Chapter 369 – #77_The Rape (4)
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One.
The rightness or wrongness of the means to achieve the end is not important.
It controls human emotions with threats and violence according to its purpose, and does not empathize with the despair of others.
A wolf must not recall the taste of sheep’s tears.
The only thing to eat and enjoy is blood and flesh.
That is the fate, duty, and right of those born as wolves.
Laughter came out involuntarily.
Now that I think about it, it’s very funny.
It was all the more so when I thought of my father who earnestly preached the reasons that an adolescent boy would believe.
A boy’s world is small.
In that small world, the father’s shadow was large and thick.
But the older I get, the more I see and experience, and the more I think about it.
My unidentified feelings toward my father only grew wilder.
“Is your father satisfied?”
So I asked.
The day we finished hunting together like usual and returned to the garage of the freezer.
It was a night when the slanting moon illuminated the sins of the rich man.
“What do you mean?”
He was still in a state of excitement and pleasure.
Her pores were wide open and she vomited out the glistening dog oil, and a stench resembling that of poetry came from her mouth her, where her yellow tongue was visible.
A bald head and shoulders that look much narrower than before.
It was too ugly to be a wolf, whimpering as he fetched a body from the back of a truck.
He shut his mouth for a moment.
There is a degree of awareness that the thoughts that just crossed my mind are blasphemous words that should not be spoken.
“I’ll help you right away.”
“Yes, it’s too heavy to lift alone.”
The body was pulled out, well covered with a tarp.
This refrigerated warehouse, located in a remote mountain valley, was actually a workroom for taxidermy game.
Hunting here is a very simple thing.
The same thing as normal hunting is that the prey is killed and stuffed.
The difference is that the prey is a human, not an animal.
The method is simple.
If they see a victim while driving along a deserted mountain road, they attack it.
It’s really boring, but that’s it.
My father used Kevola fiber with handles on both sides, and Yoo-chan used a blunt weapon.
Now that I think about it, there was no aesthetics to his hunting his.
There was no aesthetics in selecting prey, and no time for leisurely enjoyment of prey.
It was a shabby deviation that ended in less time than the circumstances.
To the extent of regretting that he had to give up his mother’s kimchi stew in order to continue this mischief.
“Be careful with your feet. There are tools that haven’t been put away yet.”
My father gasped for breath and moved the corpse, which had not suffered rigors after death, to the workbench.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t that rigor mortis didn’t come.
“Um… Yup…”
He hadn’t died yet.
The boy caught the gun wriggling.
My father, who was so focused on dragging the corpse, didn’t seem to notice.
“Dad.”
I hit his head with all my might with the Ohama placed on the shelf.
The sound of something being crushed inside the tarp is heard, and the tiny wriggling disappears.
With this, the variable is gone. In other words, a variable in which a person suddenly wakes up and goes wild.
“What are you doing!”
I didn’t even have time to say ‘I was still alive’.
Almost instantaneously from the swinging of the hammer, a sharp fist hit her face her.
The vision became dark as if the light had disappeared for a moment.
It was as if he had been beaten so hard that his nose was broken.
“Damn! Damn! What are you doing if I suddenly hit you on the head!”
Kicks pour over the crouching boy’s body.
His father his, grotesquely angry like a panicked goat, stepped on his son for a long time.
He held back his laughter as he crouched down.
It was because his ungainly appearance his, as if his ass his were on fire, was just ridiculous.
“Useless bastard. Why, why did you do that! Yuchan-ah, answer me.”
The father, who had been raging along the road, asked his son by the collar only after his anger was relieved.
The boy didn’t answer.
I was just watching my father’s ugliness with eyes as clear as glass beads.
The father, who had been breathing hard for a while, threw away his son and lifted the tarp as if he had come to his senses his.
And he let out a sad sigh as if a precious treasure had been broken in front of his eyes.
“A man in his 30s has never written a piece of art yet. To crush the head of a precious specimen like silken tofu…”
Sensing a tingling heat running through his body, the boy blew his nose and spat out the clotted blood.
He squatted beside his father, scratching his head with his blood-soaked hands.
“Wouldn’t it be fine if it had no neck?”
“…What can I do, you ruined everything.”
As if he had managed to catch the burst of emotion, his father he returned to his original form.
As if you were bragging about it by borrowing your mouth, with the appearance of a wolf that is resolute and unconcerned, and is not swayed by emotions under any circumstances.
To be sure, it was just my father’s wish.
He was impassive, a small man, a coward and a master of self-justification.
Things I didn’t see when I was younger, I started to see as I got older.
Could this be puberty?
He scanned his son’s face.
“I won’t be able to go to school for a while. Get some rest at home.”
“Yes, Father.”
“Then let’s get to work. Get some work clothes from the warehouse.”
“Yes.”
Here, I meant overalls and chest boots.
It is a garment made of waterproof material from the legs to the chest, often worn by people engaged in the fishing industry.
During the embaming work, the chemicals often splashed, so I had to wear thick experimental gloves and safety goggles.
The rich man, who had changed his clothes amicably, entered the studio.
Next, next, next.
And.
A conversation went.
And.
The enraged father poured out his hatred on his son.
And.
A blade that cuts through flesh.
And.
Dad opens his mouth wide.
And.
Goldfish.
And.
Sheep or wolf.
Fade Out
2.
“…Check it…”
In the karaoke room, the accompaniment was playing to cover up miscellaneous sounds.
Yu-chan blinked his eyes very slowly.
Wait, it’s very brief, but I think I forgot to doze off.
“You want to check…?”
Yoo-chan shook his head slightly at the sound of a voice beating him.
Did she even dream in that brief moment?
I don’t remember exactly what it was about, but it seems it wasn’t a very pleasant dream.
Seeing something so uncomfortable.
“Check what?”
Yu-chan’s questioning seemed to be a kind of mockery to Harin.
Harin, who was hot with shame added to her drunkenness her, gritted her teeth.
I calmed her down and looked at the situation.
Harin was on the table.
It also spreads her legs wide.
Next to it is a glass bowl containing flowers.
If there is a difference from a while ago, all the fruits inside have disappeared.
In the first place, only cider and ice were poured, but there was not so much fruit that she received 20,000 won.
Still, there were about a can of yellow peach and a can of fruit cocktail, but who ate them?
“Ah.”
Yu-chan was able to quickly find out where the fruit had suddenly disappeared.
It was because a piece of the ecliptic protruded from Harin’s cunt with her legs wide open.
To keep the stuffed fruit from sticking out, Harin covered her vagina with the palm of her hand.
Suddenly, her memories her start coming back.
Apparently, fatigue has accumulated from lack of sleep.
Situation assessment is over.
“Push it tighter.”
“How can you squeeze more in here! This…That’s all…”
“Okay?”
Yuchan grabbed Harin’s wrist and forcibly removed her hand from her.
At the same time, as if they were being launched, two pieces of the ecliptic suddenly fell on the table.
It was a surprisingly lewd scene.
Harin grinned at Yoo-chan’s slightly dazed appearance of her.
“What is it, are you drunk too? You said shit on me like that. You ate a map and that and got drunk.”
It seems that alcohol gave Harin a courage he could not handle.
It was fun to be able to rebel while being unable to move, so I left some rebellious buds, but I had no intention of neglecting the action that crossed the line.
“Okay now lie down.”
“Ugh, my stomach… Is cold… You crazy bastard… You make me do everything… You idiot.”
Her mouth her froze when Harin felt her extreme shame.
Carefully blocking her cunt her so that her fruit her would n’t flow, Harin pushed her butt out against the table.
Yoo-chan placed a bowl of hwachae with cider and ice floating between Harin’s legs.
I remembered what I intended, and since Harin was messing around in moderation, the only thing left to do was to punish him.
“Hands off.”
“If you clean it up like this… It will come out…”
“Take it away.”
Harin hesitantly took her hand her away.
– Fondant! Fondant!
Several pieces of fruit fell from Harin’s canned cunt into the bowl.
Harin stubbornly did not look back at her.
Her mouth her, which had opened up until just before her, was also kept tightly shut.
“Laugh.”
Appreciating Harin’s blue bruised buttocks, Yoo-chan rubbed her object against her entrance to her.
Shocked, Harin opened her eyes and looked behind her.
“What, what! Are you sure you’re going to do it like this?”
The flesh that fills the inside of her pussy. There is no room for his stuff to fit in.
“Don’t move.”
“Crazy…! You really are a crazy bastard? Haahang…!”
The inside of the vagina is moderately moist and warm, making it a good place for bacteria to breed.
If you add sugar that bacteria like, then vaginitis is confirmed.
I plan to go up and wash it clean, but first of all, enjoy it.
“Ouch… Ugh…”
Insertion after filling the vagina with fruit.
Even Yoo-chan had never experienced it.
It was a very novel sensation.
A feast of cold, smooth flesh surrounding the penis.
Almost half of the fruits fell onto his cheeks with just Yu-chan’s cock fucking.
Things on the inside didn’t fall out very often, so I only put about half of it in, but it’s already clogged.
Embarrassed by the bizarre behavior, Harin started moving her waist without even uttering a word.
The temperature difference between her glans and the temperature difference between the flesh of her pussy that surrounds the middle of her cock makes it more sensitive to enjoy her inner flesh of her.
– Pork poke poke poke
“Kuh…Kkeuh…”
As the soft flesh was crushed and entangled with the juice, it made a much stickier sound than usual.
The sweet scent of fruit juice rises from between her buttocks and her.
“This is so… Haha… Isn’t it crazy…?”
He swallowed Harin’s vagina and pounded her cock into a ball to crush her fruit.
Since most of the fruits were soft like the yellow peach, it was easy to feel that it turned into jam.
– Jjuuk… Jjuuk…!
“Is it better than expected?”
Even though I was inserting it at an appropriate depth, the fruit that became marmalade flowed out every time I poked my penis.
The fruits mixed with the liquid fall into the flower bowl with a rather grotesque visual.
It’s a fruit hwachae made using the pussy of a famous female singer… I’m not really curious about the taste.
But wouldn’t it be a surprise price if you put it up for auction?
Recalling her foolish thought of her, Yoo-chan smiled and ran her finger through Harin’s back hole.
“Hauuuuu…” !”
Harin, who is still unfamiliar with anal, trembles at her waist her and enjoys her cock her with a different tightening pattern.
“Do you think this is going to be quite addictive?”
To be honest, the pleasure itself wasn’t great, but Harin’s embarrassment was quite worth watching.
She’s genuinely curious about what she might be thinking by now.
Yu-chan accelerated the movement of her waist.
Now, she intends to step in.
Harin realized that Yu-chan’s situation was not far from Yoo-chan’s sudden movement of her.
But there is nothing you can’t do.
She had no choice but to wait patiently for him to squirt his cum into her vagina her, quivering on her bright back her and her ass her.
“Tighten your pussy.”
Haha…”
Her tightness her becomes much stronger when I command her to squirm her asshole her.
Because of her fruit’s obstruction her, Harin could not reach her climax.
Nevertheless, she followed Yu-chan’s command to her and squeezed her ass hole as hard as possible.
Yu-chan ejaculated effortlessly at the pressure of his inner flesh of her, which quickly became rough.
The protruding semen spreads into Harin’s vagina, which is lined with sticky fruit juice.
“Huh…Hah…”
Thanks to the twitching movement of his cock his, Harin could also tell that Yu-chan was packing semen.
A man you hate is pouring seeds into your vagina, but he can’t do anything about it.
The feeling of helplessness and humiliation sent a tingling down his spine.
“Hmm…”
I pulled out my cock.
White semen, love juice, and thick fruit pulp clung to the side of the cock.
Orange juice and crushed flesh mixed with semen dripped from Harin’s reddened cunt.
