Dawn of Despair
Dim lighting filters softly into the bedroom. Right after the second storm-like bout of passion ends, the massive predator continues relentlessly pouring his hot, depraved semen into the deepest recesses of his prey's womb. Plung! His thick cock burrows into Harin's pussy as if to tear it apart to the hilt, the sticky fluid slamming against her womb walls with a sound that echoes through the room. Minhyuk's enormous shaft ruthlessly probes her most sensitive spot—thrust, thrust, thrust—pushing in every last drop without mercy. Her belly swells slightly from the overwhelming fullness. Harin's unfocused eyes stare at the ceiling as she gasps for ragged breaths. Bone-crushing fatigue and searing shame crash over her simultaneously.
"Please... stop now, Executive Director..." Harin pleads in a cracked voice.
But Minhyuk gently presses his lips to her sweat-drenched forehead, issuing his command in the most arrogant, unyielding tone. "My name is Minhyuk. From now on, drop the title outside and call me by my name."
A declaration of utter submission. Ordering her to address the branch's absolute ruler by name crushes the public superior-subordinate dynamic and etches private domination eternally into her soul—a chilling proclamation.
"Minhyuk... please... please let me go now..." Harin clings desperately, her trembling lips forming his name.
Yet the lewd, predatory smile curling Minhyuk's lips doesn't fade in the slightest. "Didn't you hear me earlier? The night is insanely long, Harin."
No sooner do the words leave his mouth than Minhyuk, without withdrawing his cock still buried deep in her pussy, wraps his arms around Harin's waist. With firm arms, he pulls her body toward his chest, shifting into a seated position. Her legs naturally wrap around his waist in perfect, overlapping closeness. Now, from below, he begins slowly thrusting upward while embracing her. Plung! Splurt!
"Nngh...! Minhyuk... don't...!"
The moment Harin's pussy swallows his thick cock to the base, her inner walls stretch as if tearing, unleashing obscene sounds. Minhyuk alternates gripping her breasts with one hand, sucking on her already erect nipples. He rolls them lightly with his tongue before sucking hard, while his other hand roughly kneads the remaining breast. Wet sucking noises fill the room. Slurp... slurp-slurp... smack!
"Haa... the way it squeezes like this... you want it too, don't you? Even if your mouth says no, your pussy... your body is honestly craving my cock."
Minhyuk whispers low and lewdly, sucking her nipple hard once more. At the same time, he moves his hips very slowly but deeply. Plung... plung... plung... Each time his cock nudges her womb, Harin's body shudders violently.
"Ah... don't... please... Minhyuk...!"
Harin sobs, trying to push against his chest, but Minhyuk won't forgive the resistance. He grabs her chin with one hand, forcing her mouth open, and shoves his hot tongue sloppily inside. The sound of saliva mixing rings out disgustingly clear. Tss-tss-tss... slurp-slurp... schlop!
While entwining his tongue deep inside her mouth and ravaging it, he thrusts his cock upward even more fiercely from below. Plung! Plung! Plung-plung-plung! Slap! Slap! Flesh collides with resounding smacks, and watery squelches echo from within her pussy. Harin's body is already completely attuned to his rhythm. Her waist, which initially resisted, unconsciously lowers to match his movements, swaying in sync. Minhyuk's eyes gleam with satisfaction at the sight.
"That's right... just like that, Harin... your body already knows it's mine..."
He bites down hard on her breast again, sucking voraciously, and thrusts his hips faster and deeper. Plung! Splurt! Squeltch! Tss-tss-tss-tss! Her pussy clenches wildly around his cock, signaling climax approaching. Her body trembles uncontrollably, breaths coming in explosive gasps.
"Aaaah...! Minhyuk...! No...! I'm... cumming...!"
As Harin reaches her peak, Minhyuk embraces her madly. Wrapping both arms fully around her back, he buries his cock as deep as possible and holds still. Gush! Hot semen erupts first into the depths of her womb. Gush... gush... gush...! With intense pulsing, his shaft throbs, battering her most sensitive walls and injecting semen endlessly. Her belly swells slightly as hot, sticky fluid fills her womb to the brim. Harin shudders from the shock, unknowingly clawing his back as she climaxes.
Even after ejaculating, Minhyuk keeps his cock fully sheathed, cradling her face with both hands. He smothers her mouth again in a sloppy deep kiss, thrusting his tongue deep and tangling lewdly until saliva drips. Tss-tss-tss... schlop... slurp-slurp... The third night stretches on endlessly. Harin's utterly subjugated body clenches around her semen-filled pussy, her soul being sucked into the abyss of endless corruption.
Several hours later.
Cold morning sunlight filters through the window, softly illuminating the bedroom. Harin lies collapsed, exhausted from the beastly lovemaking all night. Her entire body is a mess of red bruises, saliva, and semen stains. She tries to pull the blanket over her naked form, but Minhyuk's massive, muscular body is already mounted flawlessly against her back. Naked, he completely covers her back, one hand slowly caressing her body—from her nape down her spine, waist, to her hips... greedily stroking every inch his fingers touch. Then he extends his tongue, licking every crevice of her skin. Savoring the mingled taste of sweat, semen, and last night's traces, he laps long at her nape, traces her spine to her waist, and delves into the cleft of her ass.
"Mmm... Harin, your body tastes this good even in the morning..."
Poised fully atop her, he slips one hand beneath her breast. He roughly grabs and kneads the plump flesh. Pinching and twisting her nipple between his fingers, his other hand presses and fondles the opposite breast. Soft flesh overflows in his grasp.
"Ah...! Don't... Minhyuk..."
Harin writhes and sobs, but Minhyuk grabs a fistful of her hair, forcibly lifting her head. He devours her lips as if swallowing them whole. Thrusting his tongue deep, he ravages her mouth sloppily, pouring a filthy deep kiss until saliva overflows. Tss-tss-tss... schlop... slurp-slurp...
With the kiss, Minhyuk slips his rigidly erect cock between her ass cheeks. The hot, thick shaft brushes her pussy entrance, slowly rubbing up and down. Not yet inserted, but each graze against her wet folds elicits a tssslurp! as her pussy unconsciously sucks at it. Her semen-soaked inner walls greedily clench, drawing him in. Minhyuk chuckles low and lewdly, seizing the moment.
"Tssslurp... feel it, Harin. Your pussy is sucking my cock in like this. You can never escape me now... you're mine forever."
With those words, he spreads her ass wider, pressing his cock against her entrance and rubbing. Tssslurp... tssslurp... slurp... Sticky sounds pollute the morning air. Still devouring her mouth in a kiss, roughly kneading her breasts, and burying his cock deep between her cheeks, he whispers.
"From today... you're my girlfriend, Harin. Your company life will be even more fun... and perfect from now on. Look forward to it."
The devil's voice whispers sweet rewards. But bitter self-loathing and despairing tears stream from Harin's eyes onto the pillow.
"Hic... don't do this... today is the last time... and if you do it one more time... I'll really run away..."
Harin warns in a trembling voice, lashing out desperately, but Minhyuk kisses her nape stickily, crushing the pathetic rebellion completely.
"If I was going to let you go that easily, I wouldn't have taken you in the first place."
He grabs her chin, turning her face to meet his gaze. His cold, cruel eyes arrogantly look down at her tear-streaked face.
"Once you've tasted me... you can never escape. Ever, Harin."
A death sentence of perfect enslavement. Before that immense power and violent obsession, Harin can't even breathe, reduced to shedding tears of despair. And Minhyuk's cock, still at her sucking pussy entrance—tssslurp... tssslurp...—prepares to plunge deep again from the morning.
On the train from Seoul to Busan. Harin leans against the window seat, blankly staring at the scenery flashing by. Bundled tightly in her trench coat, but beneath the collar, Minhyuk's red marks brand her skin like horrific shackles, burning her flesh.
Harin covers her face with both hands. What the hell have I done? How naively, stupidly had she fallen for the shallow fantasy of the tall savior uncle rescuing her from hell? Walking straight into the beast's maw, spreading her legs for a married man's semen—like some cheap slut.
But the cruelest punishment tearing at her heart is something else. Throughout that long, endless night under Minhyuk's massive frame, panting like an animal and screaming in ecstasy... not once. Not for a single second did she think of her long-time lover, Kim Junho.
It was a perfect, horrific betrayal of the soul, transcending mere physical infidelity. While Junho sheds bloody tears in Busan, missing her... she embraced a total stranger's flesh, climaxing madly, completely erasing Junho from her mind.
I'm sorry, oppa. I'm a bitch who deserves to die. Really sorry.
Harin sobs silently, pressing her forehead to the cold window. She lacks the courage to face Junho squarely. The thought of nestling this filthy, corrupted body into the arms of that innocent man who only has eyes for her drives her insane.
At the same time. Busan. Kim Junho's studio apartment buzzes with cleaning noises from morning.
"Haa. Can't tolerate a single speck of dust. It's the day Harin comes."
Junho wipes sweat from his brow, humming cheerfully. This weekend, his beloved girlfriend is coming all that way from afar to comfort him—his heart swells ready to burst. He polishes the floor to a shine and carefully sets her favorite subtle diffuser by the bed.
A few days ago, Harin's sobbing voice on the phone had torn at his heart. But hearing that the manager was dragged to the audit team and she met a good executive director to overcome the crisis filled him with joy like he'd conquered the world.
Harin, oppa will buy you all the delicious food and make you happy.
Junho straightens his neat clothes in the mirror. He starts the engine of the beat-up compact car he'd splurged on secondhand recently. Blissfully unaware of the horrific truth: Harin, riding in a luxury black sedan from Seoul, ravaged all night in a married man's penthouse.
The world's most loving, perfect, pure girlfriend. Clutching that shattered illusion tightly to his chest, Junho floors the accelerator toward Busan Station to meet her.
The most cruel and deceptive weekend date slowly tightens around the necks of the unwitting pair.
