Severance of Pleasure (2)
Seona was turning over yesterday’s blindfold play in his mind, examining every detail.
Miel’s insides had felt nothing like usual. That scorching heat had swallowed and bitten down on him as if she had been starving for ages. The way she took him so relentlessly deep and fast, then drew him out with agonizing slowness as though she could not bear to let go, carried a pitiful desperation that almost hurt to feel. She had taken him the day before as well—yet she had wanted him that badly?
Strangest of all, the pleasure that should have radiated from the mark carved into his lower abdomen never fully reached him while he was with her. Even his own moans had sounded different, rawer, as if he had simply been too far gone. Almost…
That voice had been so close to the woman who had locked him away.
Impossible. His woman would never hand him over to someone else. The thought itself clawed through his chest like a living thing: Miel offering him up to that kidnapper; Miel standing behind them, answering in his place while he was used. Miel had taken his first time. His cock had never known any hole but hers. Just as he had only Miel, Miel had only him—there was no world in which she would deliver his body to another woman.
No. It had to be that way.
Miel’s mood was foul because of the previous day. Yurin’s aura had been so close to outright rape that Miel had been forced to hand Seona over. The pleasure Seona received had traveled straight through the Yin Crest into her, and the pain of it had been unbearable. A high-ranking demon who could not even protect her own mate. A hollow laugh escaped her at her own helplessness and pathetic weakness.
As desperately as she hoped Seona would not notice, a selfish hunger still lived inside her—that he would realize the hole swallowing him was not hers. Even if his mind shattered, she wanted him to know her. In the end Seona had looked confused, had sensed something wrong, yet the moment had simply drifted past. She had been glad he seemed to register the difference from her usual responses, yet she also wanted to beg him not to notice, because she could not bear for his mind to break any further.
No matter what excuse she invented, she was still the woman who had sold Seona to Yurin. That terrible pleasure still refused to leave her skull. If only it had been pure pain instead…
Before returning home, Yurin prepared the anesthetic. Tomorrow she would pack Seona into a carrier bag and deliver him to that human-like succubus. Her thoughts were a storm. Most of what she had spoken with the succubus had been trivial chatter, yet the creature had looked so nearly human that confusion had begun to churn inside her chest. A voice that seemed to scold her for trying to keep Miel like livestock echoed through her ribs. To feel even a flicker of that toward the bitch who had kidnapped Seona and her and dragged them through hell—she must have lost her mind.
The moment the Yin Crest was gone she would carve that creature into pieces, coat the flesh in cement, and sink it into the deepest trench of the East Sea, and even that would not be enough. Something was wrong. Her heart was burning. She had fretted over the strange thought the entire way home.
The instant she stepped inside, the thought died.
Seona and Miel were masturbating on either side of a closed door, their moans bleeding together through the wood.
"Miel unnie… haah… hng… ahh…"
"Seona… haang…"
They were sharing every pulse of pleasure through the Yin Crest, each riding the other’s sensation while they touched themselves. Whatever thin mercy she had begun to feel toward Miel vanished completely.
"You fucking bitch… jerking off in my house."
Yurin strode into the master bedroom and kicked the bathroom door open. The crash made Seona clamp his mouth shut and dart nervous glances at her face. That frightened look was so adorable she wanted to pin him down on the spot. But if she did, his mind might shatter before she could remove the Yin Crest tomorrow. Just a little longer. Just a little more patience.
"The second I’m gone you two always pull this shit, don’t you?"
"…"
Only cold silence filled the house now. Both of them stayed quiet, clearly terrified of her. In Seona’s current memories Miel was his lover; of course he would react this way. But her own heart had no such luxury. It hammered so hard and fast she wanted to kill Miel where she stood.
Since middle school she had quietly destroyed every girl who approached Seona. In university she had grown a little quieter. When he was kidnapped she had slaughtered every one of the bitches responsible, and for that Minji whore she had hired a private agency to drug the girl’s boyfriend and gang-rape her until her mind broke and she became a ruin. That was how precious Seona was to her. Now she was prepared to abandon even his parents. To restore him she was risking total annihilation if anything went wrong. And still he did not remember her. He only looked at her with the same frightened eyes. Yesterday, even with the blindfold, he had not recognized her at all. She had finally swallowed and drawn out that cock that had known only her for so long, and he had not even known whose hole had taken him.
The rage was almost unbearable, yet the thought that she might erase the Yin Crest tomorrow kept her still. Once his memories returned she would drug him again and retrain him. She wanted to watch once more the footage of him on his knees, begging her for the drug. She wanted to drive him as mad as the days he had spent with Miel. Jealousy was tearing her insides apart; she needed revenge on Miel and she needed to settle the score with Seona himself.
Trauma? On the contrary—back then Seona had been so blissed out he knew nothing but pussy and drugs. How could feeling that good ever be trauma? She had watched his face travel to heaven and back every single day; her eyes were not wrong.
For the cock that would spill for any woman who swallowed it, and for the bitch who might be seeing Seona for the last time tomorrow, she had prepared something special. Just like yesterday she would cover his eyes, and she and that creature would take turns milking him. Even the most faithless cock would notice the different scent and texture of two separate cunts. If he started to catch on, she would force him under with the anesthetic she had just portioned out. That would stop any mental collapse cold.
She began measuring the drug onto a handkerchief, preparing a thick, generous dose—enough to keep him sleeping so deeply he would not wake even after she delivered him to the succubus tomorrow.
Miel blindfolded Seona exactly as she had the day before, then bound his hands. She leaned close to Yurin’s ear and whispered.
"Please… if he finds out… Seona could be ruined."
"When I tell you to do something, you do it. You’re not in any position to make requests."
"Fine… but you’re making me go first? Why…?"
Yurin was not the sort to yield the first turn out of jealousy. Unease flooded Miel’s thoughts.
"Just do it when I say. Ah—and from now on neither of us speaks a single word. We enjoy only the feel of him and see who can make him cry louder."
Crazy bitch…
Miel swallowed every protest. Out of nowhere the rape-obsessed maniac had decided they would take turns violating Seona, and she had ordered Miel to start. It sounded almost like a contest to see who could milk more semen out of him. Still, Miel had no choice. If she refused, Yurin might rip the blindfold off and fuck him into pieces right there. Whenever Seona excited her, Yurin’s eyes looked deader than a rotting fish.
Miel climbed on top of him first. She would make the other woman regret forcing her to go first. She moved with the same brutal hip work Yurin always used, determined to wring every drop of seed from Seona’s body. The pleasure racing through the Yin Crest was so fierce that Miel herself shuddered with it.
"Haah… yesterday too… Miel unnie… you’re too worked up… a little gentler… ah! After we finished yesterday it hurt so much… hng! I couldn’t even focus properly when I tried to heal with my ability. Hng…"
"…"
When no answer came, anxiety began to climb Seona’s spine. He had no choice but to pour that anxiety out as seed. The moment he started to come, Miel’s cunt worked him with the same relentless greed Yurin had shown the day before—demanding everything, determined to steal every last drop. Seona’s moans rose into something close to screams. It was exactly the way Yurin had milked him on camera in the month before their wedding.
Miel’s expression flickered with sudden realization: she had walked straight into Yurin’s trap. If she used him this savagely, even Yurin’s usual roughness would be hard for him to distinguish.
She pulled free. The cock that now carried both their scents was already flushed dark red, swollen and slightly drooping. It looked raw from how hard she had taken it. With that much pain, even if Yurin swallowed him next he would barely feel the difference.
Then it was Yurin’s turn.
When Miel’s pussy took him he was a mate; when Yurin’s took him he became a husband. That faithless cock. Anger began to coil inside Miel toward the boy who felt pleasure instead of pain even when another woman claimed him. If he still found ecstasy while Yurin used him…
On the next turn she would carve into that body exactly whose he was.
A tenacity every bit as fierce as Yurin’s began to burn in Miel’s eyes.