Tame – Chapter 1

Beneath a bizarre statue resembling the Virgin Mary, a man and a woman, their breaths hot with passion, were entangled like magnets.

“Ah…”

A moan escaped Heeul’s lips. Her insides quivered, seemingly struggling to accommodate the invading phallus. A familiar pang of pain shot through her, causing her body to tremble.

This wasn’t her first time. She had already mingled bodies with the man who now pinned her down on numerous occasions. Yet, no matter how many times they were intimate, the unfamiliar intrusion always brought her discomfort.

She unconsciously twisted her lower body, only to have her hips firmly gripped by a strong hand.

“Are you okay?”

The question was gentle, but the veins bulging on the back of the hand that held her thigh spoke a different language. It was a warning not to escape. Whimpering, Heeul covered her eyes with her hand and shook her head.

“No, no…”

“Why?”

“It hurts…”

A scoff echoed from somewhere nearby. The low sound sent shivers down her spine.

The man chided her in a soothing tone.

“It can’t be helped. The faster I pull out, the sooner you’ll feel better.”

“Nn, no, h-huh, no…”

“You keep whining even though you’re telling me not to stop.”

With one hand, the man seized both of Heeul’s wrists and pinned them above her head. His free hand descended. Calloused fingers circled her swollen clit, rubbing her throbbing vulva.

The dull ache vanished instantly as her lower body became slick with moisture.

Sensing her body relaxing slightly, the man began to knead her flesh with increasing insistence. Subtly thrusting his hips upwards, he whispered,

“Does that feel good?”

Heeul’s face flushed crimson at the blatant question. Seeing her aroused expression, the man let out a low chuckle.

“It’s strange. You used to glare at me with such venom…”

“Uh, uh…!”

“But when you’re entangled with me, you look so forlorn and pitiful.”

“Ah, hhh, h, stop, stop…”

“Maybe it’s because your eyes are glistening with tears.”

The man’s lips curled into a smirk as he muttered, as if for her to hear.

“Are you trying to seduce me on purpose?”

“Crazy, talk, hh…!”

“Keuk…”

The man stifled a laugh, causing the thick cock filling her to twitch slightly. Heeul’s wrists were gripped even tighter.

The tip abruptly stretched her open. As the man pushed his penis to her deepest core, her body tensed involuntarily. Her soaked walls clung to the shaft of flesh. Heeul’s breath hitched. The man briefly pulled his hips back, then, gripping her knees, thrust deep inside in one swift motion.

“Ah!”

Her airway opened with a gasp. As her lungs filled with air, her vaginal walls, which had only been twitching, now contracted tightly.

Her vision flickered. The man wrapped his arm around Heeul’s trembling leg. Her groin spread open naturally, making penetration even easier, and a tingling sensation shot through her thighs.

The flesh that filled her to the bursting point relentlessly pounded in and out, as if trying to turn her insides out. Intense friction built at their joining point, and her insides churned endlessly as if the hard cock within her were a bucket drawing water. Even as she trembled like a trapped rabbit, he refused to release her.

“I should’ve just taken you to any random church,” the man murmured, burying his face in her sweating neck.

“Then I could’ve put a veil on you and done it in the confessional.”

Crazy bastard.

“Crazy, bastard, uh, uh, uhh…!”

“No, you would’ve looked beautiful, like a nun.”

The man brushed Heeul’s sweat-drenched hair back. Lifting his torso slightly, he glanced at the statue on the wall.

“This place doesn’t even have a veil, just a glorified portrait of Mary masquerading as a saint.”

“Ah, aah, ahhh, ungh, huh…!”

“This is why cults are so bad.”

Clicking his tongue in disapproval, the man pulled her thighs closer.

By now, her insides were not just slick, but watery. Having reached her limit, Heeul helplessly wriggled her trapped limbs. Her body, writhing in ecstasy, felt hopelessly lost.

Just as a stringy mucus began to create obscene sounds as it connected and disconnected,

“Mr. Kwonil?”

A follower’s voice rang out, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

“Are you in there?”

Knock, knock. A rapping sound echoed from the door.

They were in Kwonil’s private room. While locked, the mechanism was old, and the doorknob rattled precariously under the follower’s hand.

Fear blossomed rapidly in her chest. The sensations that had thrown her to the edge plummeted.

Heeul flailed her arms in the air, a distraught expression on her face. Kwonil leaned down and whispered softly,

“We’ll get kicked out if they catch us like this, won’t we?”

“Mm, yes, sob…!”

“Ah, honestly, I wouldn’t mind getting kicked out.”

No, she’d rather die than be caught like this by a follower. Heeul shook her head frantically. Kwonil stroked her flushed cheek.

“You don’t want to?”

His eyes, asking gently, deepened as they searched her expression.

“Alright.”

He lowered his hand, as if conceding to her tearful plea.

“I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

Instead of covering Heeul’s mouth, Kwonil began to move his hips.

He rampaged freely, pressing and scraping against her sensitive inner walls. His smooth testicles slapped against her reddened perineum.

The force was so intense it was painful, and Heeul involuntarily writhed her hips, releasing a silent cry. Her moans shattered and dissipated beneath his calloused palm.

“Mr. Kwonil?”

Puzzled by the lack of response, the follower voiced their confusion. Then, seemingly distracted by other tasks, they moved away from the door.

“…Damn it, I’m busy. He must be somewhere else.”

Soon, Heeul’s vision blinked out. Her body, which had been struggling to breathe, went limp. A tingling sensation washed over her relaxed form.

Her spasming flesh squeezed tightly around the thick shaft. Thrusting to the hilt, Kwonil finally reached his climax. A strangely scented fluid flooded her depths.

As Kwonil withdrew, Heeul’s ragged breathing finally subsided. Propping herself up on the carpet, she opened her eyes, glaring at Kwonil with a triangular stare. He was pushing the whitish fluid leaking from her back inside. He asked,

“What?”

“…Go to hell.”

Kwonil’s eyes widened. He blinked a few times, then burst into laughter.

“Haha!”

Chuckling, he straightened his rumpled clothes and tilted his head.

“Heeul, let me ask you one thing.”

“…What.”

“Do you hate me more than those cultists?”

Heeul flinched as she struggled to stand.

“Is that why you ran away to a place like this?”

Heeul pressed her lips together tightly.

Kwonil was the person she hated and feared the most. He was a being outside the food chain, neither predator nor prey, immune to any form of legal authority.

The only thing this man hated was cults. Heeul had always tried to escape the cult, and while she disliked this place, a branch of the cult, she had once thought it was better than the worst-case scenario: Kwonil. That’s how cruel and terrifying the man before her was.

“Stop pretending to be a devout follower and let’s go home.”

As expected, Kwonil, now impeccably dressed, extended his hand towards her. Heeul swallowed hard, staring at his angelically white yet scarred palm.

Damn it, no. I hate both the cultists and you. Someday, someday I will definitely leave. If only you would disappear from my life…

…Would he ever disappear?

Emotions of hatred, disgust, and fear mingled with the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes and spilled over. Kwonil caught Heeul as she weakly leaned against the wall. Without a chance to resist, she was enveloped in his broad embrace.

Her vision darkened. Everything went black.