HACKED 112

The feeling of my entire pelvis being heavily pressed down. Even though it hadn’t even entered yet, the pressure was already incredible.

“Huu…!”

I urgently breathed in. The muscles of my whole body tensed up tight.

“I realized that, if I let you open your mouth and talk, it doesn’t work out.”

The glans, which had retreated for a moment, poked and pushed back in again.

“Because if I leave you be… you just say useless things, or think useless thoughts.”

Whether from sorrow or fear, tears welled up. Through my blurred, watery vision, I could see San Gun frowning.

“It is already narrow, so why are you putting so much strength into it?”

“Wait, listen to me.”

“Here we go again. What do you keep wanting me to listen to?”

“I really don’t think this is right. There is no way something like this can fit. Common sense-wise, right?”

“You are looking for common sense in the middle of sex? You are a real piece of work, this one.”

“Mr. San Gun, were you perhaps a horse instead of a tiger? This is a size that is only possible for a horse.”

“What a spectacle. Fine, keep going. Let’s see how far you can take this.”

“In this world, there are things that are possible and things that are impossible, and this seems to be the latter. There are plenty of other ways besides putting it in. Please, just…”

I rambled on, saying whatever came to mind. I didn’t even know what I was saying myself.

“Please, hyung…”

“……”

As soon as I said that, the expression vanished from San Gun’s face. He took a deep breath, leaned down toward me, and whispered.

“Relax.”

The moment he finished speaking, both of his hands grabbed my pelvis. And just like that, he put strength into his waist and pressed down.

The hole that had been puckered tight was finally breached. The thick glans entered all at once before getting caught on the protruding edge. It felt as if a crunch sound had come from the junction. In reality, that couldn’t have happened, but that was how it felt.

“Agh!”

A sound closer to a scream than a groan burst out. But he didn’t care.

“I told you to relax.”

Slap!

A large hand struck my buttock. He hit it with relaxed strength, like tapping the area before giving an injection, so while the sound was loud, it didn’t hurt much. The surprise was greater than the pain.

A tingling shock spread from where I was hit. Unknowingly, I squeezed my lower half as hard as I could, and immediately after, my strength relaxed as a counter-reaction.

A very brief gap of looseness. Taking advantage of that gap, his member dug in. It scraped against all the inner walls as it was thrust inside.

“Ah…! Ha-eu, huu…”

The sensation of organs being forcibly spread apart and another’s member being inserted. The sensation of somewhere between the lower navel and the upper pubic bone swelling up. These were all things I was feeling for the very first time in my life.

So, was it good?

‘No way.’

It wasn’t good at all.

It didn’t hurt so much that I couldn’t bear it. The flesh didn’t tear, and there was no blood. But I even thought that hurting in that way would be better.

This was scary rather than painful. It felt like somewhere in my body—not the outside, but the inside—was going to go very, very wrong.

To summarize, it was shitty overall. ‘He just put it in and I came? What a lewd body. Heh heh.’ Clichés like that were, as expected, nothing but creative license and a terrible fantasy…

I squeezed my lower half again to desperately block any further insertion. If it went in any deeper than this, without exaggeration, I felt like I would truly die. My inner thigh muscles trembled like someone who had just finished a full sprint.

“Hah, haa, huu. Ha-uk.”

I gasped for short breaths. The inside of my stomach felt numb. It felt as if his member had reached all the way near my solar plexus.

“Are you okay?”

San Gun asked kindly for once. Anger surged within me. Does this look okay right now? If so, his eyes must be broken.

“No, I am not okay at all…”

“How many more times do you need to be hit before you relax?”

I should have known. So much for being kind.

“Even if you beat me to death, what I can’t do, I just can’t do…”

“You are crying and can’t even breathe, yet you won’t back down for a single word. Impressive. This is how my Master should be.”

He gently brushed back my sweat-soaked bangs.

“Myeong. You were the one who suggested we do this.”

“……”

“After provoking me several times to make me give in, are you trying to back out now?”

I had nothing to say. Because it was the truth.

‘No, but, seriously.’

It wasn’t that I had no excuses at all. I didn’t know we would end up having penetrative sex, I didn’t know his dick size would be off the charts, and I especially didn’t know I would be in the position of being the one getting fucked. It’s a strike-out dismissal. If I had known, I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place, damn it.

“Are you rolling your brain again? Thinking about how you can make me let you go?”

San Gun leaned his upper body down and overlapped his body over mine. As the heavy weight of a man with a larger build than me was applied, the insertion became a bit deeper. A small dry heave escaped me.

He turned his head and kissed me. Wet lips interlocked and tongues mixed. Tears that leaked out physiologically flowed down my flushed cheeks.

For me, there was nothing I could do except wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders and cling to him. Because my hands kept slipping due to the sweat pooled in my palms, I just dug my fingernails in. Even though my nails were short and it wasn’t very effective, I dug them in with all my might with the mindset of “take that.”

He wasn’t just staying still and kissing either. His hand, which had felt its way down my chest, grabbed my nipple and twisted it slightly. When stimulation was applied to the flesh that was already standing erect, an aching sound leaked through my crushed lips. He swallowed even that sound whole.

“Myeong, don’t run away.”

He whispered during the brief moment our lips parted. His breathing had also become rough before I knew it.

“You love me.”

It was a statement I hadn’t even expected to hear in this situation, at this timing. My heart seemed to stop for a moment, then in the next moment, it pounded crazily.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

This fierce pulsation would have been transmitted clearly to him through our touching chests. Certainly.

“You love me the most out of all the Incarnations, don’t you? You said so yourself. That you love me the most.”

San Gun muttered as if talking to himself. What was contained in those words was certainty, yet not certainty. It felt as if he was constantly brainwashing me… and himself. I could even feel desperation.

He moved his waist shallowly and thrust inside. As if urging me to stop rejecting him and to accept him now.

“You, love, me. It’s true that you love me.”

“……”

“I love you.”

Constant whispering. I didn’t answer. More accurately, even if I wanted to answer, I couldn’t.

It feels as if the temperature of every place touching him is rising. Groans leaked out of their own accord from my parted mouth.

How many times was I thrust into like that? Finally, the strength left my body. I don’t know why. Perhaps the muscles that had been tensed to their limit had reached their breaking point, or perhaps I had been moved by his words.

As if aiming for that moment, his member pushed through the puckered interior. Beyond the point he had been shallowly hitting before and deep inside, to a part that even a finger had never entered.

“Hah…!”

Somewhere deep under the skin of my belly was pierced. Beyond just filling up the inner walls, it felt as if he was pushing up my entire organs.

It was strange… It was just, so, strange. Something was… different from before in an indescribable way.

But the final line of defense had already collapsed. The member that had briefly retreated was thrust back into the same spot. My vision flashed.

“Ha-euk!”

A high-pitched groan burst out. It was a sound I made, but it was a tone I was hearing for the first time. A sound that was nothing short of a ‘moan’… a sound that was so heated it sounded almost pitiful.

The pistoning was slow. But it didn’t stop either. He thrust in steadily at the same pace without any ups or downs. Strange stimulation repeatedly piled up, and up, and up.

It was a sensation I couldn’t define as pain, itchiness, or discomfort. It was a different category from the ‘sexual pleasure’ I previously knew—that is, the pleasure obtained by directly stimulating the genitals.

Honestly, the discomfort remained. Even so, my member rubbed between our stomachs, becoming fully erect and even dripping fluid. Unbelievably.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

Regardless of my will, my head was thrown back. My legs, which were clumsily wrapped around his waist, spasmed from my thighs down to my calves.

“You’re loving it to death, aren’t you.”

San Gun patted my buttock half-heartedly. My insides rang from even that small impact. Each time, I responded immediately to an embarrassing degree.

At intermittent intervals, my hole tensed up. It sucked hard on the member that was trying to retreat after hitting a deep spot. The entire member stuck to the inner walls. I could feel every detail of the thick glans, the shaft that was slightly thicker in the middle, and the shape of the veins wrapping around that shaft.

“Already, why are you… chewing on it so tightly. I haven’t even put half of it in yet.”

‘Haven’t, even, put, half…?’

I really wanted to cry at those words. I felt like someone who had bought an extra-large dildo right off the bat without knowing anything.

Is this dildo refundable? Oh, it’s not? I choose death. I shall choose death…