239. Trip (9)

Even though it’s not cold, my legs keep trembling.

It’s slippery, hot, and damp, so I can’t get my balance at all.

Just standing still is pushing my limits, but he, stuck to my back, keeps bumping his hip bone against my butt.

In the end, all I can do is entrust my body to the man making me sway and lean on him.

Caught by him, who penetrates me at a pace that is leisurely yet impossible to accept leisurely.

I was getting hit by warm streams of water, getting fucked while soaking wet.

“Haaah… Please. Finish quickly….”

“Sorry, but things don’t just happen one after another that quickly.”

I hated him so much for making pathetic excuses while dragging me straight to the bathroom to fuck me right after he came.

But no matter how much I hated and disliked him, I had absolutely no strength or courage left to push him away.

The possibility of slipping and falling while struggling seemed much higher than the chance of successfully shaking him off.

…At least for now, he wasn’t thrusting violently.

The more I resisted, the more aroused he became with me; I had learned this through experience multiple times.

Even knowing that, he was the type to somehow find demands I couldn’t help but resist every time.

What was scarier and more annoying than such a malicious side was…

“…Eugh, huuh…. Hah, eugh…, ugh….”

“Shouldn’t you be getting used to it by now?”

“Don’t… talk bullshit….”

…the fact that he never seemed to get tired.

Even after fucking me so violently.

Even after rolling around with unnie and Hinami before that.

While constantly pinching my breasts, which didn’t feel good and only hurt when touched.

Slap, slap, bumping his hip bones, continuously scattering annoying sounds.

He, strangely tireless, clung to me persistently, endlessly displaying his desire.

“Kang Joo-hyuk…, ah. …Oppa. Did you… take medicine?”

“I’m not a junkie.”

“No, I mean. Erection…, …that kind of medicine…”

“Ah, that? I brought it. …I think I might need it tomorrow.”

“…”

“Why. Did you think I took medicine or something?”

His desire seemed endless, to the point I suspected he was using drugs.

I even felt fear from his urges, which seemed like they would never stop, even if I collapsed from exhaustion and fainted.

I was curious about what exactly made this man go like this.

Even just one of us-unnie, Hinami, or me-should have been enough to satisfy him.

As I gasped for breath, questioning his seemingly endless greed, he finally slowed his hips and whispered softly in my ear.

“Well, yeah. I guess I did take something like medicine. …You’ve probably had similar experiences.”

“I haven’t, nothing like that…”

“You know? Haven’t you ever been super tired but felt totally energized once you got on stage?”

“What does that have to do with this…, haak…”

“…I used to be someone who lived off the attention of fans, but since I can’t do that anymore, I satisfy it this way. Do you understand what I mean?”

“…”

The feelings I get from my fans and the feelings he gets from me.

No matter how much I thought about it, those two didn’t seem similar at all.

But I could somewhat understand what he was trying to say.

“No matter what I do for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to get recognized by others… So I have to fuck you, at least. Even if I run a gym or whatever and make billions in revenue, …it’s still not as good as the guy holding your leash, right?”

“…Ugh…”

…The need for validation.

So he was getting compensation for his ruined life by ruining someone else.

Ruining unnie, turning a perfectly fine woman into a YouTuber who wears weird clothes.

Ruining Hinami, turning a girl who wore her mask well into a woman obsessed with cocks.

Ruining me, putting a leash on a perfectly fine idol.

Pulling down people who should soar high, dragging them under him somehow.

A disgusting man who revels in his superiority by possessing women.

But knowing his inner thoughts wouldn’t change anything.

“Ah, if I had thrown the ball well and made it to the majors, I probably wouldn’t have thought like this… Well. As you know, my shoulder is like this.”

…It was me who made Kang Joo-hyuk like this.

To be precise, Kang Joo-hyuk probably thinks I made him this way.

He has no intention of hiding this, nor of taking it out on me.

He’ll just revel in the ecstasy the more he pulls me down into his field.

“……”

“…Holding up pretty well, huh?”

The sounds that had slowed for a moment gradually sped up, only useless lumps of fat shaking repeatedly.

Even while listening to the ear-shredding sounds, I grit my teeth and held back my moans, and he, as usual, showed signs of excitement and thrust his cock deeper.

Eventually, he teasingly brushed against the sensitive spot, and the breath I had been holding burst out. Hearing it right beside him, he pulled my head towards him with a visibly satisfied smile.

“…You look the sexiest when you make that face.”

“Huu… You’re mocking me, right?”

“I’m complimenting you.”

He stopped thrusting, caressed my lips as if mocking me, then slowly withdrew his cock from inside me, tapping my tailbone.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he slapped my butt, turned my body, pushed me against the wall, grabbed my chin, and continued speaking.

“It’s a shame you don’t show that sexy face when I pull out. You’d be even more popular if you made that face while I was fucking you on stage.”

“…Haa.”

“That pathetic look you make is quite something too. …Though not as good as when you’re panting.”

“Eup…”

Rubbing his cock, which had been inside me moments ago, against my stomach near my navel, he pulled my chin and forced my lips open, biting them.

Licking my tongue, which was slightly cleaner after spitting out the water I’d held in my mouth.

My lower abdomen vibrated, squeezed between the hard wall and his suspiciously firm cock.

I tried desperately to avoid his gaze as he stared straight at me with half-closed eyes, but every time I looked away, he pressed hard against my lower abdomen.

My scrotum, twitching since earlier, kept bothering me, so I had no choice but to face him and kiss him passionately.

“Pffha…, ha. …Isn’t it dirty?”

“Well. Sex is inherently dirty. …As long as it doesn’t stink.”

“I feel like throwing up because of Kang Ju…, …Oppa’s smell.”

“You’ll get used to it if you keep eating it. …You were sucking it deliciously just today.”

“That was…. eugh…”

Now, his lingering scent seemed to grow stronger, so I pressed my head against the wall as much as possible, trying to distance myself from him.

But perhaps sensing my attempt to escape, he leaned down and teased me again, sucking on my nipples instead of my lips this time.

Then, unlike me, after savoring it fully in his mouth.

“Open your mouth.”

“…”

“…Open it.”

“…Blegh…”

He poured saliva, probably not mixed with sweat, into my mouth.

He slipped his hand under my armpit, held me tight, and dragged me to the wooden bathtub right beside us.

Sitting down with a thud in the empty tub, he placed me on his lap and even tied my legs to his back.

“If the floor weren’t so slippery, I would have lifted you up and fucked you. Sorry.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Why? I lifted and fucked your unnie just fine, even though she’s about the same weight as you.”

“Unnie…”

I was about to say ‘because she’s small,’ but imagining too clearly how he’d retort, I shut my mouth. He gave an uncharacteristic smile and supported my butt.

In the rare situation where I was looking down at him, my back inexplicably straightened, putting me in a posture as if I were waiting for him to penetrate me.

As the strength slowly left his arms supporting me in that position, the perfectly aligned glans gradually began to penetrate me.

And so, my buttocks eventually touched his thighs.

His hands wrapped around my waist instead of my buttocks.

Only after we became pressed together in a way that was embarrassingly intimate.

“…You are a bit bigger, aren’t you? Seeing as you’re looking down at me even though I’ve inserted myself this deep.”

“…”

He bent slightly, teasing my ear.

Inside the hinoki cypress-scented bathtub, he held me so tight I could feel his ribs.

Very slowly.

Leisurely.

Gently licking my lips.

He moved his hips in a way that was almost imperceptible, as if barely there.

“Ngh…, uh…”

As if.

Pretending to hand over the initiative to me.

In reality.

Despite having absolutely no intention of letting me escape.

“…You’ve improved a bit, haven’t you?”

“Shut up. …Oppa.”

Feeling sorry for my vibrating lower abdomen, I twisted my hips slightly, only for him to utter those words.

“The word ‘Oppa’ suits your tongue now, doesn’t it? …I’m happy as a fan.”

“Fan-like, nonsense…”

Thump.

Thump.

Grabbing my nape, lifting and dropping me with force.

Leaving teeth marks on his shoulder as he acted as if I were wildly thrusting my hips in lust.

“That hurts… If you do that, I have no choice but to leave marks too.”

“You already have a tattoo on your lower abdomen…”

“It’s a sticker, a sticker. It’s already peeling off a bit.”

“Shut up… Eugh…”

He caressed my nape, tapping the choker with his fingernails.

Leaning back fully, he buried his nose between my breasts.

“Sluurp…, hah. …It’s fucking strange. We’re both human, but why do women smell so sweet?”

“It’s fucking disgusting…”

“What about my smell when you inhale it? …My own scent isn’t particularly pleasant to me.”

“It’s fucking disgusting…”

He, who smelled me with a perversion bordering on criminal.

Burying his lips in my chest, he let out a voice so low it seemed to echo in my heart.

“Really? I couldn’t eat cum even if you beat me to death. But you eat it just fine.”

“Disgusting…, ugh, eugh…”

This time, he leaned his body the other way, pushing me so that I would fall if he let go.

Releasing the arm around my waist, forcing me to cling to him.

“…Then saliva is okay.”

“…That too, eup…”

…Compared to semen.

A little less disgusting.

A little less dirty.

…A little more sordid.

He mixed saliva onto my tongue.

“Eup…, ugh……♡”

Grabbing my waist.

Letting go.

Gripping my buttocks.

Releasing them.

So that I would cling to him.

Playing with me from above my head.

Then, just like that.

Crushed by my wildly pounding buttocks.

Wetly….

“Ah…”

His scrotum swelled.

His glans trembled.

Mesmerized by his eyes, which looked at me with a face that seemed about to cum any second.

“…Eugh…”

Unable to even stand, my legs bound, I writhed my hips.

Clinging to him as he lifted me high, I clenched my toes.

“Eugh…, ah, eugh…”

Barely.

Emerging from inside me, watching his glans spurt cum, spurt, spurt.

A sigh of relief.

…I couldn’t let out.

“Be careful. I almost came inside you.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

“That’s all I need to know.”

Unbelievably.

…The man who called himself Oppa.

Stroking my hair.

Treated me like a child.

…Even out of shame.

I couldn’t feel relieved.

“…Since it was your mistake, you clean it up.”

“…Yes.”

Even to hide that shame.

I pulled away from him.

And then, his cock that smelled so disgusting.

…I meticulously licked it again.

Whether it was because I had truly gotten used to it.

It wasn’t as disgusting as before.