The Horse

Shin Eunyeong thought of herself as a luxury item.

She had been born into an ordinary household, true — but people said it all the time, didn't they? Even a humble stream could spawn a dragon. In the eyes of everyone around her, she was devastatingly beautiful. Slim, yet full where it counted, her body was the kind that set men's minds wandering the moment they looked at her.

What she could not stand was her family. She was a luxury piece. They were painfully, irredeemably ordinary. A father who worked at some mid-sized company. A mother who stayed home. Perhaps it was rebellion against that. She caused every kind of trouble at school, effectively cut ties with her household, and dropped out. She was a freshman in high school.

A year after that, she left home and headed for Seoul, swollen with the dream of joining a famous entertainment company and becoming a star. But no agency on earth was prepared to accommodate the arrogance of a self-declared luxury item. Even the one company she clawed her way into eventually threw her out for misconduct.

What she chose after that was compensated dating. Sit down to a single meal with some washed-up man and she walked away with enough money to eat for three days. Another year slipped by like that. She slept when she wanted, ate when she wanted, and chased whatever impulse crossed her mind — and no matter how much she earned, nothing stayed in her hands.

She could not see a future. It was a path she had chosen herself, and still the thought crept in: Can I really keep living like this? Her twenties were fine. What about her thirties? She refused to end up some dried-up old woman hawking energy drinks in the park until she dropped dead. Watching the thirty-something women still in the trade bounce from man to man, left high and dry, scraping by on whatever they could get — it made her want to vomit. That, she knew, might be her future.

So Shin Eunyeong decided to go back to school. It helped that an STD had started spreading through the circles she worked, and she had begun keeping her body out of circulation anyway. She passed the equivalency exam in a year and got into a women's university in Seoul. Not a name anyone would brag about. Even so, she was certain: she really was a luxury item.

Sometime during her freshman year, she learned that a mixer had been arranged with another university. Y University — a prestigious school anyone would recognize by name alone. She could not understand why a place like that would set up a mixer with hers. Later she heard the truth. Y University boys had arranged the whole thing with her specifically in mind.

Shin Eunyeong led the group. The other girls who came along were the ones who, by their own campus's standards, had faces that could compete. And there, she met Lee Doheon.

That was the moment her ambition caught fire again. It was also the starting point of the first crack in her conviction that she was a luxury item.

"NEEEEEEIGH!!!"

The horse was stitching itself into a woman's cunt. Over and over, a wet, brutal rhythm — flesh driving into flesh, a heavy slap of skin, a splutter of fluid.

"KGYAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Shin Eunyeong moaned under the agony of her womb being crushed. Her eyes had rolled back. In them there was no resignation, no surrender, no pleasure that anyone else could have read. The only one who knew what lived behind those eyes was Shin Eunyeong herself. She was swimming in a sea of pain that mashed her organs flat and a bright, electric pleasure that ran the length of her spine. Swimming. So she would not drown. She worked to give the pain a shape, to keep herself from sinking into the pleasure and staying there.

"NEEEEEEIGH!!!"

"Ghhk—! Ghaaaaah!! Hgk!!"

The impacts landed like blows. From her mouth, a thin rope of vomit ran steadily down her chin — the shock of a cock more than a meter long punching up through her pussy. A little blood showed in it. Whether that was from a ruptured organ or from Shin Eunyeong biting her own tongue ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to keep from blacking out, it hardly mattered. Either way, the end was coming into view.

"HREEEEEEEH!!!"

Veins stood out along the horse's balls. Its cock swelled a size thicker, throbbing.

Is it coming? Is it coming again? Inside me?

Her thoughts tangled over themselves. And then the horse stopped. A long, shuddering snort rolled out of it. It never did pull the head free — but most of that massive cock seemed to have slid out of Shin Eunyeong's meat-sleeve.

For a moment, she could breathe. The air was thick and wet, and the simple fact of being able to draw it in felt unbearably precious.

"Ah… ah…"

She could not look behind her. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was bound to the horse's body. The brown legs in her field of vision, the sounds in her ears — yes. She and the horse had been made into one thing. All she could feel was the point where her cunt met the horse's cockhead. Hung from its barrel, her upper body lashed toward its head, she had been turned into a living onahole. No arms. No legs. An onahole was exactly what she was.

How did I end up like this?

The last thing she could remember was giving birth. After that, nothing. At some point her vision had come back into focus, and her ruined breasts had recovered their shape and sheen, only to hang heavy under their own weight.

"Ah… ah…"

Drool ran from her mouth as she shook her head from side to side. She tried to move her body, but she was lashed down so completely that she could not shift at all. Any effort she made only squeezed her like an onahole, teasing the horse's cockhead.

The horse's body began to tremble.

And then it hit — a dry orgasm, a long, rolling shudder. The horse could not even be bothered to move. It left its cockhead resting just inside her cunt and rode out the aftershocks.

"Nngh—! Nngaaaaah…!"

Warm…? Hot…?

It was nothing like goblin or orc semen. Those had been almost light by comparison. This was so dense it was suffocating. The thick, cloying smell of it made her head spin.

The horse went suddenly quiet. A few soft snorts. Asleep, then. As it drifted off, its cock seeped back into Shin Eunyeong's cunt of its own accord, a slow, wet creep of flesh. Fortunately, it did not hurt. Only half of it came in, and it came in gently. It felt, faintly, good. That faint good feeling traveled up through her lower belly, pricked at her nipples, and sparked bright in her brain. Her cunt clenched, and she came, just a little.

"Hah… haah… haah…"

What is this…

She turned her head as far as it would go. Where is this? How long has it been? It felt like eight hours. Moisture thrown off by the sex had filled the room with a heavy haze. Three of the walls were ordinary. The fourth was glass.

And beyond it—

"Doheon… o-oppa…"

Doheon was standing there, watching her.

You're still calling me oppa.

Doheon looked at Shin Eunyeong, impaled on a horse's cock, staring back at him through the glass. But that word coming out of your mouth makes me sick. Sick enough that I want to tear you apart right now.

Still. You put in the effort. I might as well give you a present while I'm at it, and have a little talk.

"Sir…?"

"I'll be going in there."

"…Understood."

Doheon opened the small door cut into the glass. The moment it unlatched, a wave of haze rolled out of the room. The dense reek of semen punched him in the nose. Jeong Gyeongtaek recoiled in horror. Cool air from the room Doheon had been standing in spilled into the breeding chamber, and Shin Eunyeong felt even that much — a thin thread of relief.

And then:

"How have you been."

Doheon looked at her. She hung there moaning, still caught on the horse's cock, and she was a wreck. Chains had been fixed to the stumps where her limbs used to be, lashing those stumps to the horse's body. Blood ran from her mouth; she had been biting her lips to swallow the pleasure. Her face was a smear of tears and snot. Semen and urine dripped in slow strings from below her cunt.

Looking at all of it, Doheon found himself smiling.

"What… are you smiling about…?"

Shin Eunyeong ground her teeth as she said it.

"Isn't it funny? You, who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠used to be so full of yourself — and now you're a horse's cock-sleeve."

"…Did you do this, oppa?"

"You're still calling me that."

"What else am I supposed to call oppa but oppa?"

On the surface, she still spoke as if she had some spine left. Inside, she was coming apart.

I'm scared… I'm scared… am I going to get pregnant again…?

"Don't get scared."

"Who's scared. Oppa. What did I even do to deserve this?"

Don't tell me… he found out…?

Still running the numbers in that head of yours, I see.

But Doheon already knew everything. He didn't need to ask. Nor did he have any intention of neatly informing her that he knew. Doheon was not a man of leisure who savored that kind of catharsis.

"Oppa… this is a dream, right? Isn't it?"

It has to be a dream…! Please…!

"Is it?"

His footsteps clicked across the floor as he walked up in front of her.

"Oppa…?"

The slap landed so hard that blood ran from her nose.

"Ah…?"

"Ah… ah…"

Tears spilled down her face.

"What did I… even do…! You think being an Awakener means you can do whatever you want?! Oppa, this is a crime…!"

"A crime?"

Heh. Doheon let out a rough laugh.

"…!"

It can't be…!

"You thought I wouldn't know?"

Doheon reached into his coat and drew out a document.

"The insurance you took out in my parents' names."

Shin Eunyeong's mouth began to tremble. Her eyes flicked back and forth, hunting for an exit that was not there.

"You contributed a great deal to our — no. To my parents' deaths."

Doheon reached into Shin Eunyeong's memories and turned them over.

She was the one who had steered his father toward a Gate.

And she was the one who had pushed his mother down the stairs as she left the house, dressing it up as an accidental fall.

"No matter how cheap you were, no matter how unsatisfied that made you — you should have left someone else's family alone."

Everything had started with meeting Shin Eunyeong. Back then he had been a green freshman, dragged along by his seniors to a mixer between universities, and that was how he had met her. A beautiful face. Exactly his type. And then that aggressive, head-on pursuit of his. They became a couple. The ugly rumors about her he dismissed as jealousy, and ignored. He knew she had one eye on the inheritance that would come to him. It hadn't mattered. Once they were married, what was his would be hers, and what was hers would be his.

After he vanished, she started crossing lines. His parents had never liked her. She waited until their spirits were worn down, and then she slipped through the gap.

Wearing a mask over her face, she fooled not only his parents but everyone around them. When his mother died, the police had suspected Shin Eunyeong for a moment — but the neighbors had given her an alibi. A girl that kind, they said, would never kill her mother-in-law.

A week. If Shin Eunyeong had held out for just one more week, he would have come back alive. He would have seen his mother again.

But by then, it was already too late.

Doheon looked at her. The color had drained from her face.

"O-oppa…"

"Oppa? I'm younger than you."

"Then… Do… Doheon…"

He said nothing.

"We can start over… I still love you… it was all just an accident…"

An accident. The sheer gall of it. Doheon could read this bitch's memories. Without that ability, he would still be living with her right now, laughing and smiling, never even knowing his parents had been murdered by her hands.

Please… please let me live… Lee Doheon…

So in the end, you want to live too. But you've already crossed the line for that.

"Right. Getting bored using just the one hole?"

"What?"

"Why not try the ass too. I don't know if it's your thing."

Doheon flicked his fingers. Something long and thick settled into the cleft of Shin Eunyeong's ass with a dull, heavy tap — a second shaft, quite apart from the cock already buried in her cunt.

"Wh… what is…"

That was right. He had given the horse another cock.

"You'll get used to it."

Whether she would enjoy it, he couldn't say. Pre-cum ought to be lubrication enough.

"Do… Doheon…? What is this…"

"You'll find out."

"Ah… ah…"

And in that moment, the horse woke up. It registered the sudden change in its own body — and did not care in the slightest. Two cocks meant twice the pleasure, didn't it? Might as well put that to the test.

"NEEEEEEEEIGH!!!"

The horse brought itself up, set both heads in place — one against Shin Eunyeong's cunt, the other against the smooth pink ring of her ass — and drove them in.

"Well. Do your best."

"No… no…!"

Shin Eunyeong thrashed. It did not even qualify as resistance. Both cocks punched into her body without the slightest hitch.

"Ghk—!"

The world went out. Shin Eunyeong's vision slammed to black. Unconscious, then. The horse did not stop. It kept up the piston, a relentless, wet hammering, and Shin Eunyeong moaned without knowing she was doing it. Even her pink womb had been pulled outside her body, dangling loosely. Her anus had prolapsed a little, the way a hemorrhoid patient's does. Fainting was the least she could have done, looking like that. Not that it mattered. She would heal. And once she healed, it would all push out again anyway, so there was no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠point to it.

"I'm going, then. I don't have time, so I won't be able to come by often."

So take care of yourself.

With that, Doheon left the breeding chamber.