Teaching the Subject, Part 13
Slap, slap, slap, slap—
"Ohhh, ah—ngh, uhh—ahhh♡"
As if the story had come to an end.
As if he were finally venting every last ounce of his frustration.
As if he no longer intended to treat me like a person.
Kang Juhyuk jolted his hips. His cock slipped out, then slammed back in.
Whether from behind, doggy style, rear-entry—whatever you wanted to call it.
With even the slightest thrust of his hips, his cock would pop free, then drive all the way back to the very end of my cunt.
There was no technique. Not a shred of intention to make a woman feel good.
There was no getting-to-know-you phase where he asked, Is it sensitive here? Is this your G-spot? Do you like it when I rub here? None of that.
This was masturbation. That was all this was.
Using a blow-up doll, a sex doll, a piece of meat—just a thing to vent desire into.
"Haa... ngh...!"
"Ah, ahh♡ Ah, uhn, oh, ooh, ooh...!"
My arms were caught. From behind, he seized both of my wrists in his hands and trapped them there with absolute force.
Binding me. From behind. Ruthlessly.
Just thrusting. Nothing but thrusting.
Saliva leaked from my mouth. I couldn’t keep it shut.
Good. Gooood, goooood... being treated like a thing, like a blow-up doll, like a sex doll—good.
I liked this. I liked this so much.
This was happiness. This was the right thing. This was what a woman was for.
This body, Mother had made it for this reason.
With every single thrust, I came again and again. The stacks kept building.
Again and again, and again.
Push, push, push.
Every time he drove into me, slickness gushed out in tiny spurts, little by little.
I could feel it, so vividly—the way his cock scraped along my walls.
The way my ass relaxed. The way his balls slapped against my pussy flesh as they swung.
The way he drove at my cervix. The way his hips drew back, then forced their way in again. Like a battering ram. Like a battering ram.
Even the flesh of Kang Juhyuk’s body striking my ass. Even the way his hips snapped forward and crashed into me.
I rocked my hips.
And I, too, moved with that rhythm.
So his cock would slip out farther.
So it would slide back in more easily.
Matching the beat, I swayed my body back and forth.
My head tipped up. Pleasure rose higher and higher, and I let out a soft, trembling sound. Haa, hnn.
"Fuck... you’re so tight...! Goddamn, fuck...!"
Kang Juhyuk started moving even more violently.
I could feel his arousal swelling stronger and stronger.
Was he going to cum? Because he wanted to? Was that it?
Last time he’d held out better, but this time he couldn’t anymore.
Was he excited? Turned on? Did he like it better from behind?
Did it feel good to treat me like a sex doll, Juhyuk?
No. No, this isn’t me. I don’t think things like that. Chae Haeun, you fucking bitch.
He was driving Kang Juhyuk wild, enjoying himself however he pleased.
Kang Juhyuk. Kang Juhyuk, that bastard.
Even when he felt good, he was still obnoxious. Pathetic. Disgusting.
Imagining weird things, feeding weird fantasies to himself. That bizarre defeatism, that twisted excitement.
His confidence had shattered, and in his stupidity, he let himself get toyed with by Chae Haeun’s wordplay.
Instead of sitting around and getting hurt, he should’ve been thinking about conquering me.
Even if this had been real netorare, he should’ve been fucking like he meant to take something back.
This was sex born of utter self-abandonment.
It felt good, but even if it felt good...
Bang! Bang, bang—
Splurt, splurt, splurrrt...!!
"Hic, haaah, hngh♡, ha, hahk...?! "
"Feels good, huh, you little cunt!? Feels good!?"
He was buried inside me.
Buried inside me.
Come in, come in deeper.
The white stuff, the white liquid.
He’s cumming, he’s cumming, uhh, hnghhhh♡!
It’s coming, coming inside me.
The stack exploded. My whole body convulsed.
Into me, into me... deeper, inside me.
Into my womb, past my womb, all the way in.
Happiness came flooding in. Happiness, inside me. The bliss, the climax, the man’s seed.
That thing Mother’s daughter instinctively craved, the thing that made me happy.
A love like warmth itself. Love itself.
It was coming.
It’s comiiing... coming, aaaah♡
Pleasure, bliss, happiness, fulfillment, the completion of instinct, the meaning of existence.
It overflowed. Happiness—no, no, this wasn’t right.
This was too good. Too good. Was it really this good? It was strange. Even better than last time. It kept getting better and better. Would it keep getting better from now on? Was creampie sex really this fucking good?
"Ooh, ngih, uhhhn, heh, haah, hngh, huuuh♡"
"Ugh, suck it in, uhh...!!"
I couldn’t make a human sound anymore. The climax kept going. It wouldn’t end.
Because, because...
Kang Juhyuk—Kang Juhyuk—was still thrusting even while cumming. He wasn’t stopping his hips.
Even as he came, he shoved in again and again, as if trying to empty out his anger, to soothe his indignation.
This wasn’t like last time, when he had tried his hardest to hold back.
This time, with no hesitation at all, he was trying to pour every last drop of his semen inside me.
Trying to spray all his happiness into me.
Splurt, splurt, splurt, slap, slap, slap!
My cunt had become so sensitive while I was cumming that it sprayed slick every time he drove in.
It was as if it wanted to offer up evidence of being used by the man rutting me from behind, as if it were flirting with him while showering him in slick.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"Uhh, ngh, khh, hnghh..."
Ten times? Fifteen? No, maybe twenty? I didn’t know. I couldn’t count.
I couldn’t count at all. His cock kept punishing my oversensitive cunt without caring that I was already gone.
At last he stopped moving and focused only on cumming. Only on flooding me with semen.
And my cunt, so keenly aware of the feeling of that semen pushing in, of that barely perceptible sensation trying to force its way into my womb, sprayed happiness signals straight into my head. My brain was breaking down.
Happiness, happiness, happiness.
Climax, climax, climax.
A deep, languid bliss.
Kang Juhyuk let go of my hands.
The hands holding me up disappeared.
I pitched forward. My ass remained lifted, his cock still buried inside me.
My face fell into the bed, and I collapsed bonelessly onto my stomach.
My mind was blank. I couldn’t think at all.
My breathing was ragged. I felt like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen. Which was impossible.
And yet I forced myself to come to my senses anyway, even while feeling that rising happiness and deep fulfillment bubble up from my belly through his semen.
"Uhn, hnh... ngh..."
I tried, somehow, to get my mind back.
I used the Blessing that had returned, however slightly, to wash my thoughts clean.
Forcibly, I dulled the heat, the pleasure... even if only a little.
Anything to drag my mind back from the edge of orgasm, even just a bit...
No.
This wasn’t right.
This relationship wasn’t right.
I had been trying to teach him his place, not get taught mine.
Kang Juhyuk was not like this.
I never thought he’d be the kind of man drowning in this sort of victim complex.
This time, this really was rape. Fine. That’s what it was. Rape.
He ignored me when I told him to wear a condom and just came inside like it was nothing.
Without the slightest hesitation, he dumped his semen in me and told me to get pregnant.
At this rate I’d end up with a daughter. That thing would grow larger.
So this was over.
Push him away. Don’t let him keep drilling into you like this.
There would be someone who knew how to respect boundaries. At the very least, someone who’d keep things clean through a contract, as a fuck partner... something simple.
Someone who’d be satisfied with a clean role as a dildo.
So—
I moved my body. Kang Juhyuk’s cock was still hard.
It had softened a little, but it was still hard.
It was still inside me. I shook my hips. To pull it out. To get it out.
To pull it free, calm this pleasure, and come back to my senses.
"What are you pouting for? You played with me like this because you wanted it anyway."
"No... that was Chae Haeun just now... I didn’t say that...! Let’s stop having sex...!"
"Why should I care? You told me not to go asking about you, didn’t you?"
Th-That...
Kang Juhyuk spread his body over my back, which was still pinned to the floor.
He seized both of my wrists and pressed them down with his hands.
My Blessing hadn’t fully returned. I couldn’t overcome the force pressing on my arms.
At best, at best,
it had only managed to wash my mind clean a little. That was the limit, for now.
I had to have more sex. I had to relieve this desire more.
Don’t be ridiculous. Don’t lose.
Even if Chae Eunha’s body was a whore, I hadn’t lost my pride.
I’d already decided this was over. I’d already given in once.
The Blessing had returned a little, if not fully—then take it back.
Push him away with force. Wrest the Blessing back from Chae Haeun.
Don’t lose to the scraps of happiness still clinging to your head. Don’t lose to instinct.
Don’t lose to obedience. Don’t lose to gratitude.
Don’t lose to that cock of his...♡
A little strength returned.
The Blessing came back. Just a little. Just a little.
Strength, I had strength.
The weight of Kang Juhyuk pinning me down felt suddenly, incredibly light.
At this rate, if it was this much...
I could escape...!
"Nuna is just a sex doll... and I’m just a dildo."
The instant I tried to shove him off with force,
Kang Juhyuk’s voice reached my ear.
It was hollow, drained of strength. A voice full of post-orgasm clarity, self-loathing, and rage at reality.
Woven together with emptiness, resignation, and yet something he still couldn’t let go of...
Sadness.
My strength leaked away.
My will to resist died down.
How stupid. That’s what happens to virgins.
They give sex all these strange meanings.
When really, it’s just supposed to feel good.
Instead he made a big deal out of it... poured his heart into it. Gave it feelings. Set himself up for disappointment.
He got his hopes up, got hurt, and then went on a rampage all by himself.
Without even knowing who I was. He was just sex drive. Just a desire to conquer. He only wanted to have some high-ranking woman who was beyond his level.
If he’d just obediently listened, he could’ve remained nothing more than a dedicated dildo, a sex partner.
Pathetic. A loser, a piece of shit. Trash. A rapist.
And yet he couldn’t take it, so he was raping me while telling me he was lonely.
Feigning pitifulness, feigning suffering, provoking my maternal instincts.
Maternal instincts. Maternal instincts. Maternal instincts.
That fucking maternal instinct.
Chill. Chill ran down my spine.
Seriously.
So annoying.
So fucking annoying, you...
"...You really want to know that badly?"
"...Huh?"
"You want to know about me that much?"
"...Why? Aren’t I just a dildo?"
"That’s right."
You’re just a dildo.
That will never change.
No matter how pathetic you act.
No matter how much guilt you try to shove onto me.
I’m not giving anything to a rapist like you.
Besides, Choi Eunho never cared about that kind of thing in the first place.
He was the kind of man who didn’t care about the women obsessing over him, the kind who’d sleep with a woman on one night and cut her off the next.
A man who lived by having Yujeong make sure they all fell away from him.
You’re no different from those women.
Just as Choi Eunho treated the women he met like blow-up dolls,
Chae Eunha was treating you like a dildo, too.
"A pathetic little guy like you, who just sits around having weird fantasies, is perfectly fine as a dildo. It was your delusions that made Chae Haeun run over because she thought it would be fun, you idiot."
"Then... what exactly are Eunha Nuna and Haeun Nuna?"
"...That’s a secret, for now."
You haven’t even said it yourself yet.
"I want to know. Really badly. I want to know Nuna. What kind of person you are... what you like. And why we even have to have sex... whether that’s the reason you’re doing it with me, what you’d be like with someone else... It keeps making my heart race for no reason. Am I the only one who has to feel like this? I don’t know anything. I just... I just wanted to get to know you, Nuna."
"You don’t have to have sex?"
"I mean, I do want to..."
"Then which do you want more—having sex with me, or getting to know me?"
It was strange.
Strangely enough, it was fun.
I found myself asking him teasing questions without meaning to.
Chae Haeun told me I was doing well. Said she wanted to try teasing Juhyuk like this someday, too.
Fuck, I don’t need your praise.
"Ngh... that’s unfair."
"Why can’t you answer? Which is it?"
"Ugh... ngh...!"
For some reason, it was fun.
I rocked my hips a little. My ass, with his cock buried inside it.
The sensation struck me even as it struck him.
It was a strange feeling.
Like I was toying with a woman begging me to go on.
Something like that. Somehow.
Yeah.
I never thought I’d think this way.
But maybe it really was a little fun.
It felt good.
The touch of his cock against me as I rocked my hips. The cock thrashing inside my cunt.
It felt so unbelievably good that
I should’ve been lost in it like before, gasping and moaning, fully submerged in the sensation.
But now I wanted to see the look on Kang Juhyuk’s face while he felt it. Impossible in this position, but still.
The face he made while barely holding on.
Honestly, what kind of feeling was this?
It felt like Chae Eunha and Chae Haeun were mixing together.
"If you... take your cock out here, and don’t have sex... if you stop, will you really... go on a real date with me?"
"...Pfft."
Seriously, he was such an idiot.
Hopeless. Was there really anyone more hopeless than this guy?
"Absolutely not~."
"Y-you..."
"Keep thrusting."
I was... kind of turned on now.
It wasn’t even funny, really.
Right now, I felt like I was half Chae Haeun.
Because of maternal instincts.
That damn maternal instinct.
Pity, a D-class hunter, the bottom rung, someone who’d never once seen the light, someone who’d never even held a woman.
Because of... because of that kind of... fuck.
Maybe because I was thinking of Choi Eunho, the D-class hunter from three years ago.
Because of the attention I’d once wanted to receive back then.
Because of the maternal affection I’d craved as a child.
With a perfectly usable object for vicarious satisfaction sitting right in front of me...
The boundary between Chae Eunha and Chae Haeun blurred halfway away.
A smile curved my eyes.
My mouth bent into a grin.
Was I making an expression that only Chae Haeun would make in the mirror?
"If you make it intense, I’ll call your name at least."
So right now, I’m not Chae Eunha.
Right now, I’m half Chae Haeun.
So this is fine.
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