HACKED 114

“Pardon?”

Saying he would put it all in. It was a shock in itself.

‘Is this a pre-announcement of murder, a death sentence, or something like that?’

“I let you cum once for now. Since you were hunching up and doing nothing but trembling so much. I deliberately didn’t even touch the front so you could get used to being fucked by my dick.”

“……”

To think he tortured me by pushing me to the limit for such a reason. I shuddered at his meticulousness and atrociousness.

“Now your inside has softened up a bit, and at this rate, it looks like it will go in all the way. Let’s try one more time.”

I raised my upper body slightly and reached out with a thinly trembling hand toward San Gun’s penis. His member, which had not yet ejaculated, was standing at an angle, boasting a menacing appearance.

He looked at me as if asking what I was doing all of a sudden. Ignoring that gaze, I spread my fingers wide from thumb to pinky to measure the size of the thing in front of me.

‘Just how many centimeters is this.’

Actually, there wasn’t even a need to measure it by hand. Just by looking at it, a rough estimate came out.

‘If we assume he puts all of that in…’

At any rate, I knew my body wouldn’t remain intact. If this were reality and not a world inside a game, I would be rushed to the emergency room. And I would remain in the memories of medical professionals as a patient whose organs ruptured while enjoying excessive anal sex.

“Fine, go ahead.”

I gave a dry laugh and flopped back down to lie flat.

“Do it after I’m dead.”

Ah, I see.

What lies ahead… is ‘hell’.

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To state only the conclusion, my argument of ‘do it after I’m dead’ was not accepted.

It was an unfair situation for me.

San Gun and I have different health pools to begin with. If he is a final boss Black Dragon with 5,000 HP, I can be called a slime with 10 HP. That’s right, the thing that looks round and soft, and when you squash it to death, it just drops a piece of slime as a junk item.

So, even if 5 HP is shaved off equally, he would just say a line like “Hmph. That didn’t even tickle,” but for me, it means half of my life force flies away in an instant….

‘But why don’t you take that point into consideration.’

This is an unfair game from the start. I’m saying it’s a tilted playing field. I denounce this and that. Guarantee whatever….

“Myeong. I can hear the sound of your brain rolling from here.”

San Gun’s voice was heard right next to me. Before I knew it, he was lying on his side by my side, propping his chin up with one hand and watching me.

“You’re out of your mind again, having all sorts of weird and useless thoughts.”

As it was, my whole body was extremely sensitive because the afterglow of the climax had not faded. In such a situation, that resonant low voice pierced directly into my ear, making everything from my ears to the nape of my neck and my spine feel itchy.

“Your voice… that voice, please.”

I rubbed my auricle hard with my palm. Ten to one my ear would turn red, but this wasn’t the time to worry about that.

“What’s wrong with my voice.”

“I’m telling you to be careful.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve wanted to say this for a while. My ears are a bit sensitive. Please refrain from speaking that close. Mr. San Gun’s voice resonates particularly well….”

While I was speaking, San Gun suddenly leaned his head down and kissed my ear. Mwah. A vivid sound rang out.

“Huaak!”

I twisted my whole body like a raw shrimp thrown into a frying pan covered in salt. Then, I felt shameful belatedly. With my face turned bright red from being flushed, I turned my body sluggishly in the opposite direction from him.

“Puhaha.”

San Gun suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. It seems he feels quite refreshed now after sticking a straw into me and sucking out all my energy. As his Master, I couldn’t be happier. I’m so happy I want to give his shin a kick. Even if I did, only my foot would hurt while he’d be perfectly fine.

“Mr. San Gun is really, really, really, really the worst….”

To attack someone’s weakness the moment you hear it, it’s utterly despicable. Where did righteousness and chivalry go? I’m saying the morals of the martial world have all burst apart.

“Was that so? I’m sorry.”

San Gun offered an apology in a voice that still held a trace of laughter. Since he apologized so coolly, I felt a bit awkward again. I slightly turned to lie toward where he was.

“It’s not something you need to be that sorry for.”

“That’s true.”

The awkwardness vanished instantly. I turned my back again.

“So what you’re saying is, you’re too tired to do any more sex. And you hate the idea of it going in all the way.”

He muttered from behind my back. It was a perfect one-line summary of my tearful resistance up until now. Why is he listening to me so well for once?

“That’s right.”

“Then it would be fine if it’s not tiring?”

“What?”

“Get on top of me. I’ll take care of the rest. I won’t even put it all in. Then it won’t be tiring.”

“Let’s just give it a shot…. Like hell! Don’t be ridiculous.”

The idea that the cowgirl position isn’t tiring is the most nonsense bullshitting I’ve ever heard in my life. Not a chance.

“Let’s think about it. If I get on top of Mr. San Gun, my weight will be applied, right? Then that… thing of Mr. San Gun’s will go in incredibly deep, right? Regardless of my will? And then I’ll die, right?”

It was burdensome even when doing it in the missionary or doggy style, but if that thing is inserted in the cowgirl position… I will 100% die. It’s not just a level of being rushed to the emergency room, but I’ll really perish. I’m saying I’ll end up pressing the X key to pay respects.

“Hahaha! Ah…. This guy really is a fucking hilarious bastard.”

I was laying out a very serious and solemn rebuttal in my own way, but San Gun just laughed. Just where exactly was my speech funny?

“No, Myeong. I like that too, but not that.”

San Gun lifted me up and placed me on top of him. Even though he was lifting an adult male regardless of whether I weighed less or not, he showed no sign of struggle at all.

I ended up on top of him in an instant. It was a position where I was lying with my back against his stomach, looking at the ceiling. It wasn’t the cowgirl position I had imagined.

From below, he spread my thighs. He didn’t just spread them, but put his hands under the back of my knees… wide open in an M-shape. His member, which had been tucked under my buttocks, sprang out with great vigor.

“I said it wouldn’t be tiring, right?”

He said confidently. But I didn’t have the mind to answer.

‘Just what kind of position is this….’

My shame crossed the line. My face, ears, and even my neck felt hot as if they had caught fire. It was a relief that he couldn’t see my face right now.

I reflexively lowered my hand to fumble between my legs, then flinched as I felt the heat-carrying member. The shaft, which was hard beyond just being firm, was wedged between the crack of my buttocks.

He lifted my thighs a bit more. Not just my thighs, but even my buttocks floated slightly in the air. The glans rubbed against the perineum as it moved down and poked above the hole.

“Without exaggeration, ugh, eut! I’m really going to die.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. You’re loving it to death? Got it.”

“Stop talking bullshit….”

“You’re good at acting coy, too.”

He adjusted the angle and thrust his member in. I thought the insertion would be blocked at the glans again… but by the time I hurriedly burst out the breath I’d been holding, it pushed through the resistance and slid in. It was a bit, just a tiny bit, easier than before.

My legs, which kept going limp from lack of strength, were forcibly fixed by his rough hands. My body began to heave.

“Ah! Ah, ugh, huu… hu-at!”

I gasped like a person being strangled. My mouth, once opened, showed no sign of closing.

San Gun pressed his lips against my ear and the nape of my neck as if to soothe me.

But that wasn’t enough. I reached out, grabbed his lower jaw, and pulled. Then, I turned my head and hurriedly kissed him. Since he was taking away all my energy, I wanted to take away at least his breath. Wouldn’t that be a little more fair?

“……”

He readily responded to the kiss. He pushed his tongue between my lips, which had opened without resistance. I rummaged around inside his mouth haphazardly as if to vent my spite.

With a stinging pain, I vaguely tasted blood. Did some part of my tongue get scraped by his canine? It didn’t matter.

His member split open the mucous membrane that had become damp and soaked in excitement. The same spot was pounded thump, thump, thump repeatedly. This time too, he failed to insert it all the way to the end, but this alone was sufficiently overwhelming.

“A-euuu…!”

It felt as if my brain was melting from the excessive stimulation. I instinctively wanted to run away. I twisted my pelvis as if struggling, waving my toes in the air.

San Gun took a short breath, then put strength into the hands holding my thighs and slammed my entire lower body down onto him.

“Ugh, hic.”

A pleasure so strong it was almost violent struck my lower abdomen. My dick twitched regardless of my will.

The second ejaculation was absurdly fast. The semen, which had become noticeably thinner than the first time, splattered all the way up to under my chin.

‘…Even so, it’s my first time being the one getting fucked, yet I came again? Isn’t this a bit much?’

Was it okay to adapt this quickly? As it turns out, did I have a talent for this sort of thing? I was at the point of feeling self-loathing.

I really hoped it was truly the end here, but unfortunately, it was not.