Robellia raised her limp arms and covered her mouth with her hands. The sobs that escaped between her trembling palms seemed inevitable. Akan moved his waist numbly with a tired face.

Every time he thrust his p*nis into her wet v*gina, a sticky, crunching sound came out. But the untamed inner walls remained rigid, not knowing how to do it.

A thud. As he thrust deep into her waist, Robellia’s body was pushed off the table. He pulled her pelvis back and thrust harder into her waist. Although her slender body shook like a piece of paper, Akan had no sympathy.

Her mind was not happy at all, but her body was used to reacting. As Robellia’s hole squeezed his p*nis mercilessly, he felt the urge to ej*culate immediately. Without hesitation, Akan ej*culated deep inside Robellia for the first time.

Although it is not intercourse for s*xual gratification, *jaculation naturally brings pleasure at the end. Akan frowned and waited for the sensation of his p*nis twitching and ej*culating.

“Huhhhh…”

The unsettling sensation of Akan’s retreat caused Robellia to sob again. Akan’s actions felt justified in his mind, and since his chosen method was assault, she found herself unable to resist. A grim sense of relief washed over her as the long and excruciating ordeal came to an end.

The forcibly broken entrance failed to close properly even after his retreat, leaving her exposed. With each twitch of her reddened v*ginal opening, white s*men was expelled, dripping onto the floor. Her body ached inside and out from the violent penetration she had experienced for the first time in her life. Unable to gather her strength, Robellia remained face down on the table, shaking uncontrollably.

Akan thrust two fingers deep into Robellia’s gaping v*gina. Curling his fingers like a hook, he scraped inside, causing a mixture of oil and s*men to flow out along the open passage.

He moved his fingers carelessly up and down, making sure they were thoroughly coated. Then, withdrawing them, he turned his attention slightly upwards, to the puckered opening between her b*ttocks. Robellia remained limp, unable to move a single finger, her body collapsing in exhaustion.

The shock left her unable to fully comprehend what was happening. More than pain or fear, she was overwhelmed by confusion. Akan, as if determined to demonstrate that misfortune can always deepen, used his fingers to push into the area that was never meant to be opened, forcing his way inside.

Robellia jerked upright like a wounded animal struck by an arrow and panicked.

“D-don’t…! Don’t do this…!”

There was no way Akan would heed such words. In fact, the very fact that he refrained from striking her immediately could be seen as an act of restraint.

Ignoring her attempts to resist, he spread his fingers, forced the opening wider and positioned the tip of his *rect p*nis.

“Ah…! No, ugh!”

He pushed his wet p*nis into her stiff rectum in an unnatural way. The anus, which was trying to close on its own, squeezed as if to break the column that was pushing in.

A slap. He pushed it all the way into her root and a thud, a flesh-slapping sound echoed through her soft b*ttocks. Akan was increasingly irritated by the tightness beyond the limit and the constant squeaking of Robellia.

“Be quiet.

“Sniffling, sobbing… Please, take it out. I beg you, please…”

Robellia, overwhelmed by the unbearable sensation, shook her head wildly as she sobbed. Akan’s hand grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back, forcing her neck to bend to the breaking point. Her sobs died away, replaced by choking, gasping sounds as she struggled for air. Without mercy, Akan continued his violent movements.

Robellia was shocked by this unconventional s*xual act. To be forced to have s*x while unmarried was shocking and painful, but to have her scrotum violated by force was incomparably shocking and painful.

Akan became increasingly irritated by the animalistic moans Robellia made with each thrust. Bang, bang, he slammed the back of her head, which he was holding onto, against the table twice and Robellia gasped as if she was going to faint, then quickly silenced her voice.

Akan concentrated solely on thrusting into Robellia, trying to rid himself of the uncomfortable sensation as he held her head down. Each time he pulled his hips back, he pulled her body forward to make sure he drove himself all the way in, over and over again. His rough skin scraped against Robellia’s sensitive inner tissues with each forceful thrust.

Robellia’s breathing was choked by the foreign body filling her stomach. The hard p*nis became a weapon, tearing into Robellia’s hole. Though she jerked as if in a seizure, the thrusts did not stop, the pillar of life hitting her stomach again and again. Thud, thud. Each time it hit Akan’s lower body, Robellia’s body shook as if it would break.

The second *jaculation came quickly. Akan didn’t hesitate and left a triumphant trail on Robellia’s rectum. He let go of her back hair only after he’d squirted all of his c*m into her.

Robellia’s head rolled helplessly to the side. The table was stained with blood from her nose, and the side of her face was already a mess of blood and tears.

Akan pulled out his p*nis and wiped it roughly with Robellia’s white nightgown. He straightened his clothes and brushed back his damp, sweat-soaked bangs. Despite having just treated a woman worse than an animal, his appearance now looked neat and composed. Still, his white hair gave him an oddly unsettling look.

Akan stepped back from the table where Robellia lay sprawled.

“Good night, Robellia.”

Akan left Robellia’s bedroom without a backward glance, his demeanor light and serene, as if to emphasize that there had been no affection or even lust in his actions.

When Robellia tried to get up, her weakened body gave way and she collapsed to the floor beside the table with a loud crash. The m*n who had been silently watching from the wall approached her.

They picked Robellia up, grabbed her by both arms, and dragged her to the bed. Her legs, unable to support her weight, trailed limply across the floor. The underwear that had clung precariously to her ankles slipped off completely and lay abandoned on the carpet. Blood from her nose dripped steadily down her chin, leaving a trail from the table to the bed.

Robellia, dizzy from shock and pain, was thrown to the bed. Her confused mind could not process what was happening, and her body refused to move.

One of the m*n pulled off her soiled nightgown. In the middle of her pale stomach, a bruise had already begun to form where she had been beaten earlier. Robellia opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out – only rough, strained breaths escaped her lips.

The man continued to remove her undergarments, leaving her completely n*ked. Her disheveled hair, broken and bleeding nose, and battered form made for a pitiful sight. But there was no trace of pity in the eyes of the m*n in the room.

Another man took hold of Robellia’s limp thighs and spread them wide. He unbuckled his belt, exposed himself, and without hesitation thrust into Robellia’s v*gina, where traces of Akan seed still lingered.

“Ah…!”

As the already battered inner walls were subjected to more rough friction, Robellia writhed and moaned in pain. Her continued sobbing was quickly silenced as another man positioned himself over her head, his large hand firmly covering her mouth. Her struggling limbs were bound and pinned to the bed by the others. The man who had entered Robellia’s body moved his hips mechanically, without emotion, as if performing a routine task. Each thrust produced obscene, echoing sounds in the room, but no one seemed affected or disturbed by it.