Precautions of a Snakepit - Chapter 94 (R-19)

“Lean back a little more. Put your weight on me.”

“And then the weight will hurt your back-”

Before Won could finish her sentence, a large hand dug into her skirt and gripped the flesh at the base of her a$s. Top Dog, who easily pulled her close to him, raised an eyebrow in disapproval. It seems he was questioning how much she weighed.

Between her spread legs, his firm, lower stomach was almost touching her. As if that wasn’t enough, he nudged her back to guide her toward him.

“Closer… Right. Put your arms around my neck.”

Leaning her entire upper body against him, she put her arms around his neck. Experience had taught her that it was less painful to do as she was told.

Sitting on top of him in a face-to-face position, she was now clinging to him. Something heavy pressed against her gaping p*ssy. It was the outline of an erect p*nis, ready to burst through his pants at any moment.

Top Dog, who hadn’t even unzipped his pants and was still rubbing against her panties, whispered in an excited tone.

“What’s this w*tness? Did you pee? Or did you spill something else that’s soaking your panties?”

“Your mouth…”

“Listen to it. It’s squeaking when I just rub it.”

Indeed, there was a faint, squelching sound coming from below as he pulled up her skirt. Slipping his hand under, he ran his fingers down the length of her panties and spoke with a hint of laughter.

“Doesn’t it make you thirsty when you drip like that? I’m afraid you’re going to get dehydrated even when you sleep, sweetheart.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hah, I can’t take it anymore.”

He unzipped his pants and lowered his briefs, pulling out his huge, fully erect c*ck. Won quickly whispered so he wouldn’t forget.

“That, condom…”

“Okay, okay.”

As if telling her not to worry, Top Dog pulled a condom out of his pants pocket. He popped it open and slipped it onto his c*ck with one hand.

He always had condoms with him, but never voluntarily used them. If she didn’t bring it up first, he’d just assume he could do it without one. It wasn’t a big deal though, because he would always obediently listen to her.

With the condom pushed down as far as it could, Top Dog didn’t even bother to take off her panties; he just pushed them to one side and inserted himself.

Won could barely breathe at the sensation of the thick pillar pushing in. No matter how many times she did it, she couldn’t get used to the thickness and length.

“Mmph, ah, slowly…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going in slowly, so relax.”

The difference between the soothing tone of his voice and the eerie words sent chills down her spine. She felt like she was being eaten by a monster that was creeping up on her, but she could only cry and cooperate while taking him inside. If it went wrong, she’d be the one to get hurt.

She frantically clung to his neck, feeling as if every crease in her lining was being stretched and probed where it shouldn’t. His gritted teeth and patient breathing mingled with pleased laughter.

“Do you like me that much?”

It was a question she should have asked.

‘Do you like me so much you can’t help but laugh at the fact that I’m entangled with you?’

She didn’t have the energy to retort, not with the size of him, so she just huffed and puffed.

He sighed in satisfaction as he pushed his c*ck all the way inside her. He watched her squirm against the enormous object for a moment, then started to move his hips.

“Ahhh, yes… Deep, hmph…”

Maybe it was her posture, but Won couldn’t help but be distracted by the pillar thrusting deeper and harder than usual.

“So that means it’s good, right?”

“Weird, hah, weird… Heuk!”

“So good you want to die? Okay.”

His sarcasm was at a high level. Normally, she would have argued back, but her mind was too foggy to think straight.

With a loud squelch, his c*ck slid into her. Her lower stomach rumbled with vibrations as the thick sh*ft slammed into her deepest crevices, and the flesh against her p*bic bone tingled. The blinding pl*asure, as if it was melting her brain’s circuits, overwhelmed all else. In the face of this merciless pl*asure, everything felt amazing.

She dug her nails into his shoulder, sobbing with pl*asure that was almost too much for her to handle.

“Hah! You son of a bitch…”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

With that, Top Dog wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Spasming by the sudden surge of her cl*max, she had no choice but to accept his kiss.

Living him was debauchery. She woke up when she wanted to, ate what he fed her, made love to him, and slept when she wanted to. She couldn’t tell if she was living the life of a human being or an animal following its instincts.

She wouldn’t have done anything productive without him, since she was planning on resting anyway, but the addition of him made her diet better and s*x life messier. When she was alone, she would have m*sturbated once or twice, but with him, they f*cked every day.

She was lucky if it was only once a day. Sometimes, she felt as if she was on fire and they would do it in the morning, then at lunch, then in the evening, and at night. She never got sick though, partly because she wasn’t doing anything else, and partly because he was strict about nutrition and food.

There are a few things she learned since living with him.

First, he’s serious about cooking. More accurately, he is serious about cooking for others. When she mentioned in passing that he was a good cook and would be popular, he gave her a look that said he hadn’t heard it all before.

“Who the f*ck do you think I am to cook for other assholes?”

“I thought you liked to cook?”

“I thought it was good to only feed you.”

… Anyway, he’s a good cook.

Second, she thought he would chain-smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol like it’s water, but that isn’t the case. In all the time they have lived together, she has never seen him put alcohol or tobacco in his mouth.

She once asked him if he went outside to get rid of the odor when he smoked since she remembered seeing him smoking in the ward.

“I haven’t smoked since I started living with you. I only smoke when I’m in a really shitty mood. It’s maybe like once a year.”

His routine wasn’t as decadent as it looks. In fact, he’s probably healthier than most, judging by how much he exercises…

Third, he must be haunted by some previous life where he couldn’t stick around that long. Top Dog clings to her every chance he gets, especially when she’s sleeping.

‘I’m not a doll, why do you insist on sleeping with me?’

She’d drift off to sleep, exhausted from s*x, and wake up in his arms. “Always” is the operative word. She’d be uncomfortable but groggy, so she would just go back to sleep, though.

It’s funny. At first, she thought it was annoying and uncomfortable, and it would take a while for her to fall asleep, but after a while, she was able to adapt and fall asleep quickly. It still wasn’t exactly comfortable for her, though.

Humans are animals of adaptation, so Won managed to live.

Checking the calendar on her phone, Won realized that she had already passed the two-week mark and was entering the third week. She opened her bank application and checked her deposit balance. She thought the app was glitching because the number she saw didn’t seem real.

‘Twelve times.’

Target had sent her 12 times the originally promised amount.

She hadn’t expected to even receive five or ten times as much, nonetheless twelve. He said it was for saving his life and providing useful information, but she was still taken aback.

‘Should I buy a condo?’

With this much money, she thought she could buy a condo with a view of the Han River, or maybe close to the shopping center. If she adds the money she’s saved so far and takes out a loan, maybe she can buy a small building…

She had a lot of ideas, but couldn’t decide what to do.

After closing the app, Won thought about retirement. Top Dog, who had gone into another room to answer the phone, quickly came out.

“Sweetheart, he wants to talk to you.”

She picked up the phone and put it to her ear. A familiar voice followed.

“It’s been a while, Won.”

It was Target.

“Yeah, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. I need to talk to you about the facility, do you have a moment?”

Won’s eyes narrowed at the question.

She saw Target’s and Black Cat’s joint venture on the news. The true nature of the New Faith Prayer Center had been all over the local broadcast channels, as well as other media and online. Won was convinced that the cult had intentionally set up some hoax.

An unusual, snake-believing cult ran a psychiatric facility, where they conducted human experimentation and modification to turn people into snakes.

That’s how the world has come to know what the New Faith Prayer Center did in the locked ward. That was what was in Dr. Hudson’s vault, though they didn’t know if that was the whole truth.

In any case, Won smoothly watched the fire burn. She thought it couldn’t have been more successful, so she didn’t know what the problem could be.

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“For starters, the New Faith Prayer Center was… disbanded. Or, more accurately, dissolved.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, they had a compound set aside for their recruits. There was an unexplained fire that killed them all. Apparently a mass suicide…”

A chill ran down her spine at the unexpected details.

Target continued.

“We’ve been able to identify them by the remains left at the scene of the fire, but the problem is… Two bodies are missing, while everyone else is dead.”

“Who are the two?”

“It’s Dr. Madison and Ju-hee.”

Kofi