Meeting (7)

I collapsed into Shuriel’s arms, trembling helplessly like a broken doll. Outwardly, it was a very slight tremor, but I was being swept away by a wave of pleasure so immense I couldn’t dare express it. This is, I’m going to die. I’m going to die while coming.

From the moment my body, so obscenely sensitive that I could come just from breathing, ‘failed to come,’ my fate to be brutally broken was sealed.

“Ah, eugh, hik…”

Begging inwardly that I didn’t want to come was useless. It felt like my brain was burning. I couldn’t think properly. All I could feel was my filthy pussy leaking fluid and the trembling of my muscles.

I’m going to become an idiot. An idiot who can’t think of anything but coming.

“Keuk… Just, come already…!”

-Kkwaaak… I clenched my pussy as if to sever his cock. It wasn’t my will. I came, and came again, until my muscles contracted to their limit. Shuriel gritted his teeth against the rapidly intensifying grip, enduring his own climax. He couldn’t move easily with his cock still inside me.

“Ja, Jamo. Haiik, haeuht, Hae, Sseoyeo…”

I drooled and begged for forgiveness. Even with my thoughts in disarray, I quickly regained my senses if I sensed I was displeasing my master. Of course, after apologizing, it was just a continuous cycle of coming again in a filthy manner.

But. Thanks to Shuriel not moving, I was barely able to regain my senses. I wasn’t sure if he stopped moving because he really felt like he was going to cum, or if he couldn’t move because of the strong grip, but the fact that he stopped thrusting was a great stroke of luck for me.

I think I came about seven times. If he had kept thrusting, it might not have ended with just a nosebleed.

“Ha, haik, heu…”

I smiled happily, blood streaming from my nose.

The slave seal completely transformed my mind, body, and even the roots of my soul into that of a slave. Serving the master was the slave’s duty. The master-nim’s joy was the slave’s true desire. Anytime, anywhere, if the master-nim demanded it, I would use my entire body to satisfy him. It was common sense that a slave should abide by.

‘I wish I had known this sooner…’

If I was going to inflict pain on myself because I couldn’t find a goal in life, if I was going to self-harm to feel alive, it would have been better to become a slave and be given meaning in life.

A life of becoming a slave and obeying the master. At least it was better than a life of just barely surviving. And, and… if it was Shuriel… it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Tsk…”

Shuriel’s gaze, full of contempt and pity, bore down on me sharply. I lowered my eyes and tried not to come.

“Did you come all you could?”

“Nehe, nee… I came, eoyo. Haeuk, hik. Again, I’m coming again. Jye, Jyesong. Hik, I’m coming again, ryeo… Jyesong, Hya, Hyabnida, eugeut…”

It was no use. The cock, so big it protruded a span above my navel, caused small and large climaxes just by being inside me. Shuriel sighed in annoyance and grabbed my waist.

“…You filthy bitch. If I leave you alone, you’ll just keep coming until you faint. This won’t do.”

“Neeu, eh?”

“I’m saying I don’t care if you break or not.”

He stood up abruptly with his cock still inside me. I hadn’t recovered from the afterglow of my climax, so I lost my balance and fell backward. But thanks to Shuriel holding my waist, I was able to avoid breaking my back.

But this appearance. My appearance, held up by my waist with his cock rammed inside me. It was the spitting image of an onahole and its owner.

“Hik, higeut…?!”

As he pulled my waist back, his cock began to slide out. My tight, narrow pussy wouldn’t let go of his cock easily after so many climaxes, but Shuriel gave me a look that said, “How dare you try to stop me,” and applied even more force. Tzeubeubeubeup… My inner flesh was pulled out, and my swollen belly returned to normal.

The strength returned to my eyes, which had been glazed over from the climax, and my limbs buckled as if I had been hit with a taser. Again, I’m coming again. Seven times to cram that huge cock into this narrow pussy. Then how many times will I come when he pulls it out? I thrashed around, spraying Vaginal Fluid on Shuriel’s body. I wanted to escape this hellish climax.

But. Shuriel laughed at me and shook his hips.

-Jjigeok!!!!!

“Hak, keup――?!!!”

Kung. He knocked on my cervix, delivering a passionate greeting. For a moment, my vision went white. I dropped my head back and stuck my tongue out. I didn’t even have the strength to close my mouth. I was just being fucked like an onahole.

“Hieu, heut…”

Jjigeok, jjigeok. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed as my thighs and ass cheeks collided.

My belly, expanding and contracting to fit the size of his cock, seemed to prove that I was not human, but an onahole. An onahole only for Shuriel. The only pussy that could accommodate this monstrously large cock. I was becoming his personal fucktoy.

“Haeuht, heuk…”

I found that fact quite pleasing. Even as I was being treated like a toy, the realization that only I could satisfy Shuriel made me overjoyed.

Shuriel grabbed my waist and shook his hips relentlessly. He watched the two mounds of my breasts, leaking Breast Milk, and prepared to spray Semen. It was truly an exciting sight. The Breast Milk flowing from the girl in front of him was, none other than, an achievement he had accomplished. And yet, knowing that fact, he was about to ejaculate his baby batter inside me.

I whined like a bitch.

“Ah, Anhae. Ssa jyu, Sehyuh. Haeuht… Jeonbu, Ssasuhuh… Heut… Again, I, Imshin, Hik. Hal geoyuhuh… Shuriel, Heli. Wanhaneun mankeum…”

I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. As I approached my climax, I revealed my ‘true feelings’ and tightened my pussy. The hand gripping my waist tightened. A young girl, pregnant and leaking Breast Milk, declaring that she would bear as many children as he wanted-there was no way he couldn’t react. Knowing that it wasn’t just lip service, but ‘sincerity,’ he couldn’t help but react even more intensely.

“You, you filthy bitch…!”

“Heeuk… Heut, heuit…!!”

The climax was approaching. I tightened my pussy even more, preparing to receive his baby batter. Shuriel gripped my waist tightly, not even noticing that his skin was tearing. My back arched like a bow. His cock, buried to the root, pressed his glans against my cervix and leaked Cowper’s fluid.

“……Keuek!”

We could no longer.

Endure it.

-Beureureureut…!!!!

“Hieuht, Hyaaaang……!!!!”

The climax that finally arrived was truly, truly fierce and violent. The Semen that poured out like a hose swelled my belly out. It was the same principle as Sophia. He had modified my uterus to hold all the Semen. It was to prevent even a single drop from spilling.

“Kkeuhueu… Da, I caught it all… He, hehe…”

I finished coming and proudly flaunted my belly, swollen with Semen.

“Haa….”

Shuriel sighed as he looked at the floor, a mess of Semen and Vaginal Fluid. Both he and I felt good, but the cleanup was always the problem. Still, the fact that we finished the play without cutting off any arms or legs was a great improvement.

-Tzop. He pulled out his cock and gently placed me, exhausted, on the floor. I twitched like a frog and vomited Semen. Sticky, milky-white fluid poured out between my legs.

“Yujin. Listen carefully.”

I was so exhausted that it was difficult to breathe, but I couldn’t dare refuse my master-nim’s command. I struggled to roll my ruby-like eyes. Shuriel sat back down on the sofa and said.

“I’m not really telling you to become my slave. But-, if this is a way to reduce your masochistic tendencies, and if you want it. I’m willing to make you a slave at any time.”

“Haeheu, heu…”

I moved my trembling limbs and crawled on all fours. I crawled under the sofa in a vulgar manner, dripping Semen, and approached his Semen-covered cock, licking it with my tongue. Shuriel’s cock was still hard. He probably wouldn’t be satisfied with just one ejaculation. Yeah, let’s make me like Sophia this time. Let’s turn my throat into an onahole so I can swallow this huge cock whole.

“Cheo, Cheongsso… Hakkeyuh…”

“…Are you listening?”

I would be happy to have my useless limbs cut off and be processed into a real onahole. To be placed in a special case so I could be fucked whenever, wherever he wanted. If that’s going to happen, it seemed better to reduce my height even more. If the case is too big… it might arouse suspicion. Just enough to carry on my back seemed sufficient.

“Haeup… Chyuheup…”

“Haa… Do as you please. I’ll release the seal after you’re done cleaning.”

I licked from the root to the glans, swallowing the Semen. It was a pity that I couldn’t perform fellatio because of its size. Instead, I gripped his cock with both hands as if I were masturbating, cleaning up the residue. This should be enough stimulation to cause another ejaculation.

“Heup…!”

The ejaculation.

Came sooner than expected.

-Byureureut…!!

The Semen that shot out like a fountain poured over my head, dirtying my face.

“Chyuheup…”

I licked the Semen off my cheeks and hands and cleaned the dirtied cock again. But despite the sincerity of my cleaning, it would ejaculate Semen again with a certain amount of stimulation. Inevitably, the service time became longer, but Shuriel didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping. He accepted the service with a comfortable expression.

I was able to finish cleaning only after eating so much Semen that my belly was full.

“Cheongsoho… Da, I’m done…”

I finished cleaning and knelt demurely. Even if I came in an unsightly manner, I didn’t forget the etiquette I had to show before my master. I put my hand on my forehead and immediately performed dogeza. I raised my ass high, showing the flowing Semen, and said.

“Ah, Bitch slave pussy, thank you for using it….”

Shuriel let out a hot breath. It was evidence of excitement. But, I could feel him holding back. The play was over, so he had promised himself to return to normal. He approached me, naked and prostrate, and recited the oath that only the master could make.

“–Master, Shuriel. I swear to relinquish all rights to the slave Yujin.”

But.

This time, I didn’t have to go back.

“…What’s going on?”

I, this loyal bitch. Had sworn to become the master-nim’s eternal slave.

“…Yujin. Explain everything without leaving anything out.”

Shuriel, seeing that nothing happened even after reciting the oath, interrogated me, the most likely suspect.

“You may raise your head.”

I cautiously raised my head when the master’s permission was given.

“Th, that’s… Slave, I want to continue. Doing it…”

“You, want to?”

“So it can’t be changed, again…”

Hearing this far, Shuriel closed his eyes tightly and gnashed his teeth. In short, I had changed the terms of the contract without his permission. The point of his anger was extremely Shuriel-like. But it was clear that this was not the direction he wanted.

“You, you’re… really….”

I prostrated myself again and desperately made excuses.

“I, I. I’ll do well. I can do anything you tell me to. Yes, yes? I, I’ll die if you tell me to. I can do it now. I, I’m serious. So, please, please…”

I have no intention of forcing unilateral responsibility on him. I’m already a slave. If I become useless, I can fulfill my mission by dying. That was fine. At least. I’m dying after fulfilling the master’s command until the moment of my death. Because I’m not dying meaninglessly alone.

I.

More than I thought.

I was more attached to the reason for living.

The only lifeline was Aileen, but Aileen, who was already fully mature, seemed like she could live well enough without me. I was overwhelmed with endless despair when I realized that I couldn’t do anything as a mother. A stupid mother who was ashamed to show her face.

The biggest reason I had these negative thoughts was that I had only met Aileen once. Because I didn’t know what to say when I met her next time. Because of my stupid way of thinking that made the worst-case scenario a reality, I was certain that she would hate me.

The world, which would shatter like shards of glass if I reached out, no longer interested me. Saving the world and becoming a hero was already out of my interest. Everything felt empty. People didn’t want to associate with me, who had the hobbies of a madman.

Still, I wanted to live. I wanted something, anything. I wanted a reason to live. Even if it was as Shuriel’s slave. It’s not like I chose my master thoughtlessly. I had known Shuriel for a long time, and he sincerely tried to understand me, a madman. I felt like I could entrust everything to you. So. Please, please……

“Please, don’t abandon me…”