Get Used to It (7)
"Ah... really, Nuna."
For some reason I couldn’t quite name, I ended up clutching my chest and looking up at him—and Kang Juhyuk looked down at me before suddenly latching onto me as if he couldn’t help himself.
Even though he’d tied my hands together and bound me up, he still pulled me straight into his arms.
He hugged me so tightly it was almost as if he truly found me adorable, rubbing his cheek against mine with almost absurd affection.
What the hell is he doing? Disgusting. Hurry up and start already—why are you rubbing cheeks on me?
It was warm, sure, but this wasn’t sex.
This wasn’t something you did because you needed to, because you were in heat, because you had to relieve yourself.
Don’t do whatever you want. That isn’t your role.
Of course, I’d said that when I had sex, the man should take the lead...
Of course, last time and this time alike, it had been close to forced anyway—he’d gotten me worked up so much that I ended up doing it because he’d made me want to...
Still. This time I wasn’t letting him do whatever he pleased.
I just wasn’t in the mood.
So just hurry up and finish.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"It’s your fault, Nuna. You’re too cute."
"Cute? Who...!"
"Who else? You, Eunha nuna."
This bastard—how dare he get so insolent...!
I wanted to punish him on the spot, but my body, held in a man’s arms, was too relaxed, too unwilling to break free.
The Blessing wouldn’t work properly. Chae Haeun had taken over and was saying that wasn’t this too nice right now?
My cravings were rising too fast, and I couldn’t take the Blessing back.
Ugh. Ughhh.
So warm.
Annoying... I’m wet, and it’s not even foreplay.
It’s making me restless, ugh.
"Nuna. What do you think I’m going to do next?"
"Stick it in my cunt and... finish... ugh."
"You’re too fast. What else?"
"I-I don’t know. Just stick it in and... finish."
"Come on. Tell me quickly. Not what I’m going to shove in your cunt—what you pictured."
"..."
"Nuna. It’s sex time now. Who do you belong to?"
...Ngh.
Seriously.
Low, filthy scum.
He was trying to make me say it again. Don’t make me laugh.
"Instead of just staring, touch my chest... squeeze my breasts like you’re trying to milk them... then from behind, you’d... play with them however you wanted, wouldn’t you?"
"Yes. Good. Very good."
"...Ugh."
I didn’t want to say I was his, so I told him what I was imagining instead.
And he just patted my head as if I’d done well.
My body shivered all over. This was strange. This was strange. Being held like this was strange.
I could feel the way he was pampering me. I could feel the affection in it. The feeling of being cared for was disgusting, and yet the disgust itself was starting to blur. It felt like my brain was breaking.
Not the kind of brain-melting that came at climax, but something different. Something from another direction...
This...
Is, good.
What?
No.
What do you mean, good?
What exactly is good?!
I was confused.
There was a pleasure separate from my sensitized body, a pleasure that wasn’t sexual at all—mental pleasure.
This was wrong. Was it because of my body? It had to be because of my body.
That was the kind of body it had always been, wasn’t it? A body obsessed with men. That had to be why.
It had to be.
But before I could sort out my thoughts, Kang Juhyuk started moving.
He let me go, sat himself up against the wall, then pulled me closer and settled me in front of him.
For all his acting up, as an Awakened Hunter he could easily lift my body—probably around fifty kilograms—without a problem.
I, having lost my Blessing, couldn’t resist at all and ended up seated between his legs.
I sat up straight, trying not to touch him unnecessarily and not lean against his chest for no reason, but...
his hand grabbed me and forced me to slump back against him.
"Now. Put your arms down."
My shirt-dress top had already been loosened and pulled down enough to leave my chest exposed.
And with my wrists tied like this, lifting my arms was impossible.
If I wanted to sit there and let him touch my breasts obediently, I had to uncurl my arms and let them drop.
But somehow, for some reason... resistance rose up in me.
If I behaved and let him pat my head, I’d end up feeling even weirder.
So I deliberately ignored Kang Juhyuk and kept my arms bent, still hiding my chest.
"Nuna."
"Ngh."
"You’re being very naughty."
"You little... who are you talking to...!"
But I couldn’t even finish.
A right hand reached around from behind and covered my mouth.
I tried to lift my arm and push it away, but his left hand forced my other arm down and seized my right breast.
Crush.
My bound arm was blocked by his other arm, unable to move.
I tried to speak, but my mouth was covered, and his left hand began squeezing my right breast hard.
"Mmph... ngh...♡ Hhhngh♡"
"Naughty cow."
"Hh, hhh..."
Drip.
From the nipple at the tip of my right breast, milk gathered... and ran down.
Every time Kang Juhyuk crushed my breast in his hand, my body jolted and leaked milk.
Don’t do whatever you want, you little brat, how dare you, who do you think you are...—all the thoughts I’d had about scolding his overbearing behavior vanished in an instant.
Even though he still hadn’t put it inside me, the moment he grabbed my chest...
my body understood that it was sex time now.
During sex with Kang Juhyuk... I had promised I’d belong to Kang Juhyuk.
Since I was having sex as a woman, I’d hand the leash over to a man—that was what Choi Eunho remembered sex as.
I’d compromised and resigned myself to it, telling myself it couldn’t be helped.
No.
It was just...
being forced to have my breasts touched felt too good... ♡
Pleasure, bliss.
Hot fingers. Firm fingers.
When he squeezed my breasts and worked them over, as if pressing some hidden switch, my brain sent a wave of joy through my whole body.
My body jolted on its own from that electric signal, my mind went blank, and all I could think about was how good it felt.
The strength leaked out of me.
My arms went limp exactly the way he wanted, my whole body softening. I leaned deeper into him on my own. I felt his hard body, his swollen cock against my back.
I trembled all over. At the feel of his cock, at the feel of his hand, at the feel of my breasts, at sex... sex, ngh, sex. Men. Men. Men.
This is so fucking awful.
And yet it was getting better and better.
Even more fucking awful... ♡
A toy.
A flesh doll.
A sex doll. A human object made to be played with.
A sex slave, a thing, soft, helpless, moaning—
something pleasant to look at, squishy, light, pretty, that kind of... that kind of toy.
Like that kind of toy, every time he moved his hand and played with my chest...
I came in little waves, twisting my body as I writhed through the pleasure.
The absolute difference between superior and subordinate, who held the leash. Who was the master and who was the bitch.
Even without saying it aloud, even through nothing more than simple hand play...
just squeezing and shaking my chest instead of my cunt, not even my nipples but my whole breast—my body had already been branded by it.
"Hah... haa... haa, haa...♡"
"You’re cute."
"Ngh... d-don’t..."
"You’re really cute."
Kang Juhyuk’s right hand forced my mouth open.
Two fingers—his index and middle finger—slid inside.
They toyed with my tongue.
"Suck."
I could say no with my mouth, but my body couldn’t resist.
It already wanted the pleasure of obeying, the pleasure of being treated like a toy without thinking.
My body, now beyond my control, licked his fingers as if they were delicious, then sealed my lips around them and began sucking noisily.
"Sluurp... chuup, smack, aahn! Ngh...!"
"Suck it aaall up."
"You’re touching my chest...♡"
"Still suck. Having your chest touched doesn’t mean you can’t suck, does it?"
"Ngh... you, y-you... ah, ah...♡"
"If you want your breasts touched while your head gets patted, then listen."
"Who...! Ah, chuup, chuuup... ssch..."
I couldn’t resist.
Whenever he lightly teased my nipple, I would fall straight into a low-level climax, one after another.
My sensitive spots kept going, and my cunt kept leaking.
My panties were soaked, and the skirt of my dress started dampening little by little too.
Milk began running even from my left breast, the one he hadn’t even touched.
And I was greedily sucking his fingers while wanting nothing more than to be touched, no matter what my own will said.
My leash had already been taken.
A body like this—a bitch’s body—couldn’t escape a man’s hands.
The initiative had been completely stolen.
After all, the urgent one was me.
The one with the stronger sex drive, the one who wanted it more, was the one whose leash got grabbed.
Kang Juhyuk, in the end, still had a normal body—and just two days ago he’d already fucked hard enough.
Even if he was busily making more semen again, he was still at least somewhat relieved.
Even after trying to pounce on me, he still had some restraint left.
And someone weak like me, a woman who turned into a toy the second a man tried to treat her like one, could be bent over instantly.
It was infuriating.
He’d been the pathetic man, and yet...
hungering for maternal warmth, suckling on breast milk.
Wanting all that affection for himself and no one else.
Telling me to use this cunt, these breasts, this body only for him.
Telling me not to talk about other men. That clingy, impatient, childish bastard who hadn’t even grown up yet...
and now that he’d gotten to hold the leash just once,
now that I’d let him play the master just once,
he was patting my head and calling me cute and...
acting like he’d keep me like this, like he’d do what I wanted because I wanted it...
Don’t make me laugh...
I’m not, not some easy woman. I’m not! Not some easy person, not some easy thing!!
The leash was something I only lent him for a while.
It wasn’t something he held forever...!!
And yet.
That was how it should have been.
"Ngh, nnnngh...!!"
When he pinched my nipple hard...
when he pushed me right into climax...
that kind of pride, that sort of thing...
vanished like dust in a single instant.
It evaporated before I could even react.
I could think of nothing but how good it felt.
I became an idiot, a fool, a bastard who knew nothing except cock, someone who only knew how to cum.
Less than a beast pouring out its seed.
A toy.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah..."
"Let me see your face."
I-I don’t want to.
It must look incredibly stupid.
I’d seen the faces women made when they came, more times than I could count.
Red as blood, tongue out, eyes unfocused.
Vacant eyes, rough breathing, all strength gone from the body. Limp, slack posture.
It was humiliating. I shouldn’t be letting him see this.
And yet I couldn’t resist, so...
Kang Juhyuk pulled his fingers from my mouth and used his right hand to grip my jaw.
He forced my head back so I had no choice but to look up at him.
He looked down at that face of mine and smiled softly.
The expression of someone whose possessiveness was being satisfied... like he was looking down at a pet...♡
"M-my face..."
"You’re beautiful."
"No, I look stupid..."
"No, you’re beautiful. And cute."
As if trying to memorize every detail of my spent expression, Kang Juhyuk stared at me for a long moment before finally letting go of my jaw.
Gravity pulled my face forward again. Then his right hand settled on my head.
He stroked me. Like I was a beloved pet. He ran his hand gently through my hair.
"You’re good. Such a good listener."
"Ugh, ngh...♡"
"What do you think I’m going to do next?"
"You’re going to... touch my cunt..."
"Yes. Good girl."
Kang Juhyuk’s left hand slipped inside the skirt of my dress.
It slid over my soft thigh, caressing me slowly.
Little by little, little by little, it approached my hidden place.
I trembled. That hot, firm touch was crawling up my leg.
It was coming for my cunt. I couldn’t stand it. Or rather, I couldn’t wait.
It was so much bigger than having my breasts touched, so much bigger than having my nipple pinched.
For something so exquisitely sensitive, something that existed purely for sex.
For being touched. For coming.
The instant a man’s hand reached that place...
with ragged breathing, afraid even while I waited for it,
I couldn’t stop my anticipation.
"Before that."
"...Ah."
"If you want to be touched, suck my cock."
But then that hand slipped back out from under the skirt.
For a moment, I felt lonely. The hand that had seemed about to touch me at any second was gone from my body.
I almost told him not to go. But then I quickly steadied myself.
It was fine. Sucking cock wasn’t bad either. If I made him cum, I’d cum too.
Then it might actually end faster. I might even be able to skip the main event entirely.
My desire might calm down too. Right. That’d actually be fine.
After that, maybe my own need would settle, and I could take the initiative back instead.
I might even be able to force Kang Juhyuk, who wanted it more, down to his knees under me. Make him submit. Make him pay me back for this humiliation.
"U-uh, yeah. Yeah. I’ll do it."
At my answer, Kang Juhyuk let me go.
I hurriedly lifted myself up and turned toward him.
Hands, hands off with my pants. Pants down. Panties down.
And then with my mouth—quickly, cheaply—if I did it that way.
I raised my hands, even though they were tied, but still. If I took it slowly, it would be fine. Slowly, slowly...
"No. You can’t do it with your hands."
"Huh...?"
Then Kang Juhyuk brushed my reaching hand aside.
The cold gesture made my heart lurch.
It hit me hard. The feeling of being rejected.
I felt utterly miserable. For some reason, absurdly, my chest and my heart grew so restless it was almost frightening.
With a faint sense of dread, I looked up at Kang Juhyuk.
I was scared to see his face, but I still felt like I had to.
"Take it off with your mouth. Like last time."
"O-okay. Yeah."
Fortunately, Kang Juhyuk was wearing that same soft smile as before.
Relieved, I brought my face to the waistband of his pants.
How had I done it again? Right. Bite here, use the tongue.
Loosen the button, pull the zipper down with my teeth.
Then the pants came loose. The panties showed.
And when I bit into those too, there was the smell of a hard cock—erect, sweaty, aggressive... decadent. And sexy.
"Hhff, hhff... heh... hhh..."
"What are you doing? You need to take off the panties."
"Ngh...♡"
Fine, fine, I know already...
He was rushing me, rushing me. Right. He was in a hurry, huh...?
You’re not exactly relaxed either, are you? Fine...
As I pulled the panties down as far as I could, a trapped, cramped... pitiful cock appeared.
It was so big, and it had been squeezed into such a narrow place—poor thing, and yet so proud.
That sexy cock popped free and sprang into view, hitting my nose and revealing its fierce shape.
Even though it had struck my face, the place it touched seemed almost delighted... that overwhelming male scent.
"Kiss my cock."
"...Okay."
As I looked up at his cock, Kang Juhyuk gave the order.
Just like the one I always used to give women.
Making them kiss a cock before sex.
I was the one being made to do it now, and it was humiliating.
Still, right now the priority was making him cum.
I said nothing and moved my face to the base of his cock, to that place between his balls and shaft where it swelled so much that, with my arms still bound, I couldn’t possibly kiss the tip of the glans.
I brought my face to the deepest part of his cock.
Smack.
"Good girl. Cute."
Ngh, ngh...♡
Having my head patted.
It was strange.
Really strange.
Being patted on the head.
Being praised.
This, this...
This is strange.
It doesn’t make sense.
And yet, I couldn’t resist.
Smack.
Smack.
I kissed his cock a few more times for no reason.
I slowly lifted my head, kissing his shaft as I did, changing the spot I kissed little by little.
And at the very, very end, I reached the glans.
With my face and upper body raised as much as I could, I gave the very last kiss to the underside of the tip.
Smooch.
I left a deep one behind, then looked at Kang Juhyuk.
"..."
Huh?
No expression.
He just looked down at me silently.
Unlike before, he didn’t seem to have any余裕 left at all.
W-what? You’re not going to praise me this time...?
"I’m jealous that the cock gets kisses I can’t have."
"H-huh?"
"I’m going to stick it in right away. I don’t want to give my Nuna’s mouth to my cock."
"Wh-what?"
What the hell kind of stupid thing was that?
I laughed.
So even if he acted cool, even if he acted like he had the leash, even if he acted like a man and took control—those parts were annoying, but...
just a little, I found him cute.