Ruining the Flesh - The Stench (2)
Ha-jun oppa had gone to work, and I'd been watching via the hidden camera when Ha-jin oppa—who'd gone out last night and hadn't come back—walked in at just the right moment. I'd greeted Ha-jun oppa at the door on his way to work, and now here was Ha-jin oppa, strolling in like he was just popping by for a fuck. It felt utterly repulsive.
Maybe he caught the twisted look on my face, because Ha-jin oppa grabbed it tight with one hand and dragged me to the bathroom. I couldn't even resist—powerless and limp, I let him pull me along. It was different from usual; this helplessness scared me a little, leaving me too stunned to speak as he hauled me away. Then he forced my mouth open with his fingers and started kissing me.
He must've smoked before coming in—his tongue tasted bitterly acrid, so revolting it made my stomach churn. But when the kiss broke with a long, sticky thread clinging to my lips..."Puha..." I found myself aroused by the stench, my thighs soaked before I knew it.
His hair was already unkempt from lack of care, sticking out wildly with a strange sheen—probably from playing with some woman all night. When he dropped his pants and pulled out that massive, thick cock, the overpowering reek hit me, and I clamped my nose in panic. It always smelled, but in the cramped bathroom, the filthy odor quickly filled the space between us.
"Ugh... Go wash up... Why are you so gross lately...?"
"'Cause I'm lazy. And you like the smell right now, don't you?"
"It really stinks, so stay away..."
Pinned to the toilet in the narrow bathroom with nowhere to escape, I thrashed as much as I could, but the difference in our strength was too much. He wrenched my hands—clamped over my nose and mouth—upward and shoved his cock right up to my face. I had no idea what he'd been up to last night, but it reeked of sweat, cum, that musky male scent, and something disgustingly vile wedged in the creases, looming close to my eyes.
I held my breath everywhere I could to endure it, but my lungs burned from the CO2 buildup. My mouth flew open, gulping in the lewd, filthy air that choked the room instead of oxygen.
"Sssip... haa... ugh... sssip... haa...♡"
Every breath dragged in the nauseating stench, dry-heaving nonstop, but my brain soaked it up, reason numbing once more. My eyes locked on the grimy, stinking, heat-radiating cock in front of me; my nose chased the odor, drawing my face inexorably closer.
"No can do. You hurt my feelings saying it stinks, so today, just sniff."
He yanked up my hands again—they'd strayed to my dripping pussy, desperate to touch while I licked. "Ah..." A sigh of regret slipped out, but the cock now inches from my nose clogged my throat with its stench.
"Sss... sss..." Like a dog sniffing tantalizing food, I just inhaled the lewd, fishy airborne reek as deeply as possible. My head tingled; with every sniff, the odor seeped into my brain's folds like fine needles pricking wildly. My mind fixated solely on the act of sniffing, over and over.
Filling my lungs, sending the stench to my head—my body started trembling, sweat trickling down my back, pussy overflowing down my thighs. Suddenly, sparks burst behind my eyes like fireworks; my jaw quivered, and piss gushed from my legs.
"Hik... hiik...!"
I'd climaxed, saliva drooling from my mouth in satisfaction. My body still shook, but a liberating sense of accomplishment washed over me.
Puuk—
"Huaaht...!"
No time to bask in the afterglow—Ha-jin oppa's cock speared my pussy. The shock overwhelmed my already stench-melted brain. The tight, sealed bathroom—fan off, no ventilation—let the odors swirl endlessly.
Thuk—thuk—thuk—splaaash—
He stripped us both naked, fucking relentlessly in our bare skin. My body, warm from Ha-jun oppa's embrace just that morning, was now pierced by Ha-jin oppa's filthy, proud cock, dyed in lewd heat.
"Churp... huu... more..." Kissing as he thrust up, my guts whined sweetly; the vibrations teased my brain further, making me squirt piss endlessly.
A naked male and female rutting in confinement—the space grew muggy with mating heat, our sweat, spit, piss mingling with the existing stench into a foggy haze.
That reek, the cock crushing up from my gut, the kisses tormenting my newly perfected mouth-pussy—every element shattered my reason and intellect in blissful, maddening pleasure.
"Kyaaaang...♡"
The cramped space slammed my face against the bathroom door mid-thrust. All I could do was scream beastly moans that might fool anyone into thinking animals were inside—wails like cries for help.
Blorp—blorp—
My belly already bulged to match his massive cock's shape, but his condom-clad ejaculation bloated it further. Immense pressure, agonizing pleasure—it should've knocked me out, yet my brain craved more, hyper-alert, every moment ecstasy.
I lost count of the fucks, climaxes, creampies. My ruined brain ignored body signals; drenched in sweat, spit, cum, the filth's stench on my skin triggered more orgasms.
"Huu... what a stench. When you snap out of it, put on these clothes and come out. No washing—just wear 'em as is."
The outfit he gave me was a sheer, see-through dress. Slick with grime, it clung worse, reeking horrifically.
"Here! Put on this mask and let's go out."
Grinning, he handed me a mask soaked in cum, its inner reek wafting thickly.
"Haa... haa... haak...♡"
Common sense screamed against going out like this, but the intoxicating stench overpowered me. Showing some mercy, oppa led me to a deserted park.
Still, we passed people. Masked and hat pulled low, I wasn't too worried about recognition, but "Whoa... that's some slutty outfit... ugh, what smells like that...?" I spotted the convenience store clerk who'd ogled my tits before. His creepy gaze was inevitable with my even sluttier clothes, but he pinched his nose at the stench I found repulsive too.
"What do you think? Wanna fuck her?"
"Sh-She's super slutty, but... that smell... No one's touching that."
The utter dismissal from some gross otaku type humiliated me to my core.
"Haha, yeah, fair enough."
He hurried off; I could barely stand, drunk on the stench. Holding back orgasm from his scorn, I came lightly. Thankfully alone, but the relief burst my piss.
Shiii...
Squatting in bliss, face rapturous, I pissed freely. Oppa peeled off my mask—strands of drool or cum dangling thickly.
"Whoa... intense smell. No kissing for a while."
Chuckling, he lit a cigarette. I recalled the bitter taste from our kiss.
"Here, give it a suck."
I'd always despised smokers—unhealthy, bothering others. Never tried it, kept my distance.
"Suu... ugh... cough... cough..."
But Ha-jin oppa's smoke, infused with his addictive body scent, hooked me. Unfamiliar, I inhaled deep and coughed.
"How's it feel? Good, right?"
"Cough... cough... Y-Yes..."
Harsh smoke kept me hacking, but his scent filling my lungs thrilled and soothed.
"Suu... cough... haat...♡ haa... suu... ahhat...♡"
Each drag and exhale familiarized me, calming while triggering climaxes.
"Feels... so good..."
Heat built in my body, but the relief explained smokers' addiction. Why quit such bliss?
One cig, two... Ignoring stares, my body's stench, clothes crusted with filth—I smoked on, lost in oppa's scent.
"Enough now—let's head back before your hubby gets home."
"Ah... okay..."
Regretfully finishing the last one, I trailed him home. Before Ha-jun oppa returned, I rushed to shower.
"Sniff... ugh... the smell's insane..."
Deep in my skin, it poured off me. Cooling head brought shame-flushing rage at my antics.
Soaking deep in the tub to purge it, Ha-jin oppa entered naked.
"Kyaaak...! I'm washing right now!"
"So? I've seen it all—why act shy now? I haven't washed either, and you pissed everywhere, stinking up the place."
"Th-That was..."
"Scoot over—let me in. Or get out if you hate it."
Invading the tub I'd shared sweetly with Ha-jun oppa, he defiled our memory again. Pressing close, my body reacted to his scent.
"Ah... again...♡"
"Huu... nice and cool. Why squirm? In heat again?"
"N-No...?!"
Snickering, he teased my pussy with his toes. Hating how casually it made me cum.
"One last thing—clean this for me?"
Standing in the tub, he thrust his swollen cock at me for a blowjob.
"Haa... chup..."
Still reeking—I couldn't refuse, had no reason to. Drug-like addiction... Any woman would turn bitch in heat. In just over a month, I'd shattered this much.
Terrified, tears welled. 'Oppa... help me...'
Hating to tell him, yet wishing he'd save me—I pleaded inwardly as his cock hit my throat, climaxing.