The Beast's Shadow
On the elevator ride home, not a single word of Min-a’s lively chatter reached Seong-jun’s ears.
He gave the occasional meaningless reply, but in his mind he kept replaying only one image, over and over.
Room 503.
While Min-a punched in the door code, Seong-jun pictured the black shadow standing behind her.
Beep-beep-beep - click.
The lock released with a sharp sound, and the front door swung open.
The instant Min-a opened it, Seong-jun slipped in behind her, shoving her vulnerable back as he entered.
Bang!
The slam of the door sent a heavy vibration through the air of the house, their private little castle.
In Seong-jun’s head, the blur of the Black man he had seen at the market just moments ago kept replaying like an intruder who had slipped in through the unlocked door and followed them home.
A prickling pulse began beating in a rhythm he had never felt before.
"Huh? H-hey? Oppa?!"
Instead of answering, Seong-jun wrapped an arm around Min-a’s waist and drove her toward the shoe cabinet by the entryway.
The grocery bag dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
"Hah... chuup... oo... pa..."
Seong-jun’s lips came down on Min-a’s like a beast.
Inside his head, reality was being overpainted by his fantasy.
The one forcing himself on Min-a now was no longer her husband, Im Seong-jun.
It was the huge Black man who had followed her from the market, ravaging her.
Dark skin. That unmistakable smell of sweat. An overwhelming body.
Seong-jun gripped her ass roughly, as if acting out the hallucination exactly as it played in his mind.
"Haah... haah... Oppa, suddenly..."
When their lips parted, Min-a gasped for breath and spoke.
Her glasses were slightly askew, and her face was flushed a deep red.
But of course, there was no trace of the fear or resistance Seong-jun wanted.
Her gaze was full only of affection and expectation for the husband who was devouring her so rough and hungry.
Then she pushed lightly at Seong-jun’s chest and smiled.
"Just a second... Oppa, put the ice cream in the freezer first. It’s getting hot out, so it’ll all melt."
With those words, the vivid image of the Black man Seong-jun had been clutching so desperately slipped behind the layers of ordinary reality.
Black man, rape, violation.
Those decadent words lost their force and scattered before the pathetic reality of melting ice cream.
"Ah... yeah. Right."
The strength went out of Seong-jun’s hands, and Min-a quickly wriggled free, stooping to pick up the fallen bag.
"I’ll put it away in a sec. Go wait in bed. Okay?"
With a sticky, sidelong smile, Min-a stroked his crotch once over his pants, then disappeared into the kitchen.
The freezer door opening. The rustle of plastic bags.
The utterly ordinary sounds of daily life were trying to cool Seong-jun’s arousal down to nothing.
Damn it... I finally got into it.
He wasn’t trying to have love-making sex in his familiar bedroom, whispering sweet things to his wife.
Biting his lip, Seong-jun immediately trailed after Min-a into the kitchen.
Her back as she organized the groceries into the refrigerator hadn’t lost the slightest bit of its appeal, even under her training pants.
He closed his eyes and called up the Black man from the market again. The image he had seen with his own eyes had been more intense than he expected.
The fire hadn’t gone out completely yet.
As Min-a finished and straightened up, Seong-jun came up behind her and pressed his long-erect lower body against her ass.
Then his hands began at her hips, climbed over the sensual curve of them, and traveled up to her slim upper body.
"Ah...! Oppa. Hehehe. Can’t wait?"
Min-a turned and wrapped her arms around Seong-jun’s neck.
"You were acting all huffy this morning."
Her warm body heat and sweet skin scent drifted up around him.
"Did you suddenly get turned on? Hm?"
Min-a seemed to still be a little bothered by the rejection that morning and wanted to confirm Seong-jun’s desire again.
"You teased me with that sexy ass, you little bitch."
At Seong-jun’s profanity-laced answer, Min-a’s eyes darkened.
Outside of roleplay sex, it had been a long time since she had seen him like this.
"Ahh... hah!"
With Seong-jun’s rough response, Min-a’s own arousal flared as well.
She sucked on his tongue and kissed him with eager force.
"Mmm...."
But that didn’t help him.
Her passionate kiss, so hungry for affection, dragged Seong-jun back into reality again.
Seong-jun grabbed her shoulders and roughly bent her over the table.
"Ah!"
Then he yanked off her training pants and underwear in one swift motion.
Not the clean, controlled lines of leggings, but the vividly living, seductive shape of Min-a’s lower body came into view and drove Seong-jun’s arousal back up.
His hand plunged without hesitation between her thighs.
"Haaah... Oppa..."
Min-a twisted her waist and moaned.
The entrance to her cunt was already wet and slick.
Seong-jun hurriedly pulled out his cock and rubbed it against that damp slit.
The short-trimmed hairs teased his head.
Think of it. Yeah... good...
Seong-jun closed his eyes and began to summon the fantasy from moments ago.
"Oppa, it feels good... hurry up and put it in..."
Min-a whispered in a wet, needy voice.
Normally, her teasing would have stoked his excitement, but now it kept sounding like noise interfering with his focus.
His immersion kept breaking, and irritation kept rising in him.
What bothered him most of all was the look in Min-a’s eyes as she lay half-turned over the table and stared at him.
Through her disheveled hair, her eyes were full of love for Seong-jun, and certainty in Seong-jun’s love for her.
That look...
Without meaning to, Seong-jun thought of the blindfold in the drawer of his studio.
The blindfold Min-a had once used to make Seong-jun mistake her for someone else was now desperately needed for a different reason.
Instead, Seong-jun seized her hair.
"Ahhh!!"
Min-a’s head snapped back with her waist, and a moan spilled from her parted lips.
Growling, Seong-jun gripped his painfully hard cock with his other hand.
Min-a’s arousal was running down his head and wetting his fingers.
"Fuck... I’m going in!"
"Do it. Oppa!!"
Seong-jun pushed in slowly at first, then surged forward and slammed his hips in all at once.
Thwack!
His cock drove straight through Min-a’s already hot, primed inner walls.
"Aahhh!"
Min-a’s whole body gave a hard shudder.
The hot, solid cock she had not felt in a while made her mind go blank for an instant.
She tore off the glasses slipping down her nose.
Then she clutched both sides of the table to brace herself against the weight of Seong-jun driving into her ass.
As always, she surrendered everything to Seong-jun and focused entirely on the pleasure.
The sight he usually found so irritating looked, today, like a mouthwatering meal laid out on the table.
Min-a’s back, bent crosswise over the white marble table, was enough to stir Seong-jun’s sense of transgression.
Fuck... this is it...
Now it was time to drag the fantasy fully into reality.
Like smearing black paint all over a pure white canvas, it was time to stain the white table with vivid black desire.
Seong-jun released Min-a’s hair and, with both hands, gripped her hips as if they were handles for fucking from behind.
Then he began recreating the scene he had imagined at the market.
Flap! Flap!! Flap!!
Biting his lower lip, Seong-jun started grinding into her with all the force he could summon.
Her breasts, pressed flat against the table, were squashed back and forth like dough, and the ass receiving his hips warped into an obscene shape.
Her limp legs swayed pitifully with his motion.
"Haaang! Haaahng!! So... strong...!!"
How is it? Your husband can’t do this for you, can he?
Unable to voice the line rising to his throat, Seong-jun instead kept hammering into her with everything he had.
"Ugh... nghh!"
Suppressed moans leaked out in rhythm with the piston-like thrusts.
Min-a’s inner walls began tightening as if they were sucking his cock in.
For someone as hypersensitive as she was, Seong-jun’s rough thrusts delivered pleasure in an instant.
On top of that, the way Seong-jun devoured her like a glutton amplified the sensation of pleasure by several times.
"Oppa... too... ahh... nnngh! There...!"
Oppa? Even now, do I still sound like your oppa?
To wipe out the last traces of reality still spilling from Min-a’s mouth, Seong-jun grabbed her hips roughly and drove her harder.
"Haaah! Faster... I... I think I’m gonna cum...!"
Less than three minutes had passed since he’d entered her.
Min-a’s legs began trembling violently.
Her orgasm was already surging up through her whole body from the fingertips and toes like an unstoppable tsunami.
The inner walls of her cunt began contracting in waves, gnawing at Seong-jun’s head.
"Hng."
Even accounting for her premature-climax constitution, it was a distinctly early signal.
At her approaching orgasm, Seong-jun reflexively increased his speed.
He clenched his teeth hard to hide the breath turning ragged in his chest.
Come all over that Black cock, you fucking whore!
Seong-jun slapped the shaking curve of Min-a’s ass.
"Fuck!"
As if on cue, her entire body from the tips of her toes to both legs straightened out and began to convulse.
"Ahh!! Ah! Ah! It’s coming! It’s coming!! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, aaaahhh!!!"
Min-a threw her head back and a strangled cry burst from her throat.
Hot arousal gushed out from deep inside her cunt, soaking Seong-jun’s cock and squeezing it again and again as it contracted and loosened.
It was an explosive orgasm that had erupted in just three minutes.
The aftershock of it kept wracking Min-a’s whole body in spasms.
"Ahh...! Ngh!"
Seong-jun watched her, breathing hard with his cock still buried inside her.
Maybe because he had driven himself in at maximum speed and power from the very start, his breathing still hadn’t settled.
At this rate, he couldn’t properly play the role of the virile middle-aged man from the roleplay, let alone the Black man he had seen at the market.
"Haah... haah.... Hoo...."
Damn it...
The heartbeat hammering against his ribs subdued the strange pulse that had been driving him on.
A little rest would fix it.
But the reality of his physical limits blew away even the last black afterimage lingering in his mind.
His arousal cooling as if it had all been a lie, the blood that had gathered there as though it were no longer needed began to drain away, too.
Min-a’s inner walls clenched around him, trying to hold on, but Seong-jun’s cock slipped out with a slow, sliding ease.
"Oppa... so gooood..."
Min-a’s praise, slurred by pleasure, was directed at no one but Seong-jun.
Whether he was possessed by a Black man in his fantasies or acting the role of the middle-aged man in roleplay, Seong-jun knew better than anyone that he could never truly become someone else.
Where the shadow of that enormous Black cock had vanished, there remained only Seong-jun’s miserable cock, with a single drop of unspent desire pooling at its tip.