Source of Vitality
A source of vitality.
People needed something to keep them going through life. Gang Haseong had endured on the trust and faith of those around him, finding peace of mind in the source of vitality that soothed him.
Where did you go?
But one day, that source of vitality had vanished with an apology.
Seolhwa. Having you around was the only thing that put my mind at ease.
His student had ultimately left because of her parents. From that point on, Gang Haseong had been working in a state of deep exhaustion.
Pull yourself together. If it’s Seolhwa, she’s still alive. Somehow, I’ll break through to her house and check. That girl is sharp.
He had been holding on with that resolve—and today, of all days, the auditorium faction had requested negotiations.
The talks themselves, held late at night, had wrapped up in less than thirty minutes.
The moment Gang Haseong returned to the teachers’ office after the negotiations, he let out a long sigh.
“This is exhausting.”
Of course the bargaining itself was never going to be easy. They had denounced him for freely lusting after and touching the women as he pleased.
I’ve never touched them.
Gang Haseong found it utterly absurd. Women did approach him, yes. But he only ever helped them—he never took them casually. If anything, it was his colleagues who had done that. He had tried to stop them, but without those men the group would struggle, so all he could manage was a few words of caution.
Apparently even that had looked too close for comfort to the others, and now this mess had erupted.
“What’s going to become of us from here…”
At the very end, though, Min Doyoon had made an unusual proposal.
“I told that guy to bring Seolhwa with him, you know? How about it? If he does, we join forces and take him down…”
Amazingly, the little thug had suggested attacking the strangely dressed newcomer who had just arrived.
It doesn’t really matter to me, but Seolhwa…
In his mind’s eye he saw the girl who always smiled so brightly and was so full of energy. After the high school acceptance results came out, she had come for a campus visit, and word of her looks—rare even across the entire school—had spread like wildfire. She hadn’t even been officially admitted yet, but with her gentle, cheerful personality she had been popular with everyone.
Once the outbreak hit and she was separated from her parents, though, Seolhwa had grown more and more eager to leave.
I was only worried about her, but that worry became a shackle.
She had seized the chance to go outside through the auditorium faction—and then she had left the auditorium behind as well.
Stay calm. My job is to make sure not only that girl, but everyone here, can hold on.
For now, what he needed to focus on was contacting the supermarket side and securing food. The supermarket group was an awkward partner, though. Their combat strength was more threatening if numbers were set aside, and they made no secret of their designs on the women.
I have to endure. Just endure—until that girl comes back.
Gang Haseong deeply hoped that his source of vitality would return safely, without a single wound, from wherever she was.
Seolhwa’s body shuddered as she reached climax.
Even though it was her first time, she could clearly recognize the sensation of orgasm.
My body’s acting strange.
There was only one reason: the man had deliberately driven the pleasure of climax into her three times over. Even if her mind resisted, her body had been forced to remember—so for a first time, it guided itself there automatically, the way a waterslide’s current seizes you and sweeps you forward whether you want it or not.
Her body trembled; the first round of sex was over. Yet all Seolhwa could manage were soft moans. Something far outside ordinary sexual knowledge had just happened.
I-it’s over… right?
Something still lingered faintly inside her, but this was truly her first time, and the overwhelming size left her with no choice but to catch her breath first. Under normal circumstances a sexual encounter would end here. But the thing belonging to the man who had just broken the virginity she had so carefully preserved was still inside her.
I… I’m not a virgin anymore…
A strange sense of loss and sorrow welled up. She had been defiled. That single thought filled her mind. Lee Soyeon already had experience, so even when it happened to her she could more or less settle it inside her heart. Seolhwa was different. Even if it meant little to her generation, she was not the open type when it came to sex. The fact that a man she was seeing for the first time had forcibly taken her first time left her reeling.
I… I should hate this. So why do I feel this way?
She had refused with all her might and thrashed about, pure enough to believe that if she did, she could forget the reality of what was being taken from her. But she could not forget. Every emotion was colliding at once. Her body had heated up and brought her to climax, while her mind reeled under the shock of having been taken—the two sensations locking together. She wanted to cry, yet her body was in no state for tears; she was too busy enduring the rush of ecstasy.
“Haa… haa…”
Before those two sensations, though, there was a more immediate problem.
Is sex supposed to hurt this much? It’s burning so hot.
It had been an insertion that bordered on force for a virgin’s body. Jin Dohyuk’s cock was difficult even for experienced women; for a young girl like her it was far beyond reasonable. Knowing that, the experienced Jin Dohyuk had “considerately” taught her climax in advance and even brought out lubricant. But the pain of being forcibly stretched open and having her hymen torn was still there. All of it had only been a neutralizing measure—the pain remained.
Seolhwa was staring blankly at the camera light shining on her when the first man who had stolen her virginity began to move again.
“Ugh!”
Once more: unlike an ordinary situation, this man had not pulled out after they joined. Because she was a virgin, he did not want to withdraw only to watch her thrash in pain. In that state the second round began, and fear washed over Seolhwa. The terror of being pierced through flooded in like a tide.
“It hurts so much… it hurts… please.”
How desperate did she have to be to beg in the polite speech she never normally used?
At her anxiety, the man began to withdraw the cock that was still half-buried inside her.
Thank goodness. Using polite speech made him listen… right?
She was just letting out a breath of relief when the man smiled and applied more love gel.
“Um… what is that, exactly?”
Seolhwa understood the man’s actions with her body, with her instincts—but her head could not grasp it. It was something outside her knowledge. The only certainty was that her most precious place was sounding a violent alarm.
“Um… mister… no, oppa—ah!”
And of course, a far deeper, more choking impact crashed over her than before.
“Ahhk…”
Pain rang out again as something enormous drove into her, incomparable to the last time. It felt as if everything were pushing all the way to her womb.
“Ugh! …Haugh!”
Moans of pain spilled from her while she suffered the terror of that familiar agony continuing without end.
What do I do. It hurts. Wasn’t one time supposed to be the end?
She stared in horror—and before she knew it Jin Dohyuk had drawn close beside her face.
“It’ll hurt less than before, and now it’ll start feeling good.”
Seolhwa wanted to snap that this was complete nonsense, but her entire body was already being toyed with again. In a situation like this she had no freedom. She was simply entrusting everything once more to her first man and being ravaged. The nipple he was teasing on one side alone had gone stiff in contrast to the soft flesh of her breast. Then the kissing again. Blocking him the way she had earlier was impossible—every time the thing filling her whole body drove in, her mouth had no choice but to open.
“Haa. Ah… ahh! Please. Stop…”
She begged, but the man drove into her roughly, ignoring her will. Then he kissed her like a lover and whispered into her ear.
“It has nothing to do with your will. I’ll do whatever I want. I’m your boyfriend and your master. Get that through your head. Even if you hate it—if I want to, morning or night, day or night, anytime.”
“St… ah! Stop… ma… ahh! Ugh!”
“The pain is only at the start. You’ve got talent, so you’ll adapt soon. Accept it.”
Seolhwa wanted nothing more than to hit him with a chair. Even the freedom to cry out while enduring the pain vanished as her lips were claimed again. Everything would only be settled once this man finished doing whatever he pleased. Seolhwa gritted her teeth as her situation was forcibly driven into her by the man.
I’ll endure it. It’s only this one time, after all.
She clung to that completely useless delusion and waited for the pain to end. The man’s hips moved in rhythm—sometimes slow and gentle, repeating the stimulation.
“Haa… haa… ah! Ah…”
After about ten minutes, a strange, nasal tone began to mix into the girl’s voice.
“Nngh… euh! Eu… haah!”
The man was driving hard, burying two-thirds of himself inside her—and her body had abruptly gone into heat.
Why… why is this happening? My head’s spinning. But… it hurts a little less.
With enough foreplay and foundation complete, Seolhwa was gradually adapting to the man’s heavy presence. Where pain and pleasure had been one-to-one only moments ago, the ratio was steadily tipping toward pleasure.
Why is this happening? I’m being raped against my will. My body… is strange.
The man’s breathing sounded close by, and each time it did Seolhwa failed to notice how quickly her erogenous zones were responding. When the motion of his hips slowed again and stirred her insides, the world she knew shattered once more.
“Ugh!”
That was it. The man had not finished yet, but Seolhwa’s pure, innocent body—driven hard—had gone off on its own. Since the man still had not finished, he kept moving. If anything, once he confirmed that reaction, he drove into her even harder.
“It hurts… but… just a little… slow… euh!”
Above all, the situation had changed so far that Seolhwa was filling her voice with moans rather than cries of pain, and she could even form words.
I’m not a dirty girl. This is… only because of this man…
She denied herself, but her body was honest. The pleasure her slender frame could not handle, piled on while she was being driven, brought her to a second climax in only ten minutes.
The man whispered to Seolhwa like a conqueror, like a victor.
“Well? Was I right?”
“…”
She wanted to hit him so badly it was almost unbearable. The problem was that Seolhwa could not deny his words.
Seriously, what’s wrong with my body. My head… is spinning so much.
But the man’s control was phenomenal. Even after Seolhwa had finished twice, he was still driving into her.
“Nngh… haah! Haaang… ah… eu… nngh!”
The moment pleasure completely overwhelmed the pain, Seolhwa’s third climax arrived. Only then did the man’s breathing grow rough, and the act finally ended. At last the thing that had filled her so completely withdrew, and their combined fluids began to spill from her precious sex.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
All either of them could do was breathe hard. The man still seemed to have stamina left; he laid Seolhwa flat on her back.
“How many times did you come?”
“…”
She did not want to answer. It felt like losing to this man. But the moment she had been claimed, Seolhwa was already looking at him with fearful eyes.
“Answer me.”
“Once… sir.”
“Is that so?”
Seolhwa sank into self-loathing for having lied. Yet the pressure of the male who had taken her chastity was so intense she could not hold out without speaking—she was being overpowered both physically and psychologically by the man who had stolen her purity.
“Really?”
“…Yes? Yes.”
Watching her fidget under the clumsy lie, the man simply nodded.
“We’re going to the school after lunch tomorrow. Remember that.”
“…”
Seolhwa shook her head without answering, as if all her strength had drained away. But the man climbed back on top of her body.
“Um…?”
“Your master is this kind of man, you see.”
And at the thick cock rising again, Seolhwa went pale with shock.
What’s wrong with my body??
Her face flushed; her heart pounded. It was not fear or surprise. It was anticipation. The pure body from before no longer existed. Seolhwa’s flesh had fully memorized the pleasure, climaxed under the driving force, and learned to accept this man.
In the end, that dawn, after taking two more rounds of sex, Seolhwa fainted.