Chapter 74: No One Would Save Me

I finally let the tension drain from my eyes. Yoon Heesung understood what I meant without trouble. The zipper slid down. Then a body, hot as if it had been heated, pressed against me from behind.

“Heeuw, aheuu…”

“Ha…”

Yoon Heesung let out a sigh-like moan. His long c*ck rubbed against my crease, slick with lube. Already fully hard, it was dripping fluid. Every time he rubbed against me, a shameful squelch echoed.

Then the thick glans nudged at my entrance. I tensed my lower back. The urge to have something push in and scratch that itchy spot, and the fear that it shouldn’t go any further, hit me at the same time.

But even so, what was the point of holding out? Everything would go the way Yoon Heesung wanted anyway.

‘…Had my will even been part of how we’d ended up here?’

“Ack!”

“Not focusing?”

“Heeuw, s-sorry.”

I felt my scalp burn. Yoon Heesung had grabbed my hair, then let go. It lasted only a moment, but it was enough to shock me. Tears came again.

‘Right. He was capable of this. I knew that.’

“Stick out your tongue.”

“Eung…”

I obediently stuck out my tongue. It trembled in the open air. Yoon Heesung licked it with his own, wrapped his mouth around it, then pulled it into his mouth and sucked. Afraid my tongue might get pulled out, I pressed my head closer. He gladly took my lips, chewed on them, then turned his attention to my chin, scraping over my cheeks and nose without pattern. Like an animal marking its territory. He never stopped thrusting gently below.

“Heeung… ah…”

Then, just as he took my lower lip into his mouth again, the c*ck rubbing against my hole shifted its angle. My head went hazy, maybe from lack of oxygen. I still hadn’t figured out what he was about to do.

“…!”

The thick glans forced its way between my clenched flesh. I couldn’t make a sound. My fingertips trembled. With his mouth over mine, I couldn’t even scream. I gripped the sink until my hands went white. My toes curled, the strength drained from my calves. But the stimulation went on. Tearing through the walls that clung to him, the c*ck slid in slowly. Long and thick, it didn’t seem to end. Then it caught on something and stopped.

“Uueung…”

I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. The two were too alike. I tried to pull my hips forward to escape, but Yoon Heesung had his arms locked tight around me. He even pushed his hips further, driving in deeper.

My mind went white. My body shook like I’d been electrocuted. My inner walls contracted hard, biting and tearing at his c*ck. I felt wetness spreading between my legs and realized I’d released something, but I couldn’t tell if it was urine, semen, or both. Even if I wanted to look, Yoon Heesung was still stealing my breath, so I couldn’t turn my head. Honestly, I didn’t really want to look anyway.

“Huu, eu, uueu…”

With my lips still sealed, I made muffled sounds. If I didn’t at least do that, I felt like I’d die.

Then a dull thud came from inside. The c*ck pushed through somewhere. My body arched back as if I’d been skewered. This time, Yoon Heesung let go of my lips.

“…Huaaah!”

My back bent wildly. The back of my head hit his shoulder. My eyes rolled halfway back. He’d gone too deep. My insides were going to break. I shook my head frantically.

“Pull, eu, pull out. Heeuw, this is, this is wrong.”

“Ah, f*ck. Yunwoo, you, you’re hard…”

“Heeuw, I said it’s wrong. Aah…”

Yoon Heesung pinched the tip of my c*ck, hard. The rough touch on my weak spot made me leak more tears. But somehow, he granted my wish. When he pulled his hips back, my insides felt hollow. Only then could I breathe properly.

But only for a moment.

“…Heut, ah, aheu!”

The c*ck I thought had left slammed back in. It struck my insides roughly and buried itself deep. My eyes flew open. A wet smack sounded from below as skin met skin. That wasn’t the end. Yoon Heesung kept thrusting without a pause, the c*ck moving in and out quickly, deeply.

Thud, smack, thud!

There was no gap between us below. He was buried to the root, his solid pelvis pressed against my ass, his heavy balls slapping my perineum. I flinched at every impact and looked down. But what caught my eye before the junction was my own bumpy belly. Each time he rammed in, my stomach bulged in different spots. It terrified me. It felt like my insides were being beaten. But even that shattered when Yoon Heesung pounded the deepest spot once more.

“Huaaah!”

I let out a strange cry and clenched my hole tight. My inner walls squeezed his c*ck and swallowed it. I couldn’t release the tension in my body.

“Hua, ah, haeut, eung, aah, ah!”

It felt like something was attached to that spot. Trembling, I tried to put strength in my waist, hoping to dull the stimulation even a little. This intense pleasure, felt for the first time, was too frightening.

“Heok, heok… haa…”

Yoon Heesung’s ragged, aroused breathing reached my ear. My face flushed hot. I didn’t need to look to picture his expression. He was probably twisting that pretty face of his. I’d seen his orgasm face many times before, but it never got easier to handle, just like his smile. I kept my head bowed and took his c*ck.

He kept thrusting in short, sharp strokes. He pulled out as if shaking off my sticky insides, then rammed back in roughly. My body swayed with the violent, fierce rhythm.

Then a hand reached around to my front. One hand grabbed my chest, the other gripped my c*ck like a pinch.

“Heeuw…!”

“Ah, it’s so hot in there… My c*ck is going to melt… haa…”

Yoon Heesung squeezed my chest until it flattened. My nipples popped out between his fingers. His other hand stroked my c*ck up and down fast. With his palm rubbing me quickly and his c*ck stirring my insides, I couldn’t think straight. My strength left me. I leaned my whole body against him and moaned. I accepted every stimulation, felt every caress.

Finally, my c*ck trembled and spilled semen. At the same moment, the c*ck buried inside me twitched and poured out its load.

“Ah, aheut! Eung!”

“Heok, heokeuk. Haa… keu…”

Hot fluid poured into my stomach. The ejaculation was long and heavy. My insides were soaked. That too was a sensation I’d never felt before in my life.

I opened my mouth wide. My c*ck kept releasing too. It looked less like ejaculating and more like leaking leftovers. A pale, cloudy fluid kept sputtering from the reddened tip. I choked up, wondering if something inside me had broken.

“Haa… You must have really enjoyed it. You came a lot.”

Yoon Heesung, as if to show off, swept his fingertip through my semen that had even splattered onto the mirror. Then he brought it to his mouth and licked it. I quickly looked down. Yoon Heesung, pleased, pressed his mouth all over my cheek. His hands couldn’t stay still. He stroked my chest, pressed on my lower belly to check that his c*ck was still inside me. He brushed my hair aside, kneaded my earlobe, and murmured.

“What do we do now? I don’t want to let you out anymore.”

…

At those words, the pleasure I’d felt moments ago faded like a lie.

If it was Yoon Heesung, he was more than capable of keeping me here and never letting me out. If it was Yoon Heesung, who always did things beyond imagination, he was more than capable of something that bizarre. If I were locked up here, who would save me?

‘…No one.’

…

And Yoon Heesung, as if he could see into my head, smiled at me prettily.

Last year we’d practically lived at the villa, but that was different from truly living together. Sharing the same space from morning to night, without a single day off, taught you a lot about a person. The Yoon Heesung I’d known vaguely was becoming more concrete.

He liked working out but didn’t do it every day. He’d take a few days off, but on weekends he always went. He always went early in the morning and came back, so by the time I woke up, his hair was already wet.

It bugged me a little that I couldn’t even leave this house while Yoon Heesung did whatever he wanted, but I didn’t bother saying it.

Today was the same.

“Sit down and eat.”

When I got up, Yoon Heesung had already set the table. Like at the villa, there was someone who cooked for us in this house, so all we had to do was reheat what was in the fridge. I’d never once seen their face, so they probably came and went without leaving a trace, just like at the villa.

When I sat down, Yoon Heesung sat across from me. He pointed to the seat beside me.

“Wear that.”

What he pointed at was… clothes. I quickly clutched the clothes to my chest.

“I can wear it…?”

“Yeah.”

Yoon Heesung rested his chin on his hand and smiled. I realized a beat too late how stupid my question was.

‘Can I wear it. As if any of this were normal. As if I needed his permission.’

Then again, since Yoon Heesung was the one ruling this house, maybe it wasn’t wrong. My emotions were wearing down day by day.

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