Sin ||KookV||

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"It's alright, I'll wash it."

He almost fucked me until I peed again, filling my ass with cum. Then he purposely tried to nitpick, saying that my hole was loose and had let a few drops of cum leak out. He had me kneel on the bed and get beaten as a punishment. He even inserted a thin rubber rod into my cock. It hurt so much that I broke out in a cold sweat, instinctively clenching my hole. My hyung smacked my ass again, saying I was not to squeeze him.

I didn't actually enjoy pain, but as everyone knew, nobody bought toys for adults. If I didn't become this toy, Jungkook wouldn't have anything to play with. His work was busy and stressful; if he couldn't vent in bed, it was unavoidable for him to become irritable.

The first time we played this, my hyung already told me the safeword, 'I'll be killed'. When I couldn't take it anymore, he would stop when I said that phrase. Most of the time, he knew exactly how far to go, letting me go right when I was on the verge of collapse. However, sometimes he would lose control and become very brutal. Even when I was gagged, I wouldn't be able to hold back my shrieks. I asked him if he had lost control before with his other partners in the past. He said he never had because he never went that far and there was no reason for him to. Moreover, he promised me that he would not make any more friends with benefits, regardless of whether they were male or female.

Throughout the ordeal, I clenched my teeth and didn't say the safeword, letting my hyung play with my body. In the end, I lay trembling in his arms, my ass red and swollen and my hole wrecked. Things I usually wouldn't say became easy to say after being catalysed by sexual desire.

"Hyung...I'll let you play with me, don't, don't not want me, okay?" After saying this, my face flushed red. That was too girly, fuck.

"Okay, that won't happen. Come, Hyung will hug you." My hyung patiently consoled me who had been played with until he was broken. Now I sort of understood a bit of the psychology behind this kind of perverted game -- being comforted by the one who had been violent to me created a sense of security stemming from how I felt wronged. I would hence be even more reliant on him. Jungkook's need for control had been strong since he was young. This was innate, he couldn't change it, so I would indulge him.

My hyung lowered his head and kissed me. I thought he hadn't been satisfied yet, so I took the initiative to put his hand between my legs. At this point, once my hole was touched it would hurt, and his fingers were coarse too. I had to struggle a lot to shove my hyung's fingers into my ass. He moved his fingers slightly and it hurt so much that my cock went limp.

"Will you still let hyung play with you?"

"I will."

"Doesn't it hurt? It's hot inside here already."

"...Just do it, if you haven't been satisfied then continue, fuck me." I clenched my teeth to silently endure this. I could probably endure this for another forty minutes.

My hyung pecked my lips, "Darling, let's not force ourselves, alright? You're making it seem like hyung is endlessly raping you. You look so pitiful."

I sat on his thighs facing him and hugged his neck, my voice choked up, "Bastard, aren't you precisely raping me? If it weren't for the fact that I feel sorry for you, I'd long ago have fucked you until you were wrecked..."

My hyung was stunned for a moment, then he smiled faintly as he consoled me for a very long time.

He helped me to apply some medicine, and then went downstairs to bring up the lunch that the housekeeper had prepared, eating with me on the bed.

As we ate, I announced a decision. I planned to drop out of school and go out to work to support the family.

My hyung opened his mouth, wanting to say something but hesitating. He pursed his lips and stared at me. He was definitely extremely touched.

But instead, my hyung silently put down his bowl and chopsticks, then took out a bundle of property ownership certificates from the safe at the bedside, slapping them on my body. Following that, he fanned out a row of bank cards and bank books like he was shuffling poker cards and threw them toward me. After that, he tossed out a dozen or so brand-new stacks of cash, burying me in them one by one. Lastly, he flung car keys at me, a Land Rover one, a Mercedes one, a Porsche one and a Ferrari one.

Jungkook leant down and pressed down on my body, supporting himself with one hand on a pillow as he towered over me and kissed my most ticklish spot. He patted my face with his phone screen that was displaying a row of records of his stocks, his pearl white canine teeth peeking out again, "Just like that, you're not attending school anymore? You wish."

Did I pay too little attention to household matters? I was actually a fucking rich generation.