In A Silent Way 2 #01 - Self-Harassment Delivery Service

That morning, in the most busy day for a student, it was a class filled with lectures and students who asking for wisdom. It had been a long time since Yoona attended class because of the schedule she had. But that not only the sole reason, she actually hated to come to his college now.

So she back at college life? Smelled something fishy.

Elegantly fast, her hand wrote every noteworthy word her teacher spoke. While the teacher had solo opera in the class, his students were deadly silent. Yoona sat in the middle row, the most not crowded seat row in the class.

“Hey, you sounded so happy in the phone. Something good happened?” “Yeah, my girl makes my day energized lately.” “Aren’t you single? I thought you break up with ur girlfriend a month ago.” “Nah, I got a new girl. A stunning pretty one.”

Sadly, her eyes were deadly tired; Yoona badly tried to stay awake and followed the study.

“You looked tired” said a guy who sat a meter next to her. “Staying all night these days?” his tone quite flirty and behaved arrogantly. Yoona didn’t answer him; she actually hated to see him.

“Ah, come on. You can’t be cold to me. We have spent so many times together for a month.”

“We are in the middle of the class, please don’t” she began to show her fear. A second later, there was zipper sound, Yoona took a glance and the guy opened his flyer showed it to her. “Please, we can do it later, okay. I will not run.”

“What? Holy shit. I don’t believe you.” “You shared your girl with your gang? That was sick man.” “What can I do? My friend loved her too. That showed how close we are.”

The guy slide close to where Yoona sat. “C’mon. The subject is boring. Just put your hand inside, please me. Or you already forget what ‘the pack’ can do? We will punish you if you defy” he whispered, in point blank distance.

Sighing hard and bit her own lip, Yoona put her left hand inside his pant and pleasured his manhood as he wish. “Ahhh, yes. You are getting better in each day, Yoona-ssi. It seems like our lesson finally paid the price… AGhahhh.”

“Keep it low. You will make other student noticed us.”

“No worry for me. If they do, they can join us” the bastard took his phone out and recorded the hand massage session.

Like I said, fishy.

“What?... nah, I took a day off today. I’m sick.” “How about the party this weekend?” “Of course it still will be exist. It will not take that long for me to recover. One or two sex will cure me.” “Now you said it, I missed her, stroking down my cock with her mouth.” “Yuck, if you missed her, just called her and order her to give you a proper blowjob. Don’t say that on me.”

Suddenly Yoona’s phone was vibrating, a text come on the screen:

“Building B, rooftop, 5 minutes, RUN!”

The sudden text gave her a great goose bump. “Ah, it’s from him. Building B is quite far from here. You better hurry; you know, he really able to spread the tape and ruin your group career, right?”

“Shit!” in mad tone, she cursed. Yoona left her bag and ran like hell to building B which about 200 meters. In addition, it was 15 level building. In hard and energy draining effort, she ran through the stairs.

“BAM!” she pushed the iron door hard, made her hand hurt and finally she arrived at the rooftop of building B.

“You’re late… I told you to come here in 5 minutes; not late for 5 minutes.”

“P-please *heavy breathing* it is ridiculous for me to get here in 5 minutes. J-just punish me” Yoona said in a calm tone as if she already used with it.

The guy on the rooftop, I thought he was kinda had a sadist side. He knew for a girl like Yoona was impossible to get there as quick as he demanded. He just wanted to torture her and made her said something he wanted to hear.

“I beg for forgiveness. J-just use me *breathing* as much *breathing hard* as you want. Gimme a hard punishment.” Yoona kept trying to flatter him; she knew how.

“Well, if you really wanted to be punished” he smirked. “Come over here.”

Yoona got up and walked to him. Then she showed her back to him and bowed; unbuckled her belt and pulled down her denim long pants. How pleased he was when Yoona showed him a pink bright pussy.

“OHHH, GODDAMMMIT. IT LOOKS SUPERB LIKE ALWAYS; LOOKS SO TIGHT. No wonder we loved to put it inside you” and for minutes he was talking about her vagina. Yoona still in the same position and listening to every slut terminology he used to describe her womanhood.

“Ughhh” his dick penetrated her and the way he thrust her was violent.

Among the pack, he was the violent one.

“O-OOHHH OOOHHH AGHHHH” Yoona became better at holding the pain of being raped. But it didn’t do her good. The pack often hit her if she couldn’t please them. So she pretended to moan like an innocent girl; she also knew what word every each of them like to hear.

The guy used Yoona’s belt and rounded it on her and his hips altogether. Tightening the belt by pulled it, it gave a wild sensation; a wild west sensation, as if he rode a horse.

“F-FUCCKK” yelled her. “M-MORE MORE IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH. PLEASE PUNISHED ME AHREDR AHHH” she said, threw away her pride and acted like she really loved to be fucked, in order to prevent the worse thing.

“What did you say?”

“HH-AHRDER”

“What?”

“HARDER”

“Oh yeah baby” Yoona got what she asked for.

“Hey, I got something for you.” “What? A bag? It’s a lady bag.” “Its Yoona’s” “Really?” “And guessed what? Her phone is inside too.” “Really?” “You knew what it means right?” “Our party host is changed”

After a long howling, featuring tensed feeling and rapid ejaculation, Yoona could walk away. The guy put his cock back and Yoona wore her denim back. “You didn’t have lesson anymore, right? Go home, you looked like a walking corpse. We didn’t want you to look worse on this weekend ‘party’, right?”

“T-then, I’ll excuse myself.”

“Ah, your bag is with Jiri. Visited him, wil you.”

***

“Jiri-ssi?” Yoona came inside to Jiri room in a brothel. It was quite a cramped room but pretty clean for a cheap price. There was bit happiness inside; she thought that Jiri was not on his room.

On his desk, there was her bag. She snatched it and hurried before Jiri came. In a staggering way, she walked; the pain from her “service” on the rooftop still torturing her.

It was almost at the entrance of the brothel. Then suddenly there was a voice from inside a toilet.

“YOONA-SSI?!”

She stopped; Yoona knew that voice, Jiri. The entrance was close but she couldn’t walk away, she was afraid; she feared him.

“COME INSIDE.”

Inside, Jiri was sat on a closet, chamber number 3. As Yoona saw him, Jiri was taking dump while stroking his own penis. “We haven’t meet for days. Don’t you missed me?”

Yoona didn’t answer.

“I know you will come and I have prepared my brother (penis) to welcome you.”

Yoona didn’t anwer.

“I think I have diarrhea; It is my 6^th time pushing my shit out here.”

Yoona didn’t answer.

“It’s suck. Would be great if a girl as pretty as you want to accompany me. Come” Jiri gave a welcoming gesture to her as he opened the chamber for her.

Closing her eyes and the fear became bigger and bigger. Yoona started to undress herself. Completely nude, she came inside his chamber.

She positioned herself on him. Straighten his cock and led it inside her. Jiri dick was quite uncommon, the biggest rapist she ever met. From that second, Yoona screamed indescribable pain.