Sadistic Arousal (2)
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Oppa and I sat facing each other on the bed in silence. He was probably too embarrassed to even ask for premature ejaculation treatment. But I was incredibly aroused right now. Treating Oppa wasn't even on my mind. I'd been furious that he'd ejaculated from another woman's touch at the massage shop—someone other than me—but at the same time, it had thrilled me.
This arousal from Oppa cumming through another woman... Was it excitement at the thought of my Oppa being stolen away? Or did I, like the boss—like that woman—crave to utterly break down and ruin the once-reliable, steadfast Oppa? I wasn't sure. But after watching that USB video, it hit me.
I want to torment Oppa.
Like the man in the video, I yearned to see Oppa helplessly enduring those blurred lines of pleasure and pain, unable to resist a far weaker woman like me—just taking it endlessly. The desire surged from deep in my chest, clawing up my throat, flooding my head with nothing but filthy thoughts. It was a kind of sadism.
"Oppa... then let's start..."
"Huh..!? You sure you're okay..? If you don't like it, we don't have to—!"
Oppa's hesitant words were just noise to me. Pointless excuses, nothing more. Right now, I wasn't seeing him as my husband. He was the one who couldn't satisfy me, the one I could vent my rage on for spurting pathetically in another woman's hands—the perfect toy to tease and abuse, to slake my sexual hunger. That was all.
So, like the woman in the video—like the boss who'd taught me so much today—I gripped Oppa's cock and glans tight.
I felt it clearly. This wasn't the big, long, thick, rock-hard shaft that used to pleasure me so well. In that instant, something inside me about Oppa shattered. My sanctuary, my sturdy pillar, the one who'd indulged every whim and sated my vulgar lusts—he was weakening. Right here, right now, Oppa felt like nothing more than a dildo for me to play with at will.
His cock now fell short in every way. Smaller than before, less rigid... The urge to punish it for failing to please me overwhelmed me.
Oppa's face twisted in bewilderment mixed with faint pleasure from the glans grip. That look fueled my fire even more.
"Oppa, let's start with what you did today... from the part where you failed."
"Huh..? Wouldn't it be better to start from the beginning..?"
Telling him to begin at his failure point, his eyes flickered with fear. That expression stirred something deep inside me, bit by bit. I clutched his slightly shrunken cock and slowly poured on the gel.
"Ugh.. Hye-won.. go easy.."
His plea reignited my excitement. I flipped my hand to palm-stroke it—schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick—shaking it with those lewd, vulgar sounds that hadn't been audible at the massage shop. Oppa bolted upright, grabbing my arm in annoyance, but following what I'd learned, I shoved his chest down and ramped up the intensity. Pathetically, he yielded to feeble little me.
"Kuhk.. Hye-won.. too fast..."
"No. Endure it, Oppa. It's for your treatment, right?"
After jerking steadily, I felt his cock twitch faintly. Nearing climax, it pulsed through my palm—I stopped dead.
"Haa.. haa.. Hye-won..?"
His dazed, hollow gaze only stoked my tormenting urges. I advanced to the next phase on his calmed shaft. Fingers laced, thumb teasing the glans, I ramped up speed with my arousal. Precum oozed over my thumb each stroke. Oppa trembled, teeth clenched, fighting to hold back—it drenched my pussy.
"Aaak... Hye-won..!"
Screaming like he was begging me to stop, his cock shuddered again.
It ballooned, on the verge of eruption, but I clamped down hard, blocking the release and halting.
"Hye.. won.. why..?"
His pitiful eyes pleaded for answers. It was breaking me down, step by step.
"Haa.. haha..♡"
Laughter bubbled out unbidden. My heart raced at every reaction. Yes, this is how to love Oppa. If he can't make me feel good, I'll torment him until I cum and satisfy myself.
"Oppa..♡ Next steps, you probably won't even cum."
"What..?"
"Stimulation's too intense for ejaculation, they said. So hold out, Oppa."
Ignoring his fear, I pinned his cock firm—no escape—and furiously rubbed the glans between thumb and index.
"Uwaaa.. aak.. stop..!"
His screams were music, an aphrodisiac to my ears. Fingers unrelenting, more fluid poured—precum or semen, indistinguishable.
"Hye-won.. th.. this is.. cumming.."
"Hmm.. it hasn't spurted, so not a real ejaculation, right?"
He appealed desperately to halt, but I pressed on. The glans-tormenting hand splayed wide, palm-wiping the tip in chaotic frenzy. Confirming or not, his cock grew hypersensitive. It thrashed wildly per stroke.
"Kraaak..!!"
Oppa devolved beyond words. Saliva drooled from his screaming mouth; round, girlish climax tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Oppa. Hold on. Last one."
Palm-wipe shifted to full glans grip—twisting, rubbing every angle.
"Aa.. aak!! Hye-won.. wait.. this feels.. weird..!!"
He grabbed my hand, resisting stubbornly—annoyingly so. I cranked it harder.
Pusshaaaa...
Suddenly, urine-like fluid gushed through my fingers. No acrid smell, though.
"Huh..? Cumming..? Like a girl..?"
Eyes rolling like a squirting woman, Oppa heaved ragged breaths, drool spilling. His cock, seemingly broken, kept spurting... ruined, yet still standing.
"Haa.. haa..♡ Oppa.. cumming like this ruins the bed.."
I crawled toward his cock.
"I'll plug it♡"
I shoved his ultra-sensitive shaft into my dripping pussy. Oppa jolted awake from the overload.
"Huck..! Hye-won.. wait.. too sensitive now.."
His pleas fell on deaf ears. He'd aroused me, so he deserved this... tormenting him thrilled me more... Hips bucked wildly for my pleasure.
"Kuwk.. please.. stop.. Hye-won.."
Tears flowed. Pleasure? Pain? I didn't care. I loved this warped Oppa. Wanted to shatter him further.
"Haak.. haak.. Nooo..♡ More.. more..!"
Pussy clenching, his shape etched clear. Not matching Ha-jin oppa's dream-cock, but my frenzy dropped my womb to that perilous, sensitive core—knocking insistently. Hips swirled, withdrew fully, then slammed home... pounding like my pussy was licking every inch.
Bleurp.. bleurk.. bleurk..
"Haat..! Haa..♡ So warm..♡"
Excitement made me forget the condom—I creampied gleefully.
"Haa.. seriously.."
His load warmed my belly, but it soured oddly. I grabbed tissues, wiping hastily. Glancing at his cock, it still dribbled. Blip.. bloop... drip, drip.. Tiny spurts continued. Each made him twitch in ongoing peaks.
"Oppa? You okay?"
Worried, I roused him. Eyes dodging, I forced his face around.
"Ugh.. wait.. don't.. look.."
Feigning toughness, but his face was a tear-and-snot mess.
"Puhut.. sorry, Oppa.. shouldn't laugh.."
His ridiculous state cracked me up. The ever-manly, reliable Oppa, pinned and sobbing like a girl—it reignited my heat.
Chuu— A light kiss on his lips.
"But you endured almost to the end, Oppa? Good job. Let's push harder to beat your premature ejaculation?"
"Ah..! Y.. yeah.. we will..!"
"And Oppa, did it feel good?"
"Uh.. well.. um... yeah.. tired, gonna wash up and crash.."
Eyes averted, he bolted to clean his filthy body—ears burning red. Did he like the torment, or just shame?
The future excited me. How to torment and break him next. Then I recalled the boss's final words. If curious about the rest of the video, come see her personally. She'd have Ha-jin oppas's number, as his boss at the massage shop.
I didn't know exactly what came next, but I wanted answers from her—everything.
Yeah... it's for Oppa's treatment. For our marriage with my beloved Oppa... and to satisfy my personal thrills, my lust.