Teaching the Lesson (11)
"Haaah... huff, ah! Ah... aah...♡"
"Hoo, hoo, hoo."
Rough hands.
Hands that kneaded me as if I were dough.
This wasn’t even foreplay. It was, quite literally, groping my chest however he pleased, for as long as he pleased, because he’d gotten drunk on excitement.
Kang Juhyuk had tried to act tough and set the mood behind me, but once he actually started, what he did was less caressing than harassment—practically the behavior of a molester.
See? It’s nothing. He’s inexperienced. It was stupid of me to get so tense.
A guy who’d never even tasted a woman; a guy whose entire experience was me.
A touch that wouldn’t make a woman feel good at all—if anything, it would hurt so much she’d want to run away.
And yet, why?
This... this ridiculous fidgeting with my body.
He just rubbed my breasts raw, squeezed them, pinched my nipples,
grabbed hard, even prodded them with his fingers.
It felt like he’d never actually touched breasts before, like he was just getting off on the situation—getting off on my huge tits—while touching them as he pleased.
And it felt good.
I-It’s because of the Blessing. Probably. That must be it.
Because it didn’t hurt, because there was no pain, the heavy impact of his hands turned into ordinary stimulation.
And this body, this absurdly sensitive body, took that ordinary stimulation and translated it into pleasure.
So that was it. That had to be it.
"Haaah...♡ O-ohh...♡"
Fwoosh—!
There it went. Another one.
One stack. Already.
Less than a minute after he’d started touching my breasts.
My body had already spawned a bomb.
Strength leaked out of me. My legs gave way, and I nearly toppled backward.
Something firm caught my back. Kang Juhyuk was propping me up so I wouldn’t collapse.
He was basically holding me in his arms.
Against my back I could feel hard pressure, and beneath my panties I could feel the desperate, straining shape of his cock.
It was twitching like crazy already.
That sensation made my head spin even more.
"Nuna, does it feel good?"
"D-don’t say such a... stupid, huff... thing...♡"
It’s not because you’re strong.
It’s because I’m weak.
That, that humiliating realization...
As I forced myself to look down on Kang Juhyuk in my head, to soothe my pride by belittling him, I was also throwing my pride away.
"This isn’t, this isn’t even foreplay...! It’s just... sexual assault, or something...♡ What kind of woman would...♡ enjoy this..."
"Eunha Nuna is enjoying it, though."
"I-I’m... I’m not hurt, so... ah...♡"
"Then Eunha Nuna is a pervert and a masochist."
No, no.
There was no way.
"Then do you like this?"
As he said that, Kang Juhyuk steadied his breathing and reached out again.
The hand against my breast, that rough hand, gently worked my chest between his fingers.
"Hngh... ha... ugh...♡"
This time it was completely different—soft hands instead of rough ones.
His touch was almost a caress, not stimulating at all.
Slowly, lightly, he rubbed my breasts, then traced his fingers around the edge of the areola, teasing the area little by little.
The great water balloon, the mass of flesh, swayed and reacted even to those weak fingers.
No—what was trembling was me. It was my body that made my breasts shake.
His hand hovered around my nipples, close enough to touch, then not quite.
What welled up inside me was impatience. It felt good, but there was something else... something else.
A firm little tip, a place that could feel even better.
It was the sort of thing that made me want to blurt out, You want to touch there too, don’t you?
But he kept avoiding that spot, instead massaging my breasts all over with patient care.
How pathetic.
Come on... when are you going to...?
You’re going to do it, right?
Right now, it already feels amazing.
Even if he flicked them, pinched them, tugged them, pressed them... no, even if he merely brushed against them...
It would absolutely feel good...
But it’s not enough. This feels good too...
This alone... I can’t... come...
Tap.
"Eek—?! "
My whole body jolted.
I went rigid, and when the sudden touch struck my nipple, that hyper-sensitive sensation made me shudder hard.
At the same time, my breasts swayed too.
Kang Juhyuk wasn’t holding my breasts to keep me in place; he was gently cradling my body and lifting me up, supporting me.
I was trapped in his arms. Escaping was nothing, but no strength would go into my body.
Too sensitive. Way too sensitive.
So sensitive it was ridiculous.
How was I supposed to live in a body like this?
Even in the middle of a fight, if someone touched my breasts once, I’d probably get horny.
If some man’s filthy hand merely grazed my ass, I’d start dripping wet.
This, this was definitely wrong.
"Did you come?"
"N-nooo? I-I didn’t come..."
"Really? Because that’s what Eunha Nuna said. She likes it rougher like this more than soft stuff."
Huh? No, that wasn’t it.
Was it? There was no way.
More than textbook foreplay, rough teasing felt better?
No, I hated either one—no, did I hate it? What? Was I supposed to like it? No... no!
"No... no way. There’s no way something like that, some rough groping from a guy who looks like he’s never touched a woman in his life and just does whatever he wants, would feel better...!"
"Then... want to check?"
"W-what...?"
"Try biting."
"Eek."
Kang Juhyuk lifted the lower part of my right breast with his hand and pushed it upward.
With his left hand he guided the breast toward my face.
My body was so ridiculous. My breast came toward my face. My breast touched my mouth.
There was no way normal life could possibly be possible like this.
My stiff, fully erect nipple brushed my lips. It was obscene.
I couldn’t tell whether the nipple was being stimulated or my lips were.
"B-bite...?"
"Bite down hard. Really hard. You said it doesn’t hurt anyway."
B-bite?
My nipple, with my own teeth?
That would look insanely stupid.
Worse than a beast biting its own tail.
He wanted me to make that kind of foolish face?
"Bite it."
Ghh...♡
I opened my mouth.
I took the hard, jutting nipple right between my teeth.
And then I bit down hard, with the strongest force this body could muster even if it wasn’t the Blessing itself.
Yeah, it was fine. Thanks to the Blessing, I wouldn’t get hurt. It wouldn’t hurt.
Bitten a little was fine. No one else would see. No one would... except Kang Juhyuk...
If I just buried Kang Juhyuk later... then, yeah...
He was insolent. Way too insolent. He ordered me around, touched me whenever he wanted. When today was over, it would be done... so until then, just until then.
I’d only do what he said until today was over.
As a reward, I’d let him enjoy this last dream...
So.
When I clamped down hard,
"Haaah...♡ Mmmmmngh...!!"
Ah.
I couldn’t hold on.
Fwoosh, and.
My mind went blank.
I shuddered, my body twisting as I spilled liquid.
Even so, I didn’t loosen my bite on the nipple.
My body twisted further, my chest shaking and my head tilting with it,
and the stimulation from those jolts fed straight back into the nipple, setting it off again.
Good, it felt good, it felt good, it felt even better.
Stimulation, stimulation, stimulation, stimulation, stimulation.
It didn’t hurt. It should have hurt—no, it shouldn’t hurt—but still, this was, this was too much.
This wasn’t foreplay or teasing anymore; it was just torture, pure and simple, and torture was...
It just felt good.
This body...
This body feels good no matter what you do...?
Strength drained away. I went limp.
I wanted to collapse, but Kang Juhyuk wouldn’t let me.
When I finally released the nipple, the teeth marks left behind wobbled and fell from my mouth.
As my breast dropped, swaying with the motion, Kang Juhyuk firmly caught it in his hand.
That rough grip felt good.
It felt good.
He brought that abused nipple up in front of my eyes.
It looked like it should have been ruined, but it wasn’t ruined at all.
The nipple he’d bitten so hard still stood firm and proud.
Still untouched. Still clean.
"Look."
"Nngh...♡"
"Eunha Nuna, you’re exactly the same as Haeun Nuna."
No, I’m not...
What the hell was he talking about?
He said this was phone sex.
So why was he doing something like this during phone sex?
What was this, touching my nipple like that... huff...♡
"Don’t... treat us... as the sa-ame..."
"Then tell me. What are the two of you?"
"Don’t... try to find out..."
"You’re just... a dildo... I told youuu..."
Again and again, like this.
Don’t try to come inside me like this.
You’re nothing. Nothing at all.
Don’t try to learn about me.
Don’t try to make me learn about you.
We said we’d keep it simple—just sex, only sex.
"Fine. A dildo. So I’m a dildo."
"Yeah... you’re just a dildo I’ll use once today and throw away... ah."
"Then I’ll do things my way too."
Ah.
Kang Juhyuk let go of me.
I had been standing only because I’d been leaning on him, because I had no intention of supporting myself with my own strength.
And then I pitched forward, face-first onto the bed.
My breasts made it uncomfortable. I was pressed down.
But strangely, the pressure didn’t feel bad.
No... maybe it was fine because it wasn’t suffocating...? Was that only natural?
It felt like my signals were broken. Discomfort, pain, everything was turning into something else... no, into something good.
I’d thought the Blessing had made me forget pain. But no... maybe it was the opposite. Something in this body was trying to turn all of that into pleasure.
I lay there on my stomach.
Kang Juhyuk behind me came down on his knees at my back, slotting my legs between his thighs as if he were trapping them there.
My ass, my waist, my back... the back of my head, my arms... everything was left exposed to him, defenseless.
My body trembled.
I couldn’t see Kang Juhyuk.
But Kang Juhyuk could see all of me.
Maybe that wasn’t so bad. The normal position... maybe I’d hate it. Sex pinned beneath a man, looking at his face while he does it.
I felt resistance. I didn’t like it. I still couldn’t imagine it. No, not yet—but still.
And yet, some strange anticipation different from that swirled through my heart.
What was he going to do to me? What was he planning?
Was he going to force me to... ngh.
It should have been impossible. And yet.
My body accepted it as pleasure anyway.
The desire that had sunk after two orgasms only to surge back up again, the longing that had already started building once more because there’d been no climax through semen, felt like it had stripped my Blessing away.
It protected my body, but I couldn’t use it however I wanted.
I couldn’t escape. I was already caught like a fish on a line.
There was nothing I could do but wriggle.
The Chae Haeun inside me whispered that this was what she liked.
That this was the part that felt good. That it was perfect. More than perfect.
"I’m going to keep fucking you. Until I’m the one who wants to stop."
"C-condom..."
"Do you put condoms on dildos?"
...Nngh♡
Idiot.
Moron.
Trash.
Rapist.
You, you bastard.
What do you think women are?
You planning to knock me up?
Forcing it on me?
Because I look rich?
Because I look like I’d just take an after pill or something?
Because it doesn’t look like you’d be the one taking responsibility?
Don’t make me laugh. Once you’re gone, the second I’m out of here, you...
Someone like you... is nothing at all, and yet...
Do you think you can handle the aftermath?
Seriously. Really.
A dildo with nothing but a dick in its head...
Thunk.
"...♡"
Between my ass cheeks.
That hard, hot thing settled precisely in my cleft.
He’d taken it out while dragging my panties down, and the monstrous, huge thing—the thing I could gauge just by the way it touched me—
kept bumping against my ass as if commanding me to accept it right now.