Lovely Monsters Chapter 27

So he didn’t even see which part Stacked Books had flipped to.

“Ah… eung!”

After the middle finger, it was the ring finger. The flushed red entrance, curled into a circle, nibbled at the fingers. Stacked Books pressed its firm palm against his perineum and testicles and rolled its fingers broadly inside. Kim Heejo, barely catching his breath, threw his head back. It was a reaction as if he were feeling an orgasm. However, the scheduled 20 minutes was only the beginning.

It was possible that Stacked Books was truly doing everything that could be done with hands.

When Kim Heejo occasionally came to his senses, that was what he thought. Stacked Books shook the hole with such force it seemed it would drench the entire cavity, or it clung to the sensitive spots, tormenting only the narrowest parts with concentration. When Kim Heejo could not endure it and nearly went into convulsions, the monster would gently roll his insides as if nothing had happened.

“Crazy, ah, heueueu, you crazy bastard, ha, euk, stop…!”

These were words born from being unable to endure the sensation, not from loathing. Kim Heejo, struggling while tightening his hole hard, let out a silent scream as the fingers began to move side to side. He had ejaculated so much that the space between his legs was sodden. He had nearly fainted several times.

But each time, the tips of Stacked Books’ fingers rolled over his pleasure points, forcibly waking his mind. That was the only thing that was forceful.

“Heup… eua, ha….”

Kim Heejo, now even hiccuping, wrapped his two arms around his throbbing lower abdomen. His legs were spread wide enough to leave his private parts completely exposed, but he had neither the energy nor the will to close them.

It was at that moment that Stacked Books brought its own cock to him. The sodden, softened entrance sweetly swallowed the glans entering inside. The melted mucous membrane clung to the corpus cavernosum without a single gap. Soon, he accepted it, chewing it down to the root.

Due to the sustained foreplay, his body was looser and hotter than ever before. Even though they had only gone back and forth three or four times, Kim Heejo was pushed almost to the brink of ejaculation and groaned in a voice flush with heat. The glans entered, parting the inner flesh layer by layer, and made the inside wrinkled again as it withdrew. As this proceeded slowly and then changed into short intervals to attack his insides, his vision became completely bleached. In a situation where he could see nothing, only the presence of Stacked Books swelled enormously.

Exactly which time is this? Kim Heejo pointlessly tried to count the number of oragasms he couldn’t possibly track before giving up.

At that time, the book at the head area was spread wide open. Stacked Books pointed to the part at the far right as if telling him to read here.

[“Are you satisfied with the food?”

The chef, with a somewhat trembling expression, awaited the evaluation of the Beef Bourguignon (*a dish made by simmering beef with vegetables and wine) he had created.]

Kim Heejo, dazed for a moment, burst into laughter. A hollow laugh was mixed in, but half of it was because it was truly funny.

“…Are you a total psycho, seriously.”

Stacked Books understood that and took it as a positive sign, pulling its lower body back before entering deeply. When it struck the dead end inside his body, Kim Heejo’s laughter turned into a high-pitched cry.

Just as Lion Head did, it was thrusting with enough force to crush his insides, but Kim Heejo felt no pain at all. No matter how the monster struck his depths, the area below that Stacked Books had painstakingly loosened welcomed the intruder, nibbling at it with the mucous membrane as if it felt good.

But perhaps even if the foreplay hadn’t been long, he might have ended up feeling this way regardless.

Kim Heejo knew that his body was no longer the same as before. Normally, one does not accept pain as pleasure. It clearly hurt, but once the feeling of it being “good” flickered by even briefly, from that moment on, he could perceive nothing but pleasure. No matter what happened, his body only burned with heat.

“Heueu, aheueueu, heut….”

Because his lower body was lifted upward, he could watch the member battering his hole. Though the vein-ridged penis was not as ominous as Lion Head’s cock, it was sufficient to scrape Kim Heejo’s insides as much as it wanted. Stacked Books was making a mess of him without rest, filling up the shallow spots, the deepest and narrowest spots, the bulging erogenous zones, or every single space. In that way, it broke Kim Heejo down.

“Aaaa, ah, heuk, euheup, it’s good… ah…!”

Perhaps he said words he shouldn’t have. Kim Heejo felt an unspeakable sense of rapture while harboring the object that vibrated obscenely inside his body. When his facial muscles went completely slack and his mouth hung wide open, Stacked Books forced its fingers into that mouth.

That action was as if it regretted not being able to mingle tongues because it lacked a mouth. As two fingers pressed his tongue and churned as if snatching it at the same time, Kim Heejo’s airway narrowed, leaving him no choice but to pant.

But that wasn’t bad. He even thought it was good that a heavy daze bloomed and his vision grew distant. Kim Heejo, biting the thick fingers with his lips and rolling them with his tongue, let out a nasal moan.

As if stimulated by this, Stacked Books suddenly pushed its waist in deep. It was no different from a signal that ejaculation was imminent. Kim Heejo also realized this instinctively, but the reason to refuse had long since been crushed fine by the cock. The sensation welling up from the junction pounded against his chest.

“Heuk, eeueueuung… heua, ah, eut… heu….”

The inner walls twitched, urging for the monster to ejaculate its cum. It wasn’t just the lower mouth; the upper mouth did the same. Kim Heejo, sucking hard on the fingers, muttered “faster, faster” in a completely slurred accent. Soon, as with the other monsters, an amount of semen incomparable to a human’s ejaculation literally poured out. If he hadn’t seen the overflowing semen escaping through the gaps of his hole, he might have thought it was urine.

“Ah, heueueueu, heuk, ah, aat…!”

For the first time in his life, he felt a pleasure close to an ultimate peak just from the semen pouring in. The feeling of the thick liquid being dumped into his body and soaking the mucous membrane layer by layer made the world go dark. Because Stacked Books’ penis was thrust so deep, the semen was deposited just as far inside.

Only much later did Kim Heejo, his waist twitching, narrow his eyes. Even though it had just ejaculated, Stacked Books’ cock remained buried in his inner walls, expanded to a degree that it was a wonder it didn’t burst. So even just staying still felt like his pleasure points were being strongly crushed.

“Ha, eu… heut, heueu….”

A wave rose. Starting slowly from a very low place, it turned into a massive swell and swallowed his entire body. Kim Heejo decided to let Stacked Books rummage through his body, which had gone into heat again.

No, rather, he hoped the monster would torment him wildly, tearing him to shreds. An abnormal desire leaped up along with the pleasure.

He is not tired.

He isn’t stiff either.

After being with Stacked Books, his physical condition became fine.

It was absurd, but Kim Heejo, realizing this fact through his body, stood up from his seat with a smirk. It was as if it meant that if he wanted to keep going to the front car, he should diligently spread his legs for the monsters.

It felt good, so it won’t be hard, right?

That thought occurred to him while he was conscious of the semen that kept leaking out no matter how much he scraped it. It was because he had greedily accepted it into his hole as if it were a treat when they ejaculated inside him.

“….”

Watching for an opportunity, Kim Heejo opened the cabin door and fled to the front car when Stacked Books was away.

It was laughable to blame himself at this point, but once he became sane, the semen and the marks left on his body were all loathsome. Am I crazy? Have I lost my mind? If I don’t at least hate this, what else am I supposed to do?

Kim Heejo, struggling in self-loathing, only put his clothes back on after squatting down and draining all the semen. Fortunately, Stacked Books did not chase him. He looked back at the closed door for a moment before stepping forward.

He must go to the front car.

Relying on his only hope, Kim Heejo’s pace repeatedly quickened and slowed. Fortunately, he did not encounter any monsters while walking and walking, but the problem was that there was absolutely no end in sight. Even though he had passed through at least 300 cabins, nothing changed. At most, only the appearance inside the cabins changed every time.