He felt it again. The beast that had never been satisfied. Still unfulfilled in its thirst and hunger. Step by step, it crept closer, baring its teeth.
Oscar let out a languid smile and lifted his eyes.
Her panting breath was still uneven. Her hands fumbled at the robe, trying to hold it closed.
He had heard she was unsuited for this sort of work of being a prostitute, but perhaps she was the most intelligent prostitute.
Heat climbed his throat and finally flared. Oscar pulled her closer. Her body felt thin, almost weightless, like something that could snap with the slightest force. His engorged met her lady parts.
Their distance vanished.
Seo-ah’s legs, which had been hovering awkwardly, folded against the sofa. Her knees touching the backrest, and a fruit-like peak formed at the edge of her lips.
Even the small tremors along her skin were visible at this range. Oscar could even see the goosebumps on her skin.
He laughed softly.
“As much as my nights have become unbearable, yours will be miserable.”
He leaned toward her as if to kiss her. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he touched the tip of her breast, more provocation than affection.
At that moment, cold hands suddenly cupped his face. Seo-ah had grabbed him without thinking. She sat on his lap and Oscar stilled. He disliked anything above his head. Yet strangely, he didn’t pull away. He was fully satisfied now.
As Oscar raised his eyes languidly, Seo-ah grabbed his head in reflex and opened her mouth. Oscar, still in that same tilted position, commanded.
“Let go.”
His voice was flat.
Her face hardened. Her fingers loosened immediately.
He chuckled under his breath and slowly licking her nipple.
“Ah, I…”
She squirmed, wanting to retreat but unable to move. She could only tremble, unable to pull away or to touch.
The more she did, the more he persistently licked her nipple, as if punishing that stillness. He toyed and toyed with her swollen breast with his tongue and lips until the soft flesh became hard, as if aroused.
Oscar toyed with her with the intention of making her more miserable, but at some point, the intention vanished, and only a fool blindly sucking her breast remained.
His hands, which had been caressing Seo-ah’s smooth back, gripped her rounded buttocks, and the man who had been panting between her swollen breasts soon ravenously explored her lips. Then, instinctively, he touched her secret entrance, wanting to thrust inside. Clumsy. Rough. Thoughtless.
Then—
“……”
The woman who had been squirming stopped, and the man who had been desperately trying to mate with her also stopped. For a second, everything stalled.
Oscar saw his reflection in her clear eyes.
His reflection in her innocent eyes was nothing short of a rutting bastard. Clear. Unprotected. And what stared back at him looked no different from an animal. Oscar smiled languidly.
Then, unlike before, he parted her wet entrance with his thumb and middle finger. So that’s what I look like. His hand moved again, testing the last of her resistance. And he pushed one knuckle into the parted opening.
Oscar was so aroused, so she could not be like this until the end.
As his fingertips, pushing further, met resistance, her face contorted for the first time. Seo-ah flinched sharply. Pain crossed her face for the first time. She bit her lip, and Oscar’s lower abdomen burned.
The passage, as if it had never known any penetration, was too narrow to swallow even one finger. Oscar, with slow movements, swirled his hot, narrow fingers in a circle. As his fingers stretched the circular path, her flat stomach and rounded breasts rose and fell rapidly.
In a world that appeared flushed red, Oscar pushed his finger, which was tightly held, a little deeper.
“Ah… it hurts.”
“……”
“It hurts… Your Excellency…”
Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks.
Oscar, who found no scent pleasant except for the acrid smoke of cigarettes, scowled at the sweet fragrance filling his head. It was impossible for such a scent to suddenly appear.
Yet, the form of lust evoked inexplicable things.
Oscar swallowed the woman's tear-filled lips. At the same time, he pulled the recoiling woman body tightly against him and plunged deeper into the moist place, towards where she too would finally break. His knuckles reached the entrance, going as far as the length could. It was at a moment when he pressed and pressed the hot, yielding muscle, which had no hardness anywhere.
Suddenly, he felt it. A moisture at his fingertips.
Water, making the slippery softer and clearing the path a little more easily, seeped from the deepest part, wetting his fingers.
Oscar pulled away his lips that had been pressed together.
The woman dry lips were completely wet and glistening with whose saliva, Oscar didn't know, and her dry nether regions were also wet. Her pale face was flushed. Her eyes unfocused, as though she had already retreated somewhere far away.
Oscar swallowed a languid breath. And when he looked at her again, he muttered involuntarily.
“I’m going crazy.”
The abyss Oscar had pierced seemed more interesting than he thought. Yes, perhaps this was where he belonged.
He withdrew his hand, which had been thrust deep.
Then, without ceremony, lifted her and laid her down on the sofa.
Against the backdrop of her hair spread across the sofa like waterweed, she looked almost like an offering laid out before him. Looking down from above was easier than looking up.
Oscar drew back his eager throbbing thrust, breath heavy, the last restraint in him already gone. His desire throbbed with a dull, impatient heat. And with his hand, still slick with arousal fluid, he stroked his veined manhood up and down.
She followed his movement with her brown eyes. Then, as if realizing what was about to happen, her gaze snapped upward.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That… well…”
Oscar smiled faintly. Then, grasping his desire, which was flowing like a leaky faucet, with one hand, he lowered his body. He brought the blunt tip of his hardness to the narrow path, which had felt like it would shatter with just one finger.
The sound of his own breathing filled his ears. “Haa…”
He lowered himself again, closing the distance between them. The moment he felt the moist, clinging at the thin tip, it felt like sticky lava instantly swept through him from head to toe. Just touching it made his reason melt away.
The moment their bodies touched, heat shot through him so abruptly that his thoughts scattered.
Reason dissolved first.
Oscar held his thick manhood with one hand and rubbed its tip against the deep entrance.
“Ah…!”
He tested the space between them, slow at first.
Then slower still.
Slippery fluids mixed, and the soft skins lightly rubbed against each other. Oscar realized. It was too late. There was no turning back. Irreversible.
He whispered softly to the woman, who instinctively recoiled from the unfamiliar sensation.
“If you’re sorry,” he murmured,
“……”
“Endure it.”
The both of them wet. Yet, insertion was not easy. Little by little, the constricting muscles and the expanding muscles clung together tightly, as if one body. His whole body felt like it was melting in molten metal and evaporating. The only instinct controlling his mind was the one to enter all the way. Even so, not once did he look away.
She was truly enduring as told.
Tears flowed without even gathering. She bit her lip hard enough to leave marks, suppressing any moans. He could see her holding her breath with each thrust.
“Ah, uh… uh.”
“You listen so well now,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “So why didn’t you listen before?”
“…Haa…”
“Right?”
With a flex of her supple waist, his half-inserted member was felt to thrust in once more.
“Haa…”
Both of them were trembling. Progress came only little by little, resistance clinging tight as if rejecting him.
A sharp jolt tore through him, darkening his vision for a second. Pleasure, crude and overwhelming, crashed through his limbs, spread through his entire body in an instant. The feast of pleasure racing from head to toe was damnably good. The woman's interior, which felt like it would crush his own, her perfectly swollen breasts, the small breaths that occasionally escaped as she tried to endure—everything was maddening.
Her slender waist, composed entirely of muscle without a trace of fat, began to move rapidly and flexibly. Then, as he dug a little deeper, Oscar’s movements paused for a moment.
Oscar, holding the armrest of the sofa with one hand and her waist tightly with the other, closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled deeply.
It was impossible to know who the curses he spat out were directed at.
Simply, after finishing his muttered curses, Oscar released the armrest and gripped her waist with his other hand. Then, he pushed himself up and began to gallop like a stud.
“Ahk…”
The wet sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the spacious room.
He galloped and galloped without end. He was so engrossed in thrusting like a beast driven by lust, he didn't know if there was an end, or what its purpose might be.
His heart felt like it would burst, and with it, rough breaths surged into his throat as if he were about to vomit. He couldn't stop, even as sweat dripped down his chin. The tight, hot interior gripped and stretched his manhood with such precision that with every thrust of his hips, all the pleasure in the world seemed to strike his veins.
The world narrowed, as if only the woman and himself remained. After running endlessly like this, he felt the end. Oscar withdrew his member from the tight passage. Then, leaning over her like a falling body, he rapidly moved his member on her pale, flat stomach.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Veins bulged in his neck, and his face contorted. A growling moan surged from his belly, and it felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his lower abdomen, causing veins to bulge over his hip bones.
His hand movements quickened.
Even so, Oscar gazed at the woman, who seemed to have been sculpted by his desire. The terrifying impulse to impose his lust upon her innocent face surged, and he felt his sordid desire exiting through the narrow passage.
The world distorted. In the distorted world, he discharged his sordid desire.
“Kkrrk…”
In the dark, cold room, lit by a single dim light.
The breaths of the master of the mansion who had discharged his lust and the stranger who had been covered in it continued for a long time, each at a different rhythm.
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