Chapter 125 – Voting Hosted by a Theme Park. 3 to 3
Once we’re alone, we have to start by taking control.
Dahong was determined not to be thought of as an easy or simple woman.
In Dahong’s opinion, all men have a weak spot, and if a woman doesn’t come out strong, she thinks she’s the center of the world.
I knew that this little pig would probably not be that different.
‘The dick is definitely quite amazing. I am also a person who knows how to admit what I must admit.’
I haven’t met that many men so far, but this pig’s cock was unrivaled.
Regardless of its disgusting smell, taste, or appearance, it is optimized for training the pussy, and it is the kind of cock that Dahong likes.
Just imagining it makes my mouth water and my pussy get hot.
But. But even so.
‘Doesn’t that mean you can be superior to me?’
Men often think that pussy training is an act in which the man has the absolute upper hand.
Of course, that is generally a correct statement, but Dahong could not tolerate generalizing that this was the case in all cases.
‘First, I need to properly suppress the momentum.’
In front of Dahong’s sharp personality, it doesn’t matter if they are men.
If you show the true face of a strong woman, such a loser will easily bend over.
We will have the upper hand just like we have done so far.
‘In the end, just like dating, pussy training is something where the man and woman have to be on the same page, right? There is no reason for a woman to bend down.’
It is a perfect theoretical armament.
Dahong truly thought so.
Right after entering our private space isolated from the outside world, we truly thought so until we were hit with a body blow.
“Wow!!!”
The shock that hit my stomach could never be said to be that of a professional. Dahong, whose hobby is amateur boxing, could tell.
But no matter what, a man’s fist was a man’s fist, and even a professional athlete can’t do much if he gets hit while defenseless.
“Oh, the feeling of hitting is killing me? “You have a talent for punching bags?”
A pig that casually says things like this after hitting a defenseless woman.
Dahong felt his life threatened by comments that deviated from the common sense and manners that we take for granted as human beings.
‘Hey, you crazy bastard! ‘We must run away!’
His head understood it, but his body didn’t help him.
At the time of being hit in the abdomen, the brain had completely lost control of the body due to the spreading pain.
In that state, the pig looked down at Dahong with a grinning face and said.
“Have you stretched out already? You can’t do that. If you want to be my pussy slave, you have to be durable more than anything else. Pussy that gets easily destroyed isn’t my type of thing, is it?”
The pig dragged Dahong by his hair and threw him on the bed in his corner.
Despite his physique, which looked like he had taken poor care of his body, he was a man with considerable strength.
“Do you know what you’re doing? This is outright assault. It’s a crime! If you go any further, it could be considered rape.”
The pig stole the lips of Dahong, who was talking noisily, and sucked them.
It was an action closer to a modified kind of ingestion than a kiss. As proof, the man licked Dahong’s face like a dog or a pig would, and did not hesitate to leave teeth marks on her cheek.
“Is it because you’re afraid that the owner might get caught by the police? There’s nothing to worry about. “There is no such thing as a stupid police officer who catches a master playing with his pussy slave.”
“Ugh, the smell…! Have I ever offered to be your pussy slave yet? “Don’t be damned!”
This is the problem with all male bastards. Even if a woman gives her some space, she tends to think she has the upper hand and wait for me.
Dahong has never said that she will become a pussy slave.
This is just pussy dating. It’s time for the two of us to talk and find out if we’re compatible, right?
Why are men so upset because they can’t get ahead?
“Yeah, it’s annoying. I like it very much. Females who delude themselves into thinking they are this strong are the ones that can truly be tamed. Hehe, it just so happens that he resembles the Iljin bitch who bullied me during my school days. Ah, this sucks.”
The pig listened to Dahong’s words with one ear and ignored them, then changed her position and made her bury her face on the bed.
In doing so, she boldly gave a print of her palm to Dahongi’s buttocks, making her look towards him. Wow!!
“Hi!! Hey, you bastard! Where are you hitting?”
Da-hong screams out in shame for having her butt beaten at this age before her pain.
The pig didn’t care about this either and commented on the feel of her buttocks.
“After all, the taste of hitting the butt of a female who has worked hard is different? The feel and sound of this mate clinging cannot be felt by lazy bitches. Thank you for working out hard on a regular basis. For me.”
Dahong protested that her ass was never meant to be offered to a bastard like you, and that working out hard was for her own self-gratification.
Of course, the pig, the representative of a self-centered man, paid no attention to Da-hong’s chatter and played Da-hong’s butt like a drummer loved by the god of music.
Come on, let’s do it! Match! Clap, voila!
The sound of her butt clapping, although not musical, was quite enjoyable to listen to. The sight of the buttocks, which had been toned down through exercise and had an appropriate amount of muscle and fat mixed in a golden ratio, seemed dramatic in a way.
“Oh, it hurts! Okay, stop! “Stop it!”
In return for the excitement and visual enjoyment, Dahong was absolutely delicious.
There seemed to be no technique for the pig that would make strong noises and shake while not hurting the opponent, or even if there was, there was no intention of using it.
The buttocks that had been beaten mercilessly were so burning that they would twitch on their own even without being touched anymore.
It was really unfortunate that in this situation, Dahong couldn’t even put up a decent resistance and could only do little more than complain of pain.
The muscles worked hard to overcome the limitations of a woman are nothing more than a piece of meat that is useless to a real man.
Hehe, don’t be harsh. “You feel good too.”
“Don’t talk nonsense! Who do you think would be happy about something like this?”
“Then what is this?”
The pig inserted her fingers into Dahong’s pants and violated her pussy.
Of course, she had occupied her pussy once before, but it was shameful to do so when they were alone, so Dahong tightened her pussy without even realizing it.
Of course, such actions were useless, and the pig’s fingers probed Dahongi’s pussy as if this was her own home, savoring the smooth texture.
“Huiiiiit! Clothes!!”
Hehe, can you take a look at this? You’re already so wet. What the hell is the point of saying you’re sick about a topic like that? For a clearly masochistic cunt like you, isn’t this a reward and conversation? Huh?”
Boop, chuba bap~ Bub, pushaaaaat!
The lewd sounds made by Dahong’s wet pussy, fingers, and fabric reached her ears.
It was unbearably humiliating.
“S-don’t be damned! Me, I would never…”
“What a spirited bitch. Well, it’s better to enjoy it that way. Rather, it is better to keep this attitude a little longer because it is easier to play with.”
The pig licked Dahong’s cheek like it was candy and roughly fingered her pussy.
Unable to withstand even such a crude caress, Dahong climaxed, spurting out her pussy juice.
“What? Who gave permission to climax?”
The pig pretended to be a dignified master, removed Dahongi’s pants and then slapped her unarmed pussy.
Unlike spanking, which had less impact due to the amount of fat, the impact delivered directly to her vagina tormented Dahong.
“Ssssshhhhh!!”
She could not overcome the pain, and a stream of yellow water spurted out from Dahong’s vagina, moistening the pig’s palms and bedsheets.
If the color is very dark, it seems like you are lacking in moisture.
“Hey. “What kind of brat are you, pissing in a place that isn’t even a bathroom?”
The pig criticizing Dahong didn’t actually seem that upset. She just smiled sadistically as if she had caught one.
The man forced his urine-soaked palm into Dahongi’s mouth.
“You paid for it, so you take care of it.”
Dahong tried to resist, but it was all futile in the face of the strong man’s hands.
‘Disintegrate!’
Dahong truly thought so. And her body responded by wetting her pussy and erecting her nipples.
“Your eyes are still rebellious. Hehe, but will I keep my eyes the same after seeing this?”
The pig took off his pants and thrust his cock in front of Dahong, who was lying face down on the bed.
It was the same smelly, disgusting cock covered in cum that Dahong had chosen during the cock selection session a little while ago.
“Ah.”
The moment Dahongi saw that cock, her rebellious spirit from before disappeared like snow, and on the contrary, she tried to think bad thoughts about this pig.
‘My, my smell! Disgusting! ‘I guess I don’t wash it often!’
However, such evil remarks coincidentally also led to sympathy for the man.
‘This man, he said he likes training strong bitches, but he’s neglecting his smelly cock like this? What on earth are those bitches doing?’
If it were me, I would clean this dick spotless with my tongue or my pussy.
When such thoughts try to dominate the mind, they again try to create a negative impression by putting the man down in some way.
At this moment, Dahong’s internal conflict of opinion became so sharp that it could almost be said to have a dual personality.
“What? Then, shall we try using it?”
The man again grabbed Dahongi by her hair and dragged her down on her bed, leaving only her head outside the bed.
In that state, she grabbed the nape of her neck with both hands and strangled her lightly.
Then, Dahongi’s lips opened of their own accord as she was running low on oxygen, and the man shoved his dick into Dahongi’s mouth.
“Iramaccio is the basic of basics for a first meeting. While I’m at it, I’ll clean my dick.”
“Yes, kuooooot!!”
Of course, Dahong couldn’t answer. Because she didn’t need an answer in the first place.
