Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 9

His fingers slid over her wet body hair and slipped back, passing over the s***n-smeared entrance. Then the hand burrowed between her b******s and began to toy with the opening there.

She frowned and tried to swat his hand away, but it was useless. He kept fiddling with the closed hole as he spoke.

“It’s been quite a while since I last enjoyed Hill’s back hole.”

“What are you—doing…!”

She twisted her body and tried to resist, but it was hopeless. Pinned like this, she couldn’t fight back at all. S***n and her own fluids, thick on his fingers, smeared onto her a**s. His finger rubbed in circles, as if taming the tightly closed place, poised to push inside.

“Don’t tense up so much, Hill. It’s not your first time, is it?”

“H—don’t…!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your filthy front hole is satisfied as well.”

Better to be taken there than to have a c**k forced into an empty eye socket—wouldn’t it be?

He muttered the last words so softly they were barely audible, then slipped half a finger inside the loosened rear opening. Hill struggled violently, but to him, such resistance was no different from lying still.

As he widened her back door, his other hand reached forward.

“Hngh! Ah—!”

“You’re clamping down mercilessly. Do you like it that much, Hill?”

“Hah—ahh!”

Perhaps because of the alien sensation from behind, her juices surged more fiercely than usual. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she collapsed like an animal.

By the time she barely regained her senses from the mind-burning climax, the fluids she’d spilled had soaked her from behind.

At some point, there were two fingers stretching her open. Her shame barely had time to surface before a third joined them. Her protests grew weaker and weaker. The man kissed along her spine and said,

“I’ll violate your guts too, my lewd b***h.”

Before she could retort to the crude words, his shaft tore into her from behind.

It felt like a massive iron pillar piercing through her abdomen. Hill couldn’t even scream properly, her mouth falling open.

“Your c**t is nice, but I like your guts too.”

He said it slowly as he began to move.

“Then again, everything about you is like that. There’s nowhere that doesn’t excite me.”

Each time he moved, she let out strangled sounds from the pain and intrusion. Of course, the madman already gearing up for another climax showed no intention of going easy.

Resting his chin on her pinned shoulder, he whispered,

“Just thinking about filling your intestines with my seed already makes me feel like I’m going to come.”

“You crazy… bastard…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it ending too quickly. Inside your holes, I can come again and again.”

She didn’t know how many times he spilled into her from behind.

As before, he used an aphrodisiac, and under its influence she could only leak moans. Everywhere their flesh touched burned and tingled unbearably. Even the lightest touch bloomed into pleasure that seemed to melt her brain. Each time he thrust while spewing vile words—calling her a b***h, a hole—her hips bucked in arousal.

In the haze of the aphrodisiac and dulled self-loathing, she wished she would die before her mind cleared.

Only after filling her completely with his s***n did he finally finish.

The sensation of her insides being full of sticky liquid was deeply unpleasant. S***n kept leaking from her a**s, and as the aphrodisiac wore off, pain flooded back. He licked her slick, transparent opening like a mother beast.

Hill shuddered and resisted, but it was pointless. After swallowing his own s***n like a dog, he scooped her up and carried her to the bath, stepping into the lukewarm water with her.

She didn’t like sitting on his knee, but after hours of s*x she couldn’t even move a finger. Half-limp, Hill could only pant weakly. Holding her firmly, the man lifted her round hips and spread the cleft.

“Ah—…”

His fingers pushed in from behind, scraping out the s***n packed inside. Unlike when he’d cleaned her front, his touch was relatively gentle this time. It wasn’t pleasant, but she knew resisting would be useless. She chose to stay still.

The thing brushing her thigh was already half-hard again. If he got fully e***t, would he try to take her again? After another round, she might pass out. A lunatic who violated her from behind while drugging her. Would he really care about that?

Whatever. Hill closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.

After roughly scraping her clean, he began washing other places—her thighs and pubic hair crusted with fluids, her hips and belly. Slowly, his hands worked upward until they reached her closed eyelids. He brushed her damp lashes with careful fingers.

Soon, humid breath spilled over her wet skin. It was fortunate she was utterly drained; otherwise her eyelids would have fluttered reflexively.

She lay slack like someone truly asleep, and the lips that prodded at her eyelids retreated quickly. Wrinkled fingers rubbed briefly at her closed eyes, then stopped.

He pressed his lips to the crown of her head and murmured softly.