2:1 Bondage Play (3)
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap…
Pew-byuut!! Byuut, byurrrrrrr….
“Guaaah… guuh… aah…”
My arms and legs were bound in iron chains, leaving me utterly unable to resist as I came again and again—so many times I had long since lost count.
How much time had passed? In this room even the sense of time itself had dissolved; a day could feel like a year, a year like a single second.
The semen I had spilled was smeared thickly across the bed, soaking it in a sticky mess.
Even so, Yumin kept smiling as she steadily continued the handjob with her latex-gloved hands.
Somewhere along the way she had gestured to Ayeong, who had been standing blankly to the side, and given her an order.
“…Hey. Climb up and make our Jihoon feel good. But the cock is mine, so don’t even think about getting greedy, okay?”
“……”
Ayeong nodded without a word and slowly approached me.
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmmpph!”
Then Ayeong pressed her thoroughly soaked pussy lips against my mouth and clamped her thighs tight around my temples so I couldn’t turn my head away.
“Haaah, haaah, mmph… haaah…”
Drowning in the thick female scent of Ayeong and the sticky juices pouring into my mouth, I was forced to endure the continuous handjob.
“…Haang… ang… aaang… uu…”
While grinding her pussy against me, Ayeong unconsciously fondled her own nipples and let out soft moans.
Judging by that, even a body whose original owner had been stolen still seemed capable of feeling pleasure.
How much more time slipped by?
By now Ayeong was practically masturbating against my face, rubbing her pussy back and forth with vigorous rolls of her hips.
“There we go, there we go~ Stretch those legs out nice and straight—good boy~ Our Jihoon peed again, didn’t he? Good job~ Ufufu.”
At the same time Yumin treated me like a baby, wringing out endless loads of semen.
Sensation in my cock had vanished long ago. All that remained was the vague, uncertain feeling of something hot endlessly surging and leaking from inside.
Yumin cupped the glans with both hands and stroked it up and down,
slipped a fingertip into the urethra while I was still ejaculating and stirred it around,
or pushed a hand into my anus and pressed hard against my prostate to milk out every drop.
I could only stare blankly with unfocused eyes like a dead man, trembling and letting out meaningless moans.
“Ah… uuh… haah… kkuut… kku…”
Eventually she greedily sucked the semen that had thoroughly coated her latex gloves, then straightened her skirt and rose from her seat with a satisfied stretch.
“…Haaah, that felt good. God, look at all that cum… I feel refreshed myself. Fufu, but you know we’re only halfway done, right?”
“Khh, kkuup… mmph… hup… w-what did you…”
My mouth was still crushed under Ayeong’s pussy lips, making it hard even to answer properly.
Yumin frowned, then clapped her hands sharply to give Ayeong a new order.
“Hey, that’s enough now. Get down. Honestly, what have you done to that handsome face? Wipe your hair off him…”
The fine soft hairs from Ayeong’s pussy had gotten caught between my teeth, leaving me looking grotesque.
On top of that, thick juices covered my face like candle wax, making even breathing difficult.
Ayeong climbed off my face with a dejected expression and carefully wiped me clean with tissues.
Only then did Yumin lean in and rain sweet kisses on my half-dazed mouth.
“Chuuu… smack… smack… slurp… chup…”
Sharing kisses like this with Yumin in her school uniform felt strangely surreal.
Back when she was still alive we had never done anything of the sort. No—I had never even imagined that Yumin might have dreamed of things like this.
That quiet, composed girl had been harboring such filthy fantasies about me all along.
And somehow she had even stolen someone else’s body just to make those dreams come true. There was no excuse left for her.
Yumin neatly folded her uniform skirt, set it aside, and tugged her panties aside to reveal her soft inner labia.
With her face flushed bright red she grinned wide and whispered,
“…Come on, let’s become one now? Just so you know, I’ve also cast an infinite-erection spell, so don’t worry. We’re going to be together forever…”
…There really are all kinds of spells, I thought, just as Yumin slowly lowered her pussy onto my rigidly standing cock.
“Nngh… uu… hup… ah, it hurts…”
As expected, that frail body couldn’t take my massive cock all at once. She had only managed to get the head inside and was already bleeding, letting out pained moans.
Yumin wore a startled expression, as if she had never realized sex could hurt this much.
“…Th-this is weird… When I did it with her body it never hurt this bad, so why… kkuut…”
Even now she bit her lip and scowled as if cursing her own body.
Clutching her lower abdomen she groaned for a long while before finally succeeding in taking me all the way to the base.
Her hymen had been brutally torn; blood streamed down her crotch, yet Yumin only wore a blissful smile.
“…Hehe… Finally… finally we did it… From now on you and I are together forever. We’ll eat together, sleep together… Oh, right. If you need to pee, just do it inside me. I never want to be apart from you for even a second. Got it?”
“……”
Instead of answering I simply stared at her with a blank expression for a long time.
Yumin tilted her head and asked,
“…Why that face? Something wrong?”
“…There’s no such thing as forever. You know that too.”
When I murmured it quietly, the bright smile on Yumin’s face gradually faded into a blank mask.
She glared at me in silence for a moment, then kept my cock buried inside her as she drew her knees together and squatted down.
Looking down at me coldly she replied,
“…You really… haven’t changed at all—always the type to pour cold water on everything, then and now. Or is it just with me? You’re truly awful, you know that?”
“To me you’re already nothing more than a dead person.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and muttered softly. Yumin’s eyes rolled back white.
I spoke to her calmly.
“…Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m glad I got to see you again like this. Because now I can finally apologize to you.”
“I don’t particularly want an apology for that day. Just staying connected like this is more than enou—”
I cut off her smiling reply and stated flatly,
“I’m sorry, Yumin. There was a time I liked you too, but now I have someone else I love. I have to go back to her no matter what. So I can’t stay here with you any longer.”
As I finished in a firm tone, Yumin’s expression slowly twisted. She parted her lips slightly and murmured,
“…Ah. So the apology was about that? Not about how you got angry and left that day?”
“…That was mutual, wasn’t it?”
I glanced at Ayeong and answered nonchalantly. Yumin’s face contorted with fierce irritation.
I had never dreamed that the kind Yumin I once knew could make such a venomous expression.
Ten years locked away in this tiny room must have twisted her personality into something grotesque.
Yumin cracked her neck left and right while glaring sharply at me, then suddenly smiled and turned her head.
“…You mean this person, right? Shall we take a look at what she’s doing right now?”
She pulled a remote from beside the bed and switched on a small television screen.
To my shock, Yeji’s face appeared on the display.
I stared blankly at Yeji on the TV until a sudden realization hit me and I blurted out urgently,
“…You—when the hell did you hide cameras in our house… mmph.”
Yumin covered my mouth with her hand as if telling me to be quiet and watched the screen with keen interest.
On the television Yeji was wearing makeup and flashy clothes; today must have been the rehearsal for the role she had mentioned last time, the one where the cast would be decided.
On-screen Yeji was diligently memorizing lines from the script when she suddenly set it down and muttered dejectedly,
“…Haaah… Where on earth has Jihoon disappeared to… He’s not the type to just vanish like this… It’s already been a whole week…”
Her words hit me like a blow. A full week had already passed since I was imprisoned in this room.
Yumin snickered as she watched Yeji fidget and bite her nails.
“…Looks like today’s performance is a wash. But don’t worry—someone like her will forget you in no time and find a new boyfriend. Look at that, she’s already with another guy.”
Just as Yumin said, Yeji was walking side by side with a man who looked like a fellow actor. I shook my head and forced myself to stay calm.
“…He’s just a work colleague. There’s no way Yeji would forget me that easily.”
“You really think so? You were just her friend once too, weren’t you?
Think about it—a boyfriend who suddenly goes radio silent and vanishes without a word, versus a handsome male colleague right in front of her. Which way do you think her heart will lean? Ufufu… The answer’s obvious, isn’t it?”
Indeed, the male colleague on screen kept drawing closer and talking to Yeji as if interested. For now she still wore an awkward expression and rejected the physical contact, but if I remained trapped here much longer, Yumin’s prediction might well come true…
“Kkkuuugh… Yumin!! Undo this right now! Hurry!”
I finally lost my composure and thrashed while shouting, but Yumin merely shrugged with perfect calm.
Then she leaned down, draping herself over me, and whispered with deliberately leisurely malice,
“…Give it up. Even if you somehow make it back in the distant future it’ll already be too late—that woman won’t care about you anymore. No, she’ll just be embarrassed that an old flame suddenly reappeared… Wouldn’t it be better to stay here and live happily ever after with me instead, hmm…?”
“Kkkuugh… uuuugh! Uwaaaaah!”
I roared in fury and struggled wildly, but the thick iron chains only clanked heavily with no sign of breaking.
Just as Yumin was smiling in satisfaction at the despair slowly flooding my face—
Thud—
A dull, heavy sound suddenly rang out from the back of Yumin’s head.
“…Huh?”
Yumin sat frozen with a startled expression for a moment, then toppled sideways in a heap.
I gasped for breath and looked around wildly, trying to understand what had happened.
And finally I saw it: behind the fallen Yumin, Ayeong stood with a blank expression, a hammer in her hand.
My eyes went wide as I carefully opened my mouth.
“…A-Ayeong…? Was that you just now…?”
Instead of answering, Ayeong silently leaned down and began undoing the chain knots binding my limbs.
The moment I regained freedom of my hands and feet I shoved Yumin aside and hurriedly pulled my clothes back on.
When I carefully looked at Ayeong, she wordlessly raised a finger and pointed toward the front door—
as if explaining that I only needed to go out that way.
I swallowed hard and murmured while gazing at her,
“…Thank you, Ayeong.”
I didn’t fully understand what had happened, but my guess was that a faint remnant of the original owner’s consciousness had remained even after Yumin stole the body.
Why that consciousness had surfaced now of all times, and why it had chosen to help me—those were things no one would ever know.
I started walking toward the front door, then suddenly stopped and turned back.
I held out my hand to Ayeong, who stood like a mannequin staring blankly at the floor, and said,
“…Come with me.”
Ayeong slowly turned her eyes and looked at me for a long while.
After our gazes remained locked for some time, she finally gave a small nod. I smiled brightly and tightly clasped her hand.
Just as Ayeong and I were slowly walking toward the front door together—
a desperate cry suddenly rang out from behind us.
“Ah… no, wait!”
Yumin was crawling across the floor, blood streaming from her head.
She stretched a pitiful hand toward me and pleaded,
“…If you leave this room right now, everything ends! I’ll vanish completely from this world! I’m serious! Do you really want me gone from this world?”
“…..”
Ayeong and I turned our heads in silence to look at her. Yumin crawled desperately and shouted,
“That was the only condition I promised the god! The moment you found out that Ayeong was me, I would disappear!
You calling my name at the end made the condition complete! We can keep being together forever inside this room, but the second you open that door and walk out, I’ll be gone for good! And you’re fine with that? Really?
But we’re on the same side!”
Yumin screamed her final desperate struggle at the top of her lungs. I looked down at her with pitying eyes, then finally shook my head slowly and murmured,
“…I’m sorry, Yumin. But I don’t want to live in the past.”
“…What.”
While Yumin stared up at me with a hollow expression,
I spun around, yanked the front door open, and strode out into the world beyond with Ayeong at my side.