The Cracks in the Hourglass of Friendship (2)
The hourglass of our friendship had already cracked. Though I was tied down tightly to the bed in a pathetic state, at least I wasn’t blindfolded. I followed Arun’s every movement with eyes trembling in terror. Even though I knew it would be better not to look.
“Hup…?!”
The moment I saw what Arun pulled from his pocket, my shoulders jerked. It was a sharply honed pocket knife. My body, bound so firmly I couldn’t resist, and a blade. The memory of that day surged back, and I thrashed wildly. The memory of my limbs being severed.
Arun paid no attention to my struggling and pressed the knife to my body. A sickening riiiip sounded once, and the plain dress I wore was sliced cleanly in half, falling limply onto the bed. Like a shed cocoon. My mind paralyzed by fear, I stupidly felt relieved that the blade hadn’t stabbed into me.
“You really are skinny, Kaira. All that talk about being a hero and committing mass murder must have been hard on you, huh? When you were little, your flesh still felt a bit soft and plump.”
“Uuu……”
Arun moved to the head of the bed, pressed his nose to my crown, and began sniffing. “Eek?!” After sniffing my hair several times, he moved to my armpits, the hollows behind my knees, my groin… and finally shoved his nose between my toes. Watching him deliberately inhale only from the places where scent would linger most, my cheeks burned bright red with shame. I even forgot that my life was in the hands of my childhood friend.
This… this is too embarrassing…
“No matter where I smell, it’s the same scent. It reminds me of when we played together as kids… that nostalgic smell of freshly baked flour that seems to seduce people……”
As my childhood friend spoke, seemingly entranced by my scent, something wet slipped from his mouth and stroked the sole of my foot.
“Mmh…?”
H-he’s licking it?!
Startled by the sudden, unexpected act and the sharp tickling sensation, I twisted my body and curled my toes so tightly that wrinkles formed on my soles. Arun forcibly spread those tightly curled toes apart and began licking between them one by one.
“It really does feel like… eating freshly baked bread……”
This feeling… it’s too… strange…
A strange, tingling sensation spread up my spine, and my breath, muffled by the gag, grew increasingly ragged.
My body… is heating up… from something like this…?!
Even as I squirmed from the tickling and the strangely addictive pleasure that slowly opened my eyes to it, Arun continued licking as if possessed—from my soles to my toes, the tops of my feet, my ankles, my calves. Then his face finally lifted from between my legs. He stared down at me for a long moment as if thinking, then raised a hand in front of my chest. While I watched with anxious eyes, wondering what he would do next, Arun’s finger flicked out and playfully snapped against my nipple.
“Hngh?!”
“Your height and your breasts are still small.”
“Ugh……”
A strange sense of defeat washed over me at having my feminine charm denied, and I frowned slightly. Arun saw my expression and let out a small snort of laughter.
“Looks like you were bothered by it.”
Suddenly, Arun buried his face between the very breasts he had called small and licked them once with his tongue. After teasing my nipples with that tongue for a moment, he moved his face under my widely spread arm.
“That’s what makes you even cuter, though.”
With those words, Arun pressed his face into my armpit. Between the sparse, translucent light-brown down that was only noticeable if you looked closely, I could feel my childhood friend’s deep inhales and exhales. “Khuh…?” And then his tongue as well. Slowly, as if savoring something truly exquisite, Arun licked the faint down at the edge of my armpit, thoroughly coating it with saliva.
“A rough yet sour and savory taste, like black bread. It’s such a shame I won’t be able to see you like this for much longer……”
Hearing Arun speak as if delivering some grand report, shame flooded me all the way to the top of my head.
“U-uuu……”
Out of embarrassment, I shook my head as best I could despite the leather strap around my neck, trying to tell him to stop.
“Don’t worry. You’re my first love, aren’t you? Even if you turned out to be a criminal who tried to leech off my precious workshop, I won’t kill you or report you to the guards until I’ve had my fill. You can stay alive until I get tired of you. Probably a few days, at least.”
Even as my body trembled with shame and fear, filthy thoughts began to bloom inside me.
That’s right. You must have suffered a lot too. Struggling all alone to protect that tiny workshop against the storms of the world—you must have gone through so many worries. Something as fleeting as that immature crush from our childhood… you can throw it away easily. I understand. I understand……
And then I fanned the flames of that desire.
So please… as my childhood friend, as the little boy who once liked me… take responsibility and destroy me completely.
Just like that.
Yes. The craving for ruin that I had forgotten for merely two days came roaring back to life.
The last few strands of my remaining reason were spent on thoughts like these.
The despairing realization that in a few days I would become a rotting corpse, spat on and cursed at by beggars, transformed entirely into filthy sexual desire craving corruption and masochism.
And so, in front of the childhood friend who was about to violate me, my groin grew slick and wet.
Arun noticed it too. He stared silently at the rough sheet covering the bed as it became stained with sticky nectar.
“You……”
Arun let out a sigh with an expression of utter pity.
“I’ve only ever touched leather my whole life, so I don’t know much about a woman’s body… but this is a sign of arousal, right? Now that I think about it, the first time we met a few days ago, you seemed to be masturbating in that alley for some reason.”
Arun continued in a calm, detached tone.
“Should I say I can’t understand the mind of a criminal…? You’re not the Kaira I knew. That girl from the bakery who always seemed strangely calm yet lost in deep thought—the one we all had a crush on—she’s really gone now, isn’t she?”
I couldn’t meet his eyes as he murmured with a lonely voice, so I squeezed mine shut. The leather strap around my neck was tied so tightly that I couldn’t even turn my head.
“Well, fine. Since you seem ready too, I’ll take care of my sexual needs. Until I get sick of you and throw you away.”
Arun’s pants slid to the floor. He… seemed ready as well. I deliberately tried not to look at his rigidly protruding manhood.
Because if I saw it, the anticipation would make my already soaked lower half react even more vulgarly……
“This is my first time actually seeing what a pussy looks like. There’s almost no hair. Is that normal for women? Or is Kaira’s body just underdeveloped?”
“Uut……”
My eyebrows twitched again. Even in this situation, I hated how I still reacted every time my femininity was denied.
“I’m not sure if it’ll fit, but… well, we’ll find out once I try. I’m putting it in, Kaira.”
I gave up and let all the strength drain from my body. Since resistance was impossible, I at least wanted it to hurt a little less.
“Ugh……”
His rigidly hardened cock couldn’t find the right angle at first and awkwardly prodded only at my outer lips for a long time. He must be a virgin too.
But even that alone—the soft mound and my clit being brushed—was enough to make me feel it shamelessly. I drooled nectar below and saliva past the gag.
Tears began to well up, blurring my vision.
“Hoo… uuu……”
Arun’s manhood, which had been slowly adjusting to a woman’s most secret place for the first time, finally seemed to find the right direction inward and stopped abruptly. Then—
“Mmph?!! Uck, huok, ubhup!?!?!”
It mercilessly pierced my hymen and invaded my insides. All the way to the root. The pain felt like my lower belly was being torn apart. I screamed in an ugly way and shook my bound limbs violently. I thought I was struggling with all my might, but because I was tied so tightly, all I could do was twitch my wrists and ankles like a madwoman.
“Surprising, Kaira.”
With a slightly ecstatic expression, Arun murmured as he looked at his cock fully swallowed inside me and at the bedsheet stained with the virgin blood that had flowed out.
“It really was your first time. You were masturbating in an alley and spreading your legs to seduce a friend you hadn’t seen in years, so I honestly thought you were lying.”
“Mguh……”
“I never thought I’d be the one to take your first time…… Well, with this, I suppose I can leave behind a beautiful memory of our childhood.”
Leaving those words behind, Arun began thrusting his hips vigorously. The leatherwork I had watched two days ago hadn’t involved much large movement, so I thought he wouldn’t have had time to build up stamina… but I was wrong.
The strength and vigor of a young man in his prime far surpassed what I had imagined… or what I remembered from my previous life as a man on Earth.
His muscular thighs and the hard pelvis buried beneath those muscles pounded against my skinny crotch as if crushing it. The foreign sensation of being punched in the lower belly crawled through me like wriggling insects, tormenting my nerves.
Perhaps because I took after my mother with my small frame, it was too much to take all of Arun’s rather large member inside me. The feeling of my organs being crushed made nausea slowly rise.
“Ugh, uu… huuk, ugeuk……”
Because of the intense pain of losing my virginity, and because Arun’s cock kept rubbing against the torn membrane, tears were already streaming from my eyes like a spring.
The unpleasant feeling of my intestines being trampled, the despair of being abandoned by my childhood friend, and the self-loathing for feeling pleasure that only grew stronger in this situation all mixed together, making the nausea rise endlessly.
And in the end, I couldn’t hold back the vomit.
“Oooock!?! U, mphup!!! Kkuk, ugeuk……”
Along with a scream that could hardly be called a scream, sour and stinging liquid filled my nasal cavity. Because my throat was blocked, a great deal of vomit poured out through my nose.
“So if you block the mouth, you end up vomiting like this. What a filthy sight, Kaira. It’s hard to imagine this is the same pretty girl I saw when we were little. It’s difficult to look at you properly.”
Arun looked down at me with amused eyes as I thrashed about—the stench filling my nostrils, the stinging pain of gastric acid digesting the nasal membrane, and above all, the terror of suffocation as vomit blocked the only passage I had left for breathing. All the while, he kept slamming his hips, ravaging my womb.
My lower half convulsed from the fear that death was right before my eyes. Feeling my vagina clench tightly around him, Arun seemed to realize something. His strong hand reached toward my face, which was still coughing and struggling to breathe from the remnants of vomit. Even with my blurred vision, I could tell. Something ominous was about to happen.
Arun grabbed my throat, which was still heaving from the vomiting, and squeezed.
“Khuk… uu, uck…. ok……”
It felt like the blood flowing through my carotid artery had stopped. Everything grew distant.
The pain, the despair, the sense of betrayal—all of it scattered along with my consciousness. Only… the feeling that ruin and death stood right before me, and the endless ecstasy born from it, remained vivid……
“Huok!?! Hoo, hooooup……!!!”
Just as suddenly as he had choked me, Arun abruptly released his hand. Life-giving air rushed into my nostrils, which still carried the stench of vomit, like a torrent. I had been brought back from the brink of death.
Was my childhood friend… toying with my life like this for fun, only to kill me once I was no longer useful in the end?
The moment my consciousness returned, I felt a sticky foreign sensation against the inner walls of my vagina. Something soft seemed to spurt and pour out. Instinctively… I knew what it was.
It was nothing new. I had experienced it hundreds of times in that horrific basement.
After releasing his load once, Arun looked down at me with a face that seemed slightly drained of strength. And I……
“Nngh… uup…♡”
The moment Arun finished ejaculating, I began shaking my hips like a lowly whore. I had to keep his cock, which was beginning to lose strength, inside me. I wanted it to harden again—the thing that made a girl feel so good.
Without any restraint, I rocked my waist, seducing him to please crush my precious place once more. Arun had hesitated slightly from the aftershocks of his climax, but he soon understood my wish and granted it. His cock, hardened once again, dug deep into my body. Scraping out the semen he had just poured inside me.
“Ughut!?! Uu, umph… huup, muhuk!! Khuhot… uuok……♡”
Heated moans leaked through the gag. Inside my nose, which still carried a faint stench of gastric acid, sweet nasal whimpers echoed. In front of the man who was violating me at will and would eventually kill me or hand me over to the executioner, I was writhing in excitement with a disheveled expression, reaching climax again and again in succession.
From my vulgar pussy that sought only pleasure, pathetically thin nectar flowed endlessly. Even without a mirror, I could easily tell that my face—covered in the saliva, snot, and vomit I had spilled—was ruined with a completely broken expression.
And that made me happy.
Yes. I was.
I…… had come all this way just to become like this.
To be violated by my childhood friend, then discarded like a broken pencil in a few days, and to die like trash on the gallows. Good. It feels good… being broken, ruined, falling. I love it so, so much. If I could, I want to fall even lower, even deeper……
This was the indelible wound—no, the gift—that Zophy had left me.
“Kaira, you taste so good… I love you, Kaira. I love you……”
“Nngh, mmuut… huuu… uup, bvp, uheung……♡”
Thinking that I wanted to enjoy this happy gift even more, I was violated by Arun until my strength gave out and I fainted.