Rape (3)
Rape (3)
Asura was enormous in every way. Height, build, muscles. Even that cock of his was huge. Physically speaking, there was no male more robust than him.
Now that her body had turned female, the raw power of a male hit her even more vividly.
Yowang and Muk Seo-ah felt utterly overwhelmed just gazing at Asura's naked form, a tingle shooting through their lower bellies.
It had nothing to do with who was stronger—this was pure, primal pressure from the biological superiority of male over female.
In normal times, these two wouldn't lose to Asura no matter how tough he was, but right now the situation was so twisted there was no way out.
Without her magic, Yowang was just a helpless little girl, and Muk Seo-ah couldn't match him in a bare-handed brawl.
"Th-this bitch...!"
Yowang snapped irritably.
The yokai Haehoe's parting shot—which she hadn't even cared about—was turning out to be a massive pain in the ass.
'Just die nicely already! That bastard Haehoe's determined to screw me over!'
Yowang gritted her teeth in frustration and formed a hand seal. She couldn't use binding spells inside Gadam Theater.
But if you truly grasped the profound secrets of magic, creating a tiny crack was possible.
Yowang calculated Gadam Theater's influence. The hourglass above her head drained rapidly.
Binding a living being would have too big an impact. Directly harming Muk Seo-ah was impossible. But what about non-living things?
And she wasn't casting a new binding spell.
She was just slightly tweaking an existing one.
Asura was already a puppet whose soul had been devoured by Gadam Theater. No different from a corpse.
Yowang manipulated a portion of Gadam Theater's energy. She twisted the theater role imposed on Asura.
The hourglass above her head plummeted, leaving barely twenty minutes on the clock.
But that was plenty of time. Enough to puppet Asura into taking out Muk Seo-ah.
'Mukmyeong, when it comes to magic, I'm superior!'
Yowang smirked and backed away.
The controlled Asura lurched unnaturally toward Muk Seo-ah.
'Damn it.'
Muk Seo-ah clocked the situation.
A great yokai who'd lived over a thousand years like Yowang had way too many tricks up her sleeve. That smug grin meant she'd pulled some shady stunt again.
Asura's eyes glowed red. The vibe was off at a glance.
In a flash, Asura shot forward like a bullet and slammed a fist into Muk Seo-ah's gut.
"Urk."
Muk Seo-ah flew back, solar plexus exploding. She couldn't match his raw strength.
But Muk Seo-ah's real weapon was her stamina. Even at a disadvantage, if she endured long enough, she'd win eventually.
"Good! Mukmyeong, look at you now! Asura! Kill that exorcist!"
Yowang bounced around excitedly. Her long hair and clothes flapped wildly. The tiny, barefoot fox girl hopping about had zero dignity left.
In her over-the-top glee, Yowang blabbed without a care for her draining hourglass.
Her remaining time was short. Once that sand ran out, Yowang would become a puppet.
Muk Seo-ah noted that, clenched her fist hard.
'Then I don't need to hold back on time either.'
Now she could just beat the crap out of Yowang. Her clock would run out first anyway.
Haehoe's Gadam Theater would crumble soon too. Cracks were already showing in parts of the space. She had to thrash Yowang good and chip away at her yokai energy before then.
Muk Seo-ah charged at Yowang.
Yowang yelped "Eek!" and fled, calling to Asura.
'What are you doing, my servant!'
Asura bolted over, grabbed Muk Seo-ah, and they tumbled. Muk Seo-ah got wrapped in Asura's massive arms and muscles, her throat crushed.
Asura hugged her from behind, then pinned her to the floor and crushed down.
She couldn't budge under his rock-hard, heavy bulk.
"Kkh, guh...!"
Muk Seo-ah thrashed. Her neck was choked by brute force while solid muscle bore down from above.
His huge frame smothered her. Muk Seo-ah kicked out with her long legs, but it was pointless resistance.
Seeing that, Yowang pumped her fist.
"Y-yeah! That's it! Good boy! Squeeze tighter and kill her!"
Between the stacked bodies of Muk Seo-ah and Asura, his thick cock was wedged in.
The long, hard shaft pressed against Muk Seo-ah's ass and lower back. It was scorching hot. Just the contact sent a weird, tingling thrill up her spine.
"Nnhah...?!"
"Mukmyeong! Serves you right. Puhaha, what's with that face? Admitting defeat to me?"
Yowang cackled. Muk Seo-ah's expression was that pathetic.
Her throat squeezed, drool trickled from her lips. Her ass ground against the massive cock, the male's heavy weight crushing her from above—she shuddered head to toe without meaning to.
Somehow, strength drained from Muk Seo-ah's body, her mind going blank. She had no idea why.
'N-no... Not like this...'
She'd been through it enough now to recognize the pre-orgasm buzz.
It was coming. But she still couldn't get used to the sensation. No way to adapt to this intense stimulation.
Paviya's curse kicked in.
{ Absolute Sensitivity (Curse Active):
Sensation sharpens. Starts at minimum 1.5x. No upper limit. }
{ Current Sensitivity: 2x }
{ Current Sensitivity: 2.5x }
{ Current Sensitivity: 3x }
"Hngt?! Urghhh...!"
She couldn't show such an ugly sight in front of Yowang.
With other yokai, a little embarrassment was fine. It was temporary—she'd endure, outlast, kill the yokai, and claim victory in the end.
But not to Yowang, her ultimate nemesis. No way.
It was a matter of pride. Muk Seo-ah gritted her teeth and held on.
{ Current Sensitivity: 4x }
"Ahh, haaangh?!"
But the crashing waves of dizzying pleasure shattered her in seconds. Muk Seo-ah's pupils dilated. Her gaping mouth drooled as her head lolled back, face smacking the floor.
Twitching wildly in front of Yowang, Muk Seo-ah suddenly froze. Her flailing legs went rigid, then limp.
Her pussy, gushing fluids, squirted a clear tide and quivered nonstop.
She couldn't admit it: pinned under a powerful male, climaxing just from his cock pressing against her.
Paviya's curse always scaled with Muk Seo-ah's arousal. Minimal physical stim, yet for some reason it amplified wildly.
As Muk Seo-ah went slack, Yowang blinked in confusion.
"Wh-what? Did you kill her? Choked her out?"
An exorcist who'd shrugged off every binding spell, dying from a chokehold? No way.
Yowang flew into a rage and yelled.
"Asura, finish her off for sure."
That was when it happened. Asura sprang up and grabbed Yowang by the hair.
Asura had four arms. One hand yanked her hair, another seized her nape.
Yowang's pupils shook.
"How...?"
"Don't give me orders. I heed no one's commands."
Asura was a two-phase boss mob. Only Muk Seo-ah knew that.
Having "died" once in Gadam Theater, Asura had revived.
"Did you have fun playing with my body while I was dead? Dare to puppet me. You filthy sorceress. You. No, you bitch—calling yourself a king?"
"Wh-where do you get off touching the king's hair...! Insolent! You all spawned from me...!"
"Disappointing, Yowang. I heard the rumors. Turned into a woman, huh? Never saw you back when you were male, but now? You're no warrior."
Asura exhaled like he was boiling over.
His body shifted to combat mode. Muscles swelled, hardening further. His cock pressed against Yowang's lower belly.
"I thought you clever despite your cowardice—a smart warrior. Your thousand-year wisdom and bindings were impressive. But look at you now. What the hell is this?"
Asura grinned ferociously, hoisting Yowang up by her hair and neck.
"Look at this—tiny as a pea. Shriveled, pathetic female form."
Yowang couldn't wield bindings anymore. Barely any sand left in the hourglass.
Any resistance and she'd become Gadam Theater's puppet. Not knowing Asura had two lives was her fatal mistake.
"Don't worry. I'll give you a good fight. When Gadam Theater possessed me, I awakened to new combat truths."
Asura declared.
"During my time as the reckless prince, new knowledge filled my head. Fights come in many forms. Not just fisticuffs—men and women can battle equally, ignoring strength gaps."
"No way..."
"Yeah. Copulation combat."
Yowang laughed "keh keh" while dangling. Asura's words sounded utterly stupid.
Fistfighting favored Asura, yet he insisted on "fair" combat that disadvantaged him. Typical brainless battle maniac.
"With your weak female body, you can't do melee with me. Surely the great king won't wimp out and surrender from fear?"
Yowang rolled her eyes and sneered. No clue why, but with Muk Seo-ah down, nothing could interrupt her and Asura here.
Suck up Asura's essence with the Absorption Great Law, and Yowang could recover massive power.
No reason to refuse.
"You muscle-headed brute, what do you know about night games? I'll show you a king's dignity. You'll regret this choice."
"Twisting it like you've whored around everywhere. Like a slut."
"What? Sl-slut...!"
The moment Yowang exploded in outrage at the insolence—
Asura's thick cock positioned between her legs. Narrow pussy met heavy glans; Yowang's hips bucked involuntarily.
It felt gross. Startled, Yowang quickly smirked with leisure and activated Absorption Great Law.
'Hmph, big dumb lug. Go ahead, shove it in. Size is just size. The second you pathetically blow your load, I'll drain every drop of your yokai energy. I'll laugh in your face as you cum and die...'
Squelch. Asura's cock was too massive; it wouldn't slide into Yowang's pussy easily.
"Uh. Hold on..."
Asura thrust with brute force. The impossibly huge dick pierced into Yowang's tiny body like a spear.
"Ah- uwaaak?!"