Chapter 67 A Private Escape (4)
Chapter 67 A Private Escape (4)
Squelch—
The thick head of his cock pressed into her untouched depths—a place no man had ever breached before.
"Hngg, hnngh!"
Gaeul let out a sound almost like a sob.
Even though less than half of him had entered, the overwhelming sensation made it impossible for her to think straight. Her hips trembled uncontrollably, and her thighs quivered in response.
"Hahh, hahh, hnngh..."
Before she knew it, fear had begun to outweigh her excitement.
'H-how deep is he going? And... why is he so big?!'
She reached down between his legs, wrapping her fingers around his shaft to gauge its size. If she exaggerated a little, it felt like shoving her own forearm inside—it would probably hurt less. But Gaeul bit down hard on her lower lip.
She had to take him.
After all, the other women had done it too.
No—they had probably satisfied him without even needing to fully penetrate, unlike her, who was just trembling at the entrance, dripping wet but unable to take him in.
"Ahh... I-I'll put it in..."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she frowned. That wasn't something a virgin should say—it was the kind of line a man would whisper to an inexperienced girl. A dry laugh escaped her.
But she couldn't stop now. She had to mark him.
She had to brand Eun-woo as hers!
She couldn't just keep letting those hateful women steal him away.
As the youngest of his mothers, she lacked the authority of the First Mother, that scheming bitch. She didn't have the fanatical devotion of the Second Mother, that lunatic. And she certainly didn't have the shameless boldness of the Fourth Mother, that violent slut, who groped him openly without caring who saw.
So...
So...
"So I have no choice but to do this!"
Tears streamed down her face—partly from the excitement of finally tasting the cock she had fantasized about for so long, and partly from the terror of having to take something so thick and long inside her. In front of Eun-woo, she had always pretended to be demure, affectionate, emotionally stable—but this was her true nature.
A jealous, possessive woman who refused to share what she wanted.
Gently, she placed her hands on Eun-woo's firm chest.
Then, lifting herself slightly on her toes, she began to lower her hips.
His cock pressed deeper inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Strangely, the excruciating pain she had expected never came. Well, it did hurt—like her insides were being torn apart—but the pleasure and exhilaration drowned it out completely.
Unlike that slut, Gaeul was too embarrassed to even say the word pussy aloud. But watching his cock disappear into her made her giggle deliriously.
The pain of being split open.
The fear that Eun-woo might wake up at any moment and see her like this—violating him while he slept.
Unable to stop her hips from sinking further, she whispered to herself:
"It's not my fault, right? You're the one who tempted me. What kind of man walks around looking this delicious? Hah... you little bastard. This is your fault... Smiling at me like that every day... You were asking for it."
She muttered the words half to ease her guilt, half to convince herself.
Gaeul glanced at Eun-woo's face—still deep in sleep, showing no signs of waking. They say even the most beautiful things grow dull with time, but that's just what ugly people say out of jealousy.
The more she looked at him, the more beautiful he became.
The more she looked, the wetter she got.
And the wetter she got, the easier it was to take him inside.
"Hahh... hahh... hnngh..."
Her legs spread wider on their own. For a brief moment, her eyes rolled back, revealing the whites.
She froze like that, panting, her lower abdomen twitching as she dripped onto his cock.
'Ah... I'm coming...'
Before meeting Eun-woo, she had considered masturbation filthy and vulgar—something she never indulged in. But after meeting him—after joining the cult solely for him—she had started.
Whenever she saw him disappear into the bathroom with the Fourth Mother during mandatory prayer sessions, only to return reeking of sex, Gaeul had begun touching herself.
Hiding in the stall next to theirs, imagining she was the one being fucked by Eun-woo, legs spread in a humiliating M-shape, trying not to let her shoes show beneath the partition—she had indulged in what she called defeat fantasy masturbation.
Every time, she bit down on her palm to stifle her moans, desperately wishing for this very moment.
"You... you like this too, right? Eun-woo?"
She whispered, knowing he wouldn't wake, and stared directly at his face.
For a split second, she thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch—but that must have been her imagination.
Eun-woo was asleep. He had to be.
Otherwise, he would realize that aside from the Third Mother, all his mothers were insane. All her efforts to appear as the nurturing, accepting woman he secretly desired would be for nothing.
All her struggles to hide her ugly jealousy would be wasted.
"Hahh... hahh..."
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she glanced down at where they were connected.
It already felt like he was buried to the hilt inside her—surely she had taken at least half of him by now.
Just a little more, and she could fully sheathe him.
But then—
"Huh?"
Gaeul gasped in shock.
It felt like he was filling her completely, but when she looked down, only the head of his cock was inside.
The realization drained the color from her face.
The courage she had mustered to endure the pain, the fear of being caught—it all vanished.
Why had she gone this far? After all her careful acting to win his affection, why had she suddenly lured him to a motel?
Trembling too much to keep herself upright, she collapsed sideways.
Lying beside Eun-woo like this had once been one of her happiest fantasies—but now, she couldn't enjoy it at all.
Tears welled up again.
That bitch Da-eun had dragged him to every sacred site in the cult, doing all sorts of lewd things with him—while Gaeul couldn't even take his cock properly.
Just as she was about to break down—
"Don't cry."
Eun-woo's voice. Then his strong arm slid beneath her neck, pulling her into his embrace.
Gaeul melted into his chest, trembling—partly from dizzying happiness, partly from the smug satisfaction of achieving what every female cult member secretly desired.
She buried her face against him. Beneath the scent of his body wash, she could smell other women on him—so she nuzzled into the strongest source of his natural musk.
His armpit.
Shamefully, she pressed her nose into it and licked.
But Eun-woo didn't scold her. He just held her, gently stroking her hair.
Gaeul gripped his thighs, rubbing her wetness against his knees.
She had promised herself that if she ever got this chance, she would take the lead with mature confidence. She had rehearsed it dozens of times, steeling herself against embarrassment.
But now that it was happening, all that composure was gone.
"Hahh... hahh... hnngh..."
Her hot breath dampened his chest, and her juices soaked his knees.
It was time.
With none of the maturity befitting a mother, none of the grace befitting an older woman, none of the brilliance of the top student she had always been—she looked up at Eun-woo like a dog waiting for its master's command.
She waited for him to say, "Suck it."
But he didn't.
Instead, thinking she had gotten him fully hard, Eun-woo grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back.
'He doesn't want me...'
The thought that her naked body didn't appeal to him made her slump in despair. Just as she was about to start sniffling again, his hand slid down her thigh and touched her.
"Ah—ahh?!"
Startled by a man's touch for the first time, she instinctively tried to squirm away—but her body wouldn't budge.
Eun-woo had hooked his leg over hers, pinning her in place.
In that position, he spread her legs wider and slipped a finger inside her still-stretched entrance.
"Ah—ah—ah—ahh...! ...Huh?"
The unfamiliar pleasure made her world go white.
When she came to, she saw his skilled fingers toying with her clit, her pussy, her nipples.
Every brush of his fingers made her twitch and drip onto the sheets.
Only then did she realize how arrogant she had been—thinking she could lead him with mature confidence.
While she had been hiding in bathroom stalls, fantasizing about him fucking her, Eun-woo had already gained so much experience with his mothers that she couldn't compare.
All she could do was moan obediently as his fingers played her body.
"Come on, come on, that's it. Come for me, noona."
His voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child—but when it came to sex, he wasn't wrong.
Gaeul didn't argue. She was too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything but moan.
Before she knew it, Eun-woo had pulled the covers aside, propped himself against the wall, and lifted her onto his lap.
She was forced into that humiliating M-shaped leg spread.
Naked on top of him, his cock pressing against her ass and hips—just that alone was enough to make her burn with shame. But the motel room, small as it was, had an absurdly large mirror right across from the bed, forcing her to watch herself.
It was obscene.
Even to her own eyes, she looked unbearably obscene.