“Lift your hips.”

Tears blurred her vision. Through the haze, a voice reached her.

Then, thud. Something hard pushed deep inside. Her perineum stretched wide as her insides were mercilessly crushed. It felt like a burning mass of heat filled her entire belly.

“Ack!”

What is this feeling?

Startled, the woman tried to turn her head to see the other person’s face, but failed. Her body was being shaken too violently.

She was completely n*ked, having s*x with someone. On top of that, she was bent over on all fours, and the man was thrusting his c*ck into her from behind.

What in the world is…

Her mind was hazy, her thoughts going blank, when thud. The p*nis that had briefly pulled out drove back inside in one swift motion.

“Ugh, ahh. Ahhh!”

A stinging pain came with a sharp, electric sensation. Startled by the unfamiliar feeling, the woman squirmed. The sharp m*ans spilling from her own mouth felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else.

“Stay still. This is what you wanted.”

The man gripped her hips tighter and drove the long, hot length of flesh back inside in one thr*st.

“Hnngh!”

The heavy mass crushed her insides without mercy. The woman sobbed and shook her head. Her body burned hot with arousal.

Why is it so big?

The man’s c*ck driving into her without pause was absurdly large, and every time it filled her completely, her breath caught in her throat. The pressure from that enormous thing stuffed inside her was overwhelming.

They say the first time hurts. She had never been with a man before. She had dated, but strangely, things had never progressed beyond that.

A space that had never been entered before should have felt like her body was being torn apart. She should have felt at least a dull ache. But she didn’t.

The situation was more than she could handle, yet it was bearable. No, more than bearable. The pleasure blooming from deep inside her body was driving her out of her mind. It was a sensation she had never felt once in her entire life.

The intensity of the pleasure was frightening. The newly awakened feeling left her dizzy. Was she in heat or something?

Me? Suddenly? That’s insane!

She didn’t want to accept reality. Then again, who could make sense of a situation like this, having s*x with a man she didn’t even know?

Right, this is a dream. A dream!

Her last memory was clear: she had been hit by a car and everything went dark. She thought she had hurled curses at God too.

After that, she thought she had crossed into the realm of death, but this didn’t seem like heaven. Didn’t seem like hell either.

Which meant maybe, just before she died, God was giving her a vivid dream. Perhaps taking pity on her for dying without ever having slept with anyone, and showing her a little mercy.

She knew it made no sense, but anything was possible in a dream, so it wasn’t an impossible thought.

“Not bad at all.”

But what bothered her was how rough the man’s movements and words were. If God was blessing her, shouldn’t it be with a wonderful man? Someone like, say, her favorite character from the novel she loved to read.

Who on earth was this man? Why was she having s*x with a stranger in such an obscene position?

On top of that, the p*nis driving into her at a merciless pace made the sensation so vivid, so intense, it felt like her lower half was being split open.

Her mind was hazy, but the thought crept in that this might not be a dream after all.

But if it wasn’t a dream, what was this situation? She tried to recall something, anything, but there was no room for that.

“Mmm!”

Thud, thud. Every time the man’s rough thr*sts drove into her without mercy, she couldn’t hold a single thought together. Her whole body shook violently. Squelch. The lewd, wet sounds echoed through the quiet space.

The blissful sensation left her unable to think straight. Then it happened. The man, mid-thr*st, opened his mouth.

“You wanted this so badly. Are you satisfied now?”

She hadn’t wanted it, but she was satisfied. She just didn’t want to admit it.

“Hah!”

She wanted to say no, but m*ans kept spilling out instead. Even her own voice felt foreign to her.

“I asked if you’re satisfied.”

Ugh.

There was anger in the man’s voice. As though demanding an answer, he moved his hips even more violently. The woman’s body arched back and went limp.

Who is he, getting angry at me like this? She couldn’t see his face at all, and the frustration was maddening. Every time she tried to get a look at him, he slammed into her hard from behind, leaving her no chance.

“Hah! Ahhhh!”

She didn’t want to m*an, so she bit down hard on her lower lip and tried to hold it in, but against her will, sharp cries kept slipping out.

The intense sensation wiped her mind blank. She couldn’t think of anything else.

As her body slowly began to give out, the man’s hands steadied her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lowered himself down. His firm chest pressed against her back. It was solid and heavy like stone, and her heart pounded wildly.

“This was always going to be a one-time thing, wasn’t it? Enjoy it while you’re giving me your body.”

What was he even saying?

The man kept muttering things she couldn’t make sense of.

“If you want more, shake your hips.”

Who said anything about wanting more?

“N, No…”

“Oh? Playing hard to get now? A moment ago you were begging me to f*ck you harder.”

She had never said anything like that. Why was she being told these things?

“E, Enough. St, stop.”

“What changes if you suddenly act all high and mighty?”

The man laughed like he couldn’t believe her. Who’s acting high and mighty?

“You got f*cked by me, so now you’re done, is that it?”

Got f*cked? Why did she have to listen to talk like this?

She wanted to say no, wanted to tell him to stop, but her voice wouldn’t come out. Only sharp m*ans kept spilling from her lips. She was afraid she might lose her mind entirely at this rate.

“Ahhhh. Ugh. Ahh. Hnngh!”

She tried to resist, knowing she couldn’t go on like this, but the more she did, the more she found herself grinding her hips back without realizing it. That seemed to provoke the man, and he thr*st into her even more mercilessly.

The sensation storming up from deep inside her body like a typhoon was more than she could bear any longer. Her vision blurred. The woman lost consciousness entirely.

* * *

“Are you all right?”

Mmmm. Her eyelids fluttered, on the verge of opening, when she heard someone trying to wake her. It was a voice full of worry.

“Miss Annette.”

But the name she heard was not her own.

Annette? Who is that? Is this a foreign country? And “miss”?

Startled by the strange form of address, the woman’s eyes snapped open. What came into view was an unfamiliar scene.

A floor covered in marble like something from a medieval noble’s mansion, a display cabinet that looked expensive at a glance, a sofa, and a bed. It was a lavish, luxurious room straight out of a movie.

One moment I was having s*x with a stranger, and now I’m waking up in a world I’ve never seen before?

What, what is this? Is this still a dream?

While she looked around with bewildered eyes, a middle-aged woman she had never seen before pulled her into an embrace.

“Annette, you’re awake.”

The woman looked at her with warm eyes, and beside her a dignified man with a gentle smile was standing. She could tell they were Annette’s mother and father.

The woman could only stare at them with a baffled expression. Because her name was not Annette. It was Shin Harim.

Born into an ordinary family and living an ordinary life, the first hardship she ever faced was the death of her parents. She lost them in a tragic car accident and had been scraping by ever since, but the tragedy didn’t end there.

All the money she had saved, plus a loan she had taken out, had gone into the house she was renting, and she lost every bit of it to a rental fraud scam.