Betrayal (2)
Once spoken, words could never be taken back.
Seona regretted what she had said—words that would cut Yurin deep. Tears threatened to spill, but she steeled herself, forced strength into her gaze, and glared at Yurin instead, burying everything she truly felt.
"Was that bitch's pussy really that good? No way… I'll make you feel better. Harder. I'll wring more out of you. I'll clamp down so tight she won't even compare."
Even in that situation, Yurin began spilling absurd claims in a trembling voice—insisting she was better. Every moment of being taken by Yurin day after day rose unbidden in Seona's mind. She dragged up the grudges she had buried deep in her chest and let them out in a voice thick with anger.
"Ha… Fine. I'll be honest. Sex with you was pathetic. It just hurt. And that selfish way you only cared about getting yourself off? Disgusting."
The words came from somewhere real inside her. She meant to drive the knife deeper so Yurin wouldn't see through her—but most of it was the truth she had been carrying all along.
Whether that truth reached her or not, Yurin felt as if the air had been punched from her lungs.
"…"
Hearing it, Yurin shut her mouth. When they had sex, she had only ever ravaged him in a frenzy. Not once had he moaned the way he had when Miel sucked him—sounds of genuine pleasure. With her, it had almost always been it hurts and stop. He had begged for sex sometimes, yes—but only because he needed the drugs. In other words, it hadn't been her he needed. It had been the medicine.
Every moment since that first time she had forced herself on him like a rape came flooding back as pure regret.
"I… I'm sorry… I was wrong… Please… just give me one more chance…"
Every instant of what Yurin had done to him crashed through Seona's mind. Hundreds of times he had been taken—and as those memories surfaced, fury surged up from somewhere deep. And then…
He said and did something he never would have otherwise.
"Yeah? Then watch carefully how sex is supposed to go—with me and Miel."
With that, Seona moved closer to Miel.
"Ah… No! Don't… I'm sorry… Please… I didn't mean it… I can satisfy you… Please… I'll be gentle, I'll do whatever you want! Please don't!"
Realizing Seona meant it, Yurin threw her pride away and began to beg. Miel looked startled for a beat—but she had no intention of letting a chance like this slip by.
Face to face with Seona, she slowly drew closer, parted her lips, and they began to kiss.
"Mm… Mmh… Nnh…"
Softly exploring each other's mouths, Seona looked lost in the pleasure of it—and felt himself hardening. Miel, too, was already wet; slick heat ran down her thighs. Thanks to the Yin Crest, their sensitivity was amplified, and both of them were drowning in it.
When their mouths finally parted, a thin, clear thread stretched between them. Miel's eyes and Seona's stayed locked. Then Miel began undressing him.
Yurin couldn't look away. All she could do was keep crying please. The boy she had tangled bodies with hundreds of times was about to have sex while moaning another woman's name. There was nothing in her but pain. What she had done to him all this time could never be undone. A few words were never going to fix it.
As the regrets kept rising, Miel and Seona finished stripping—ready. Seona lay back and spoke to Miel.
"Hurry up. Put it in…"
Miel smiled faintly, lined him up against herself, and slowly sank her hips. It was a pussy that had never been used—tight, gripping hard, clinging to him with a fierce, enveloping pull.
"Nnh… Haaah…"
Miel let out a soft moan, and a sound slipped from Seona as well. It felt as if they were feeling the exact same thing. It was his first time inside Miel—and it was unlike any other. If Yurin's insides had been like a machine that crushed him with brute force, Miel's passage scraped and stroked along his length, coaxing sensation, wrapping him with a soft, knowing embrace. A true masterpiece of a body.
Miel was losing her virginity right then—but more than that, the fact that Seona wanted her was strange and thrilling all at once. Yesterday he had refused her offer. Today, furious at Yurin, he was leaning on her instead. It felt like she had won.
Seona reached out toward her.
"Hold my hand."
Miel and Seona laced their fingers together. Then they began to move—slow, rising and falling. Not the rough, frantic sex Yurin always forced, but something built for each other's pleasure: Seona rolling his hips up, Miel answering in kind, drawing sharp, shared heat out of one another.
"Haah… Hnnh… Haa…"
Their moans tangled together, and through them came Seona's voice—sounds of someone who actually felt good. Not the screaming, pained cries he made with her. Watching it, Yurin reeled. She finally understood how different this was from every time she had taken him. Not like the porn she had only ever watched—this was a man and a woman trying to make each other feel good. And Seona, who clearly preferred it slow and unhurried… She realized everything she had done to him had been nothing but sexual torture.
She had thought a man would be happy as long as he kept cumming. Watching him with another woman was what finally taught her otherwise.
What the hell have I been doing all this time?
"Ah! Aah—aah! Ah!"
The moans grew louder; neither of them could hold back anymore, and the pace climbed. But there was no pain in the sounds at all. Seona's body jerked; his hips lifted a little off the floor. He was cumming inside Miel.
"Haa… Haa… Haa… That felt good…"
"Me too…"
Even after it was over they stayed joined, hands still clasped, whispering to each other—and jealousy kept boiling up in Yurin. She had never once tried to do it like that. She remembered wringing every last drop out of him until he couldn't get hard, then hauling him to the bathroom like a used dildo and cleaning him off. She wanted to kill the person she had been. She had even kept rubbing his spent cock while he lay limp and moaning afterward, milking for more. All because she thought men felt good just from shooting—
She had only ever been playing with his cock. That bitch had stolen Seona's heart, and she was weaker besides. In the end she had even lost as a cunt to a succubus. She was a failure as a female. Her throat closed; she couldn't look at Seona's face anymore.
Once she had recovered enough, Miel got up and started toward Yurin. Seona's cum was still dripping thickly from between her legs.
"Ah, right. I'm fertile today, aren't I? What now? At this rate I might end up carrying Seona's kid…"
She said it as if a delightful idea had just occurred to her.
"Oh, and I never collected my tutoring fee, did I?"
With that she beat her wings in the cramped space, flew up, and presented her lower body to Yurin's face.
"If you don't suck it all out, I might get pregnant. I'll take a little cleanup as payment for the lesson."
Yurin was torn. If Miel really was fertile, she would absolutely end up pregnant with Seona's child—so the cum had to come out. But licking another woman's pussy… The thought alone made her want to gag.
"Well, if you don't want to, fine…"
"Hah… I'll do it…"
Seeing the succubus start to pull away, Yurin cried out in a rush. Miel pressed her cunt firmly to Yurin's mouth. Terrified that even one drop might take root in that womb, Yurin frantically began to suck, wet sounds filling the air as she drew Seona's seed into her mouth.
She had lost as a female. That bitch had stolen Seona's heart. But she could not stand the thought of his cum becoming that woman's too. So she sucked with everything she had. There was so much she couldn't swallow it all at once; afraid of spilling any, she sealed the succubus's entrance with her tongue and gulped it down in mouthfuls. Not a single drop for her—she kept pulling hard. At last, after a long time, she could no longer taste Seona's cum inside that hole.
Yurin thought she had finally done it—until she looked up and found Seona staring at her with an expression of pure revulsion.
"You… You actually make me sick. How can you lick another woman's pussy? And looking like you're enjoying it… Aren't you ashamed as a female?"
Yurin scrambled to explain.
"N-No, Seona… I just didn't want to waste your cum… I wanted all of it for myself… That's why…"
The answer came back in a voice like ice.
"I'm disappointed."
"…"
Yurin had nothing left to say. Pathetic at sex, weak, and finished as a female. She no longer had the face to look at him. She almost wanted to die.
The succubus sauntered over with a bright little smile.
"From now on, just watch us every day and learn. Then maybe you'll get good eventually. Not sure you'll ever get Seona's cock in you again, though. Do your best!"
The words were so humiliating, so infuriating, that something inside Yurin finally snapped. As if she had gone mad, she started shrieking and slamming the back of her own head into the wall. Even when she was bloody she didn't stop. Watching the grotesque, relentless thrashing, Seona turned to Miel in alarm.
"Calm her down."
He didn't call her Yurin anymore. Just her.
Miel drove a vicious kick into Yurin's stomach, then broke her arms and legs with her fists. She unlocked the cuffs binding her to the wall and replaced them with another set—metal restraints that locked both arms together in one place—then shackled her legs as well.
In that state, Seona came close and healed her. Then, to the Yurin who looked unconscious, he whispered softly,
"You treated me like a toy… so I'll treat you the same way. Look forward to it, Yurin. And… thank you. Thanks to a pathetic cunt like you, I met Miel."
If Yurin had been awake, the words would have driven her raving mad all over again—but this was all he could do. If Miel's interest faded, Yurin would be discarded and disposed of. The only way to keep her alive was to make sure Miel stayed interested in her.
And so, inside a performance so complete it even fooled Miel, Seona wept where no one could see.