The Jang Family (7)
Kang-jun moved with deliberate gentleness. He already knew this round was going to be a marathon. Jang Hye-yeon was no ordinary stubborn mule — she would cling to him right up to the absolute edge of her limits. Of course the winner would still be him in the end, but he needed to save enough stamina to take Jang Hwa-young afterward as well.
Naturally, she had no idea. She watched him with a faintly puzzled look. After several encounters she already knew his style cold. So when a man who usually tore through a mud race suddenly decided to take a leisurely drive through a flower field? Of course she was thrown off.
That didn't mean going soft made him weak. Not even close. He stimulated every exquisite spot while grinding hard against her inner walls on every slow withdrawal and thrust, and the sensation drove a person half-mad. It was that restless, itching urgency that left you uncomfortable no matter how you lay.
Ahh… uuhh… Jang Hye-yeon groaned through clenched teeth.
Just… just pound me hard already…
Kang-jun heated her body by degrees, the way you boil a frog that never thinks to jump.
She felt it herself. Something was spreading through her entire body in a slow, creeping wave — that tingling heat. Sweet, hot breaths kept rushing up her throat in short bursts. She bit down hard on her thumb. Her body was changing in ways she didn't understand.
Fear crept in. This isn't right, this isn't right — the thought kept looping. He had suddenly switched to a strategy she had never seen, and she had no counter for it. All she could do was follow wherever he led. And if he suddenly launched an all-out assault from here, it would land as a killing blow for sure.
Sex, quite literally, had become unbearably sweet. Kang-jun handled her more tenderly than candy. Ahh… mmph… She could only keep moaning.
So this is what made that crazy aunt of mine lose her mind… I think she even yelled at him later to fuck her harder.
He almost laughed. So this was where the Jang bloodline connected. He had tried the approach on a hunch, and it worked like a charm.
Kang-jun took the opportunity to taste every inch of her inner flesh. The springy texture was almost identical to her aunt's, though the suction power lagged a little behind.
Especially when he dragged the head hard along the upper wall on the way out — that nearly drove her insane. Every time he did it her hips clenched and lifted. Even her weak spots matched her aunt's.
"You like the exact same place your aunt does, huh?"
"D-don't… say things like thaaat…!"
The sharp snarl from earlier had melted into something long and stretchy, like cheese left too long over heat.
She was holding on with everything she had, but her eyes were already half-glazed. Every time her lids fluttered open and shut they wavered like the second hand of a dying clock.
Fucking hell, that's hot.
He had already come once, so another orgasm was still a long way off. He planned to keep stirring her pussy until she was completely spent.
Exactly as Kang-jun saw it, Jang Hye-yeon was losing her mind. Something kept flooding through her whole body and there was no way to stop it. She was getting wetter by the second, bit by bit.
But even that would eventually fill her to the brim. Then it would climb past her throat and flood her skull completely.
What do I do? What am I supposed to do now?
She had bolted the castle gates shut, yet water kept seeping through every crack. There was no plugging it. Nothing she could do except watch with her hands hanging limp.
No… nooo…
The only way to cut this off was for Kang-jun to pull out. But if that happened, her aunt would be in danger. One way or another she had to pry him away from Auntie.
Can I endure it? When this thing finally crests, can I really hold on?
She didn't know. She had never been pushed this far. …But the outcome was already writing itself in her head.
Beast. Devil. Bastard. My… my weak spots…!
Her body kept melting. She was being slowly devoured by the heavy, tingling sensation spreading through every limb.
Kang-jun had seized the initiative from the very first thrust, and it had never once passed to her. No — the line she was supposed to hold kept drifting farther away until it vanished from sight entirely.
She could feel it: this was beyond her. If he started pounding her roughly right now? She was certain she wouldn't last. She might even scream the second it began.
It was a box whose contents she didn't know, but everything inside was clearly stacked against her. Opening it would be a disaster. And yet it was a box that would have to open eventually.
Once again his massive cockhead dragged hard along her upper wall as it pulled free. This one hit harder than the last.
"Ahhhmp!"
Her whole body clenched tight. Jang Hye-yeon felt herself nearly overflow. The fear was real. So was the terror. …And yet, strangely, she wanted to feel even more of this pleasure.
Honestly, it felt good. She hated this beast of a man, but the ecstasy he poured into her was far too sweet. Truly, far too…
Sex was never supposed to be like this…!
She had felt pleasure before, but never like this. She used to think you just gritted your teeth and endured it. This time there was no enduring, no resisting. Resistance itself had become impossible.
Watching Jang Hye-yeon's expression transform second by second, Kang-jun crooked a smile.
"Feels good?"
She forced a vicious look onto her face. The act was painfully transparent.
"No. I hate it. I hate it so much."
Meaningless thrashing, of course.
Need to melt her more. Until she can't even spit out words like that.
Kang-jun added caresses now. He massaged her breasts with slow, thorough hands, kneading them gently. He was occupying her territory — slowly, but with absolute certainty.
"Haa… haa…"
His hips picked up the slightest bit of speed. Ah, just a little, just a little more— Even so, he never crossed the line she could still hold.
Her body had definitely loosened a great deal. Heat was rolling off her in waves and sweat poured freely. He worked his hips a little faster still.
Ah, ah, it's coming. It's coming now. Now, now it's—
It was coming, yes — but something enormous was bearing down on her, something that looked ready to swallow her whole.
"I'm not stopping until I come."
Kang-jun delivered the warning like a gentleman. To Jang Hye-yeon it was the terrifying declaration of a lust-crazed beast.
From that moment it began to climb. In the space of a single uh-oh the water was already boiling.
"Ah… ah… aaaah…"
She didn't even try to hold back the moans. Just keeping her mind together was hard enough.
"Ah… haa… hah… ah… ahh… haang… ang…"
Everything that had been spreading through her body suddenly began to thrash and boil. In an instant it surged up her throat.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
Spit flew with every broken breath between the moans. Her body was already drenched. Sweat streaming from her forehead soaked the pillow through. No — the sheet spread across the bed was completely damp, as if she had taken a full sweat shower.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ack! Ah!"
Jang Hye-yeon stood on the brink of a limit she had never reached before. No, nooo! She knew that once she crossed it there would be no going back. …And the sensation was viciously, devastatingly blissful.
No, no. I'm crazy, I'm crazy— No. No, I can't hold on. No.
Watching her face shatter moment by moment, Kang-jun shook his hips even harder — exactly the rough treatment she had originally braced herself for.
But Jang Hye-yeon no longer had any defenses left. They had all crumbled long ago. She had to take every assault completely unprotected.
—
"Uhh… uhhk uhhk! Ahhk! Huek!"
Now Jang Hye-yeon was making sounds like she was choking on her own breath. Her head snapped back; her eyelids fluttered violently. Every so often her head jerked forward on pure reflex, only to catch sight of the monstrous cock slamming in and out of her depths and flop backward again.
Her mouth hung wide open, panting nothing but ragged air. Her lower abdomen clenched so hard her abs stood out in sharp relief — she was squeezing Kang-jun's cock that tightly. Begging it to stop coming in.
Fuck that. Not happening.
He shoved straight through the resistance. Lubrication was already plentiful. Her walls scraped and dragged against him.
From that point Kang-jun fucked her without mercy. Truly, savagely rough.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Ahhhhh! Jang Hye-yeon clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. The final colossal tsunami crashed in. It hammered her again and again with brutal force.
Kang-jun slammed home and came deep inside her.
——!!
At the same instant her body thrashed once, twice, like a fish hauled onto dry land. Her lower belly convulsed in hard jolts, abs flashing sharp then soft, sharp then soft.
"Haa… hueeek… haa… hueeek…"
Jang Hye-yeon sucked and blew air like someone out for a dawn run. The ragged breathing gradually settled.
When the climax finally released her she let her arms and legs flop limp and didn't move. Her unfocused eyes blinked in slow, heavy motions.
Kang-jun didn't even pull out. He simply forced himself hard again in seconds. A stamina stat pushing forty made that possible. Later he would even be able to keep going without going soft after he came.
Ah— huh?
Hair plastered to her face with sweat, Jang Hye-yeon let her drained head drop and looked at Kang-jun. The vicious glare from before had vanished without a trace. All that remained was a single trembling, anxious woman.
"Why so surprised? We're just getting started. …I'll do it exactly like just now. Melt you down nice and slow, then slam it home all at once."
And he began to roll his hips — slowly, very slowly. She felt the slippery semen being churned inside her walls.
"Wait… rest first… just a little… rest…"
"I'm in a hurry. Can't. I told you, this is the start."
"No, I'm still— Ah!"
Fucking her in the same position got boring, so he rolled her onto her side twice — without ever pulling out. She ended up face-down on all fours like a dog.
I'll fuck you until you lose your mind.
Kang-jun's stamina was still rock-solid. And he had all the time in the world.
…Ah.
Jang Hye-yeon slowly opened her eyes. Her lids felt impossibly heavy. Ugh. No strength in her arms or legs. Her whole body felt like lead.
Light flooded the room. Her gaze drifted to the wall clock. 11:28 a.m. She couldn't even remember when she had fallen asleep. It felt like the film of her memory had simply snapped in the middle.
And then, slowly, last night's memories came flooding back. …Along with the sensations.
Aaaah—
The situation was hopeless. She had underestimated Kang-jun far too badly.
This is insane. This is completely insane… It doesn't make sense. How can a human body even… how can it produce a feeling like that?
Kang-jun had shown her nearly the maximum pleasure a person could experience in nature. This was on an entirely different level from anything before.
…Honestly, it had felt good. Too good. No — it had felt insanely good. So good she almost couldn't believe it was real.
"No. No, Hye-yeon. Don't think like that."
That bastard was the enemy. That beast had violated Auntie's body. He was a devil.
…But the fruit had been far too sweet. Sweet enough that she wanted to keep eating it. The temptation was maddeningly strong.
No. Think of Auntie! Think of Auntie! …Oh no.
Only then did her aunt's safety slam back into her mind. Her own memory had clearly cut off somewhere in the middle. So what had happened after that?
Jang Hye-yeon started to rush straight to her aunt's room — then checked the state of herself. Going like this was absolutely impossible.
"Ah."
Getting out of bed, her legs gave out and she nearly collapsed. Her groin still throbbed with a heavy ache. She felt completely wrung out. Just how many times did that beast fuck me…
Jang Hye-yeon took a thorough shower and came back out. Her empty stomach burned. At the same time her throat was desperately dry. But the water bottle in the room was already empty. She upended it over her tongue and licked up whatever drops remained.
She headed for her aunt's room first. Her head was pounding.
The niece knocked on Auntie's door. After a long wait, an answer finally came.
"Oh… Hye-yeon?"
"Yes, Auntie."
"Just a moment."
Rustling sounds. Jang Hye-yeon already had a bad feeling.
"Come in."
Jang Hye-yeon slowly slid the door open.
The usual image of her aunt already awake and neatly dressed was nowhere to be found. Auntie was still sitting amid unmade bedding, dark circles under her eyes, looking like something had thoroughly worn her down.
That was all Hye-yeon needed to know.
"Well, Hye-yeon. Auntie's a little tired today."
"Ah… I see."
Kang-jun had taken Auntie as well.
"Then… I'll leave you to rest. Please recover your strength soon, Auntie."
"Mm."
But Jang Hwa-young didn't notice. If Jang Hye-yeon had been in any kind of normal condition, she would have come looking much earlier.
The sliding door shut with a soft click. Jang Hye-yeon ground her teeth. Her fists clenched white-knuckle tight.
You beast bastard, you devil bastard, you son of a bitch—!
She prowled the mansion hunting for Kang-jun. Before long she found him sitting in the drawing room, calmly enjoying a cup of coffee. …After everything he had done last night, he somehow looked completely fine.
"Ah," Kang-jun said, acknowledging her.
"You're up? …Still look pretty wiped, though. Eyes are all glassy."
"You— you— you promised me!"
Jang Hye-yeon stormed right up and seized his arm, shouting. Kang-jun twisted free and shook her off.
"You collapsed first. Don't remember? …I clearly said if you couldn't handle me, I'd go to Senior."
She clenched her teeth and glared at him. You bastard. You animal—!
Fortunately, today was the day he was supposed to leave. Jang Hye-yeon decided she would deal with the aftermath after she got this bastard out of the house.
"Oh, hang on a second."
Kang-jun said that and dialed somewhere. The phone rang, then connected.
"Yeah. It's me, Zixu. …Yeah, yeah. No, something came up here. …Yeah, okay."
Mid-call he glanced at her and smiled faintly. It was closer to a sneer.
"Looks like I'll need about another week. …Yeah. Keep training on your own. You can handle it without me by now. …Right. Yeah, I'll call later. Yeah, bye."
The call ended. Jang Hye-yeon stared with her mouth hanging open in pure shock.
A week? …How am I supposed to survive that.
Kang-jun set the phone down with a solid thunk.
"Well… looks like we've got another week."
He smiled.
To Jang Hye-yeon, that smile looked chilling.