238. Trip (8)

Physiologically, it was impossible.

To call this bastard by any other name.

Even my pride, already chipped, torn, and utterly tattered, simply refused.

As a result, even if my body ended up breaking.

“Haa…, Haa…”

I’d rather die than call him Oppa.

Calling someone who wasn’t even smarter than me, who was hot-tempered, impatient, and emotionally immature, Oppa made my skin crawl; I just couldn’t stomach it.

The thought of calling him Brother-in-law made me want to vomit.

…No matter how much I disliked my sister, if that man truly became her husband, she would seem pitifully unfortunate.

Worse still was the horrifying prospect of facing him as family for the rest of my life.

Any other titles were just as disgustingly unbearable.

So, the title that felt most distant…

…was the only one he might accept.

“You and I are only six years apart, don’t you think calling me ‘Ajusshi’ is a bit much?”

“Sh… Shut up…”

But contrary to my expectations, instead of thrusting his cock into me like a sex-crazed lunatic, he looked down at me from inches away with an intrigued smile.

As if desperate to coax a different title out of me.

He even grabbed my hands, which were struggling to relieve an itch, and pinned them above my head.

He grinned wickedly, fixing his sharp gaze on my face, and whispered continuously in my ear.

“You bitch who even bowed your head in submission saying you’d do anything, why are you changing your tune now? …Are you that embarrassed to call me Oppa or Brother-in-law?”

“N-no! Haa….”

At the same moment, his glans, plastered against my vaginal wall, scraped my insides with a jjilkkeok sound.

As if issuing a threat.

Restraining me, binding me, pressing down forcefully.

He violently shook my already disheveled hair.

Without uttering a word, he moved away from me, demanding an answer with gestures alone.

“Euk…, Heu… euk…”

He stroked my nipples again, which I had just managed to relieve from itching, making my back arch.

His terrifyingly large and hard cock relentlessly violated my insides.

Unlike before, without any barrier.

As if genuinely trying to get me pregnant, he pressed down firmly on my lower abdomen, teasing my body at will.

With a terrifying expression, as if he’d discard any promise if I didn’t speak.

He violated me wordlessly, then…

“…Seems like you still have no intention of opening your mouth.”

“Haa, eu… euk……”

“Well, fine. …If you don’t keep your promise, then I don’t need to keep mine, right?”

Suddenly.

He stopped, squeezing my breasts tightly,

moving his hips wildly at a completely different speed than before.

…Shamelessly.

He started fucking me.

“Hoo… euk…, Haa. Ah, wait. A-ajusshi…, Ju. Joo-hyuk-ssi…!”

“Shut up.”

“I-I’m sorry. Joo-hyuk O… Oook……”

With eyes that had completely lost interest in me.

Without any consideration, he thrust into my pussy, which gaped pitifully, at will.

He was penetrating me as if about to cum inside me at any moment, but…

For some reason, my mouth, instinctively sensing the danger…

…refused to utter the simple word.

“….”

Looking at me with even colder eyes.

He mechanically thrust his cock…

“…Hey.”

“Huu…, Yes, yehe….”

“…You’re doing this on purpose because you want to get cum inside you, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about…!”

He said something so absurd that I reflexively shouted out loud in frustration, then…

“No, if that’s not the case, then your behavior makes no sense. …Is it okay to spread your pussy for me, but calling me Oppa or Brother-in-law isn’t?”

“Th-that, th-, Haak…….”

He touched my deepest parts, which I couldn’t possibly explain with words.

“You said you’d do anything except let me cum inside, right? Ah, last time you said you’d do anything except let me choke you. …Is that it? Is your fetish being choked while I cum inside you?”

“No, not like that, never… Hhkk….”

Towards me.

He pinned an unfitting accusation on me.

“Seems like it is. …If not, I can’t understand why you, a bitch who was shaking your ass saying you’d do anything, won’t change one simple title.”

“No, I’m not… Ook… Khek, Kkek…♡”

Slowly.

He removed his hands from my breasts and placed them on the choker he had put on me.

“Well, you’re already reacting like this without me even applying pressure. …You were expecting it, weren’t you?”

“Hhkk, I wasn’t… Ook…. Never….”

Firmly.

His thick fingers wrapped around my slender neck, gradually constricting the blood flow to my head,

“We’ll know if it’s true or not once we try. …If you really hated it, you could just keep your promise right now.”

“No, stop. Please, Joo-hyuk O…, Eumph….”

Just before the fear crawling up my spine forced the word ‘Oppa’ out of my mouth.

He gave a cold smile, blocking my mouth with his tongue,

“Eumph…, Eueuk…, Ku…khu….”

Kuwung, kuwung.

The bedding was messed up chaotically, making it impossible to lie straight.

My body was pinned beneath his heavy weight, to the point of feeling pain.

…my womb was mercilessly violated by his glans.

So much so that it was becoming tainted with his scent.

Kang Joo-hyuk climbed on top of me, pinning me down with all his might,

“Phaa…, khek. Khek….”

“…I’ll give you 5 seconds.”

“Haak, 5, seconds…?”

“4.”

“That’s….”

“3.”

He straightened the fingers that had been wrapped around my neck.

Folding them one by one according to the count, he gripped my neck tightly again,

“Wait, Joo-hyuk….”

“2.”

“Joo-hyuk Oppa… Ah…! Sorry, I’m sorry….”

“…1.”

“No, why, I did it. I said it…! Eu… euk….”

Even after finally coaxing the word ‘Oppa’ out of my mouth.

He folded all five fingers down,

thrusting his cock all the way in, pressing it firmly against the sensitive spot, and brought his lips to my ear,

“…It’s no fun.”

“Fu…n…?”

“Either keep your mouth shut until the end. …Or just do it sooner. This is neither here nor there.”

“What…? Khek….”

Saying incomprehensible words.

Without applying pressure or withdrawing.

Just pinning me down with his weight.

After lightly biting my ear.

“I’ll stay still like this, so you push me out yourself. …Whether it’s with force or words. It’s up to you.”

“….”

Reminding me of his cock twitching inside me as if ready to cum any second,

he lifted his head, gave my cheek a light kiss, and then…

Meeting my eyes.

“Eumph….”

This time, he locked lips with me.

Perhaps for the first time.

He sent me a gaze that pretended to be affectionate.

…Looking into those eyes, full of filth and hypocrisy.

I trembled all over, filled with fear, and then…

“…Brother-in-law….”

“…Why?”

Forcing out the word I never wanted to utter, even if I died,

while involuntarily holding the thing I never wanted inside me, even if I died.

“You’re… my fan too, right, Brother-in-law…?”

“Of course. …Naturally, I’m your fan.”

“…So, I’m an idol, and if I get pregnant, it would be difficult for you too, Brother-in-law….”

“You said you took the pill, didn’t you?”

“It’s not… certain yet….”

“Is having illicit sex with your Brother-in-law okay, but getting pregnant isn’t?”

“Th-anyway….”

Showing him the utmost courtesy, despite him holding my everything in his grasp.

After playing along with the charade he desired so much.

“…Right. It would be difficult if my sister-in-law got pregnant.”

“Yes…. So, please…, O… Ook…♡”

I…

Letting out moans not of acting or pretense, but with a trembling voice,

“Ook…, Oook…, Stop, Brother-in-law… Woo…♡”

Before long.

Meeting his eyes as he fucked me like crazy, with a face no longer acting or pretending.

“Can’t stop…, Don’t wa…nt to stop……♥”

Pook, pook.

My legs cramped from being folded, writhing my whole body and letting out rough moans,

“Euk…, Heu…euu…, Haa….”

He slid out of me wetly.

Unable to avoid or wipe away the semen that slickly dirtied my face.

“…Eumph….”

Only after taking his glans, which made my lips glisten, into my mouth and accepting the remaining semen,

he untied the restraints binding my legs.

He pulled the choker hanging from my neck, and pushed my face, heavily soiled with whitish fluid, towards the camera.

“…We need to take a souvenir photo.”

“….”

Pointing both the camera and his phone towards my face, slick with dripping semen.

He grabbed my hand, forced it into a V-sign, and then…

“Okay, say cheese.”

“…Cheese.”

Forcing my lips, inside and out, saturated with his scent, into a wide, stretched smile.

Just as he said, after taking a ‘souvenir photo’ with a fan.

“Hold still for a moment.”

He took out plenty of wet wipes from his suitcase and roughly wiped my dirty face,

“Kyaak…!”

Then, lifting me up, still smelling faintly fishy,

“What? Aren’t you going to wash?”

“….”

He flung open the tightly shut door.

Gave a slight smile to the ‘them’ eavesdropping right outside the door,

and walked straight to the bathroom, gently setting me down.

“….”

As we passed through the room, I hid my face, struggling with overwhelming shame, but…

he raised the showerhead towards me, avoiding my gaze as I looked down, and sprayed water on me,

then even forced my mouth open with his fingers to forcibly wash my tongue, which had held semen.

“Phaa…. Haa. Stop. I’m clean now….”

“Really?”

As soon as I weakly nodded and spoke.

he came up behind me, inserted his cock, still leaking semen, between my buttocks,

“What, wait. Already…?”

“…Didn’t you just say it yourself? That you liked having illicit sex with your Brother-in-law and would do anything.”

“….”

He dropped the showerhead with a thud.

Massaging my breasts with both hands as if kneading dough.

Chalpak. Chalpak.

The sound of wet skin colliding.

Inside the tightly shut bathroom.

…He ejaculated freely.

Perhaps.

The remaining semen might have flowed inside me.

I…

…could not refuse his immoral act.