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Normally, he would’ve already forced his way past my rim, but today, he was strangely hesitant.
Having been fucked open countless times before, just having him in my ass wasn’t enough.
I deliberately let a pained expression flicker across my face, biting my lip hard—hoping to provoke him.
“Ha.”
Just as I expected. Han Jihyuk exhaled sharply before gripping my hips hard and slamming back in.
His cock battered against my tight ring, demanding entry.
“Hngh… Hah…!”
A stifled moan escaped me as the thick head ruthlessly hammered against my resistance.
He could’ve forced his way in already, but instead, he kept teasing—uncharacteristically hesitant.
Does he want me to clench around him?
Without thinking, I tightened my body, squeezing around him.
The way my walls fluttered against his cock was unmistakable.
“Tch…!”
A quiet groan came from above as I clenched down.
Then Han Jihyuk’s face dipped toward mine.
Instinctively, I parted my lips, and he pushed his tongue inside, as if pleased.
He explored every corner of my mouth, his tongue so deep I could feel saliva pooling in my throat.
My hands flew to his shoulders, gripping hard as his weight pressed me into the ground.
He drank in my breath before leaning even closer, leaving me no room to breathe.
My chest ached from the pressure.
His deep, piercing eyes never left mine.
Even as he fucked into me, even as he kissed me—his gaze was relentless, like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Hah… Nngh…!”
The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled my ears.
Han Jihyuk tangled his tongue with mine as he rocked his hips in shallow, rapid thrusts, teasing my rim without fully sheathing himself.
Even though I’d clenched around him, his monstrous cock still refused to push deeper.
Frustrated and dazed, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer before rolling my hips.
The moment I did, I felt his cock twitch inside me.
“…Fuck.”
Han Jihyuk, who had been kissing me like he never planned to stop, suddenly tore his mouth away with a curse.
His expression was wild, his restraint snapping.
With a rough exhale, he glared down at me before fucking into me brutally, one hand wrapping around my throat.
Schlick. Thud. Smack!
The lewd sounds of our bodies filled the air.
Every time he bottomed out, his pubic hair brushed against me, his heavy balls slapping my skin.
Then, with a final snap of his hips, he forced his way past my rim.
The thick head I’d only felt teasing before finally pushed inside, stretching my tight channel wide.
“Ah—Hah!”
I gasped as his fully hardened cock invaded my insides.
The way his ridges dragged against my walls was so vivid I could count every vein.
“Keep quiet. Unless you want everyone to see you getting fucked like a slut.”
His growl was a warning before he pulled out and slammed back in.
“Ah—!”
“I told you to shut up.”
When he realized I couldn’t hold back my sounds, he flipped me over onto my stomach.
The sudden movement made his cock grind deep inside me.
Another moan threatened to escape, but before it could, my face was shoved into the dirt.
The scent of grass filled my nose as I was pinned down, helpless against the brutal thrusts from behind.
“Ngh… Hah…!”
My muffled whimpers spilled out uncontrollably.
His large hand pressed hard against the back of my head, keeping me from lifting my face.
My back arched painfully, my body trembling under his relentless pace.
My shirt had ridden up, and my nipples rubbed raw against the rough grass with every movement.
“Hah… Nngh…!”
“Fuck…!”
It seemed Han Jihyuk was beyond aroused, judging by the stream of curses slipping from his lips.
His cock relentlessly drove into my colon, as if punishing me for making him wait.
Each thrust forced the forcibly stretched walls to cling and drag around him, my body yielding helplessly.
Words no longer reached me—only the sound of Han Jihyuk’s ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin filled my ears.
Thud. Smack.
He showed no sign of stopping, fucking into me with a stamina that defied reason.
Unlike usual, he hadn’t reached his limit yet—or maybe he was deliberately holding back.
“…Haah. I’m starting to really want his cum.”
I wasn’t the only one worked up.
My own arousal had climbed to unbearable heights, pleasure spiking sharply with every movement.
The sensation of being split open was vivid, pain and ecstasy bleeding together until they consumed my mind entirely.
I craved it—the scalding rush of his release flooding me, the ache of my stomach swelling tight with it.
Without thinking, I clenched down around him.
“Hngh—fuck…!”
Above me, Han Jihyuk’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deeper.
I realized he was close.
Desperate to keep him inside, I locked my muscles around him, earning another muffled curse.
Then—heat.
A thick, pulsing rush of cum slammed into my walls, knocking the air from my lungs.
The sensation of being filled to the brim left me gasping, my fingers and toes curling against the floor as my body trembled uncontrollably.
“Hah… ngh…!”
My stomach felt heavy, uncomfortably full.
More than usual.
Maybe the tension had pushed him further too.
“Haah.”
With a slow exhale, Han Jihyuk finally released my hips, letting my lower body collapse bonelessly to the floor.
His cock slid out, followed by a slow, sticky trickle of cum.
His gaze lingered on the mess between my legs before he wordlessly pushed a finger inside, scooping out what hadn’t spilled yet.
“Hh—!”
“Stay still. Unless you don’t want to keep it in.”
His cold command froze me in place as he worked his fingers, nails occasionally grazing oversensitive flesh.
Each drag pulled another broken sound from me.
“Tch. Of course a slut like you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round.”
His voice was icy.
When I lifted my head, his eyes were dark, his expression twisted despite having just come.
‘Well, of course. After watching me all day, who wouldn’t be pissed?’
The others hadn’t approached—not with so many of Center’s awakened nearby.
But Han Jihyuk had broken first.
Twice now, Park Jaerim and Seok Kiwoo had gotten too close, and the frustration was eating at him.
‘We’re not done yet.’
I wanted them restless. Agitated enough to lose control.
For now, they were holding back—less choking, less brutality—because they thought I was hurt.
‘That won’t do.’
This was all part of the plan, of course.
I’d expected their hesitation.
But they needed to break me further.
Only when they’d dragged me to the absolute bottom would the truth hit hardest.
A broken ankle wasn’t enough.
I’d orchestrate this until both were shattered.
Not because I wanted permanent damage—I healed too fast for that—but because it would bind us tighter, like a spider’s web.
Pain didn’t faze me anymore.
I could dull it now, distance myself like a spectator.
That was why I could endure whatever they did.
‘Koo Hyukjun won’t know what hit him.’
His experiments wouldn’t break me.
But I’d let him come close enough to regret everything.
For the grand finale, I needed the right players—Lee Hyeonjae, Park Jaerim, and Seok Kiwoo.
All three were already tangled in Koo Hyukjun’s leash. Perfect puppets.
‘This chance can’t slip away.’
As I lay there lost in thought, Han Jihyuk straightened his clothes and pulled out a small bottle, dousing my lower body with its contents.
A cleansing potion, probably.
The stickiness vanished instantly.
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