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The college entrance exam was truly just around the corner.
These days, she spent time at a nearby library instead of the academy.
Since she already knew the content, she needed to study by repeatedly reviewing familiar material rather than learning new things. Kim Jong-seop dropping her off at the library on his way to work was a reasonably systematic and efficient system. In reality, due to his constantly irregular work hours, her own chance at a regular life had gone out the window.
Because of Kim Jong-seop coming home late at night, whenever she prepared to go to the library early by herself, he would invariably invade the space between her legs, engrossed in morning sex like a madman obsessed with planting seeds.
He would always drag her to the bathroom, and only after thoroughly savoring her pussy before she could pee in the morning would he extract a thick broth of urine. Her day would begin with her peeing together with him while getting hit by his urine on her clit. It was a war-like routine that occurred almost every day of her daily life.
When she was caught trying to go for her morning pee secretly, she had to endure sex labor every time she went to the bathroom all day long. Thinking back to the time when she had to pee with his dick inside her every time she headed to the bathroom, she now made sure to wake him up and head to the toilet together.
Kim Jong-seop scoffed at her as she glared at him, calling this crazy.
It was true that it felt a little better when his dick, engorged and plump, entered her before they emptied their bladders in the morning, when both he and she were full of urine and his dick was hard. Kim Jong-seop, who knew her body better than she did, couldn’t possibly be unaware of this.
His threat that he wouldn’t control his strength if she didn’t want him to pee inside her pussy was one of the things that scared her the most.
There was a woman who worked at the bar managed by Kim Jong-seop because she couldn’t pay off her debt, and she had seen her get caught by him while trying to run away.
It was brutal. With two slaps, the woman’s lips were torn. That night, she trembled as she took his dick, and the lips that touched her back were so hot that she felt strange. After that day, she could no longer throw the punches at him that she had been doing with tacit permission.
Then one day, something happened. It was a weekend when he caught her secretly taking birth control pills, and she had to cry and beg him to let her get pregnant while he poured a handful of the drugs that had driven her into the mire into her lower abdomen. She had to beg him to let her have Kim Jong-seop’s baby with this pussy, shaking her ass as she was hit on the buttocks.
She spent the long night rubbing his large balls with her buttocks, spitting on his dick and climbing back on top of him, giving birth to thick dicks one after another.
And then one day, she applied medicine to his left flank, which he came home with covered in blue bruises. She was stunned by the traces of beatings that extended to his back. If Kim Jong-seop came home beaten, it was obvious that there had been a huge mess, without even having to see it.
When her knees were scraped when she bumped into a drunken passerby and fell, he carried her on his back to the hospital. Compared to that, applying some medicine was nothing, but he grinned as if he was happy.
Whenever she was tormented by nightmares and thrashed around in her sleep, he would wake up, hold her in his arms like a child, and pat her butt. With a voice cracked from sleep, he would curse at whatever fucking bastard in her dream made her cry. In his arms, she still felt fear, but at the same time, she also fell into endless reassurance. It was a strange ambivalence, but she didn’t dislike it. Perhaps it was because she felt that his promise to protect her was genuine.
It was even more so after she realized that compared to what he did to others, his actions towards her were just him playing around and being lenient.
While he was comforting her, she clung to him and sobbed, repeating that such a thing would never happen again in her dreams. Then she felt a sense of reassurance that it really wouldn’t.
Was this kind of relationship normal? Well, when had her life ever been within the realm of normal?
Still, she didn’t know why she wanted to believe his words that he would protect her.
Was it because there was no other option besides him?
Or was it because she knew that Kim Jong-seop’s heart, though he spoke in a shitty way, genuinely craved affection?
She still didn’t have an answer. It’s difficult to know exactly the sincerity he holds.
She knew that the words “you’re lovely” and “I like you,” which he sometimes said like a slip of the tongue when they drank wine together, weren’t lies. He never said words that weren’t in his heart. Especially not on the negative side. He wasn’t a man who easily revealed his true feelings.
It was the same with her. A man who had difficulty expressing his true feelings. Perhaps that’s why she decided to stay by his side. Perhaps that’s why she decided to trust him one more time... Although, it’s not like there’s another way even if she didn’t stay by his side.
It wasn’t rationalization, but perhaps it was her own will.
With her shallow and arrogant hope that perhaps he and she, both with abnormal lives, could become the center of gravity for each other. Perhaps it was her absurd wish to have the support she had wanted all her life. Perhaps this crazy man would provide it.
His quitting work early, which was early for a gangster, felt complicated and strange when she heard from Cha Geon-ju that he had thrown away his dinner appointment with the big boss because of her.
Kim Jong-seop, who occasionally broke into her life at unexpected moments, gradually took up more and more of her daily life, expanding his territory. To an unsettling extent, very fully.
Once, she asked him.
‘Yoon Hyung-woo... Did he go to jail? Or... what happened to him? Is he alive?’
‘If you’re so curious, go find out, why.’
Was it because she didn’t want to face Yoon Hyung-woo, or was it because she didn’t have the courage to see his life or death with her own eyes?
‘No. He’ll live well on his own. He’s always been that kind of person.’
She indirectly tested Kim Jong-seop. Was he still alive, or had he really killed him?
Kim Jong-seop couldn’t possibly be unaware of her intention to test him. He only said, “If you want to know, go find out,” and nothing more, as he leisurely held a cigarette.
‘If you’re really curious, should I tell you the story? Take your pick. It’s in stages.’
‘...No, thank you.’
She chose to remain ignorant. Sometimes, it’s more comfortable to remain ignorant than to know and accept. If she could handle it even if she knew, what would she be afraid of? But had she ever been able to sleep peacefully after learning the truth? She quickly extracted a choice from the accumulated data. Kim Jong-seop said she could tell him anytime if she wanted to know, but from the subtle movement of his lips, Song-ah felt like she could guess the answer.
It was as good as hearing the answer already.
One day, she asked him something like this.
“Why are you so obsessed with getting pregnant? It’s not like I’m going to run away if I don’t.”
He said.
“I don’t know. I’m not some dog, marking my territory 24/7, but I’m acting like my dick is going to fall off trying to get more of your juices. If we have a kid, you won’t cut your wrists, saying you’re going to die.”
He knew that the two times she had injured herself were not intentional. Even so, the man, revealing his anxiety, seemed to want to quell some unspoken worry that was pressing down on him.
He was a man who instinctively knew that superficial acts like marriage could never bind her or soothe his anxiety. As his anxiety increased, she had to endure him coming at her with his whole body.
“You’re anxious that I’ll leave, you’re worried sick that I’ll die, you want to have a child who looks like me… these don’t seem like feelings you’d have for a sex partner.”
“What kind of crazy bastard gives a marriage ring to a fuck buddy? Who the hell proposes to a woman he just pumps his cum into? Huh?”
It started as a couple ring, but now it had turned into a wedding ring.
In fact, when he first gave it to her, it had such a luxurious design that anyone would think it was a wedding ring, and it must have been expensive. It was excessive, but she didn’t bother to argue. Why did she only realize his true intentions today?
He cursed and bit her lip. He grabbed her hair, and his saliva poured into her throat until it hurt. Like someone who had to drink it to survive, she swallowed the saliva he gave her and sucked on their intertwined tongues. A faint smell of cigarettes and the lingering scent of perfume reached her nose, washing over her like waves.
“I guess I love you or something. I guess that’s it. But damn it, what if I do love you? Are you going to run away or something? You’re acting all high and mighty with your legs spread.”
“Is love an emotion that can be defined so simply, like turning it on and off?”
“Damn it, if it were that simple, I would have grabbed you and dragged you away the moment I saw you. Other women flaunt their pussies and beg for cum inside, but I’m begging you to let me impregnate you. Is that normal?”
“...You never begged. You forced me.”
“Just take it as it is and move on. You always have to nitpick. Now open your mouth.”
Their lips were locked together, and his tongue roamed all over her mouth as if they were having a group sex session. Thick saliva dripped down her throat like a sticky spider web. Like a rutting bitch, she accepted the secretions he gave her and kissed him. He didn’t let go. Eating and eating, clinging to him like someone who sustained their life with his saliva.
Song-ah, returning from the library in a pickup truck and opening the front door, found Cha Geon-ju about to leave the living room.
“Oh, you’re back?”
“Where’s Jong-seop?”
“In the bedroom. He doesn’t seem to be feeling well. I’ve known him for over ten years, arguing about whose balls are bigger, and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s the kind of guy who’d still fuck the girls who came to him even after getting stabbed. He’s so tough, even ghosts wouldn’t take him.”
“Where does he hurt? Is it, like, a knife wound?”
“No, it’s just a bad cold. But I’ve been seeing a lot of strange things lately. It’s shocking enough that Kim Jong-seop is obsessed with one woman, but seeing him laid out like this is even more surprising. I’m leaving. Give him a quick wipe down or something.”
Saying he was leaving, Cha Geon-ju walked towards the front door. The living room, filled with silence, was left with only her anxious breathing. Song-ah went into the bedroom and approached Kim Jong-seop, who was lying on the bed.
He was naked, or at least his upper body was, and beads of sweat were glistening between his firm muscles. He was a man who boasted enough stamina to complete a three-day, three-night sex marathon with her without batting an eye. Even when she was hospitalized with vaginal spasms, he was perfectly fine.
The expensive mattress was crushed under the weight and strength of his muscles; his muscular strength and physical power were beyond question. She thought he was a muscle-bound Terminator, but it seemed he was human after all.
Song-ah gently touched the man’s forehead. It was definitely warmer than usual. She had never taken care of anyone or nursed someone who was sick, so she didn’t know what to do in this situation.
She soaked a washcloth in warm water and returned to the bedroom to wipe his upper body when suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. She looked up in surprise and met his gaze.
“What are you doing?”
His voice was hoarse and very low. Even in his weakened state, Kim Jong-seop ran a hand through his hair and reached for the console, seemingly looking for cigarettes. When she grabbed his hand and gently placed it back at his side, his eyebrows furrowed and turned towards her.
“What are you doing? You’ve been doing this for a while now.”
“You need to lie still to recover quickly. You’re sick from overexertion. How can you get better if you keep moving?”
“Are you in a position to worry about me? You’re the one who collapses after one round of fucking. And why are you glaring at me?”
“Watch your language.”
“Fuck that.”
“You keep...”
When Song-ah pushed Jong-seop’s chest down to force him to lie down, he chuckled. “With your weak body and pale wrists, you complain about pain even if I hold you gently, and you’re worrying about me? I just had a bit of a rough time due to back to back business trips and working at the site, but you’re treating me like a sick person.”
Yoon Song-ah, who brought a wet rag from somewhere, is wiping his body. What a pretty girl, always doing cute things.
“You think you’re really cleaning if you wipe like that? Try cleaning my dick. And make sure you clean the wrinkles on my balls properly.”
His glaring eyes were a sight to behold. She had that “I shouldn’t have bothered” look. Yoon Song-ah, who reveals everything in her expressions, is quite cute. Even if she’s a girl with many scars who cut her wrists twice, she’s still twenty.
She wiped his black, erect, and disgustingly shiny dick, but it wasn’t quite working.
“Throw away that rag and use your mouth. That’s how you can clean the wrinkles on my balls properly.”
“Are you out of your mind? Are you really sick?”
“You still think I’m in my right mind?”
Song-ah frowned, speechless.
“I wouldn’t be doing this if I were in my right mind. If I were, I would have fucked you already.”
“......”
“Why, were you worried? Looks like you really were.”
Unlike her usual self, when she would have vehemently denied it, Yoon Song-ah just stares at him silently. Even then, he wouldn’t easily admit that he was worried, the expensive bitch. That’s why he was even more anxious. Kim Jong-seop, the mighty one, felt like his heart was melting, his lips parched.
If nothing else, she was born to make a man’s heart ache.
“Your husband won’t die.”
“Who said I was worried? A man even ghosts find too disgusting to take.”
He was oddly satisfied that she didn’t refute the term “husband” he used. If they were going to live together, rubbing shoulders and fucking, for the rest of their lives, what choice did she have? After sucking his cum that much, marriage was a given. Jong-seop, using his illogical reasoning, pulled Song-ah, who was awkwardly holding a towel, close.
Song-ah, who had fallen against his abs, rolled her eyes. He was annoyed by the composure that always covered Yoon Song-ah like scales. Peeling away her outer layer like fruit skin and revealing her inner self was one of the easiest things he did in the world. What’s so difficult about it? Pulling out her fingernails one by one and twisting her toes would make her true self pop out before even a full rotation. But he couldn’t do that to his woman, and things based on affection were difficult for that reason. You couldn’t just beat and coerce your way to a solution.
In that sense, Jong-seop genuinely enjoyed the moments when Yoon Song-ah, who always maintained her composure, was flustered and didn’t know what to do.
“Wipe off your cold sweat properly. You’ll get even hotter.”
If he took ten steps at once, Yoon Song-ah took one step with ten breaths. Slow and steady, but she was still heading towards him. Even if it was slow, she silently walked beside him, step by step. When he reached out his hand, she silently held it tightly with her small hand.
Sometimes she looked up at him with worried eyes, sometimes she smiled brightly during dates, and sometimes she glared at him, tearing those pretty eyes apart, for disturbing her studies. Sometimes, he was anxious that Yoon Song-ah, who was so radiant and dazzling compared to him, might disappear in an instant.
He insisted that she felt the same way, that this was love, that she loved him too, but Yoon Song-ah didn’t resist or refute. He took her silence as an unspoken answer, that although she was slower than him, who was always fast, they would eventually reach the same pace. Even if the speed was different, they would match their steps, he arbitrarily concluded.
“Did you eat porridge?”
“Show me your pussy.”
Even her cursing with her eyes is cute, damn it.
“Haa. You need to eat something to feel better. After you eat… First, eat.”
When he looked at Yoon Song-ah, his impulses were always sudden. There was only one way to express the overwhelming passion that rushed towards him. He pulled Song-ah’s head back and kissed her. He expressed his desire for her earnestly, in the only way he knew how.
Then, Yoon Song-ah groped for his shoulder with her small hand and supported herself. He knew that this was also her way of expressing her feelings. Little by little, she followed him, opening her body to him.
He didn’t have the patience to wait for her slow pace. Yoon Song-ah was cautious and prudent in everything. He understood her personality, but he was still impatient. He needed to show her the feelings that filled him to an overwhelming extent, threatening to burst at any moment. She, who was being pulled almost by the collar, barely managed to keep up with his rhythm.
Yoon Song-ah shuddered her hips, as if anticipating a long session of sex.
Jong-seop let go of the reins and unleashed his coiled desire into her hot mouth.
His anxiety was all in vain. She was his woman, whom he would protect and who would bear his children.
If he said so, then it was so. His woman, who was tamed by his cock before any other bastard could touch her.
His woman, whose pussy texture was shaped with the ridges of Kim Jong-seop’s cock.
His, who couldn’t escape, filled with Kim Jong-seop’s cock, unable to be eaten by any other bastard.
Once he found the answer, the fatigue that had been deeply rooted in every corner of his body vanished.
Song-ah, overwhelmed by the kiss, drooled like she was squirting vaginal fluid and hugged him tightly.
Because of his hasty nature, her underwear was torn again during the kiss. Thwack, the sound of fabric tearing was heard. As soon as she lost her bra, which had served its purpose, his large hand covered her breast, replacing the bra cup. No matter how big his hand was, it couldn’t fully cover her milk carriers, which were close to full term.
As he put it, her breasts were always in a full-term state, but lately, the nipples had become more pronounced, and the areola, with the nipple erect in the center, had risen like a steeple, making them even larger.
This was also one of the symptoms that usually occurred before menstruation. So, she hadn’t thought much of it.
“Haa, huh… uh-huh.”
With her panties pushed aside, he roughly rubbed his shaft against her and then started fucking her. She was pushed down onto the bed sheets, submitting to him without resistance.
Slap, slap, slap, the sound of white vaginal fluid and vaginal secretions meeting was loud, like a pounding rhythm. The sound of his pounding, like a pestle, into her deep crevice was truly scandalous. Since Song-ah was the only one bearing the brunt of the pounding, it was an unfair exercise. His thrusting, in and out, ran wild like a wild horse across her pussy field. No matter how much they fucked, there was no deceleration, only acceleration, making her vagina, which held his mighty cock, feel like it was melting away. He was right. Was there really a guarantee that her uterus wouldn’t be damaged?
Her deep vagina, with its unique resonance, echoed the impact.
Thump, thump-thump, squelch, creak. If there were technical points for fucking, Kim Jong-seop would receive a perfect score and even bonus points. The gold medalist shook his cock and effortlessly climbed the slope, reaching the summit. Jong-seop pounded his cock into her concave-convex vagina for his own pleasure, striking the inner flesh that wrapped around his head.
“Aah! Aah-aah, aah! Ah-huh, huh!”
“Does oppa’s cock taste good? Pretty girl, stay still, don’t clench your clam too much.”
He spiced up his pounding with dirty talk. Her ample breasts punched the air, and her nipples drummed against his chest.
“Uh-huh! Aah, aah-aah! Haa-aah, aah!”
Every time he ruthlessly entered and exited her pussy, loosening her vaginal sphincter, Song-ah felt like the inside of her head was melting like glue. He tilted her womb and stirred her cervix recklessly, and eventually, her eyes rolled up and her focus was lost from the rhythmic tempo.
He implanted himself deep into her vagina like his life depended on it, expanding her pussy.
“Whoa, ah, aah, aah-ah, haa-aah-aah!”
Jong-seop was extremely pleased with her expression, her eyelids rolling back as if she had taken some kind of drug.
“Do you like it? Your expression right now is killing me. Are you dying because I’m fucking you, baby?”
“Aah! Hah, uh! Aah!”
The repetition of the movement, the meaty volume scraping down her vaginal walls, and then the glans re-entering and pushing up through her vaginal canal.
In fact, Kim Jong-seop’s personal hole had already reached a saturation point of climax from the brutal pounding. He knew that. He knew he was dealing with a pussy with a low tolerance. He knew she’d quickly reach orgasm and piss herself if he just poked her wet hole a little.
Knowing this, he still thrust his cock in. He jammed his cock in, carving yin and yang patterns into her vaginal walls. He ruthlessly parted her familiar double doors and plunged his cock in.
Even though it was the same side dish he ate every day, it was a chewy pussy flavor that always rinsed his throat with a new taste.
“Aah, aah, ah, haa-aah, ah! No, no, ah, no, aah!”
Her pussy, trying to avoid his angry cock, tightened around his shaft, demanding he leave. As if trying to suffocate him, he easily neutralized her desperate defense and forcibly violated her. The inner flesh of her pussy, pushing back the head of his cock, still protesting, was heartbreaking. He rummaged through her passage, pierced her golden road in one go, and devoured her cervix. Just as he was ruthlessly moving his hips, showing off his power,
“Uhh, aah, aah-uh-uh, aah-aah-aah!”
Her cervix, having easily surpassed its limit, climaxed, and her labia clapped up and down from the pressure of his cock.
Song-ah, her jaw trembling and thrown back, kicked her legs up into the air like an overturned frog. Warm, yellowish fluid began to pour out from between the tightly locked seams. While soaking his pubic hair and coloring his abs amber, her cum-catcher hole tightly gripped his cum reservoir. It was a commendable signal to ejaculate into her womb. As the urine subsided, a stream of ivory-mixed arousal fluid surged. Jong-seop, moving his testicles, stopped short of releasing his seed and brought his face to her opening, which was discharging through the opened floodgate.
He could practically see her expression, disheveled with shock.
Jong-seop washed his face in the fluid that slapped his lips and happily put his tongue to her urethra.
This relationship isn’t just what it seems.
He was anxious that his ejaculation might stop. He buried his face as if diving under a natural waterfall for a long time. After all, Yoon Song-ah held the reins in this entire relationship. She was the one who begged during sex, but he was the one who was restless, anxious that she might leave him, that this pussy might end up in another man’s mouth. He willingly used her juices as a skin cleanser and rinsed his face.
Disappointed by the diminishing flow, he licked her wet labia like licking an empty rice bowl. As he wiped the dripping fluid, he buried his lips in her thickened, darker labia minora.
He put his tongue between her labia, scooping out and eating her secretions, and licked her enlarged clitoral hood, which was even more swollen than usual. He waded through the accumulated arousal fluid, splashing around, then lifted her plump ass and delved into her wrinkled folds.
He diligently licked the arousal fluid that stretched to her anus, sucking the seminal residue tangled in the layers of wrinkles. Her asshole, which didn’t smell even though she was about to have a bowel movement, fluttered coyly. Perhaps because he licked it so often, the texture was also firm. He couldn’t resist and pushed his tongue through her sphincter. The immense anal pressure crushed his tongue and demanded he leave immediately. Nevertheless, intense satisfaction overwhelmed him. Since she was terrified of him inserting and thrusting two fingers, he soothed his frustration like this for now.
“Show me your asshole properly.”
Knowing that her ass would be his cock’s next destination if she didn’t listen, Yoon Song-ah complied.
He licked her plump ass and asked in a hoarse voice.
“Your period?”
“Hah, hoo, huh-huh, ha, it’s about time, huh.”
“It’s been way past due, hasn’t it? Aren’t you pregnant?”
Her breath hitched. A strange silence settled in the air, filling the space.
Instinctively, she groped for her lower abdomen, her dewy eyelids blinking.
The possibility that a baby might have arrived.
Song-ah, her body disheveled from the intense sex, sat up.
Jong-seop, who had asked if she was pregnant, was busy making a hair parting in her pubic hair, sweeping it to one side.
“You can barely give birth to my cock, how are you going to give birth to a baby?”
“…Maybe not.”
“Maybe so.”
He leisurely got up and headed to the bathroom. Embraced by him, heading to the bathroom, Song-ah touched her breasts, which were fuller than usual.
“There must be a reason why your breasts are bigger. They’re already the size of a cow, would they increase for no reason? Why is your labia darker, the color so ripe? Ah, I’m getting hard again.”
“It’s normal before my period.”
“Bullshit. I know how accurate your cycle is. Get on all fours and lift your ass.”
“Stop it, already. Aren’t you tired?”
It was a serious question. Doesn’t this man ever get tired? They eat the same thing, how can only he be in heat 365 days a year? He must be crazy.
“I really won’t do anything. I’ll just lick.”
Turning around, Song-ah glared at him. Would he really keep his word? Seeing her disbelief, he smiled and soothed her.
“Really, really, baby. I’m serious. I’ll only use my tongue, only my tongue.”
“If you use anything other than your tongue, give me the house deed.”
Puh-ha, laughing, he covered his eyes with one hand and laughed.
“Yes, I’ll give it all to you. Anything else you need?”
“You’re annoying.”
Holding onto the bathtub, Song-ah lifted her ass and bent her upper body. His lust rekindled, he began to diligently lick the birth canal where their child would emerge in ten months.
“Aah!”
A head-spinning pleasure, the beginning of an orgasm with no end in sight, clung to her once again.
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