Body Breaking: The Smell (1)

After dinner, Ha-jin oppa suddenly said he had to go somewhere and got up from his seat. When our eyes met, he gave that same creepy smile and a greeting before leaving.

"Um... shall we head to the bedroom...?"

I grabbed oppa, who was heading toward the bedroom, and dragged him to the bathroom instead. Then I sat him down on the toilet and started pulling off his pants.

"Wh-what's this all of a sudden...?"

Ignoring oppa's flustered words, all I wanted was to fill my hot, sensitive mouth to the brim. Haup... I took oppa's still-soft cock into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it relentlessly, sucking hard in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hope it would harden and stuff my mouth full.

I have no idea how much time passed. Oppa’s cock had firmed up a bit from my constant sucking, but it still wasn't hard enough to thrust deep into my throat.

"What's... this? Oppa, why won't you get hard...?"

Disappointment spilled out of me, ignoring any consideration for his feelings. Desperate to get oppa's cock erect, I gripped his now slick-with-saliva shaft and started jerking it off furiously. Precum oozed out steadily, making wet, obscene sounds, but it just flopped around without properly stiffening.

"Why... what the hell!"

In a surge of frustration, I ended up slapping the cock I was holding. With a sharp smack, the glans took the hit and twitched, swelling up as if trying to escape my hand. It was so ridiculous that as I stared at the cock, my gaze slowly lifted to oppa's face—his eyes teary, cheeks flushed red.

Huu...

His expression was ambiguous, unclear if the sudden shock to his glans hurt or if even the pain felt good. Sure, he was under hypnosis, but whenever I tormented oppa during sex, he'd feel ashamed yet his cock would stand rock-hard. I'd tried to maintain normal couple relations ever since Ha-jin oppa started demanding his share, but at some point, I'd forgotten that and just tormented Ha-jun oppa instead.

I grabbed oppa's twitching, precum-drooling cock again and slapped it as hard as I could with my palm. In the quiet house, filled only with our breathing, the sound echoed like thunder.

"Hng... huu..."

Looking up at his face again, I could tell for sure. Oppa was craving torment, yearning for punishment. Ha-jin oppa must have twisted him this way, but I had my share of the blame too. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The thought hit me that I'd been slowly breaking Ha-jun oppa bit by bit for my own pleasure.

But oppa was so pathetic and infuriating—he just waited to be tormented for his own kicks, yet couldn't even get hard when his wife wanted him. A deep sigh escaped me, and I made a vow. If oppa liked being abused and punished, then I didn't need to hold back anymore. I could torment him, relieve my stress, and feel good doing it.

With that resolve, the desire to fill my mouth shifted into a fierce sadistic urge to torment him. I started slapping his glans like backhanding a cheek.

"Haa... Oppa, you like this? Does getting slapped feel good?"

"Kgh...!"

The glans turned red and swollen from the constant slapping and stimulation, yet precum kept flowing, slick enough without any lube.

Anyone could see how sensitive it looked. I gripped oppa's glans tight in my hand and shook it furiously up and down.

"Not answering?"

"Feels good... kgh...!"

His mouth couldn't form words properly from the stimulation; he just clenched his teeth and groaned. Whenever his cock swelled like it was about to cum, I stopped the stimulation cold. When I halted my hand, oppa looked down at me, drooling, his face so pitiful I couldn't meet his eyes.

"I wanted to taste your cock today, oppa... but you can't get hard unless I torment you like this, huh?"

I slowly shook just the glans, and it didn't grow any bigger. At some point, I realized with a glance that it was even smaller than Ha-jin oppa's.

"What a pathetic little dick... But you can try hard for your loving wife, right?"

"Uh...?"

I flashed a grin and shoved his cock straight into my mouth. It didn't fill me to bursting, but it still felt nice stimulating my mouth.

Churup... huup...

With some room in my mouth now, I shoved it as deep as possible, sucking while twirling my tongue around the glans, savoring oppa's taste and scent inside me.

"W-wait... too intense... feels like... pussy..."

Kept right on the edge of cumming, the stimulation was too much for him; he just trembled and took the blowjob. Reaching his limit, oppa's cock twitched like a broken machine and finally erupted. Wanting every drop inside me, I rammed it in deep. My nose pressed right against his belly, but his scent didn't excite me at all.

Seeing his satisfied expression once he finished, I sucked hard, craving the cum still in his urethra.

Jjuup...

I sucked until my cheeks hollowed, stimulating the glans with my mouth.

"Hye-won...! Stop...!"

Ignoring his pleas, I kept sucking, and a thin, watery spurt of what I thought was precum came out—his second load.

Bae...

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I showed him the cum from two orgasms, bubbling in my mouth like foam. He stared without blinking, aroused, his eyes begging me to swallow.

Ptui...

I spat his cum onto a wad of toilet paper.

"I don't wanna swallow pathetic oppa's worthless cum."

Humiliating him with a smile made his cock start hardening again. Pathetic, pitiful... but somehow lovable. Even if Ha-jin oppa had warped us, tormenting and breaking oppa like this made us both feel good, like we were truly in love.

"Well, I'm off to brush my teeth and bed~"

Leaving his still-erect cock behind, I brushed my teeth and went to the bedroom. A few minutes later, oppa came in—maybe he'd jerked off—and hugged me from behind. Feeling each other's warmth, we fell asleep.

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"You two got pretty heated in the bathroom last night, huh?"

Ha-jin oppa, sitting in a chair getting a blowjob from me, asked about yesterday. He'd gone out, so him knowing about the bathroom made my skin crawl—hidden cameras? Disgusting.

"How about we try this today?"

He pulled his cock from my mouth, grabbed me suddenly, and threw me onto the dining table. My body tumbled and sprawled out on it.

"Ow... what the hell was that...?"

Right in front of my lying face were his wrinkled balls, and above them, his massive, still-hard cock loomed down at me.

"Open wide. Let's enjoy something different today."

Following Ha-jin oppa's order, I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed his cock. He thrust in deep, sometimes choking me and making me cough, but he didn't care, shoving it all the way until I squirted pussy juice ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the table and came easily. As the afterglow lingered at my nose, his pungent sweat and musky male stench assaulted me from his balls slapping down hard.

The smell was so overpowering it drilled into my brain, soaking into every wrinkle.

Huup... huup... urk... sssup...♡

The stench was so foul it triggered dry heaves now and then, but his cock plugged my throat right up to my stomach, refusing to let me.

"Smells intense, right? Embarrassing, but I didn't wash all day yesterday."

Ha-jin oppa grinned casually, not moving his hips, just kneading my breasts while his cock stayed buried.

"Today, I'm just gonna leave it plugged in, so masturbate your ass off."

Following his command, I slid fingers into my gushing pussy or twisted my clit, starting to masturbate amid the retching. His unwashed, filthy-tasting cock sat motionless deep in my throat, making breathing hell, but the stench seeped from my mouth straight into my brain. His balls nearly sealed my nostrils, forcing me to inhale the revolting smell just to survive.

I was just supposed to masturbate on command, but soon I was lost in the smell, fingering myself wildly. Breathing was hard, sure, but I inhaled deeper than needed, sucking in the foul odor to fill my lungs completely.

Squelch—squelch—squelch— The vulgar water sounds echoed, and with each light climax clenching my pussy, my throat squeezed too. Suddenly, Ha-jin oppa grabbed my neck and started thrusting his hips.

Getting my throat raped felt so good. His swinging balls slapped my face back and forth. The sweaty, fishy cum stench filled the humid air, invading my nostrils with every swing, stimulating my brain into another orgasm.

Shaaa—

The table where I ate with Ha-jun oppa turned yellow with my filthy squirt waste.

Confirming my climax, oppa pulled out and shot sticky cum right on my philtrum. His jelly-like, stinking semen flooded my nostrils, the revolting stench filling my brain and raping my mind. The thick cum blocked my air, making it feel even better.

Ughup...♡

The cum pushing into my nose made my head ache and triggered coughs, but the pleasure overrode it, and shaaa— convulsions hit as I pissed myself again.

Opening my eyes at his command, his heavy balls rested on my forehead. He rubbed his cock—filthy with my saliva and his cum—across my face like a wipe, then showed me a condom he'd gotten from somewhere.

"This is from yesterday's slut. Wanna smell it?"

My cum-soaked face was numb, showing only a faint smile. Sticky semen dripped slowly onto my face. It hit my lips and flowed back into my nose. Like a junkie snorting lines in a movie, I sucked it in hard through my nose.

The foul, dirty cum stench filled my nostrils completely, sending a massive shock down my spine to my gut. Pussy juice gushed wildly.

"Heek... hiiit...♡"

My body went rigid, cumming endlessly from the smell alone—sniff, cum, sniff, cum—in a loop of ecstasy.

"Hahaha, what a spectacle."

Ha-jin oppa's laughter rang out at my grotesque state, but I forgot about cleaning the table, lost in sniffing and cumming like a maniac.