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How to Subdue a Woman You Despise 272

How to Subdue a Woman You Despise 272

Chapter 272 – 272. Obsession (7)

I can’t breathe.

My breathing becomes difficult while performing extreme choreography on stage.

After the performance is over, you feel so overwhelmed with emotion that you find it hard to breathe.

Completely different from the suffocation I felt when faced with pure malice pouring down on me.

My airway was simply blocked, so I couldn’t breathe in or out.

It’s as if the choker that was put on me is shrinking and strangling my neck.

I was overcome with the feeling that my head was floating, and all I could make was a sound.

There was nothing but obscene sounds coming from the other side of the mouth like crazy.

Even though it is clearly being violated violently.

Strangely, it didn’t hurt.

“… Flaw. Sigh…”

I was losing my breath to the point where I couldn’t even hear the sound of metal, and then fresh air gradually entered my head, confusing my senses.

His heaviness digging into me ignorantly.

My breasts were not shaped like beautiful water droplets, but were distorted like kneaded bread dough and sticking out between my fingers.

His thick hands slowly released my airway and instead crushed my uterus through the flap, leaving red marks.

One by one, it fills my brain like a terrifying wave of water, destroying my ability to breathe once again.

It’s as if you lost your footing and fell into the water, and even if you struggle to get to the surface and take a breath, you can’t see clearly.

The voices around me calling me, the hands holding me to save me.

It’s like everything is mixed up, and you can’t tell them apart.

Sight, pain, touch, and hearing are mixed.

My mind was only coming to the conclusion that I was being violated.

“Ugh…, Keheek, keek…”

The strange sensation is unpleasant, so I instinctively take a deep breath to somehow get oxygen into my head, but then I suddenly hear myself coughing.

Even though he must be looking at me chuckling, he doesn’t stop and stirs me up to his heart’s content.

I guess not strangling him again was the only mercy.

Instead, his brother-in-law bent down and took the breast that had been squeezed to the point of pain in his mouth.
Unlike usual, I bring my teeth to the outside of the areola.

It sucked my fruit deeply, leaving red marks even on the unripe parts.

“Hehe…, Kek, heh, heh…”

My palm, which was supposed to push away the man who was treating me so roughly, instinctively wrapped my brother-in-law’s head and embraced him affectionately.

It’s as if a maternal love that never existed at this young age suddenly appeared.

While hugging my brother-in-law who was persistently sucking my breast, I raised my nails and left a scar on his neck similar to the one on my chest.

It’s definitely going to hurt, but there’s no time to think about that.

Carving marks similar to his teeth digging into my breasts.

The deeper his cock penetrates inside me.

Leaving a deeper, indelible mark of his fingernails.
As vision gradually separates from touch, I feel myself coming into focus, albeit vaguely.

“…”

From where.

… No, since I met my brother-in-law.

I checked the timid eyes of my sister whom I had not seen for a while.

Then, looking at his crazy eyes covering my retina.

This time, I closed my eyelids of my own volition, leaving my vision dark.

I moved the arm that was wrapped around his shoulder to under his armpit, this time carving fine scratch marks on the large backplate.

The weight of him pressing down on me with his whole body.

“Keup…” Uh, uh… !”

… I couldn’t really endure it.

Just.

I just accepted it.

Paang, paang, paang.

Faster and faster, as if my breath is running out.

Like symbols on sheet music that I’m sure I learned but can’t remember.

Squeak, squeal, squeak.

Every time, I personally felt the annoying sound that seemed like an auditory hallucination from upstairs.

I leave everything to the person who violated me.

I am stuck in a position where I am not the one handling the instrument,

It was played to him.

I am the instrument.

He is the player.

“… Phaak, ah, oh… Hook…”

As my fingers vibrated the strings, I became dizzy from the vulgar sound resonating.

In the end, the string that was vibrating violently suddenly broke.

I hold in my mouth the terrible sound that comes out when the string breaks.

The sharp rope that bounced left an indelible mark on his shoulder for a while.

“Ah…, Eww…”

I cried, cried, and took everything that was pouring out of him into me.

It wasn’t until my entire body became filled with moisture that the sound cracked, and I couldn’t play anymore.

… It was only then that I realized that the person who played for me was also panting.

“… Huh…”

Stick out your tongue, the only one that can move.

I accepted his sigh.

“Ugh…, Inhale, … Be…”

His and my breath mix together and flow out of my mouth.

Even inside, his and my bodily fluids mix and leak out.

Even after pouring out as much as he wanted, my player still looked at me with an angry expression on his face.

Now, without being careful, I pulled out the cable plugged into the amplifier, looked at the audience who were frightened by the violent and messy performance for a moment, and then picked up the instrument again.

He turned over the half-broken instrument and pounded on the amplifier as if to check if it was broken.

“Sigh…”

Perhaps because he thought it was broken, he struck the instrument hard until it was fixed.

After seeing that there was barely any sound, I smiled and plugged the cable back into the amplifier.

… This time, it’s like playing a cello.

Holding his neck from behind, stroking his lower abdomen as if rubbing a bow.
I started playing an instrument called ‘Seo Ye-eun’ again.

This time, it was a little less violent than before, and the music was relatively calm.

While I’m playing, I can’t think about anything but music.

My mind felt at ease.

**

… I could do it too.

No, to be precise, I already did it.

Even worse than that.

I have already experienced cruel things.

I’m sure you can do it now.

If only he wanted it.

“Hehe…”

Even though he didn’t just close his eyes, Ye-eun lost focus and was already fading away, leaving red marks all over his body.
He’s too shallow to be an idol.

She looks quite noble for a prostitute.

As I watched her being defiled by my master, I bit my lip with mixed feelings.

“Whoa…”

“… Eww…”

His movements, which had been shaking his hips like crazy, gradually become calmer, and eventually, after pouring out his desires, he slowly hardens.

Ye-eun, who had been violently violated, also turned bright red here and there, fell down on the bed and lost her voice.

I couldn’t participate in that dangerous scene, so I just watched from outside.

In his eyes, I saw reason slowly returning instead of instinct.

I quickly run to him and cool his hot body with my body temperature.

“… “You can’t do this to me?”

“Uh.”

“Why. … “If you ask me to do it, I will do it.”

“… “I don’t want to do that.”

Stroking his dangerously twitching cock, I hoped he would fuck me like he had fucked my brother.

However, he stroked my hair using reason instead of instinct.

… Not like someone who wanted revenge on me and tried to take my virginity and threaten me.

As if he loves me.

Pretending to be a lover rather than a master.

With the same lips that bit my younger brother, he kissed my cheek.

“… “Isn’t it because you like Ye-eun better?”

“No. … “I can do this because I don’t like it.”

“You used to do this to me too, right?”

“Back then…, I didn’t like it very much.”

“… I see.”

He doesn’t like my brother.

He loved me.

… So much so that he is reluctant to reveal all his desires.

But I didn’t like it.

I hoped that you would share your desires in the same way with me.

Because.

Because I’m telling him all my desires.

“Then lie down. … Because I’ll do whatever I want.”

“…”

There was no need for a prince on a white horse in my life.

If I were to be specific, what I wanted was a villain who could destroy anything.

I hated the world where everyone tried to do anything just because I looked sexy.

But I didn’t want to succeed just because I looked sexy.

… Like the guy lying down next to me.

I wanted to be.

I had that thought before him.

“You’re not going to say you can’t do it, right? … Because we did that in Japan too.”

“… Yes.”

“Cock… “There’s no need to stop.”

No matter how much I think about it, Yeeun isn’t much better than me.

Hinami, who isn’t here, isn’t particularly better than me.

It was so unfair,

My master made me not feel unfair.

A man who is so pretty and good-looking that even young children cling to him because he wants to have them.

Just by lying on the sofa, he gets horny and starts teasing me, then he can’t stand it and attacks me.

Sometimes, they tenderly take care of my life.

… It was so thrilling.

“… Ha…”

“…”

When I posted a picture of me flirting with Joo Hyuk on Instagram, the comments that came up were thrilling.

The comments ridiculing me and Joo-hyuk for being ugly were just funny, and the comments praising me for looking good enough were enough to make me watch them again and again.

I now enjoy the malicious comments and sexual harassment that come out all the time.

Every time those guys who couldn’t touch my fur started talking all kinds of nonsense, I could just laugh it off because I knew how happy the owner would be.

Sometimes, when I went to meet my friends, I liked the strange looks they gave me.

I had no idea why he was talking so much about having sex with his boyfriend to me, who has never had a boyfriend before.

It’s so funny that now when I act like I’m embarrassed and slurp my words, they get even more embarrassed.

“… “If you lose your erection, I’ll kill you, do you know?”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t matter if you mess with him, but as long as you don’t mess with me…, Absolutely not.”

But all of this.

… Feelings that can only be achieved if he is obsessed with me.

It doesn’t really matter whether there is a second, third, fourth, tenth, or hundredth time.

It doesn’t matter as long as I’m the first.

All the things you do for other kids.

Do it for me too.

“… Hey.”

“… You like it, things like this.”

Strangle me like this.

Hit me hard, so it leaves marks on my ass.

Leave a mark of your lips on my heart too.

Me…

Make a mess.

You really.

If you love me.

How to Subdue a Woman You Despise

How to Subdue a Woman You Despise

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Status: Ongoing Author: , Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
A life ruined,
and how to pay her back for ruining mine.

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