Conflict. (3)
Kang-jun walked silently, boots clicking steadily, and dropped down right beside Jang Hye-yeon, his hip pressing snugly against hers. She stayed exactly as she had been moments ago, unmoving.
“Then… since this is the last time…”
He whispered it right against her ear.
“I can do whatever I want, right?”
Not a single affirmative nod came. But Kang-jun read the silence like an open letter, slid his face closer until it brushed her cheek, and pressed a wet kiss to the warm skin of her neck.
Her body heat burned hotter than the air. Even standing near her without touching was enough to feel that furnace radiating off her.
“You sucked my cock before, didn’t you? Do it again exactly like that.”
He shot upright, shoved his pants down in one rough yank. His massive cock was already rock-hard, throbbing, and on full display.
This was exactly what Jang Hye-yeon had wanted most in the world. The one who had finally broken her will.
“What are you—?”
Jang Hye-yeon slowly rose, knelt, and stared up at him. She blinked once, locked eyes with his, then opened her mouth and took him in.
The raw male scent slammed into her like a wall. It was scalding. Her throat filled with it and her lungs burned with the same heat.
She licked and sucked slowly, savoring every inch, eyes half-lidded. Kang-jun let her play with him for a while, then stepped back. The moment his cock slipped free from her mouth, her gaze lifted.
“From now on, we’re playing the role-play.”
“Role-play?”
Jang Hye-yeon frowned, confused. Too sudden, too weird.
“Last time. Come on. You good with it?”
“…Yeah. Okay… since it’s the last time.”
Last time. That word felt like magic. Jang Hye-yeon softened instantly, almost generous.
Kang-jun’s smile deepened.
“Whatever I say, you do it. No questions.”
She hesitated. She had no idea what he was about to demand next.
“Listen up.”
“It’s just role-play. Nothing changes. Ha— you scared yet?”
She felt a tiny spark of irritation. Just a role-play? Fine.
She had done it a few times as a kid. Role-play.
“Yeah. Okay. Last time.”
She used the magic word again. It was almost self-hypnosis. A defensive shield.
“Then right now you’re Senior Jang Hwa-young.”
—!
Jang Hye-yeon shot to her feet and glared at him.
“A-unnie can’t—!”
“You said you’d do anything.”
“Yeah, but not that.”
“Double-talk? It’s just a role-play. Not real.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Because it’s the last time, right?”
Kang-jun played it cool.
“Then I won’t come to Senior today. How about that? Think of it as a substitute.”
“You—!”
“You said you didn’t want to do it earlier, so I was planning to go to Senior instead.”
Jang Hye-yeon shot him a fierce glare.
“Fine. I’ll do it. Happy now? So don’t go to Aunt!”
“Alright. Then from now on you’re Jang Hwa-young?”
“Say Senior!”
Kang-jun smirked, stepped right up, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. Then he kissed her sweetly. Mm—! Jang Hye-yeon pushed at his chest with both hands for a second, then gave up.
He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding in thick and sweet. The awkward girl kept gasping for air, but soon she was lost in him.
…Strange feeling.
Her legs went weak. Kang-jun pulled her hips tighter against his. Their hot bellies pressed together.
When the kiss ended, both were breathing hard, lips inches apart. Jang Hye-yeon had never once seen him look at her like this—like he was gazing at someone he loved.
“Senior.”
Her voice came out trembling.
“…Mm.”
“Take your clothes off.”
Kang-jun let his arms drop. Jang Hye-yeon slowly peeled hers away layer by layer until she was naked like him.
“Lying on the bed. No, not that— on your side.”
The pose was weird.
“And head down, yeah.”
Her head hung over the edge of the bed. If she kept fighting it would pull her neck.
“Now you’re going to use Senior’s throat as a cock warmer.”
“…What?”
“Say it. Kang-jun, fuck my throat with your cock.”
It was filthier than anything imaginable. …Was she really supposed to ask her aunt that? Impossible. She probably thought she was projecting her own shame onto her uncle.
“Go on.”
After hesitating, she finally obeyed. …Because it was the last time.
“Kang-jun, fuck Senior’s throat with your cock.”
“Open wide.”
Aaah—!
With her neck stretched, the huge cock slid in and slammed straight to the back in one go.
—!
Her body jerked. Kang-jun pulled out.
Gulp— gulp—! Violent coughing exploded from her.
“You felt it, right? Now hold it for Senior. Come on.”
Every time he called her “Senior” it sent weird sparks racing down her spine.
Aaah—
The massive cock slid back into her throat. Her airway sealed shut. She couldn’t breathe at all. Jang Hye-yeon squeezed her eyes tight and fought. Her fingers and toes curled into fists.
He let her stay for a moment, then pulled out again, repeating until she relaxed a little. Then he started thrusting.
—!
Slurp— slurp— squelch— squelch.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room with every deep plunge. When he pulled back, her small gasps turned into choked, painful whimpers.
Tears streamed down her face. Saliva and clear fluids ran down her chin and soaked her cheeks. Her face burned crimson, ready to burst.
Kang-jun smirked every time her throat bulged with the bulge of his cock.
“Senior’s throat is the best, right?”
Of course Jang Hye-yeon had no time to answer. Every nerve in her body focused on not vomiting and staying alive.
He thrust harder.
—!
Her eyes squeezed shut. Droplets of tears mixed with saliva and ran down her hair.
Guh— guh— gah—!
It was too much now. Jang Hye-yeon tried to pull away, but Kang-jun grabbed her chest and pinned her, then grabbed her throat and slammed deeper.
Her struggles were frantic. Her legs kicked in the air. She shoved at his body with all her strength.
When her waist arched, he yanked his cock free with a wet pop. A thick rope of saliva crashed across her face.
Jang Hye-yeon rolled halfway off the bed and coughed violently.
Gah— gah—!
Everything came out—eyes, nose, mouth. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and sat up on the bed. Her half-lidded eyes with red rims and messy makeup looked almost deliciously lewd. Her breathing stayed ragged.
“Real choking, huh!”
“Like Senior.”
“It was really hard, Kang-jun. Don’t do that next time!”
Different from Hwa-young, but she played the role perfectly. Really well.
Kang-jun leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Senior’s throat felt too good. I got too rough.”
He shoved her chest. Ah— she tumbled backward.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Jang Hye-yeon’s eyes darted sideways. Every time she was in this position she felt strangely shy.
“Spread your legs. …Even your pussy.”
She reached down and parted her lips the way she always did.
Kang-jun suddenly changed tactics.
“Suck Hwa-young’s pussy nicely, okay?”
Jang Hye-yeon glared at him. No way.
“I can’t do that.”
“Go on. Hurry.”
He touched her pussy with his hand. Ah— ah— Why did his touch feel so different from anyone else’s? …It hadn’t felt like this before.
“Hurry.”
She kept reaching. Kang-jun sensed the turning point. He had to push her over.
He sucked on her breast, soft and sweet, while his hands kneaded the heated flesh.
“Hurry, say it.”
“I can’t…”
“You said you’d ask for your uncle’s throat earlier.”
“But I didn’t say Aunt’s name.”
She couldn’t defile her uncle’s sacred space.
“Beg for it like you always do.”
“No… no.”
“It’s nothing. Just one word. Okay?”
Kang-jun’s fingers were so gentle and warm… teasing. The hand touching her pussy felt almost painfully good. Yet he kept stopping her from going further.
“Hurry.”
“Just do it. Okay? Or tell me to do something else.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Hurry. One word and it’ll be easier.”
Jang Hye-yeon bit her lip hard. His fingers slipped inside her. Hah—! Her neck arched back.
“Hurry.”
He rubbed and circled inside. It felt incredible. Too incredible. But he pulled back again.
“Ah— why…”
“If you say it, I’ll give you what you want.”
“I can’t. I really can’t.”
“Just a name?”
“Still… no…”
She writhed in pleasure but never quite came.
Fuck—
She was incredibly tight. Kang-jun teased her even more, egging her on to see who would break first. She melted like hot cheese. The hand spreading her pussy drooped limply with her legs.
She was going insane. He pulled away at the perfect moment. Again and again. Ten times, twenty times— it was impossible to hold on.
“Just… just do it…”
A weak, uncharacteristic whimper escaped her.
“Say it.”
Kang-jun refused to let go. Jang Hye-yeon panicked. …She felt like she knew exactly what waited at the end of this tunnel.
No. No. It was impossible.
— Ang— haang— ang— ang—
It sounded like Aunt’s moans. Jang Hye-yeon squeezed her eyes shut.
“Thuk—!”
She clenched her teeth and fought, but the limit was here. She wanted to be filled. She wanted that cock to ram her brutally.
“Put it in…”
“Say it.”
“Please… just…”
He stopped answering. Her body melted. It was about to turn into liquid. She had orgasmed a few times lightly, but the deepest one still hadn’t come.
“Say it.”
He had already licked her pussy many times. Whether he licked or not no longer mattered.
It was a battle over whether she would touch the sacred space called Aunt.
“…I can’t.”
…Yet Jang Hye-yeon still refused.
Ha— this was impossible.
Kang-jun gave up. The blood of his niece ran too deep. Even this pleasure couldn’t break her.
But a tiny crack had formed. Still, breaking her in one day and conquering her was impossible. He would have to wait.
“Fuck… yeah, good. I lost. You’re amazing, Hye-yeon.”
He said that, then hooked both her legs over his shoulders. Ah—! Jang Hye-yeon understood.
The flower-field drive was over. The muddy race was starting.
Kang-jun slammed his cock straight into her already stretched pussy without mercy. The huge shaft swallowed her in one breath.
“Hueugh—!”
Jang Hye-yeon’s back arched like it was pierced by a bar. He lifted her hips slightly and pounded down— thump, thump, thump.
Fuck’s sake, you’re behind now—!
Kang-jun was angry. So he fucked her like revenge.
—!!
Her body was already blazing from teasing. Pounding her like this would break her.
“Thuhak! Sak! Ang! Uh! Auh! Ang!”
He forgot for a moment that Wang Sian was right next door. The overwhelming pleasure swallowed her whole.
“Hak! Sak! Sak! Aup! Ah—! Uh! Hup—! Uh!”
Slap— slap—! Flesh slapped against flesh brutally. Insane.
Die, you fuck.
Kang-jun fucked her without holding back this time. His eyes rolled back for a second.
“Sak! Sak! Sak! Stop! Stop! Stop! Ah! Sak! Sak! Sak! Aaah! Aaah!”
Jang Hye-yeon was losing her mind. No thoughts left. Explosions bigger than fireworks erupted inside her from the cock slamming her pussy. She had been starving for too long; she had to take every last bit of that terrifying pleasure.
Her breath choked. Words failed her. This sensation—!
Nothing. Aunt. Nothing.
She begged to be saved.
“Die—! Die—! Really! Sak! Stop! Stop! Sak! Sak!”
Yeah, advertise it all, you fuck.
If ears could hear, Wang Sian must be listening to these sex sounds right now. Maybe even Jang Hwa-young.
Kang-jun’s release was getting close too. He held it in and thrust even harder. Now Jang Hye-yeon couldn’t even moan. She held her breath with a choked sound, then exploded, repeated, choked again, exploded again.
Her eyes were lost. Half-lidded, then wide open, repeating. Once she even rolled her eyes back.
I’m— coming. Fuck—
The final one was wild, flesh shaking like it was about to burst. Slap— slap— slap—! Her skin turned bright red from the beating.
And then he came deep inside her, flooding her completely.
—!!
A massive wave of pleasure crashed over her at once. Her body convulsed like it had been electrocuted. Her lower belly trembled, then jumped each time. Her abs became clearly visible from the effort.
After that one orgasm she collapsed, strength drained. Her breathing was ragged. Eyes closed, head turned sideways. Her soft breasts bounced with every inhale, heavy and jiggling.
Kang-jun squeezed her two stiff nipples with both hands. Aah—! Saliva dripped thickly from her open mouth.
She looked at him with unfocused eyes. Saying she couldn’t anymore, that she was at her limit.
Kang-jun still wasn’t smiling. Anger lingered.
“I’ll keep going until you lose your mind. That way you won’t be able to go to your Aunt.”
“You promised…”
“You broke your promise halfway.”
Jang Hye-yeon clamped her mouth shut and panted through her nose.
She was protesting without words that she had no regret about not saying Aunt’s name.
Kang-jun gave a small nod. Good.
…He would show her exactly what the conqueror’s cock was like.
…Wang Sian in the next room tossed and turned all night, listening to the sounds of a woman losing her mind.