TCGAD 3

Splash…!

A heavy ripple stirred the calm water surface. It was as if a tiger had leaped into a small pond with such force.

Startled, I opened my eyes to see a massive fist hurtling toward me. It grabbed my nape and yanked me out of the water.

“Ku, cough!”

A series of w** coughs erupted. Along with the water, the pomegranate residue left in my mouth was spat out.

“Fill your belly with grease first.”

Before I could catch my breath, my arm was seized again. I was dragged helplessly by the ferocious strength.

“Then you’ll bear my pups.”

The pupils I looked up at were dilated with excitement.

☀️

In front of an ornately decorated mirror, a pale-faced person stared back at me.

“Bride-nim, your skin is just like a golden apple. Look at the gloss flowing over your cheeks!”

Lemon muttered endlessly. I gave a weak smile. Glossy skin…? To my eyes, it just looked endlessly gloomy and frail.

“…….”

The corners of my eyes drooped lifelessly, and my skin was pale, as if it had never seen sunlight. It was so translucent that blue veins showed through.

And this d**ned hair. Its strange reddish hue had always drawn attention since childhood, mostly in the worst ways.

True to my innate disposition, even at school, I was the ultimate loner, slouching with my head bowed.

That day, I was eating alone and returning to the classroom when I unfortunately ran into a gang leaving the hallway.

Hoping not to be noticed, I lowered my eyes and tried to slip away.

‘…Hey, hey, did you see that guy just now?’

One of them spotted me.

‘A mutt, a d**n mutt.’

The yellow-haired one glanced at me, and the big one, the leader of the gang, turned slowly.

‘…D**n, what the h**l?’

A curse rang out. I flinched, and he glared.

‘Whoa, he looks freaky as h**l.’

His expression said he’d found perfect entertainment for his boredom.

The hand-me-down uniform I wore was as big as a rice sack, with tattered collars and sleeves. I couldn’t hide the poverty clinging to me like moss, and the sharp-eyed one noticed it keenly.

‘Those eyes are so d**n creepy. This’ll be fun.’

From that day, I became the perfect target for their gang.

‘Freckled b**t**d, I’ll burn his face with a cigarette.’

One day, a delinquent chewing gum spat it out with a smack. The gum missed my eye and stuck to my bangs.

‘D**n, I was aiming for his freckles.’

‘Idiot b**t**d!’

Vulgar laughter erupted around me.

‘Hey, you clenching your jaw? Don’t like the gift I gave you?’

I trembled violently. I must’ve unconsciously tensed my jaw. All eyes turned to me, each one vile. This was bad. If I got hit again, my uniform might really tear.

‘N-No, it’s not that. I have an overbite.’

Fearing a beating, I gave a pathetic excuse, loosening my jaw like a coward.

‘Loser b**t**d, listens so well.’

Their mocking words trampled my pride. …Freak, mutt, orphan b**t**d.

Amid the crowd of tormentors and bystanders, I was the quintessential ugly duckling.

The gum in my hair stuck more the harder I tried to remove it. In the end, I had to shave my head nearly bald.

Worried Grandma would be upset if she found out, I wore a hat at home, but the barber told her everything.

‘It’s these d**n freckles, these freckles.’

Grandma clicked her tongue, blaming the freckles on my face.

‘Under the eyes, the tip of the nose, and even the cheeks. They need to be removed.’

She dragged me to a shabby shop in the village, a cheap cosmetics store that secretly did illegal procedures in the back.

‘Why remove them? These days, people get sexy freckles tattooed on purpose.’

The shop woman popped her bubblegum repeatedly. Her blue eyeshadow made her look bruised.

‘This grandma’s obsessed with her shaman stuff.’

The woman clicked her tongue.

‘If you’re so worried, make him a child actor or something.’

‘No way! These are life-ruining freckles. Pull them out by the roots.’

Despite protests, Grandma was adamant. Sticky gel was slathered on my face.

Three freckles were removed for twelve thousand won. The effect lasted about two weeks before they reappeared, decorating my face again.

In a way, it was expected. If my life’s hardships were truly due to freckles, the winding misfortunes I’d endured wouldn’t let go so easily, would they?

“…….”

Lost in bitter memories, I gazed at the mirror with blurry eyes.

The brown freckles stabbed at my eyes. Looking like this, no wonder the monster recoiled, calling me filthy.

“Um.”

I stammered like a fool. Blue eyes turned to my face.

“Yes, Bride-nim? Lemon’s listening.”

“It’s not that, but this outfit feels a bit too revealing.”

I didn’t want to nitpick in my hand-me-down state, but the clothes barely covered my chest or back.

The fabric was thin as dragonfly wings, nearly transparent. Even my armpits’ outlines were visible.

“Oh.”

As expected, Lemon was no ordinary person. She grinned ear to ear.

“Did you notice?”

I gaped like a goldfish. Did she dress me like this on purpose? My face flared like a matchstick.

It was all because of that monster throwing me into the bathwater. My clothes were soaked, leaving me no choice but to change. So, after preparing dinner, Lemon brought me here.

The room, likely a dressing room, was filled with various clothes and accessories. Dazzling and resplendent, I didn’t know where to look, my eyes rolling nervously.

‘This will be perfect for tonight!’

Lemon picked one and handed it to me.

The flimsy fabric revealed my chest if I leaned forward slightly. And there was a bigger problem—no underwear. Without anything to hold it in place, I felt exposed below.

“It might backfire.”

Lemon ignored me, putting sandals on my feet.

“I’ll even put on these pretty shoes for you, Bride-nim!”

She tied delicate straps around my calves, knotting them neatly before lifting me like a child.

“No, wait, I…”

I struggled briefly but soon gave up, letting my limbs dangle. Humming, Lemon carried me down the hallway.

“Bride-nim has arrived.”

We reached that room. Lemon sat me at the table, and across from me, the monster stared. His jaw froze mid-chew, a bunch of grapes in his hand.

“Seeing you two together makes this Lemon so happy.”

His shoulders were wider than the table. He stared as if piercing through me.

“This isn’t a dream, right? If it is, I’d be so sad I’d die!”

Lemon filled a glass with wine. Glug, glug. The monster raised it and downed it in one gulp.

I looked at my thighs, adjusting the fabric again. If a gap opened and revealed inside, it’d be a disaster.

“I’ll take my leave now.”

Smiling brightly as she poured the wine, she turned away. Her face seemed to harden the moment she turned…

Whether that was true didn’t matter. I only wanted to follow her retreating back.

Thud, but the cave door closed mercilessly. The room was left with just the monster and me.

“…….”

“…….”

The table was laden with food, and I’d been starving for days, but strangely, I wasn’t hungry.

Was it because I’d filled my stomach with bathwater? The odd thought crossed my mind.

Lost in my thoughts, a chuckle came from across the table.

“Your t**s are swollen.”

Startled, I looked up. His eyes were fixed on my chest. Following his gaze, I saw my exposed, sagging chest.

“Why?”

He tilted his head, puzzled, as if asking why my n**ples were hard. I didn’t know why he’d ask that. Was he so beastly he didn’t know shame?

“I-It’s because I got goosebumps.”

I mumbled an excuse. Exposed to the air, they’d hardened naturally, but my face heated up. My easily flushed body turned red up to my chest.

He didn’t care. He just shoved a large grape bunch into his throat and pulled it out.

“Now we get married.”

The grape stem was left bare like fishbones. Tossing it aside, he stood abruptly from the chair.

I fell back onto the cradle. As my body tipped backward, my legs splayed open. Something jingled like a bell between my thighs. Shame surged. Heat rushed to my face.

“…Male?”

A beast’s eyes gleamed in the dark. Hot sweat beaded on my palms from tension.

Shaaa, the sound of rain outside grew fiercer.

“You dared deceive the great Bulkan.”

I quickly closed my legs, but it was futile. The fabric was thin as butterfly wings, revealing my thigh’s silhouette.

“What did I…”

My nape burned hot. Even if the clothes bulged slightly due to my g**itals, the fact that my p**ic hair was visible was maddeningly shameful. With my sparse body hair, the top of my p**is was faintly visible.

“You’re not a male, d**n it?”

A mocking chuckle rang out, as if he’d expected this.

“I’ve never seen a d**k like that in my life.”

A solid fist tapped my lower belly. My poor p**is flailed helplessly under his blows.

“…Ugh.”

Fearing he’d hit a sensitive spot, I tensed my lower body. My toes curled, and the inner thighs, devoid of muscle, sank inward.

“Even in my growth phase, mine was thicker than your thigh.”

His boastful voice continued. A large hand approached and yanked off my lower garments. Goosebumps covered my body. My aching ankle prevented me from moving freely.

“…….”

My scrawny legs were exposed to the air, and the p**is Bulkan had toyed with peeked out.

Suddenly, a w** gulp echoed.

“Odoor.”

He called me that strange word again. Why did he use it? The answer came next.

“Your c**tch smells delicious.”

The dog unfastened his armor. Heavy metal clanged to the floor.

His imposing body was revealed.

If a boulder were shaped into a human, would it look like this? His frame was bear-like, but the muscle masses clinging to it were as hard and sleek as asphalt walls. Scars scattered across his body added to the unease.

My eyes slowly traced the line cutting through his solid abs.

Following the dark p**ic hair downward… it filled my vision, stabbing at my eyes.

“What the h**l is that?”

A horrified question burst out.

His forearms were thick and solid as iron hammers, and something nearly as large sat between his legs.

Twitch, twitch. The dark red p**is writhed like a snake. Veins snaked up the black shaft. From the oddly wide urethra, white p**cum oozed steadily.

Disgusting, revulsion surged. I hadn’t seen many c**tches, but this was the most terrifying. Nausea roiled.

“…….”

And why was it e**ct? Completely horrified, I looked up at the monster. He grinned ear to ear.

“It’s mating season, so my nose is sensitive.”

A large hand yanked my shoulder strap. My chest was exposed, and his dark eyes peered at it.

A meager chest, with barely any volume. A clear marker of my gender. I wondered if he’d change his mind…

“T**s.”

His sinister gaze weighed heavily on my chest. His long tongue l**ked his lower lip.

“Red t**s.”

Is he insane? Goosebumps rose on my shoulders.

“No way a male has t**s like these.”

He grabbed my chest roughly, kneading it like dough.

“…Ugh.”

He twisted and pulled the tender flesh. My calves trembled from the unfamiliar pain.

With his other hand, he vigorously stroked his p**is. It nodded like a snake, spurting clear liquid. The dark p**ic hair grew darker. A primal scent wafted strongly, barbaric in its rawness.

“…Kuh.”

He rubbed his large g**ns against my stomach. My insides thudded. A sharp pain shot through me, due to my twisted ankle.

“Ah, hng…”

A sour pain struck my anklebone. A pained m**n escaped my throat.

“Oh?”

His rough thrusts stopped. His black eyes gleamed with interest. Oh no, I’d only groaned from pain, but I’d drawn his attention.

“M-My ankle…”

My ankle was grabbed. I flailed like a dragonfly with pinned wings. The injury was red and swollen, forcing me to tie my shoelaces loosely.

He didn’t care. He began rubbing his p**is against my ankle at a frantic pace.

“Ah…!”

I screamed, and his p**is swelled larger. His p**ic hair was coarse, like hair untouched by shampoo or conditioner. The friction heat was intense, burning hot enough to drive me mad.

“Kuh… kuh, ugh.”

Intermittent, chewed-out groans followed. He mounted me like a dog in heat.

“It h-hurts…”

Hng, hng… My throat, tight with tension, let out pained sounds.

“Please.”

Please let go, I struggled weakly like a small fish in a net. But his grip was like a noose, tightly binding my ankle. Escaping with my strength was impossible.

I resorted to begging.

“Please.”

Pathetic and servile, but only merciless words poured over me.

“If you stay still, kuh, it won’t hurt, will it?”

My chest, fondled relentlessly, radiated burning heat. My thighs, ceaselessly teased, were slick. The sound of w** squelching came from the copious s**en he’d released.

“…Kuh!”

His massive body covered mine. He buried his nose in my nape. The hot, pressed body trembled as if urinating.

“Huk, heuk.”

Thick s**en splattered, soaking my face and lower body. A wild scent pierced my nose. My hair stood on end.

“…Haa.”

Outside, rain poured loudly. Heuk, huk. W** breaths filled the gaps between the rain.

After such a frenzy, I thought it’d be fine for a while. But the crude p**is, having e**culated like urine, quickly regained its vigor.

And there was a problem. The monster and I weren’t in a typical male-female relationship. I had no idea which part was supposed to join with what.

He flipped my body around, toying with my earlobes and m**esting my back along my spine. He groped my thigh flesh for a while.

“D**n it, s**t!”

He grabbed and spread my b**tocks, staring at the narrow hole. Goosebumps made my waist tremble.

“T-That’s not a place for putting things in.”

“D**n it!”

He pounded the bed with his fists. Then he began sanding my body with his p**is. My fragile skin was mercilessly crushed by his rough touch.

“Hoo, hng.”

Panting breaths, scorching heat, excessive moisture.

The heat from our pressed bodies was overwhelming. It was too hot and heavy, draining my soul. My body was soaked in sweat.

How much time passed? A white glow slowly filled the sky.

Then it happened again. The monster, fiercely invading my body, swayed as he did yesterday and collapsed onto me with a thud.

“……!”

I waved my hand gently before his closed eyelids. No response.

His large paw pressed my chest, suffocating me like a corked bottle.

As I squirmed to roll out, a beast opened its eyes in the dark. A gleaming gaze, like lightning, struck my face.

“Grrr!”

He bared sharp teeth, growling. His large tail thumped the floor, sensing my intent to escape.

“…I was just adjusting my position. My ankle hurts.”

I cautiously explained, but he didn’t retract his angry claws. Cold sweat dripped down my spine.

In the end, I had to lie flat, limp. Only then did the dog close its eyes again. A low grrr sounded. His coarse, wild fur stood on end, satisfied.

“…….”

My body was slick with s**en. I wanted to plunge into bathwater, but I couldn’t move a finger.

Was the weight crushing me that of a predator or of pain? I couldn’t tell.