Breaking the Body - Urination Ecstasy (3)
What had felt like a full week in her senses was actually just 5 p.m. A pleasant sea breeze cooled her head, bringing on that post-nut clarity men often talk about. Her brain, pickled in the drug of pleasure, replayed the memories like a video: mocking her own piss-soaked pussy, performing like a clown for her brother-in-law, sucking and slurping cock alongside the boss. The shame she'd briefly forgotten surged back.
"Please come again next time."
The staff in their sleek suits and tidy appearances greeted her like it was all a dream. The embarrassment kept rising, so she strode briskly toward the taxi Ha-jin oppa had called, eager to escape this place.
Glancing around, she saw young women in skimpy outfits, men negotiating with them before vanishing together into the shadows. The streets were crawling with them, age no barrier. As the sun dipped behind the moonlight and darkness fell, shady, suspicious figures filled the district.
"Hey! Don't loiter here—go home already!"
"Security here's been shit lately. Dressed like that, you're asking for trouble. Head home now!"
It was a voice she swore she'd heard before—strong, brimming with righteous zeal. But the way she lumped her in with the trashy women pissed her off.
"Got business with my wife or something?"
Ha-jin oppa draped an arm around her shoulders, snapping irritably at the woman. His manly edge flushed her cheeks for no reason.
"Ah... sorry. You're her husband? This area's not safe right now. I recommend you and your wife leave the district ASAP."
The tough-voiced woman was short but bold-faced, meddling out of some sense of duty. Still, a tiny spark of hope flickered—maybe she could help. Hye-won cautiously opened her mouth.
"Um..."
"Hey! Detective Kang! Where you at?"
A man's voice echoed from afar.
"Yo, Kang Do-hyun! Pack it in! Let's chill—this ain't our beat!"
A guy who looked like her partner came running, calling her detective. They must be cops. Spotting Ha-jin oppa as he approached, the man blinked.
"Oh? Fancy seeing you here, Ha-jin."
"Long time no see."
Oppa greeted him warmly, proving they knew each other.
"You two know each other?"
"He works at my regular massage shop. Owe the boss there a favor or two. Plus, it's a go-to for our precinct. Wanna tag along sometime?"
"Not my scene. And sorry for the rudeness just now."
"No worries. We're grateful for cops keeping the peace. Swing by the shop sometime, Detective. We'll take good care of you."
Ha-jin oppa flashed a grin and handed over his card. Detective Kang Do-hyun, trusting her colleague, dropped her suspicions and vanished down an alley.
"Were you about to run just now?"
The hand on her shoulder tightened painfully. The ache in her bones, his terrifying gaze boring down—worst of all, the detective's words confirmed it: no running, no crying for help would free her from his grasp. Her body trembled.
"Taxi's here. Let's head home."
"Y-yes..."
She slipped into the taxi, quivering silently.
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Whenever Ha-jun oppa left for work, Ha-jin oppa inevitably showed up. The doorway she'd once guarded in anticipation of her husband's return now thrilled her at her brother-in-law's arrival. Like a bitch in heat serving her stud, she stripped his pants and gazed up at his cock. The potent male hormones leaking from that massive shaft made any woman's pussy drool, turning her into a needy slut. She was one of them.
Pressing her face into his heavy balls, lost in the heat and musk, her cunt gradually soaked, puddling on the floor.
Drip... drip...
Now she deliberately pissed herself just to go.
"Wanna jerk off while sucking my cock?"
She lunged eagerly, kissing the shaft. To get it rock-hard, she smooched the glans once, trailed kisses down the long rod, then buried her nose in the wrinkled sack, rubbing her face in the scent. Whining like a pathetic bitch begging mercy, she sucked a ball into her mouth whole. Before she knew it, the cock loomed erect above her.
Gazing up at the dick staring down, feeling her place as the lowly female, her thighs slickened with grool.
She lapped the precum from the tip, then rammed the shaft deep into her throat.
"Hngh... mmph... glrk... guh... ♡"
Thrusting till it hit the back of her skull, her nose pressed to his abs. The balls' heat on her chin, the fishy male reek filling her mouth—this was her favorite fellatio moment.
Squelch—squelch—
Her pinky probed the shameful hole beneath her clit. After heavy training, it could take a full knuckle now.
Spurt—pssh—
Each throat-fuck made her pussy squirt lewdly.
"Glrk...!"
Oppa's cock swelled, veins pulsing against her mouth-pussy as sticky cum flooded her gut.
Whoosh—
Her cunt erupted like she was pissing, hips shuddering, lower belly thumping with mini-orgasms.
"Slurp... schlop... gulp... gulp..."
She savored every drop now, no waste. Swishing it in her mouth, she glanced down: her pussy juices had formed a puddle.
"Cleanup later. Living room?"
"Yes♡"
She cooed submissively, stripping slowly and heading there. At his command, she lay on the dining table, limbs bound immobile. He force-fed her three bottles of the hotel drink, then hooked her to an IV. With her stomach already full of cum, the extra two liters sloshed nauseatingly.
"Hng...?"
Her spread legs vulnerable, a foreign tingle hit her tiny shithole. A short silicone beaded rod slid in, then out, repeating.
Squelch—squelch—
Slathered in purple lube, it burned her tight passage with slutty sounds and fiery pleasure.
"Haa... haaah..."
The familiar pain-pleasure mix had her lolling her tongue like a dog, moaning happily.
Plunge—
To plug her dripping cunt, he stuffed a thick dildo—not as big as his cock, but hefty—deep inside.
Bzzz—
"Hiiik...!"
The pussy vibe was fine, but the rod in her urethra was unbearable.
"Can't neglect your mouth-pussy. Open wide."
"Aaah..."
Her mouth barely parted amid the gut-wrenching bliss, but his huge cock nearly dislocated her jaw.
Pssh—
He squeezed her tits like udders, milk jetting from her nipples.
Rattle—rattle—
Choked breath, tits aching to burst, lower half scorching—pleasure ricocheted through every nerve, making her thrash.
"Mmph... grk...!"
Pop—drip drip—
Her loosened hole—trained loose or dildo-churned—let the beaded rod slip, unleashing a massive piss.
Bluuurt—
Simultaneously, cum refilled her belly. Thrust deep, his huge stinky balls smothered her nose, stealing breath.
Pssh—splash—
She squirted again, climaxing.
"Glrk... guh..."
Pulled out, excess cum refluxed, bubbling nastily from her nostrils.
"You look so pathetic, it's hilarious. Wanna self-train next?"
He handed her beginner anal beads—tiny, but thicker than a pinky knuckle. Daunting for her piss-hole.
"Gulp..."
Exceeding her limits promised insane pleasure; she swallowed hard.
"Too... biiig..."
Her widened hole strained against the intruder.
Shluck—
"Kyaah...!"
Sudden agony ripped a scream. One in, the rest slid easier—but size limited her; pain and bliss shook her body.
"Need help?"
"Y-yes...?"
He gripped the half-in beads, thrusting and pulling viciously.
"Aaaah... oppa... wait...!"
Guts-tearing pain yanked her lower half. His roughness shoved them deeper, filling her with beads over liquid. Half-stuck, they bulged her belly unevenly.
"Hahk... hahk...!"
Stars burst in vision; survival instinct churned vomit.
"One, two~"
Pop pop pop—
"Hnggggrrrk...♡"
Tearing sting, raw insides scraped as they yanked free with piss—madness-inducing agony hurled her into orgasm. It hurt so bad, yet felt so good.
Gasping, he jammed a blunt-headed vibe into her pussy. Max buzz hit her G-spot.
"Mmm...♡"
Sweet moan escaped at the normal pleasure. Simultaneously, her bladder swelled heavy with earlier fluids, urging release.
"Add this too."
He showed an electric pussy vibe—soft-beaded rod at the tip.
Bzzz—
Thinner than before, milder on her soaked cunt.
Poke—
Something stabbed her insides like tentacles thrashing unknown depths.
"Hiiik...! Hiiya...!"
"Oh! That went into your bladder. Probably stirring it up."
His words faded. Pussy buzz was mild, but urethral torment doubled the ecstasy.
Bzzz—drip drip—splash—
Beads stretched her piss-hole, yet urine gushed easy; the vibe made her squirt wildly.
"You're kneading your own G-spot right now, Hye-won."
"O-oppa... sorry... please... spare me... too good... gonna... go dumb..."
"IV says two hours. Hang in there?"
Splash—drip—
She came nonstop, brain mauled. Head stung, nose bled, spine chilled.
Drip—
Just felt good. No clue how much she pissed. Sore, hot, tormented—but drip—pissing felt too good.
"Pissing feels good, right?"
"Haa... haa... so... gooood..."
"Feels good pissing like a bitch in heat, huh?"
"Y-yes... like a bitch... gonna piss..."
"Wanna get addicted to cumming while pissing from now on?"
"Yes... cum while pissing..."
"Then mark your territory like a good bitch?"
Vibes gone unnoticed; she just dribbled piss.
"Haa... haat... nng..."
Drip—
"Heh... heh... so... gooood..."
Squatting on the table, drooling happily while pissing. Oppa petted her head, laughing—and even that made her gush.
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"Drinking a ton of water, huh? Thirsty?"
"Ah... food was kinda salty today. Good for you, oppa?"
"Delish for me. You good, Ha-jin?"
"Same. Drink that much, you'll be mapping the bathroom tonight."
Ha-jin oppa's joke sparked laughter at dinner.
"Um... gotta hit the bathroom?"
She'd filled more on water than food. Stomach to bladder, now toilet time.
Drip drip—
"Hngk...♡ haa...♡"
Muffling moans lest Ha-jun oppa in the living room hear, each piss sent urethral bliss shuddering her forward. She gripped her shoulders to steady. Pissing felt better than sex with Ha-jun oppa.