LLU 28

At the same time as my body folded at an angle, his groin pressed even closer. This time, I couldn’t hold back my scream no matter what.

“Ugh, aack!”

“You even scream like a dog. Your mother would be delighted to see this.”

“Fuck, you shameless bastard…!”

I cursed at the mocking voice. Even as I did, tears flowed endlessly. Both the sharp, tearing pain from below and the rage that surged up inside me kept urging me to cry.

My sobbing curses were cut off intermittently in time with his thrusts. Instead of hitting me, he persistently pushed into me from below. As if he were punishing me.

The punishment he was doling out was so painful that I thought it would be better to just be slapped. Because he was thrusting at a strange angle, my abused lower parts hurt as if they were being seared with fire. The pumping motions that split my body at a rapid pace were overwhelming without a moment to get used to them, no matter how many times they were repeated.

“Kk, heuu… euh… euk.”

I bit my lip until I could taste blood. I wanted to raise my hands to cover my mouth, but it was impossible as both my wrists were bound.

Painful as it was to have the barely healed raw flesh torn open again, there was something else I feared more. If my mother were to see this… I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen after that.

But Choi Junghan continued to pick at my endurance. It felt like a red-hot club was carelessly rummaging through my insides. Every time his heavy body pounded down on me, a helpless moan escaped. The first cry, which had burst out dry and cracked, was already servile and wet with tears.

Finally, such words burst from my mouth.

“Stop. Stop… stop it. Please…”

“That’s not how you ask.”

The well-fed predator said languidly. Unlike someone who had been thrusting his body hard enough to break the bed, he didn’t seem out of breath at all.

“Please… stop.”

“Mm, keep going.”

“Just stop, fuck…! Really, please… just stop!”

A sharp voice, though trembling with emotion, leaked out. This was neither the answer he wanted, nor the one I had intended to give. But it was the truth I had wanted to scream the most.

“I treated you like a dog for a bit, and did your intelligence really drop?”

Choi Junghan clicked his tongue. His tone was one of genuine pity.

“I told you to throw your fit prettily. Crying out messily and cursing is only a loss for you, don’t you get it yet?”

“Ah, heuu, oop…!”

“You could try acting cute, calling me hyung. Who knows? Maybe that sound will make me lose my goddamn mind and I’ll let you off.”

He said this while still fiercely fucking me with his pillar-of-fire-like penis. The pain splitting my body was about to make my vision go hazy, but I still had enough sense left to grit my teeth and shake my head. Call Choi Junghan hyung? I’d rather bite my tongue and die right here.

“…Eugh, ah, aah!”

“Try it.”

Choi Junghan stopped his thrusts.

“If you call me hyung now, I’ll let you off.”

The fruit he offered with a faint curve of his eyes was clearly poisoned, but it looked sweet. Just stopping the violent thrusts that were pounding like a chisel was enough to let me breathe after my gasps had been cut short.

What the hell is that word ‘hyung’ that he’s making such a fuss about? If I just say it once as he commands, will things get even a little better? In this situation, being raped like a dog while our respective parents are downstairs, is there really anything I can’t do to escape? For a moment, I had that thought, but.

“Fuck off, you son of a bitch.”

I don’t trust Choi Junghan. If he were the type to stop just because I called him hyung once, he wouldn’t be raping me like this in the house where our parents are.

He’s a bastard who takes pleasure in endlessly toying with me. Rather than succumbing to him and having my very soul mocked, I’ll just offer up this body that’s already being chewed up by Choi Junghan and be done with it.

I gathered my remaining strength and spat in his face. I had hoped Choi Junghan would be flustered or displeased, even for a moment, but he didn’t even blink.

He slowly wiped the spit that was running down his face with his own palm, and then, meeting my eyes, he stickily licked his palm clean.

“It’s going to be a long road to fix that cute little attitude of yours.”

A voice tinged with even a faint hint of laughter. His glinting, small pupils were filled with ecstasy. His face, which clearly revealed his desire, was a prelude to the long and terrible abuse he was about to inflict upon me.

My vision flickered dizzily. My sight was embroidered in white, and my consciousness repeatedly broke and reconnected like a malfunctioning film.

A merciless hand was pressing down on my neck. To get a passage for breath the size of a pinhole, I begged desperately. But there was not a speck of mercy in the hand of the predator pressing down on me.

I felt like a fish that had been clubbed on the head. I struggled desperately, and at some point, the strength gradually drained from my body. It was a terrifying sensation, as if I were slowly sinking into pitch-black water.

My gradually sinking consciousness was on the verge of drowning. The lively movements of my limbs began to stop little by little. The moment my thick and strong consciousness was gradually pared down and pared down until it was as thin as paper. Choi Junghan, as if by magic, noticed that timing and let go of his hand.

“Cough! Kuck, pooh, heuu, haak, haa…”

My throat, which had been sealed without the slightest gap, greedily welcomed the breath it had suddenly gained. Air moved in and out so rapidly that a wheezing sound came from my throat. My vision, which had been turning black with necrosis, gradually regained its color.

Finally, my pupils found their place and the ruffian’s face formed an image. My heart, terrified by a fear I had never experienced from anyone before, but had now newly learned, was still trembling as if having a seizure.

“Haa, haa, ha…”

Before I could even catch my breath, the large palm covered my neck again. My throat, which had been desperately sucking in air, was once again flattened under the cruel grip.

It didn’t take long for my vision to turn white again. I thought my eyeballs were going to pop out. Saliva trickled from my mouth, which was letting out miserably crushed moans.

My hands feebly flailed in the air, hitting Choi Junghan’s face, shoulders, and arms. His monster-like solid body did not budge at such a feeble resistance.

It was around the time the strength in my punches was fading. From below, something huge and hot pushed up my insides with a jerk. My eyes rolled upwards. As the muscles below tightened around the hard penis, a low groan burst from above.

Choi Junghan, who had been roughly slamming into me in that state, finally and generously let go. I coughed uncontrollably. I servilely inhaled the oxygen I had desperately begged for and obtained. As soon as I had recovered enough to be able to speak, I hurriedly opened my mouth.

“Stop, stop, please, keuhuk, cough…”

“What are you doing, Oon-ah. You should spit and run your mouth cutely like before. Huh?”

Choi Junghan mocked in a cheerful voice.

“Isn’t that what whores like you do to get things going? Sucking dick so well with your cunt while playing hard to get with your mouth.”

His words, so vulgar they felt like they would drive me insane just by hearing them, painfully clawed at my ears. It had only been moments since I was choked to the point my vision went black, but those words were something I just could not stand.

What Choi Junghan did to me is clearly rape. I was unilaterally victimized by him; I never took money and offered my body. But Choi Junghan kept trying to tarnish this absurdly obvious fact.

“Why, haa, the hell am I a whore?”

My waist, held in his strong grip, hurt, and my lower half, being pierced to the point of making slapping sounds, hurt. The insane act of continuously strangling me was also terrifyingly frightening. But I glared at him clearly, filled with hatred.

“Who, heok, asked… for money? The money you gave… I kept it just as it was, keuk, to throw it in your face next time we met. But fuck, now you’re treating me like a male prostitute…!”

“Our Oon is hurting hyung’s feelings again.”

Choi Junghan stopped his thrusts and let out an exaggerated sigh. In that moment, a breathtaking glint appeared in his eyes.

“What I gave you then wasn’t payment, it was pocket money,”

Smack! Along with the cracking sound, my vision flickered white.

“I,”

His left hand, which had shot up high, is no longer visible.