Vacation Prep (5)
"Nnngh...!"
"What the hell is this? For real?"
Maybe it was the sheer oppressive weight radiating off her frame. Even with that cute, almost puppyish face, his body started trembling with fear.
"You're not even looking at me?"
He was the one in the wrong, so he did as Yerim said and lifted his head to meet her eyes.
S-scary...
A pair of hollow, ice-cold pupils stared back at him, so empty he felt like he might fall straight into them. There were no whites to her eyes at all—just pitch-black irises packed edge to edge. She didn't look like a person. She looked like a ghost.
"Don't look away."
"..."
The moment he averted his gaze again, she let out a sigh.
"You're the one who started this."
She seized his wrist and started walking, her strides long and purposeful.
"Ah—"
It hurt so much that his hand clenched on instinct, which only made her grip tighten. He bit down on the pain and followed her in silence.
The streetlamps were still on, but with every step the light receded further behind them. Little by little, he began to understand where she was taking him.
Th-this place...
"We're back to where we first met, huh...?"
The voice that drifted toward him was flat. Lifeless.
"Why didn't you check your texts?"
At the word texts, he fumbled his phone on and looked.
After that, the messages had stopped coming.
"Y-Ye... Yerim..."
"Just how little do I matter to you? We made plans the day before, and you still forgot and came home this late?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
"And saying sorry makes it all go away? I turned down every other plan I had so I could work out with you. I waited on purpose. I kept waiting!"
Somewhere along the way, her voice had started to go wet at the edges.
"Yerim, that's not—"
"What's not?! If you were going to be late, you send a text! You say something in advance! I know, okay? I know I'm not that important to you. I know I don't mean much. But... but... shouldn't you at least show the bare minimum of courtesy?"
"..."
"I don't want a lot. Person to person, that's all. You don't even have the most basic decency? This is what a married man with a kid looks like?"
There wasn't a single thing she'd said that he could argue with. He just stood there and took it.
Yerim was a precious kid too. She was someone's precious daughter. And a father—a parent—had gone and hurt her. The guilt sat so heavy in his chest he could barely breathe. For a moment Iseul's face overlapped with hers, and he stepped in close.
"I-I'm sorry. Yerim."
He folded into her like he was burying himself against her chest.
"H-hhah...!"
He could feel her whole body trembling.
"I-I'm so sorryyy..."
He nuzzled his head against her, as if even that small gesture might count as an apology.
"Nnh... are you actually sorry?"
"Mm-hmm..."
Her voice had softened, just a little. He let out a breath of relief.
"If you're really sorry, then grant me one wish."
"A wish?"
The request came out of nowhere. He pulled back from her chest to look at her face—and found her eyes faintly bloodshot. His resolve crumbled on the spot.
"Alright... but nothing crazy..."
"Okay."
She seemed to need a minute to think. She leaned back against the wall of the Abandoned Public Restroom and scraped at the dirt with her shoe, staring at nothing.
A long stretch of time crawled by.
"Have you thought of one?"
He figured she must have by now, and asked as gently as he could.
"Yes..."
There were no streetlamps out here. It was too dim to make out her expression. But from her voice alone, she sounded a little embarrassed.
"Okay. What's the wish...?"
"Y-your..."
"My?"
"Y-your chest..."
"My chest?"
"Show me your chest..."
"Ah...?"
Right at the age when everything about sex was fascinating, and her wish was to see his chest. Then again, the first time they'd met, she had already gone and touched his nipple. He could understand it, more or less.
"And that'll make us even?"
"Yeees..."
What do I do.
If he said no here, there was no telling what kind of wound that would leave. It wasn't like she was asking to touch him—just look. He decided to give her as much as he reasonably could.
"Alright, then. Look from over there."
"Okay..."
He checked to make sure no one else was around, then rolled his shirt up bit by bit until his stomach and chest were fully exposed. Doing a striptease in front of a college girl sent a flush of shame burning across his face. His hands shook as he held the hem of his shirt and spoke to her.
"There. Happy...?"
He waited for her to answer. Instead, she closed the distance in two long strides.
"Huh? Hey—"
"It's too dark. I can't see..."
"Ah. R-right..."
Like he'd already noted, not a scrap of light reached this place. It really was that dark. He figured that was fair enough and stepped a little closer himself, offering his chest.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Listening to her breathing, he was pretty sure she had lost her mind. He just couldn't see her face to confirm it. All he had to go on was the way she was panting, hard and ragged.
"That's enough, right...? I'm putting it down now...?"
He started to tug the hem back down, hesitant—and she eased her body in, trying to press herself against him. The suddenness of it startled him into taking a step back.
"Ye-Yerim...?"
"Nnh. Just a little more..."
"Mm... okay..."
And then, before he knew it—
Thud.
He had backed himself all the way into the restroom wall. He'd thought that once he stopped, she would stop too.
"Yerim, that's enough—!"
She didn't stop. She kept pushing in.
"Kh—"
In the end their bodies met flush. He was tall for a man, but she was an athlete. His head ended up buried in her chest, his own chest and stomach pressed flat against hers.
"Yerim, that's... that's enough now. Mister already showed you everything..."
"Don't call yourself mister. Say oppa."
"Fine, Yerim. You saw oppa's chest, so let's stop now, okay...?"
"Oppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppaoppa."
He had no idea where this had gone so wrong. Yerim had completely lost her grip on her own excitement.
"Hahhn~♡"
In a single motion both her hands were on him, groping his chest, rolling his nipples between her fingers.
"Ye-Yerim...! Stop! You can't do any more than this!"
"Sh-shut up! You seduced me. You're the one who came onto me first!!!"
"Ye-Yerim— mmphhh!!!"
Before he could finish, she had hoisted him clean off the ground and crushed her mouth against his.
Chup... mmph... shlrrp...
"Hah... fuck it. I can't take it anymore."
Still holding him, Yerim headed into the Abandoned Public Restroom. He felt like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse and thrashed as hard as he could.
"Let—let go!!! Put me down!"
Maybe the dark helped him. He twisted free of her arms and tried to run—and caught his foot on a rock and went down hard.
"Gah—"
"Where do you think you're going? Oppa? Oppa. I. Said. Where. Are. You. Going."
Terror locked his legs. He still had the will to run, so he dragged himself forward on both arms—but it wasn't enough.
"Got you."
From behind, she grabbed both his legs and hauled him into the restroom.
"N-noooo— h-help meee— I was wrong, I'm sorryyy..."
"If you did something wrong, you take your punishment, don't you?"
Like a still from a horror movie, Hanbyul stared up at the sky with a face soaked in tears. Then his body was swallowed whole by the dark... and less than a minute later, a muffled moan drifted out.
"Mmph!! Nnghh..."
"Haaah... fucking amazing..."
Stripped bare and seated on a shattered toilet, Hanbyul took everything Yerim gave him.
"Oppa, I can't hold back anymore. Huh? Why are you crying?"
Her eyes had already gone vacant and gleaming. She cupped his face in her hands.
"Hhk... you said you were just going to look..."
"Hyaaah~!!!"
Maybe that was what set her off. Yerim yanked off panties that were already soaked through, lined herself up over his straining cock, and slammed down in one stroke.
Shlick!
"~~~~!!!! Nnghh... nnh... n-noooo...! No... no..."
He thrashed and twisted, but his cock was already buried inside her.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
"Nnhaaaah~♡ What is this... it feels so fucking good..."
Even with her hymen just torn, it wasn't the pain that reached her. It was the raw, filthy thrill of raping a married man—and Yerim nearly came on the spot.
What the hell. I almost came just from putting it in... a married man's thick cock is incredibleee~♡
Hanbyul, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pleased.
This is bad! If this keeps going... she's going to make me cum inside...!
The heat made it feel good. That was the problem. If he finished like this, he could destroy everything he had with his family. The only thing he could do was—
I have to calm her down, fast—ahhn...
—get himself out of the pussy that had swallowed him to the root.
"Ye-Yerim... hurry... pull it out... this is rape..."
"Nneeeh~ Don't care~ Yerim doesn't know about that."
"Yerim... if you pull out right now, I'll do whatever you want. Anything."
"I want to have sex right now, though? I'm not pulling ouuut~♡"
Words weren't reaching her.
"Hah... hah... sh-shut up and just pull it ouut...!"
Maybe the shift in his tone was what did it. Yerim, who had been sitting still with his cock buried in her, started to roll her hips.
"Nnh... nhaaah... hhk... i-if you moveee— I can't thinkkk~~~♡♡♡"
The way the head of his cock catches on every single fold... I'm going to lose my mind...
Once she'd gotten used to it, she picked up the pace. Her ass lifted high and came slamming down, cruder and filthier with every stroke.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"I'm almost at my limiiit...!"
Hanbyul despaired at a reality he couldn't change. He flailed with both hands, shoving at her, hitting her—and she didn't budge.
"Nhaaaah~ I love a married man's cock~♡ Hanbyul oppa, your cock feels so fucking goooood!!!"
She used her full weight, hoisting herself up and then dropping—thud—grinding down on him like a pestle. For someone who'd just lost her virginity, the way Yerim worked her hips was obscene.
"Ghhhk!!!"
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
"H-help meee..."
"Hah... haah... so fucking good♡ Oppa, just marry me. Or what, you wanna run away together?"
"I-I caaan't... Jiwoo... Jiwoo and Jia..."
"The fuck are those bitches."
Hearing other women's names come out of his mouth lit a fuse in her. Yerim hiked her ass up again, filthy and deliberate—
SLAM!
—and drove it down.
"Nhooooook!!!!!"
No...! I really can't...!!!
"Ye-Yerim..."
"Hm? What is it, oppa? Finally in the mood to get married?"
He knew talking wouldn't work. He still tried to keep his voice as rational as he could.
"Hah... y-you can't cum insideee...! I can't take responsibilityyy..."
"Ah, for fuck's sake. That's what you wanted to say?"
"Don't disappoint meee...!?"
Thud. Thudthudthudthudthud.
The tempo jumped so fast he had no time to adjust.
"...!!! Ye-Yerimmm~!!!"
"Aaahn~!!! So good! Fucking amazing~!!! I love you I love you I love you♡ I've wanted to wreck you since the first time I saw youuu!!!"
"Haaahn... hngh..."
"You caaan't... you can't cum insiiide—!!!"
His words only made her hips dirtier. She slammed down harder, wetter, meaner.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Oppa~ I think I'm gonna cuuum~♡"
"N-noooo...!!! If it feels too gooood—!!!"
Spurt... spurtspurtspurt...
"Nnhyaaaaaah~~~♡♡♡♡♡"
Cum kept pumping out of him like he was trying to get her pregnant. Her womb had already taken everything it could hold, and still it kept coming—
"Nhoook... nhoook~♡"
—and Yerim came, over and over and over.
"Haaah... I can't... honey... Jiwoooo..."