episode_0036

So…

Back when our company was growing its influence through shady means—

I don’t remember exactly, but it was probably around the time I was 21 before the regression.

Despite my grand ambition of “wanting to fuck a hero,” I hadn’t even held a hero’s hand in over a year, leaving me in a slump. That’s when a female villain I’d never seen before spoke to me.

“Can I borrow a light?”

Inside a quiet smoking booth at Han River Park.

That was how she first approached me.

Ah. The reason I pegged her as a villain from the start wasn’t anything complicated.

Unlike me, drenched in sweat and flapping my damp workout clothes, she was dressed in thin, cheap-looking clothes, as if she’d just come from some wild party.

Tattoos, lettering, and piercings covering her upper chest, thighs, and all over her body.

Her entire demeanor screamed that she couldn’t care less about other people’s stares.

Even in America, that kind of look would draw negative attention, let alone in Korea, a Confucian country.

High chance she was one of us.

Or just some slut with those kinds of tastes.

“Here.”

“Hehe. Thanks. You’ve got a nice voice?”

“…Just take it. There’s not much gas left.”

“Oh? Well then~ I won’t say no~”

Either way, getting involved with her wouldn’t end well.

I averted my gaze, handed her the lighter, and immediately stuffed my hands back into my pockets.

Then, as she clicked the lighter and lit her cigarette, she asked:

“You’re that Yojo… no, the teddy bear kid, right? The ‘healing type,’ they say.”

“…….”

I wasn’t particularly surprised. Just annoyed, if anything.

Lately, there’d been a lot of people trying to feel me out, hoping to recruit me to their side.

Huh. She’s kinda pretty, I thought.

“Seo Woojin. Right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re calmer than I expected. Is it because it’s just us here?”

“Yeah.”

“You live around here?”

“Yeah.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah.”

“You usually work out here around this time? I saw you running around yesterday too.”

“Yeah.”

“…Can’t you answer with anything other than ‘yeah’?”

“No.”

If you’re gonna ask if I’ll join your side, just get to the point already.

I’ve got no intention of switching alliances, so just piss off.

I was about to stub out my barely-smoked cigarette when—

“Anyway! Gimme your number.”

“…Huh?”

“You’ve got a phone, right? Whether it’s under your name or someone else’s.”

“Why do you want my number? If you’ve got something to ask, just do it now—”

“Hm? I live around here too, so next time our schedules match up, I wanna fuck you.”

“…….”

“What? Not into me? No way… Is it ‘muscle loss’ or whatever?”

“…….”

“I’d say I’m on your level…”

“…….”

Looking back now,

I think that bitch initially packaged herself with words like “femdom kink” and “into spitting,”

using terms that were hard to understand.

─Master, master… nyah…

And yet, less than a day later, she was calling me by some cringey pet name.

All talk, no substance.

So then.

“Ngh… pah… hup……”

Always singing about how much of a sadist she was,

but when the chance to actually have sex came, Yojora was just silently, eagerly sucking my dick—

“Phaa… chup….”

…Ah.

I get it.

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…I’m gonna puke.

“Chup… ngh… ugh…”

The male musk filling my nostrils to the brim makes me want to puke.

“Hahp, chuup……”

The length rivaling the span of my hand,

the girth so thick my thumb and middle finger barely touch when I grip it,

the audacity to shove more than half of that monstrous thing into my tiny mouth—it makes me want to puke.

“……Nghk… ngh…”

The throbbing pulse of the cock vibrating against my tongue makes me want to puke.

“…Kehk, phaa…! Hahk…!”

The glans ramming repeatedly into my throat—a place even my onahole has never touched—makes me want to puke.

“Hahk… hahk… haaah………”

…And so.

I swallow Woojin’s cock whole into my mouth again.

Imagining myself being raped by Woojin, who’s lost all reason, I numb my brain with sweet intoxication.

I bob my head back and forth, squeak, squeak,

then let Woojin grab my hair in a tight grip as thud, thud, my throat gets violated,

while lovingly tending to the ultimate sadistic cock, packed with all my kinks.

“Pheee… heh…”

Yeah,

it’s nothing like manga.

Manga never tells you how hot a dick is.

It never tells you how rock-hard a fully erect cock gets,

or how difficult deep-throating a massive dick really is.

It’s just a lump of fantasy, excreted from the sexual desires of degenerate, trash-tier, perverted men who see high school girls as nothing more than living onaholes, their brains filled with nothing but filthy thoughts.

……And laughably,

here I am, kneeling on the floor, licking up that lump of lust.

Ah,

I’m working hard.

Working hard to lick it all up.

“…Sslurp… …Phaaa…! Hah, hahk…!”

After stuffing Woojin’s cock as deep as I can take it one more time,

I tilt my head back, and the saliva-slicked cock slides out of my mouth all at once.

…Whoa.

It looks even bigger now than before…

Could it be? Right before cumming, the dick swells up… I’ve read that in smut a lot.

For a moment, I blankly stare at the strands of drool dripping down the shaft before snapping back to reality.

No. No way.

It’d be a waste to blow his first load down my throat…

Just hold on a little longer…

“Woojin-ah… hehe…”

Hiding my face behind his saliva-coated cock, I giggle quietly.

…There’s a girl right here who’d stay quiet and obediently take your rough fucking, no matter how mad you are.

Won’t you stop holding back and just rape me already?

I convey it with my eyes.

“Does my mouth… feel good……?”

“…….”

If it felt good, you could’ve shoved it all the way down my throat.

Ah, but save the cum for somewhere else…

I swallow those words and flash a sweet smile from beneath his cock.

“…You wanna cum soon…? Want me to make you…?”

“…….”

The moment I say rape me properly, my fetish would be exposed.

Rape play? What kind of joke is that?

Rape is when the bitch in front of you is so turned on she ignores laws and consequences and fucks you raw until her lust is sated.

Later, she’d attach a loud bzzzz vibrator all over your body so you can’t even sleep properly,

then lock you in a room reeking of sex, using you like a toilet 24/7… That’s rape…

…Ah, whatever.

Judging by his state, it looks like just a little more will push him over the edge…

“Just say the word… I’ll work with you, unnie—just that one line, and I’ll…”

After slowly licking up the drool dripping down his cock,

I try to nibble on the swollen glans, engorged with blood—

Then.

“Unnie.”

“…Nngh…?”

Woojin, who’d been silently taking it until now, finally spoke up softly.

…Is it because it’s been so long?

Even though he hasn’t pinned me down yet, just hearing his voice makes my heart pound.

Could it be? Has he finally decided to do it?

To teach this noisy, arrogant bitch a lesson?

With sparkling eyes full of anticipation, I look up at Woojin’s face.

…Not insanely handsome, but the kind of face you’d sneak glances at for a few seconds if you passed him on the street.

Staring straight up at that face, I watch as he—previously lying on the bed, propped up on his elbows—

“……Eh…”

……abruptly.

Sits up.

His muscles shifting under his shirt.

“……Ah, ahaha…?”

“…….”

Now, a shadow falls over my face.

Not some ridiculous cock shadow like in manga,

just a shadow.

The kind that falls over you when you’re kneeling obediently beneath a male.

“Huu…”

“…….”

Woojin, now just sitting at the edge of the bed.

Me, kneeling between his legs, my head filled with filthy thoughts.

A sigh drifts down onto my head.

……My ears hurt from the relentless thump-thump of my heartbeat.

“…W-why’d you call me…? Do you… wanna work with me after all…?”

“No. I’ve got no intention of working with you.”

“…….”

“There’s just one thing I want to check.”

I gulp.

Check.

That short word could very well contain what I’ve been hoping for.

…Of course, I can only vaguely guess the subject, with no clue how he plans to check or what reaction he wants.

Wh-what do I do?

If he finds out I’m already soaked before we’ve even started, will he be pissed?

Or will he like how perverted it is?

Once he starts raping me with this hideous thing on the bed, how much should I scream?

This doesn’t seem like a high-end studio apartment, so maybe keep it quiet…?

Would it be better to moan just loud enough for the neighbors to barely hear?

If I really think I’m being raped, I can’t let any peeep noises escape, right…?

…What if he shoves it back in my mouth?

Should I bite down and say it feels bad, stop?

Yeah, that’d be good…

…Wait.

Now that I think about it, I’ve been sucking for way longer than expected.

Wouldn’t biting him now seem weird…?

Besides, if Woojin gets hurt…

Ughhh…

I don’t know…

My eyes dart left and right in panic before slowly looking back up at him.

Then.

“……?”

…He pets me.

More gently than I expected.

Slowly, deliberately, making sure I feel every stroke of Woojin’s hand.

To be honest,

it doesn’t really match my tastes.

“This is what you wanted, right? Unnie.”

“…Huh, uh…?”

“All that talk about raping me, and all you did was lick.”

“…W-well, uh…”

“I never even threatened you that much.”

“…….”

“Right?”

No.

This isn’t the sweet ending I wanted.

I deliberately provoked you because I wanted you to wreck me—just like how you roughly squeezed my nipples earlier!

I’ve been tensed up this whole time, expecting you to grab my hair and force me to deep-throat you!

“…Nngh…….”

But.

Saying No, I wanted you to fuck me like a dog is way harder than

Yeah. I just wanted to have sweet sex with you.

So I meekly nod.

…Guess I have no choice.

At least I know for sure he’s into rough stuff, right?

And his cock is… huge.

I’ll just teach him later and work up to ‘rape play’…

……Sigh…

This isn’t…

“Really?”

“…Y-yeah…?”

Crunch.

My gaze, which had been drifting downward, is forcibly yanked back up.

My neck bends,

leaving me no choice but to look up at Woojin.

“Not me.”

“…Huh?”

“Not me, I said.”

I can only stare up at Woojin, who’s smiling faintly.

Leaning down slightly, he whispers in a voice that makes me want to masturbate right then and there.

But if I do, he’ll see how perverted I really am,

so I clench my thighs,

forced to just frown and keep looking up at him.

“Yojora, you fucking bitch.”

…Just his voice alone is enough to make me—

Squelch, squelch.

—leave a wet stain on my panties.