The Indian Rain Ritual
"Do you know what an Indian-style rain ritual is?"
Kang Ye-jin drawled lazily as she flopped down beside me. That idiotic grin was plastered on her face again—was she about to spout more nonsense? Resorting to ridiculous metaphors just to plot another rape? As if she needed excuses to use my body as her personal fucktoy...
"Y'know, when there's a drought on their farmlands, the Indians do this rain ritual. Like praying to the heavens for rain with some kinda sacrifice."
She stroked my hair slowly, her hand gliding over it—swoosh, swoosh.
From the outside, we might look like lovers. But nothing could be further from the truth. I swatted her hand away with a flick of mine. Her arm hovered uncertainly for a moment after, but that wasn't my problem.
"And get this—the success rate's 100%. Pretty impressive, right? A whole-ass rain-making tech in that era."
She climbed on top of me again—thud. Something dark flickered in her eyes. I'm no physiognomist, but I've seen enough people to read a face pretty well. I could tell her mood, guess what she was about to do. Right now, Kang Ye-jin was dead serious about breaking me.
"Curious what the secret to that Indian rain ritual is...?"
"N-not really..."
"C'mon, don't be like that. How 'bout we find out... with our bodies?"
She grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me in for a kiss, just like always—smooch. Her tongue slithered like a lewd serpent, flopping wildly like a fish out of water.
"Pah... yeah, that's it—eyes half-lidded like that during a kiss... so fucking adorable..."
She kneaded my ass—squish, squish—as she straddled me fully. A faint gleam of conquest in her eyes, she pinned my wrists above my head.
Thump-thump.
Why the hell was my heart pounding like crazy at the sight? Am I scared?
Of what? I had no reason to fear Kang Ye-jin. None at all. So why was my heart... racing like this?
"Listen up, Siwoo. The Indian rain ritual? It's about trying again and again until it works. Keep praying at the river till the rain comes down."
"...!"
"People mocked Indians as savages... but not me. I fucking love that mindset."
She pressed her body flush against mine, sandwiching me tight—like meat between bread slices. Our hips met, and she hiked my waist up a bit, slinging my legs over her shoulders.
"If it doesn't work, keep at it till it does. That's the mentality that once ruled the American continent. Cool, huh?"
"Ugh..."
This was the vulgar position Ye-seul noona called the kyubae press... Better than picking me up like a disposable dildo and pounding me to ruin, sure. But it still treated me like a sex object, and I hated it.
"I love this one. Lets me fuck you face-to-face."
"I fucking hate seeing your ugly mug."
"Heh... talking all that shit while your dick's rock-hard? What's the play here?"
"Guh! Th-that's! Your ass is rubbing against it..."
"My ass? Like this?"
She ground against me—rub, rub—her massive, slutty white cheeks stroking my stiff cock. Those gym-hardened hips were plump enough to tease a spent dick back to life, firm and unyielding.
"Guh!"
"Hee..."
Kang Ye-jin giggled at my agonized face.
Rub, rub.
"S-stop...!"
Her thick, juicy ass kept tormenting my cock, occasionally flicking the sensitive head. And before long...
Spurt, splurt!
A geyser of white erupted. No way! Just a light brush on the tip and I came?! Even for a premature shooter like me...
Yeah! Blame the pills from earlier! That's it...
"Hngh... sticky and thick again... How much of a cum factory is this dick? One little rub and you're blasting loads like that?"
She wiggled her ass, now smeared with my white seed, shaking the crevice teasingly. My cock, of course, hardened right back up at the obscene display.
"You fucking bitch..."
Ignoring my mood as always, she toyed with my body at will. In frustrated rage, I swung my skinny arms, thumping her chest a few times—thud, thud. But it was like punching a muscle fortress.
"Y-you're gonna get yours someday... Treating people like this, raping them to pieces... Someone like you's heading straight to hell to burn forever."
"Haha, didn't know our Siwoo was the churchgoing type? Sorry, but hell ain't on my itinerary."
Her pink cave yawned open—squelch. Thick globs of white cum dripped out—plop, plop.
"Haa... takes me back to my first creampie. That cramped, filthy storage room? Filled my womb right up... If I hadn't popped a pill, would've been pregnant for sure."
Sluuuurp!
Her massive horse-cock slid into the pink depths. Vulgar as "cave" sounded, it was tight as a tunnel. Despite all our fucks, it gripped like the first time—getting tighter, her hip snaps and squeezes only sharpening, melting me more each round.
Squelch.
The slick shaft slurped in with lewd wet sounds, drawn deep. Straight to my cum-hungry womb mouth, waiting below.
"Hnggg..."
What insane feeling was this? Writhing walls battered the head—thwack, thwack—driving me wild. That rubber-band-tight squeeze had me losing it.
"Ughhh..."
Mad moans spilled from my lips. Not pain—pure pleasure. In my past life, I'd have died of shame under a woman like this. But now? No such feeling.
"Heek, heek, heeeek...!"
Instead of holding back, I stuck out my tongue like a heat-struck beast, spewing uglier, faster noises.
Damn it all...
"Alright, time to get serious..."
Sluuuurp.
She lifted her ass slow. That crushing pressure never let go. As she rose a bit, my small body dragged up with it—no surprise there.
"Hieeeek...!"
Thud!
Down slow again. No time to speak before up—thud, squelch, thud, squelch, thud, squelch. The world's sluttiest factory-fuck began.
Up, down, up... down again...
Smooch, smack, slurp.
My mouth sealed by hers, no words—just one-sided milking.
Spurt, spluuurt!
Ejaculation with the shudders. Normally she'd pause, but no.
Thud, squelch, thud, squelch.
Her hips sped up, no sign of stopping. I was pinned, tributing cum endlessly.
"Heeeuk...!"
"Mmm, slurp, smack..."
Room filled with wet slaps below, nasty moans and tongue play from our sealed lips.
Spurt, spluuuurt!
Another massive load, direct to her womb.
"Pahaa..."
Kang Ye-jin's face slack and deranged post-impale, like always.
"The best... no dick this tasty anywhere in the world..."
"Heek, heeeek...!"
"Anyway, that face? Looks like a downpour's coming soon. Whaddya think, little chief?"
She leaned in closer, staring. Dyed golden blonde, skin pale enough to show veins, those 11-pack abs. By this world's male standards, she had it all.
But to me? Just trash.
Thump-thump.
...Not that her face was making my heart race harder. No way. Never.
"Now, just a little more..."
With those loaded words, she lifted her ass again.