touch.
"Aaah!♥ Getting hard again already!♥"
Just like last night, she climbed on top of me. Her top was already off, so her naked upper body loomed over me, tongue flicking out ominously.
"Mmm, delicious...."
Schlurp, schlurp— Like a baby nursing at its mother's breast, she latched onto my nipple and sucked away.
A huge woman glued to my tiny frame, doing something this absurd. Revulsion surged through me, and I decided to speak up.
"Don't do that filthy shit to me!"
Of course it didn't feel good. I'm not some woman whose tits are an erogenous zone—there's no way I'd moan from this crap.
I glared at her with bulging eyes, opting for 'peaceful resistance' against her depraved antics. Like Gandhi, the figure I admired most as a kid.
"Schlurp, sluuuurp.... No idea why no milk's coming out. I'm sucking so hard."
"I said stop...."
"Stop? You don't want me sucking on these cute, squishy little tits of yours?"
She murmured with a pitiful expression, like she'd been unfairly treated. I furrowed my brows and shot back.
"Hmph, looks like you don't like having your mouth serve me like this."
Song Eun-hye stroked my hair. But that gentle touch soon turned rough.
"You said you'd serve your Mistress yesterday, didn't you?"
Yank— She grabbed my hair again. Rising from the bed, she yanked me upright by force. I groaned in pain, summoning nonexistent strength just to hold myself up.
"Huh? Why fight back? You really want to get punished?"
Her vibe turned vicious in an instant, her face flipping like a switch as she started threatening me. The pull on my scalp was excruciating.
"Aaagh...."
"You swore naked on your knees last night. So why pull this shit now?"
Her face twisted in accusation. Anyone who knew her as an emotionless ice queen would be shocked to see this.
"Huh?"
Crunch— Her fist clenched white and small, but I knew the monstrous power it packed.
"I-I'm sorry...."
Thwack! My apology came too late. Song Eun-hye showed no mercy, even to a little guy like me. The punch slammed dead into my gut.
"Guhack...."
I couldn't even scream properly, collapsing right there. Thud—I felt her foot on the back of my head.
"Huh? Why say stuff like that? It hurts my feelings."
I looked up. Her bare pussy stared back, framed by trimmed pubes and dried cum stains. Even in agony, it looked insanely erotic.
"Guess I have no choice. Didn't wanna start the morning like this, but...."
Her foot shifted from my head to my chin, forcing it up. Fearing another hit, I forced a smile without grimacing.
"There, that's better."
Flipped like a frog. A bruise was already blooming purple where she'd punched me.
"Hnnngh!♥"
One glance at my dick, and her fierce scowl melted into a flushed, female haze. Hard to believe this blushing vixen was the same woman who'd looked ready to kill.
Watching her face change so fast, I thought she was like a matryoshka doll.
"Then...."
Song Eun-hye bent her knees, aimed my tip at her entrance, and lowered herself. Moments later—
Squelchhh— I felt my cock sink into her pussy with a wet pop.
"Haaahng, so gooood!♥"
Her lewd moans drilled into my ears. I couldn't even enjoy it. Squelch, squelch—every thrust made the bruise on my gut scream in pain. Like a rock lodged under my abs' membrane.
Aaah....
Pathetic. The infamous mafia boss Mikhail, getting punched by a woman and raped into submission.
But what dragged me deeper into the gutter was—
"Haaaah...."
Even now, pleasure and lust for this woman surged through me. The latter was constant, sure—but the former....
"Hng, ung, haaa!♥ Your cock's so tiiight!♥"
"Not so rooough!"
Squelchhh, squelchhh— Yet she held back, no extra cruelty. Instead, she giggled at my suffering.
She was a demon—didn't that word fit? But here I was, falling for a woman like that....
"How's it feel? Getting endlessly fucked by the woman who saved you? From now on, you're my personal cum dump, staring only at me forever."
Her eyes burned with thick possessiveness, making my skin crawl with itchiness. Was I hooked on women....?
I never knew such a crazy kink lurked under my frozen heart.
Aa....
Squelch, squelch, squelch— Song Eun-hye pistoned upward relentlessly. I counted ceiling patterns, waiting for it to end.
"Hnnngh!♥ You should thank me. I awakened your natural talent."
"Talent...?"
"Yeah, the talent for looking so fuckable that women can't resist railing you. Every time you cum in big sis's pussy, say thanks, got it?"
Absurd bullshit. She made it sound like I craved her pussy.
I decided to give the response she deserved.
"Yesss, I'll thank you every time I shoot my load in your wet, twisty cunt...."
"That's right, good boy, hehe.... So, Ivan—now that I've done this, what do you say?"
Spurt, spuuurt— As if on cue, my cock erupted deep inside her. Was it screaming for me to submit to this bitch?
"Th-thank youuu. Please use your cock-food dick lots from now onnn...."
"Got it! I'll fuck your cock-food dick so much? Won't call you Ivan anymore. 'Cock rat' suits you better."
Aaah, fuck it all. Might as well surrender to this woman and relax.
Not that I'd give up revenge. Losing that would make me nothing....
Just... I won't try escaping while she fucks me.... I.... I'm....
Ivan Sergeevich Ivanots....
Am not! I'm not some puny-dicked twink—I'm Mikhail Kabrachi Kurilpski!
It felt like a curtain lifting from my mind. Not refreshing, but my eyes snapped open with clarity.
Why the hell did I say all that?
Like invisible strings had puppeteered me. I shook my head fiercely, snapping back to reality, and glared at Song Eun-hye again.
"Cock rat. I've got a gift for you today."
Resolving to obey her words as much as possible, I listened intently.
