Cuckoo's Nest
Chapter 9. Cuckoo's Nest
Chapter 9. Cuckoo's Nest
It was 1 a.m.
On the monitor, the stalled manuscript of the fantasy novel still glared back at him.
The few lines he had managed to squeeze out since morning sat there pathetically, waiting to be entered.
He could no longer put it off. He could no longer pretend not to see it.
And yet Seong-jun's hands only drifted over the keyboard, unable to summon even the lightest pressure.
The screen was as good as blank.
He was about to pull his hands away when they came to rest suddenly over two keys.
His fingers moved slowly, but without hesitation.
ALT... F4.
Do you want to save?
"......"
No.
In a single second, the labor of the day vanished in vain.
Yet Seong-jun's expression looked almost relieved.
He sank back into his chair and stared at the empty desktop.
In the center of it sat a lone yellow folder.
[Cuckoo]
It wasn't even hidden, just his own private territory, a place Mina would never dare peek into.
On the faith of her trust, it was the septic tank where Seong-jun's filth safely rotted away.
Even while he worked, even while he surfed the internet, that thing always waited for him beneath everything else.
Today, it seemed, he would have to open the tank at last.
The mouse cursor drifted toward the folder as if drawn by a magnet.
Click, click.
The moment it opened, it was as though a rancid stench seeped out of the monitor.
[Group Sex Invitation 3P]
[School Reunion Gangbang]
[Delivery Exposure Sex]
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.
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Dozens of text files welcomed the master of desire.
There, Mina was being humiliated under layers of black type instead of white semen.
As Seong-jun looked on, his eyes shimmered with a quiet madness.
His lower body was already growing heavy.
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[MinaTheGivingOne.txt]
[NeighborBlackMan.txt]
[asdfghjkl.txt]
After scrolling down a few times, the target file finally came into view at the very bottom of the folder.
For a moment, Seong-jun thought back to the sex from earlier that day.
Mina had said she had been satisfied, but they had only gone once.
Even if she really had been satisfied, he himself hadn't come anywhere near finishing.
A tight ache pulled at his lower abdomen.
If he didn't squeeze it out soon, it felt as though he might rot from the inside.
He double-clicked the file.
At the edge of the screen, where tens of thousands of characters had already piled up, the cursor blinked on, urging Seong-jun's filth to spill out.
Here, neither the limits of the body nor the restraints of morality existed.
The fingers that had been listless all day finally began to produce a brisk sound.
Dong-ding.
At the sound of the doorbell, Mina, still wearing an apron, went to the entrance.
When she checked the intercom screen, her pupils shook.
A black silhouette filled the display. The black man next door, Marcus.
"W-what is it...?"
"Hey, it's me. Marcus."
Mina hesitated for a moment, then opened the door with trembling hands.
Beep-chik. Clunk.
As the heavy lock clicked open,
a massive shadow swallowed the entrance and covered Mina completely.
The beastlike smell of sweat rolling off that 190-centimeter frame seeped into the apartment.
"What is this about? I told you we were never going to contact each other again..."
"No, no. You know it too. Why'd you open the door?"
Marcus grinned slyly and shut the front door.
Click. The sound of the lock turning tightened around Mina's heart.
"No... I was just... confirming what you said last time..."
Instead of answering, Marcus seized her by the waist and crushed his mouth over hers. His thick lips devoured Mina's mouth, sucking it in.
At the same time, his rough hand clamped hard over her ass.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Mina's resistance was useless before Marcus's overwhelming strength.
He half-lifted her and carried her into the kitchen. Her feet kicked helplessly in the air, but the black man's forearms did not even twitch.
On the dining table lay the ingredients for dinner.
With one arm, Marcus swept them all off the tabletop.
Crash!
Plates shattered, vegetables rolled across the floor.
He threw Mina down in their place.
"Kyahhh!!!"
Her skirt flipped up, leaving her white thighs bare for all to see.
Marcus swept his gaze over her sprawled on the table like prey.
"What are you doing! Get out right now!"
Mina tried to sit up and climb down from the table.
But Marcus grabbed her ankle and lifted it.
Mina toppled backward, exposing herself beneath her skirt once again.
"I'll leave when I'm done."
In Marcus's huge hand, Mina's slender ankle was less than a handful.
"Let go of me! My husband will be home soon!"
"Your husband? Oh, Mina. Then we'd better hurry."
Chuckling, Marcus spread her legs apart.
"I told my husband everything! I told him it would never happen again! So please...!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
With one hand, Marcus hooked Mina's leg under his arm and pinned her upper body to the table.
With the other, he grabbed her ankle and forced her legs wider apart.
Mina was left bound to the tabletop, unable to move a muscle.
Riiip!
Marcus peeled off her flimsy panties as though tearing them away.
"Stop! Please! Don't...!"
"Mmm... good... bitch smell."
Marcus buried his face in her mound and drew in a deep breath.
His rough breath brushed against Mina's sensitive flesh.
Like biting into fruit, he took her entire mound into his mouth and sucked hard.
Sluuuurp!
"Hhhhngh!!!!"
Mina swallowed the cry that threatened to burst from her lips.
Marcus vacuumed at her mound as though he were sucking up dust, while at the same time forcing a thick tongue into the entrance of her cunt.
Then the hand pinning Mina down slipped beneath her shirt.
When he pushed up her bra, soft, resilient breasts stuck to the palm of his hand.
One of Marcus's favorite pleasures was coaxing Mina's hidden nipples out into the open.
While his mouth worked her pussy relentlessly, he began to attack her nipples with single-minded determination.
"Ghk... nghk...!"
Mina clamped a hand over her mouth and strained the veins in her neck, trying to endure it, but Marcus did not stop.
"P-please...."
This time he pursed his lips and sucked hard around her clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against it.
Slup! Slurrrp! Tap!
"Haahk!!"
Mina's waist jerked upward as if jolted by electricity.
The vibration ran straight through to Marcus's lips.
When Marcus pulled his face back, Mina's juices gleamed at the corner of his mouth.
The clear liquid glistening over his black skin looked even more obscene.
"See? Now you know. Why you opened the door."
Marcus said it while steadily squeezing the nipple that had risen hard and red.
"Hahk!!! It hurts...!"
At the painful stimulation, Mina panted harshly and glared at him with eyes full of contempt.
"Oh, that's a good look. Keep making that face."
Marcus smiled and yanked off his loose shorts and underwear in one motion.
"If you look like a sloppy little slut, I'll punish you."
Thunk.
The hideously oversized cock restrained inside his underwear sprang free.
A black, massive club knotted with grotesque veins.
"Hngh!"
Before she knew it, a sound burst out of her.
It was a moan she couldn't tell was fear or suppressed anticipation.
"No, Marcus... my husband will be home soon. Please. Just for today..."
Marcus half-listened as he already rubbed his hardened glans against Mina's soaked cunt.
"Today? Why?"
"Today... is our wedding anniversary. So my husband will be home early. It's true. Please, Marcus..."
But when Marcus heard that, a strange light of madness gleamed in his eyes.
"Oh, shit. Really? Really? Daaamn! That's fucking great!"
Mina was thrown off by the emotion in Marcus's voice, unable to read what he was feeling.
"So please... if anything, then tomorrow..."
Mina was startled by the fact that the word tomorrow had left her own mouth.
Still, the excuse that today was impossible gave her permission to rationalize it.
"Tomorrow? Good. Fine."
At Marcus's answer, a glimmer of hope flickered in Mina's eyes.
"Then..."
"Okay, I'll come tomorrow too. But..."
Marcus clutched her thigh hard.
"I can't hold back on a day like today."
Thwack-! Squelch!
Without warning, Marcus drove the massive cock straight to the root.
"Kyaaaah!!"
A scream tore through the kitchen.
It was a violent thrust, impossible to distinguish fear from pleasure.
Marcus hooked Mina's leg under his arm, gripped her hips, and began ramming into her with no restraint at all.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Oh, shit! Bitch! Mina's pussy, fuck yes!"
With Marcus's piston-like motion, Mina's mind went white.
The pleasure numbing her reason left her unable even to think that she should refuse or scream.
Her body, already burning hot in an instant, was racing toward a resented orgasm.
"Nggh! Nnngh...!"
Using the last of her sanity, she bit her lip to keep the moans from spilling out.
But she could not stop her trembling legs.
Marcus knew better than anyone how Mina's body reacted after she'd already tasted him several times.
"Take it, you premature little slut! I'll punish you. You want punishment?"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Ahh! A-ah! N-no...!"
Mina could not hear Marcus's words. Even if she had, she would not have been able to endure it.
When the pleasure she had been holding back crossed its limit, her brain overloaded.
"Nnngh! K-kraaaah... k-kuuuaaaah!!!!"
Her eyes rolled back as a bestial cry burst from her mouth. It felt as though every cell in her body was burning up in the flames of climax.
Violent pleasure, something she could never feel with her husband.
As Mina climaxed, Marcus did not slow down in the slightest and kept pounding into her.
"Fucking bitch. I knew it. Look at that slut face. Hah?"
"Haaahk... st... op... hngh... nghk... n-nooo..."
The stimulation, continuing even before the first climax had finished, carried her into a second wave, then a third.
The body's reactions, continuing regardless of Mina's will, at last shattered and ground her will to dust.
"Nngh... ghhaaaah... aga... again... I-I'm c-coming again!!!!"
Marcus did not stop for nearly ten minutes, until her convulsions finally subsided.
By then, Mina had been hit by four orgasms and was completely wrecked.
"Hah... now we're warmed up."
Marcus licked his lips, his heated muscles twitching as he looked down at Mina sprawled across the table.
The nightmare was only beginning.
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