Chapter 22: Corruption and the Reward Soldier (2) [R-18]

Seojin’s hand moved past his thigh and began to unbuckle his belt.

The simple act, one she performed on herself every day, made his breath catch violently.

Seojin moved her hands neither too slowly nor too quickly. Do-yoon looked down at the woman’s full breasts and her numb face. A strange conflict twisted inside him—an instinct to stop what was happening, tangled with a desire for what lay beyond.

Heat pooled low in his belly. A pressure was building inside him, heavy and swollen, almost painfully so. It terrified Do-yoon, yet he craved it desperately.

Seojin said nothing.

She simply traced the creases in the fabric with her fingers, as if smoothing them out. The stiff military uniform rustled harshly with every movement, but the path her hand glided along was strangely silent.

In the quiet, broken only by the click of the buckle, her hand reached the boundary.

Do-yoon’s eyes darted around, and though he hadn’t moved, beads of sweat dotted the bridge of his nose. The strain of suppressing his anxiety was plain on his face—an expression difficult for a man in his twenties to hide.

Instead of a gentle smile, she silently crossed that boundary.

Here, there were no dogs in heat rushing her, so she slid her hand inside slowly, as if untying a ribbon rather than unfastening a uniform.

It was difficult to pull his pants down while he was sitting, but she pushed aside his underwear through the open zipper and freed him. The sudden cool air brushed against his exposed skin.

“…Hhngh.”

It was a size that suited his frame. A strange tension spread upward, coiling around Do-yoon’s waist.

His heart might as well have been in his cock or his brain, not his chest. All he knew for sure was that its beat was thundering in his ears. One, two, the rhythm quickened, and he felt his consciousness begin to fade.

Despite his agitation, Seojin remained unbelievably calm.

Her face, with her eyes lowered to look only at it, was as smooth as her unhesitating movements.

Just… how many times has she done this…?

Was it jealousy toward the other bastards who must have been just as horny as he was? Or the excitement of becoming one of them? He didn’t know. The only thing he was sure of was that he was slowly falling apart in the palm of her hand.

The moment her hand closed around his erect cock, Do-yoon’s whole body flinched as if shocked by static electricity. A fine tremor spread with every movement of her hand. The desire he had kept tightly locked away began to crack open at her touch.

Seojin’s hand was relentless.

Dragged away countless times by the men in the barracks, she had learned the precise sensation of squeezing a cock just enough not to cause pain.

Each time she changed the angle of her wrist, sliding her hand up and then lightly back down, Do-yoon felt his entire body tremble from the incredible handjob. And she didn’t stop there.

She parted her lips.

While still gripping his shaft, she didn’t kiss him, but simply breathed a light puff of hot air onto the tip. He shuddered as if a jolt of electricity had shot down his spine.

Seeing his cock twitch, Seojin seemed to hesitate, her gaze lingering for what felt to him like an eternity, a minute for every second, before she finally took him into her mouth.

Even after being discharged, Do-yoon would be able to recall the soft breath of that moment. And, of course, the wetter heat that followed.

A thrill ran down his spine.

It was such a brief moment, but every sensation was seared into his body. Instinct urged him to reach out, to grab her small head and thrust it back and forth, but a deeper desire stopped him. He didn’t want to ruin this.

Please… if this is a dream, don’t let me wake up…

Slurp, slurp.

Her slender cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard. Without him having to tell her what to do, he felt like he could come at any second.

Do-yoon didn’t want to shoot his load in her mouth from mere foreplay like some premature ejaculator, but—ah. This was just oral sex. The meaning of “mouth pussy” hit him with perfect clarity.

The occasional flick of her tongue was agonizingly tantalizing. Not knowing where to channel his mix of impulse and restraint, he raised a trembling hand and grabbed her breasts, which swayed with the movement of her head. With his cock still in her mouth, Seojin let out a small moan.

“…Ah, fuck!”

Overwhelmed by the insane stimulation, Do-yoon thought, to hell with it, and grabbed her already swollen nipple, pulling it taut.

A sense of dominance washed over Do-yoon as he looked at Seojin kneeling before him, her mouth full of his cock. He couldn’t leave her stretching breast alone; he shook it, making Seojin’s brow furrow.

Yet she didn’t look at him once, her focus solely on his cock. In response, Do-yoon shoved his cock deep into her throat.

“Ugh, ghk!”

Seojin tried to spit his cock out, but she couldn’t. A string of clear saliva dribbled from the corner of her parted lips, its viscosity only making the scene more obscene. As her saliva dripped down between her taut breasts, Do-yoon grew even more frantic.

He was past the point of enjoying her service. He just pulled her nipple and rammed his cock into her throat.

Seeing tears well up in Seojin’s eyes as he hit the back of her throat, he felt a surge of pleasure. Finally, that numb expression is breaking. Do-yoon wanted to teach this woman, who had been so submissively pleasuring him with her huge tits, what a real man was.

“…Haaa…!”

This was his reward for being the first-place soldier.

Drunk on himself and on her, Do-yoon emptied himself deep in her throat. Seojin felt the urge to gag immediately, but with his cock blocking the exit, she had no choice but to swallow.

Ah, this bastard is just like all the others.

In contrast to Do-yoon’s weak, pleasure-drunk smile, Seojin’s face was no longer blank or pained. Now, her eyes burned with a murderous glare, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces.

Why are these bastards like this? I do what they want, and they still pull this shit.

Finding Do-yoon completely incomprehensible, she swallowed and then spat the accumulated saliva onto the plastic sheet. The eyes she turned on him, a man she hadn’t even looked at before, were like a viper’s.

“You’re… so good.”

But he had lost his mind, too. His cock still dangling, Do-yoon pushed Seojin down and climbed on top of her. As if instinctively sensing she might harm him, he grabbed both of her wrists.

But that wasn’t very efficient. Do-yoon forced both of Seojin’s arms above her head, pinning them with one of his large hands. Even when Seojin tensed her wrists, trying to resist, his grip was more than big enough to hold them.

“Let go, you son of a bitch.”

“Let’s meet here every Sunday.”

As if he’d just confessed his love, a stupid pink haze seemed to float around the blushing Do-yoon. He pressed his still-hard cock against Seojin’s swollen cunt and rubbed the entrance.

“Nngh…!”

There was no gentle caress. Her clit and labia were already painfully swollen, and as he pressed down without entering her, Seojin writhed in agony.

“Wow, you… you got wet while sucking me off.”

Unaware that her wetness wasn’t just from arousal but also from the friction of his rubbing, Do-yoon seemed firmly convinced that she felt the same way he did.

As Seojin bucked her hips in distress, he plunged his cock deep inside her.

“Fuck…”

It was the greatest exclamation he could manage. His cock, inside a vagina whose shape wasn’t yet fixed, was enveloped perfectly. The folds of Seojin’s vaginal walls tightened around him as if trying to push him out.

“You like it too, right…? I think we’re a perfect match.”

“Ugh, fucking… bastard…”

Cold sweat trickled down his back. His eyelids fluttered shut. One hand remained above her head, while the other squeezed Seojin’s breast until it ached.

“I’m not usually like this, okay? Fuck, I’m about to come.”

As if her breast was a handle, Do-yoon gripped it tightly and continued to thrust, his body flush against hers.

Just as he’d babbled, it felt like if he relaxed even a little, his semen would come leaking out. To Do-yoon, Seojin was the most exquisite female body he had ever experienced.

This is… insane. Fucking insane.

No matter how many men had passed her around, no matter how she was forced, one fact remained unchanged. Her resilient body, as if custom-made for a man, tightened around him even as he spread her open, making its owner all the more obscene.

He inhaled sharply. A scent. The sweet scent of a woman’s body, something you could never smell on a cock-bearing bastard.

Even though Do-yoon knew she wasn’t offering her body for his sake, he had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Hahk… Fuck!”

Before long, Do-yoon sprayed the thick scent of cum all over Seojin’s body.

But even after coming, he didn’t pull out. He kept the head of his cock inside her, rocking it slowly, displaying the raw, conquering heart of a man.

With just a few more thrusts, he was already getting hard again.

With both her wrists pinned in his grasp, Seojin couldn’t control her shaking body. She endured the man’s lust, feeling the stinging ache below.

The single tear that streamed down her face was no longer from humiliation, but simply a natural reaction to physical pain.

“Let’s see each other on the outside, too, after I’m discharged. I don’t care that you changed, okay? You’ll be recognized as a woman once you get out anyway, right?”

“……Fuck off, you fucking bastard.”

Since moving to the new barracks, caught between being treated as a man and a woman, Seojin had heard these kinds of dark, disgusting propositions more than once. She’d lost count of how many times she’d been asked to be a sex partner, even by men who had girlfriends.

It was truly, utterly filthy.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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