The Monster He Would Forge
This won't do.
The man agonized over it.
I cannot go on like this.
He had come to understand a simple, brutal truth: he had limits. No matter how brilliant his mind, how silver his tongue, how striking the face he wore — the body God had given him would never be enough to impose his will upon the world and carve his name into history.
I have to find him. Someone who could fulfill his will. An heir who would inherit everything he was and achieve his dreams in his place.
And so he wandered without destination for a full year. And then he found him. A boy, in a public bathhouse, in some nowhere village out in the countryside. The moment he laid eyes on that child, he knew with absolute certainty that he could forge the monster he so desperately wanted.
So he followed the boy. And he investigated every last thing about him.
...So his name is Seo-hoo, is it?
Hoo?! What are you doing here at this hour...?
Th-this is, I mean...
I didn't mean a word of that!
Hoo. Mommy's sorry. This will never happen again... just this once! Pretend you didn't see. You can do that for me, right?
That's right. This stays a secret from Daddy...
"...Hoo."
"Seo-hoo!!"
Hah. Hah. Hhah... hah...
The violent shaking had dragged me up out of it, but my head was a wreck. What the hell was that...? Ah. A dream, then.
I ran both hands over my face. My palms came away slick with cold sweat. I worked to slow my breathing, clawing my reason back as fast as I could.
It's over, Seo-hoo. All of it. The revenge included...
Once I'd gathered the wits that had fled the room and settled enough to see straight, the world around me started to come into focus. Generic design, generic furniture. A snow-white duvet stamped with a hotel logo. I couldn't have named the exact location, but it was a hotel somewhere in Korea, and I was a guest in it. And beside me, watching with a face touched by something like concern, was an exceptionally striking woman.
Her hair wasn't even mussed. You'd never have guessed we'd shared a bed. Ring-ring — my master's shadow, and an Obsessive Girl.
She held up a towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other. My throat was the more urgent of the two, so I took the glass and drank.
Gulp. Gulp.
Hahh... Cold water helped.
"Seo-hoo. Are you all right?"
"Ah — yes..."
"It looked like a nightmare. The events of that day, I take it...?"
"...Something like that. I try to forget, but it has a way of refusing to be left alone."
More than twenty years gone. And yet it sat behind my eyes as raw and immediate as if it had happened last night. How much longer before I was free of this?
The woman watching me softened into something almost sentimental. For Ring-ring to let a feeling reach her face was genuinely rare. Had it been that bad?
A complicated, unreadable expression crossed her features, and then she let it go with a sigh.
"Is there anything else you need? Another glass of water?"
"That won't be necessary... though I would appreciate it if you looked after this fellow instead."
This fellow being my junior. Nightmare or no nightmare, the moment a beautiful woman was in front of me it had shoved the robe aside, hiked the covers, and was making a vigorous case for its own existence.
The concern on Ring-ring's face iced over on the spot. Contempt even gathered in her eyes. She flung herself down on the bed and snapped,
"Men really are the worst... do as you please!"
And yet she still pushed her ass back toward me, considerate enough to make the angle easy. Heh. God, she was cute.
I pressed in close, grinding my cock against the cleft of her and filling my hands with those lush breasts. Tits really were the sovereign cure for a nightmare. The soft give of them under my palms was already stitching my head back together. A shame they didn't have that particular plush warmth of a married woman's — but Ring-ring's taut, springy breasts were a compensation all their own.
Tits really are the best, no contest.
Nnh. Hn. Nnh...
My hands must have been doing something right, because a thin moan slipped from her almost at once. After the ferocity of the night before she made no effort to hide it, and I paid closer attention to every movement, working to draw more out of her. I pushed the weight of each breast up from below, then rubbed my palms over areola and nipple together in slow, dragging circles. Her nipples swelled hard, stiffening like a pair of tiny cocks.
Now then. Where to attack in tandem...
That was when I caught it — a flash of pale nape and the curve of an ear, framed in black hair.
You. Perfect.
I went straight to work. I licked and sucked along the faintly flushed skin of her neck and the shell of her ear, starting low and climbing, and when I reached the ear I concentrated on the lobe. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss!
Nnh. Hnnh... Aaahn...!
Jesus. Listen to that voice. That syrupy, thoroughly feminine sound was coming out of Ring-ring — the ice wall herself. The simple fact of it put a hard pulse of blood through my cock.
I dropped my right hand and slid it between her legs. Not soaked, not yet — but she was getting wetter by the second, a slow live seep. I eased a finger into her to see if she could take me, and the load I'd left in her before we slept began to leak out in thin pulses, slicking the hole and the entrance until both were glossy and slick.
This'll do.
I'd put it in her twice before we slept; there was a fair amount still in there. No need for anything extra. All right — in.
I set myself against her. And Ring-ring refused.
She twisted in my arms.
"Nnh. Hn... I-I'm not wet enough yet. A little more..."
"A little more what?"
"...Please be more careful with me, Seo-hoo."
Pfft. Adorable.
As far as I could tell she was more than ready. But women treat their own bodies as something more fragile, more precious, than any objective assessment would suggest — and Ring-ring, it seemed, was no exception. It made no difference to me either way, so I gave her what she wanted.
I turned her to face me and kissed that rich, cinnabar mouth.
Kiss. A longer kiss. Kiss. Kiss...
The black-haired beauty took my lips and my tongue without a hint of resistance. Our tongues tangled, saliva mixing, and I could feel every rough edge of her breath. Ring-ring — my master's woman. The Obsessive Girl who had followed him for more than a decade. Maybe that was why there was no love in the exchange, not really. It was filthy anyway. Filthy in the specific way that comes from knowing you are inside the woman who loves your master with her whole desperate heart.
"If you wanted a kiss, you could have just said so, Ring-ring."
"Kiss. Mmh... Kindly spare me the nonsense."
And she bit my tongue. Lightly. A warning: keep talking like that and there won't even be soup left for you.
God. What an impossibly appealing woman.
My hands moved. I stroked that magnificent ass, and the more I touched it the sharper my appetite grew. Springy, dense — it made me want to hit it. I gave it a light smack and watched the flesh ripple and snap back into shape almost at once. A truly spectacular ass. The kind you want to bury yourself between without another word.
I can't wait any longer.
She must have read it on me, because she spread her legs. She pulled the two wings of herself apart with her fingers.
"Please put it in gently. Yours is so large... I need a moment to adjust."
"I was under the impression you'd finished adjusting last night."
"...It is rather a lot larger than most, you understand."
Fair. Even I had to admit the kid was big. Honestly, the size could hold its own against any Black guy.
I settled into position and set myself against her entrance. A wet sound, and her folds parted left and right. I pushed the head in, and her brow tightened — so that hadn't been empty talk. I worked myself in short, shallow strokes, giving her time, and while I did I looked at her.
A narrow waist, a slender frame, and then those oversized breasts and that oversized ass. A body you almost never saw in Korea, and rarely enough even abroad. The ass you could explain. Keeping a mass of fat on the chest while whittling the belly and limbs that thin was another matter entirely. Unless you were simply born that way, building a body like this took the kind of effort that shaved years off your bones — and she had done it without a single surgery, on will alone. You could feel the obsession in it. The sheer poisonous dedication.
Master really is a bastard, you know that?
A woman like this, and him already the age he is — just marry her and be done with it. Well. Not my business, and not my place. All I had to do was enjoy this extraordinary body with the appropriate gratitude.
The crease had left her face. She'd adjusted. I pushed in deeper. Every stroke in and out worked a little more of last night's load out of her, beading at the stretch.
"Ring-ring."
"Nnh... hnnh. Yes?"
"Why do you taste so good?"
Do you want to die?
She didn't say it. The look in her eyes did — bright and sharp and perfectly clear. A look that said, I see you've quite lost your mind and would like to be killed. A chill went through my chest, and somehow that only put more iron in my cock. This. This was exactly why I did this with Ring-ring. Like eating fugu. The thrill of the toxin.
I claimed her mouth again and rolled my hips without restraint.
Schlick. Schlick.
The wet, obscene sound of my cock taking her pussy filled the room. She hooked her legs up against her own torso to give me a better angle and panted in rough time with every thrust. She looked so lovely doing it that I stroked her hair.
"Ring-ring."
"Nnh. Hn. I-I'm listening, Seo-hoo."
"Thank you. For always indulging my nonsense."
She went still, looking at me. Something complicated moved through her face. On any ordinary day, a thank-you from me would have been met with a blast of that northern-wind cold she wore like a second skin. Today, though — today neither of us was quite ourselves. Me, saying the things I'd always bitten back for fear of her temper. Her, letting a tangle of feeling show that she usually kept locked down.
I had the dream as an excuse. What was hers?
Did it have something to do with whatever she'd started to tell me those few times, only to stop herself?
My hips stilled on their own. A heavy silence settled between us. She opened her mouth and closed it again, a dozen times. She wouldn't meet my eyes.
"...So you do know. Then that's enough."
Not yet, then. But she'd done this too many times, and I was starting to chafe. Always that same maddening almost. It wasn't as if she were teasing someone on purpose — but it felt like it.
If she didn't want to talk, I would simply have to make her.
I put real care into the next stretch of it. I found every place I already knew was weak on her and worked them without mercy.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust.
"Nnh. Hn. S-Seo-hoo... s-slower, please...!"
"Why? If you're going to come, come properly."
"Nnh. Nnnh. But..."
"It isn't as though this is the first or second time we've done this. Even if you make a mess of it I will be entirely understanding, so please don't hold back. Come."
"Ah. Nnh. Th-then... I-I'm cominggg...!"
She shuddered hard through her whole body. The way her pussy clamped down, greedy and rhythmic, told me my cock suited her just fine. Well then. I'd brought her this far — time to move in earnest.
I took hold of both trembling thighs and rubbed the head of my cock against the deepest, softest part of her without the slightest restraint. Ring-ring thrashed, fighting it.
"W-wait... Seo-hoo...! I just came, I'm — I'm sensitive...!"
"Ah, well. I'd like to come myself, you see. Could you clench down for me and hold on just a little longer?"
A lie, of course. This was an operation, and the objective was whatever she'd been about to say. A woman who has come once comes easily after that. Getting her to surrender to the first orgasm was the entire game — and the moment she had, the operation was as good as won. From here it was just a matter of stacking them.
"Nnh. Hn. Ah. Aaahn. P-please... c-come already...!"
"Just a little longer. I'm close."
"That's... I've already... th-three times... haahn...♥"
Which made this the fourth. I hadn't come once. Ring-ring, four in a row. The whites of her eyes were starting to show.
Again, then.
I rolled my hips. I ground against every raw, oversensitive place I could find and punched the head of my cock against her womb in tight, deliberate hits. She shook her head wildly, begging.
"Th-that's enough now...! P-please..."
"Hahh, hahh. Then help me finish faster, would you? You know the words I like."
Her brow tightened. She bit down on her lip, and then she said it.
"Nnh. Hnnh... M-Master Seo-hoo...! Please fill Ring-ring's filthy pussy... hn... with your cum...!"
"Hurry... Ring-ring wants to have Master's baby..."
"P-please... g-give it to meee...!"
Kk... I couldn't hold that. The grip of her was one thing — but hearing Ring-ring, half-gone, beg me to pump her full of cum and put a child in her sent the climax slamming up through me. I drove the pace to its limit. Under that assault her womb took a merciless beating, and she came again on the spot. I seated myself against the mouth of it and followed her over.
"Coming! Take every drop and get pregnant...!"
Spurt. Spurt-spurt. Spurt.
The sheer relief of it ran a tremor through my whole body. She'd gone a fraction ahead of me, and the tight, bearing-down pressure made the orgasm easily twice as good as usual. She lolled there with her tongue out, wrecked and distant.
"F-finally... rest..."
I was genuinely sorry. This was only the beginning.
Going again immediately after coming is hard work, but I pushed through it for the sake of the objective. When I started moving she didn't resist at first — she seemed to take it for afterglow, the idle grinding of a man still riding the last wave. Then my cock stiffened fully again and began knocking against her weak spots and her womb, and her eyes snapped up to mine as if something had gone badly wrong.
"Wh-what... nnh...!"
"Ah, well. You're simply too sexy, Ring-ring. I found I wanted you again immediately."
"W-wait... I really c-can't, Seo-hoo. Just a little rest... I'll do it for you right after, I swear...!"
As if I was going to give her a rest. Let a woman come down from the aftershocks even once and the game is over. You'd be better off waiting a full hour or two and starting fresh. I took my resurrected junior and used it to wreck her hole without kindness.
Around the seventh time, she was so far gone that spit was running from the corner of her mouth. Something seemed to click. She looked up at me.
"S-Seo-hoo... you want something from me, don't you...?"
Sharp as ever. I didn't stop thrusting.
"What were you going to tell me earlier?"
"Nnh... hn. Haahn..."
She held her silence. I could see her wrestling with it. She had never gone this quiet on me before, and my own face hardened fast.
What is this? Something that important?
If she was agonizing over it this hard, it had to be something that would matter a great deal to me. I didn't know what was holding her back. I did know I was going to hear it before the day was out.
"Still not inclined to talk, I take it?"
"Nnh. Hnnh... hn."
"Then let's see how long you last."
"Nnh. Hn... hoook♥"
Sweat and the smell of piss and semen hung thick in the room. I let myself collapse forward over her, pinning her to the bed.
God... it's been a while. A proper long session like this.
Six hours, give or take, without a break? I flicked a glance sideways. Morning light was leaking in through the curtains.
Nnh... hnnh...
She lay there twitching, my cock still buried in her ass. A truly formidable woman. I'd stopped counting somewhere past twenty — and she had weathered a full six hours of me.
That stubbornness of hers really is top-tier.
In the end, I failed. She passed out, came to, passed out again, and through all of it she never said a word. She wasn't a resistance fighter, for God's sake. I was the one who finally threw up my hands.
And yet — after sweating it out that hard — I found I didn't particularly need to hear it anymore. Hearing it wouldn't change my life. I would still be myself. And since she had been the one to broach it in the first place, she would tell me eventually. However long it took, I could wait.
I sat up. I took two things from the side table and the minibar, then gathered her up and settled her in my lap in a princess carry.
"Towel or water — which first?"