Traces
The whole idea of shooting a proper video had already drifted off somewhere and vanished.
The camcorder, still recording, sat far away on the desk, capturing the two of them—him and Yurin.
Even after he had swallowed every last pill, Yurin forced her fingers into his mouth, probing to make sure he hadn’t hidden any under his tongue or against his cheek.
“If you’d stashed even one under your tongue, I was going to punish you. Lucky for you.”
Lucky? What the hell had she been planning to do?
He didn’t want to know. The unknown dread was something better left unimagined.
“How good did it feel with Minji that you had the nerve to say that shit while you were with me? Are you deliberately trying to piss me off?”
The left hand locked around his throat tightened, bit by bit.
“Ghk… ghk-ghk!”
The crushing grip cut off his air; he choked and gagged until Yurin’s face went pale and she finally let go.
“Hah… almost lost it again. This time it really was your fault. I didn’t want to do this either.”
Even after brutalizing him, she still found a way to paint herself as the victim. She had nearly killed him once before by strangling him; one more surge of rage in this state and he might actually die.
Whether it was the residual pressure on his throat or the drugs finally kicking in, his head suddenly rang with a sharp, dizzying pulse—and his cock began to swell with brutal force.
Daily milking had left it soft even when hard, but this was something else entirely. It strained so violently it hurt. No one was gripping it, stroking it, or forcing an orgasm, yet the pressure alone dragged a raw scream from his throat.
Never in his life had his cock swollen this huge.
“Aaaah! Gyaaaaah!”
He had swallowed them in a panic, but the cocktail—aphrodisiac, aphrodisiac enhancer, narcotic stimulant—any single one of which could shatter a person’s mind—had all gone down at once.
“Looks like the drugs are finally hitting. You’ve been the only one having fun all this time. Do you know how turned on I got every time I wrung the cum out of that cock? Now it’s my turn.”
With that, Yurin climbed astride him.
The drugs muddied her words, but he understood the motion: she was trying to force his cock inside her. The thought of sinking into that heat made him thrash wildly, twisting every muscle he could still control. For the first time he actively fought her attempt to rape him.
Yurin seized both his legs in an iron grip and kept trying to spear herself on him, but his thrashing hips made her miss the entrance seven times in a row. More furious than ever, she snarled curses and kept thrusting.
“Fuck, I’m desperate too—hold still!”
His cock brushed her entrance, slipped away, brushed again; each near-miss sent fresh streams of her juices pouring down like drool. Patience finally snapped. She drove a fist straight into his stomach.
“Ghk! Ghk… aaagh!”
He never saw the blow coming. In her frenzy she hadn’t held back; it felt as if his guts had been liquefied. Breath vanished. He wheezed and convulsed, body locking up long enough for her to slam his cock home.
“Gyaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!”
Screaming took priority over breathing; even with almost no air left in his lungs he still managed a raw, tearing cry. The squeeze of her walls was nothing like usual. Normally it was a firm, rippling grip; now his hypersensitive cock felt every ridge as if he had just come and was being forced to keep going. She had driven so deep that the head punched straight against her cervix on the first thrust.
“Ah-fuuuuuck!”
Whether scream or moan, the sound kept ripping out of him. At the same time a single insertion triggered orgasm. The already swollen cock jerked even thicker and began pumping with savage force.
It was almost like the night she had milked him dry with a fleshlight at her parents’ house, except this time the overload came from inside Seon-a himself: arginine flooding his system with excess semen, stimulants turning every nerve raw, aphrodisiacs locking his cock into an agonizing erection. Everything stacked.
Once he started coming, the flood of semen slicked her pussy and entrance until movement became effortless. Yurin settled into a natural, rolling rhythm, hips rising and falling as she chased her own pleasure.
When Seon-a recovered enough to thrash again, trying to pull free, she punched his stomach a second time. The second fistprint bloomed red across his already burning belly; his whole body began to shake like a leaf in a gale. With that massive cock buried inside her and his body vibrating, he became a living vibrator—and Yurin loved it. Moans spilled from her lips.
“Hah! Ah, it feels so good. Seon-a, hnn. You feel good too, right? ♡”
Whether he sensed that another struggle would earn more punches, or simply gave up under the pain, Seon-a went limp. He wanted to black out the way he always had during sex with her—escape into unconsciousness—but whatever stimulant was mixed into the drugs kept him ruthlessly awake. Instead of merciful darkness, pure sensation scorched his brain. Pleasure piled higher and higher until it turned his thoughts to mush.
As soon as his lungs filled again he screamed.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”
If screaming until his throat shredded could shave even an ant’s eyelash off this dual agony and ecstasy, he would have done it gladly. The pleasure and pain were that merciless.
Yurin, eyes sparkling with the idea of silencing those screams, sealed his mouth with a kiss. Her tongue shoved deep, sweeping every corner of his mouth. He wanted so badly to bite down in revenge, but the storm of sensation left his jaw slack; he couldn’t close it.
Unable to faint, the pleasure only accumulated. Heat flooded every limb. His face burned scarlet. His cock kept swelling, as if it would never be satisfied. He thought it might literally burst—then his head spun harder and blood began pouring from his nose.
Below, liquid gushed without end; above, more liquid poured free. Even as the nosebleed continued, Yurin kept kissing him and slamming her hips harder, as if she were nowhere near finished. She moved so fast it looked like she had activated some acceleration skill on her lower body alone. His pelvis screamed and creaked under the assault. She sped up further, chasing another orgasm, hips crashing into him—
until a wet, splintering crack announced that his pelvis had broken.
Still he kept pumping thick ropes into her. Yurin pressed down harder, grinding and twisting her hips, wringing every last drop. The motion screamed her determination to milk him dry.
The orgasm lasted more than a full minute. When it finally ended she broke the kiss with a look of mild regret and rose off him. She lifted her hips, stood astride his body, and spread her pussy with two fingers; the semen he had poured into her dripped out in thick, slow strands. He had come so much her belly was slightly rounded.
Then she tensed her stomach. The flood of cum that had filled her came gushing out in a warm stream, soaking his abdomen and thighs. The sight alone made his half-softened cock surge upright again.
But she wasn’t ready to continue just yet.
“Seon-a, let’s heal you first, then go again.”
So she did care about his body—then maybe she could stop being this violent…?
She had noticed the shattered pelvis and ordered him to heal. Which meant once he used his ability, she would simply rape him again. He considered playing dead, hoping she might leave him alone, but Yurin suddenly changed her mind.
“Seon-a? Lee Seon-a! Did the kid pass out again?”
She called his name several more times, checking for consciousness.
“Well, I can heal him after he wakes up… so maybe just a few more rounds. Keep going like last time and he might come around…”
The terrifying words dragged a broken, barely coherent protest from him.
“Ah… ah, no… I’m awake… I’m… here…”
He forced himself to focus, calling on his healing ability. During violent thrashing or sex that felt more like combat, the power was hard to use. He had come within a hair of being raped continuously with a broken pelvis and no chance of blacking out.
“You should have answered sooner. I almost just went ahead.”
She said it as if the near-miss were his fault.
He poured healing energy into the shattered pelvis and the bruises on his stomach, experimenting to see whether the ability could also neutralize the drugs. It barely worked—maybe one-twentieth of the dose. He would need many more cycles to clear it completely. Watching the way Yurin raped him without restraint, he realized neutralizing the drugs with healing was nearly impossible.
As the last of the semen drained from her and she lowered her hips again to take another load, Seon-a steeled himself once more. He had no choice but to watch with both eyes as his cock was slowly swallowed whole again.