Chapter 92

Chapter 92

T/N: May you forgive the characters here in this chapter. You will see how the two are slaves of their own devils. 💔

“F*cking hell!” Tae-jun cussed out loud as he was upset about everything.

The man was in a treacherous limbo. A part of him was trying to dissuade and stop himself, fighting to bring back the trace rationality that was still lingering somewhere. But the rampant brutishness was impossible to restrain, overpowering him it surged until it reached a delirium that was out of his bounds.

He pushed on her legs and pierced her from above, stabbing her womb with his shaft. Yuri desperately held in her moan, lying woodenly enduring his madness.

They were still dressed. The only thing audible was their clothes brushing against each other’s. No sounds of ple@sure were heard, no sighs or groans. Apart from the hand grabbing onto her to keep her from escaping, the only thing that was directly touching her body was his rod. The typical kisses, fondling, and cooing was all absent today.

Also absent were sense and sanity, paving the way to an endless misery that was rapidly closing in on them at the moment, pushing them into its bottomless abyss.

On his part, it seemed like Tae-jun was hell-bent on showing Yuri what ‘mistreatment’ was actually like. Her words had thoroughly roiled him, to an extent he even felt wronged, so he chose the method he did as retribution.

As for her, she knew that against her better judgement, she had unleashed the demon and had to bear the brunt of it. She neither fought nor evaded it, letting it bury her.

Pain has strange ways. Sometimes, it is not only the recipient who is plagued by it. As pain seeped deep through the touching bodies, the one punishing and the one being punished were both crying in agony. All that could be wanted was for time to pass. And yet, time ticked the slowest in these torturous moments.

Yuri was incessantantly swinging around the couch when her eyes met Sebastian’s. The glass eyes of the taxidermied dog, unfiltered, reflected the mess she was. Her heart tugged, courage gradually abandoned her. She didn’t want to see it. She didn’t want to face the reality … She firmly shut her eyes as if doing so would obliterate the truth.

The manhood that was pushing and pulling gradually engorged. It’ll be over soon. She tried to relieve herself. However, instead of ej@culating, Tae-jun grabbed her hair and stood up.

Her eyes flew wide open at his spontaneous action. At that moment, something hot was squirted onto her face. What the … she was blank for a second.

It took her some time to realize that the sour liquid on her eyebrow was his seed. Tae-jun’s face was indifferent unlike someone who had just finished having s*x. He coldly looked down upon her.

“Open up!” He spoke between gritted teeth.

Yuri could not dare to predict his intention. The fact that he had come on her face and treated her so insolently was enough to make her nauseous. The hot rod right in front of her eyes was still dripping with s*men.

Blatantly disregarding her reaction, Tae-jun pressed her chin with one hand. Unable to endure the pressure, her mouth involuntarily opened. He immediately pushed his member between her lips.

“Oh … oooop!”

The man’s heat and scent made it cumbersome to catch a breath. Not only did he squirt to fill her entire mouth, but also poked the deepest part of her throat. He did not let go of her hair even when she struggled to spit it out.

“Lick it! Entirely!”

It was a command. Yuri shook her head desperately to signal that it was too much for her to handle, but he ruthlessly ignored it all and kept putting pressure on her head.

“You acknowledge yourself that you have no choice.”

His glare had never been this threatening. She reluctantly licked his organ with her tongue. The thing that was inside her only a few minutes ago tasted sweet and erotic.  Only after she had licked and swallowed all of the come did he withdraw his shaft from her mouth.

She desperately panted for air and vomited out a wild cough. Meanwhile, nonchalantly, he cleaned his clothes erasing all the remaining hints of s*x.

“How more devastated do you want me to feel?”

The murmur to himself was suffused with grief. She thought she was the one speaking the words.

Without as much as a glance at the woman who was lying motionlessly on the floor, he walked across the living room, yanking the door loudly open and shutting it with the loudest bang.

Yuri straightened up and looked in the direction the man had left. She did not feel like standing up or even wiping her mouth. .

A significant amount of minutes later, she finally burst into tears. She was clearly the victim, nevertheless, she felt as if she had inflicted equal amount of pain she had received on Tae-jun.