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"My son just, boohoo... graduated... how, how could... he was, boohoo, so kind, so good..."
A plump lady, decked out in jewels and finery, sobbed on the greasy screen, utterly overcome by grief and unable to speak. It certainly stirred pity, but such a scene was utterly out of place in this cheap, rough-and-ready pub.
Surprisingly, the customers—who looked every bit the thugs—put down whatever they were doing and listened with more rapt attention and righteous indignation than the most dedicated detective. The interviewer and they were concerned with the very same thing:
"Yes, yes, madam, it is truly tragic. And we hear you are willing to pay a hefty sum to find the murderer who killed your son—I’m sorry—and the other four students?"
The lady let out a few sobs, looking as if she might faint at any moment. When she finally caught her breath, she announced that the offer was open-ended, repeating that dizzying sum once more. This completely electrified the atmosphere in the pub, to the extent that by the latter half of the interview, hardly anyone could remain calm enough to listen to the lady’s accusations against the incompetent police force.
"Don’t you think it’s because she thought she was being clever by offering a reward, which attracted this bunch of good-for-nothings and disrupted public order, that the police are so inefficient?" Goo struck up a conversation with the barman out of sheer boredom, pointing his thumb behind him as if afraid he hadn’t made himself clear enough.
"Er…"
As if you weren’t here for the money yourself. The bartender thought to himself. He rarely saw someone so eager to get himself killed. Across the seasoned oak bar with its patina, the nasty stares from those gang members and the one-armed parolee drilled straight into Goo.
"But yeah, they are useless." Goo didn't care at all about the bartender's reply and kept talking to himself. "They can't even figure out the number of killers or the motive after all this time."
"So you know something?" The bartender stopped wiping his glass and tried to pry it out of Goo.
"You can't afford it." Goo downed the Screwdriver in one gulp and gave the bartender a disdainful once-over.
Most people come to the pub to get information from the barman, but Goo is the only one who, after just three days in town, dares to turn the tables and sell information himself, and he’s full of himself to boot.
The bartender's professionalism was strong. The corners of his mouth kept smiling without twitching. In his heart, he wished Goo would die from tripping because he stepped out of the bar with his left foot first. Whether he was a skilled mercenary or some Interpol agent or serial killer, just get the hell out.
Goo kicked his stool aside to leave. A small guy who had been huddled in the corner quickly stood up too. He stumbled all the way through the narrow, crowded space, almost every two steps saying "Excuse me, sorry." By the time he reached the porch, Goo's shadow was nowhere to be seen (not ruling out the possibility that the bartender's wish had come true).
"What did that man just ask you?" The black cloak completely engulfed the small guy, only vaguely revealing a palm-sized fair face. It was a getup many bounty hunters liked, but his height couldn't pull it off.
The barman paid no heed to this pretentious young man, his attention fixed on the television screen; the programme had returned from the interview location to the studio.
"Do you all have your answers, viewers? Let’s take a look—the highest vote is for ‘female fork’?! "What an unusual result! This certainly is the most sensational topic of the moment. Are there any other answers??"
A member of staff stepped forward to whisper a few words, and the presenter suddenly bowed apologetically to the audience, saying helplessly: "We’ve just received the latest news: our programme will have to be suspended for a moment, as some viewers believe the lady’s bounty on the criminal is tantamount to hiring a hitman. Well, is that a possibility? Perhaps the culprit in this case is someone who will stop at nothing for money, and only turned to this after failing to blackmail the graduates and their parents—"
The presenter’s voice cut short abruptly; it seemed the police had finally had enough and cut the programme short.
The barman turned around, eager to discuss the presenter’s amusing theory, but the kid, who had been so persistent just moments before, had already run off. The complimentary onion rings had been left completely untouched; the congealed grease on the metal tray looked rather unappetising.
*
The weather in the small town didn’t turn stormy or sunny just because a few people had died; as far as the eye could see, everything was a hazy grey, as if peering out through a dirty attic window. A chilly wind, laden with dust, swept past Goo, brushing against him and the stalker some twenty metres away.
The streets leading out of the pub were a labyrinth; one could lose sight of a target in the blink of an eye, let alone after a few minutes’ delay. Perhaps the tailer possessed a natural talent for this sort of thing, or perhaps Goo, drowsy from the alcohol, was simply too sluggish to notice, but they maintained a strange stability, each minding their own business without disturbing the other.
They ‘went’ round the supermarket together, but as customers who only looked and didn’t buy, they were looked down upon. The ladies and gentlemen in the queue frowned, whilst the children were not so prejudiced; they excitedly discussed what they would do if they got their hands on the money, though some spoilsports said they hoped the money would never be claimed, and there were actually a few scattered voices in agreement.
Goo had a sudden urge to visit the church, but unfortunately it was too late; upon arrival, he found it had already closed. On the way back to the motel, he had to pass by the brightly lit police station and school.
The neighbourhood was in such chaos now that no one could be certain the person they passed wasn’t the second-in-command of some Southeast Asian gang, a people-smuggler with connections deep enough to facilitate illegal crossings into Mexico, or a serial killer with a repertoire of gruesome dismemberment techniques.
Goo’s sword had somehow found its way into his hand, and he was humming a tune as he walked along, completely oblivious to the atmosphere. Among the wary crowd, someone was the first to recognise his face, and people began to avoid Goo; he made his way to the motel without incident.
Suddenly, Goo stopped and turned around, glancing back silently, without a trace of a smile.
The corridor was deserted, not a soul in sight; only the fluorescent light from the billboards flickered blindingly through the cold mist, whilst the clouds, like dirty sponges left soaking for too long, hung heavily over the treetops across the way.
Goo darted forward a few steps, but it was too late; the faint, ragged sound of breathing was mere inches away. With his mouth and nose covered by a damp towel, he could do nothing but hold his breath.
One, two, three...
Daniel's voice as he counted silently was shaking, and his hands were shaking too. Feeling the person in his arms slowly let go of their strength, he barely managed to settle his heartbeat. Relying on his own experience, he quickly pulled the cloth away even though it wasn't time yet, and carefully reached toward Goo's neck.
Once he’d confirmed Goo was unharmed, he collapsed onto the floor, trembling like a pool of runny cream, leaving one to wonder who, exactly, was the one who’d been unconscious and helpless.
The incredible smoothness made Daniel feel like he was dreaming. The sweet smell of food around him made him hazy and intoxicated. Daniel held Goo and stared blankly for a while. He barely managed to suppress his instinct and recall the next step of the plan.
He tried his best to drag Goo into the room in a safe and comfortable position. He tried a few times but couldn't get Goo onto the bed lying down. Instead, he exhausted himself quite a bit. Just now when he drugged Goo, because of his insufficient height, the action of tiptoeing and raising his arms for too long had made his muscles sore. Daniel had to give up. In that position, he supported Goo to lean by the bed to catch his breath and rest for a while.
The joy and relief of success were drenched by cold sweat, and what rose up instead was a thicker despair, no different from the degree when Daniel discovered he had become a Fork.
The study’s conclusion is correct: Fork formed later in life are far more at risk and have poorer self-control. After all, having lived the first half of their lives just like anyone else, becoming a fork is akin to waking up one morning to find oneself disabled. Even when the allure of cake is equally strong, there is a world of difference between gaining something only to lose it again, and eating solely to maintain vital signs.
Daniel trusted a Fork's self-control even less than the researchers did.
He should have left this town three days ago at the latest, especially when the blond man in the next seat smelled like toasted marshmallows. Daniel's speed of leaving could only be called fleeing. But the next morning, he discovered in terror that he had bought a night ticket and come back at some point, and was just about to knock on that blond man's door. The thick, sweet honey smell inside tempted him, so much better than the cement-texture sandwich he had wolfed down.
He was as if he were on a leash.
He was unable to do anything; moving even a few metres away left him feeling as miserable as if he had hypoglycaemia. It wasn’t just his appetite that was affected; his sleep was too. In his dreams, he tossed and turned, haunted by the same cake.
Before his instincts took over completely, Daniel had to act.
"I’m sorry…"
It took Daniel at least five minutes to fumble in the dark and undo the buttons on Goo’s jacket. During that time, he took several deep breaths to tell himself not to get flustered or nervous, and before he knew it, he was muttering his thoughts aloud.
"Just a tiny bit of blood, 150ml, well within the healthy range… 100ml would do too!"
"Please, just this once… I’ll try my best not to bother you again after this…"
Daniel's disinfectant cotton swab accidentally brushed his own finger. The coolness was like a clear ice cube melting and sliding across. A very strange feeling. He lowered his head, stopped moving, and knelt sitting on Goo's lap.
Was he really going to do this?
Even if he were to leave with this vial of blood, how long would it last? Wouldn’t upsetting this balance be like drinking poison to quench one’s thirst? Might he… lose all self-control?
And Goo isn’t a bad person—at least, the way he’s behaved over the last three days doesn’t match Daniel’s image of a villain. So why would Daniel keep making the same mistake over and over again, targeting an innocent person?
What on earth was he thinking?
Daniel froze for a long moment, but eventually put the syringe away, smoothed Goo’s sleeve back into place, pulled the blanket down to cover him, and gripped the door handle.
But human beings are always greedy; whilst they can summon the willpower to resolve to stop, they can also find an excuse to indulge themselves at the very last moment.
Just have a taste.
Their lips met, like the first domino to fall, and with a snap, all their restraint was lost.
Daniel’s rationality melted away beneath the trembling sweetness; the mixture of bodily fluids licked by his tongue was swallowed ravenously down his throat. The strawberries soaked in syrup and the salty cheese completely took over his taste buds, whilst the liquid spilling from the corners of his mouth glistened like plastic, scraping against the lining of his mouth just as one would scrape vanilla icing off a cake base.
Although the taste had good layers, the sweet and sour balanced perfectly, having sweetness as the main note still made it a little cloying. Luckily, the flavor of Goo's actively cooperating tongue was different—
Wait?! Cooperating with what?!
"Mmph!!"
A hand clamped down on the back of Daniel’s head. It was a force his neck muscles could never hope to resist, blocking his escape route and forcing him forward to deepen this ‘kiss’. With a touch of stinginess, it reclaimed the bodily fluid Daniel had just tasted. The chuckle he held back in his throat was low and muffled; Daniel could do nothing but accept the tremors, as if even his shivering were triggered by the other man flicking a switch.
Fear mixed with his hunger, urging him to bite down hard and just go with it.
But before Daniel could even quite see how Goo had switched hands to draw the sword, the blade had already sliced slightly into his skin. The edge trembled faintly in time with his pulse, appearing in the dim light like a thin, cold beam of light, only to be smudged dim by the slow trickle of blood.
Tears of sheer panic instantly welled up in the corners of Daniel’s eyes. How could he have forgotten to take Goo’s sword away? And to have been so careless as not to tie him up—trace it back to the source, the sedative hadn’t taken effect at all!
Daniel was finally released from the brink of suffocation and unconsciousness. He was about to flee, but his legs were sore and aching from kneeling for so long. What had previously felt like a sweet burden had been intensified by the sudden awakening of his senses, making the simple act of standing up drain nearly all his strength.
Goo, however, made no move to stop him. He leaned nonchalantly against the bedside, merely raising his knee slightly—
"Ugh...!"
The hard kneecap forced its way between his labia, pushing through several layers of thin fabric to reach the hidden opening. Daniel nearly collapsed back onto his knees; the prospect of that happening under the force of gravity was simply unimaginable, and he struggled desperately to brace himself.
"Now you know how to be scared?" Goo deliberately dragged out his tone, his voice teasing. "When you used a body like this to commit crimes and kill your way from the midlands all the way down to the south, how come you didn't know how to be scared then?"
His sword remained sheathed, still embedded in Daniel’s abdominal skin, washed by a fine trickle of blood. Whenever Daniel tried to push him away or resist, the blade would always push a few millimetres deeper in a highly suggestive manner, forcing Daniel to lean back to avoid it, until he was gradually forced to lie down on the mouldy-smelling carpet. He slowly realised that this position was not ideal; at the very least, he should draw his legs together to expose fewer vulnerabilities.
"Can that little bit of useless shame get you out of this situation?"
Such an obvious intention was, of course, detected. Goo clicked his tongue and forcibly pried Daniel’s legs apart.
He bent one knee, kneeling halfway between Daniel’s legs, using his weight to press down upon the fragile penis and vulva, grinding against Daniel’s groin from top to bottom. The seemingly casual pressure was already pushing those organs to the brink of being crushed and flattened. Daniel groaned in pain; Through his tear-blurred peripheral vision, he caught Goo seeming to reach into his cloak and fumble around for something, then let out a few low laughs. It seemed he had been holding back laughter really hard while pretending to be unconscious.
Goo had tracked him all the way. He was about to miss Daniel again this time, but then Daniel came back on his own. A serial killer, a fork, had the audacity to reverse-track a top-tier bounty hunter for three days, dared to come for a midnight snack without any weapons, yet hesitated half a day just to get his blood drawn. Anyone wouldn't know and would think Daniel had specifically come here for a fuck.
"Sorry...! My bad, never again! Please let me go..."
Daniel apologised breathlessly, but Goo knew Daniel was only apologising for having offended him. This boy, cowering and trembling beneath him, had slaughtered five people just three days earlier—snapping their necks cleanly and severing two tendons in the head of the school bully’s hand. The victim’s family—that lady—was heartbroken and significantly increased the reward; Daniel is now worth at least eight figures.
How ridiculous—the reason this fork killed wasn’t for food, but for his bizarre, extreme sense of morality. He could travel thousands of miles to this small town at the request of a stranger, verify the facts, and permanently resolve a problem protected by the law. Yet when faced with someone he didn’t deem a villain, he couldn’t bring himself to inflict even the slightest harm.
The way he desperately fought against his instinct to feed was adorably foolish. What other fork in this world could be so peculiar?
"Why are you leaving? You want me so badly; of course I can satisfy you."
Goo drew close suggestively, as if caressing a lover. He leaned down and, quite literally, gave the fork a taste of sweetness, and the sword that had been lurking, threatening Daniel, withdrew.
Whether it was a blessing or a punishment, Daniel had no right to refuse. He lost the ability to think before he could even feel joy or suspicion; his mouth was filled with the refreshing aroma of matcha and dark chocolate, whilst the molten cake centre enveloping his tongue was even more delicate and smooth. The flavour had already changed again after just five minutes. If Daniel was lucky enough, perhaps one day the flavour, shifting in real-time with Goo’s mood, might actually produce the taste of fried chicken.
The psychological trauma left by his first ‘meal’ was too great; this time, Daniel couldn’t fully immerse himself. He remained anxious and tense, his body on high alert, which only made the situation worse. The sword pressing against him shifting position was hardly a blessing either. A chill ran down Daniel’s legs; Goo had maliciously sliced open only his crotch, leaving the rest of his body intact and hanging there, looking rather comical.
The psychological trauma caused by his first ‘meal’ was too great for Daniel; this time, he was unable to fully immerse himself in the experience. He remained anxious and tense, his body on high alert, which only made matters worse; shifting position whilst his sword was pressed against him was hardly a good idea either.Daniel's crotch felt cold. Goo maliciously only cut open the crotch of his pants, peeling out his pussy, while the rest of his clothes were still intact on his body, looking ridiculous.
"Ah!"
The wet pussy, hungry and yearning for caresses, didn’t have time to react; it took the full force of the blow. The pain was a split second behind, grinding dully across the flesh. Goo watched coldly as the two moist labia quickly flushed red, twitching pitifully a few times, whilst his clitoris, struck by the blow, swelled high and trembled, protruding lewdly from the slit.
"You actually bought that," Goo's tone dropped completely, a different person from his earlier smiling self. "You wanted to eat me a few minutes ago, now you have the nerve to enjoy yourself? Going into heat faster than a bitch."
"I’m sorry,sorry! Waaah… I didn’t want you to die… Mmmph ah!"
With a sharp ‘smack’, his palm lashed down hard on Daniel’s pussy. At first, it was the sound of flesh meeting flesh, but after two or three strikes, it was nothing but the sound of wet flesh.
Goo hadn’t held back. Whilst a slap to the face would still be no small matter, it would primarily convey humiliation; striking the most sensitive and fragile of areas—the vulva—was an entirely different matter. Especially as Goo was fuelled by a mix of genuine and feigned anger. Daniel’s bodily fluids were flung about, and even his clitoris did not escape this grim fate.
Ouch! clitoris hurts!
The sound of slapping echoed one after another, thoroughly spanking Daniel’s vaginal opening and urethra until they pitifully oozed fluids—not to mention his clitoris, which bore the brunt of it and had swollen to twice its original size.
if this keeps up, he’s really going to come…
The entry requirements for swordsmanship are demanding by nature; one must exercise precise control over one’s hand strength. Those broad palms could easily grip a sword hilt or cover the entire vulva. With each slap, not a single spot between Daniel’s legs was spared the pain, and his lower body trembled more frequently than raindrops falling.
"No, stop! Stop it, aaaah!"
The rough callus scraped rapidly across his clitoris; the brutal pain sent shivers through his lower abdomen, causing him to convulse uncontrollably. When the pain became unbearable, he frantically tried to clamp his legs together to escape, but Goo’s hand hadn’t withdrawn yet, whenever Daniel clamped his legs together, he would press Goo’s hand against his own tiny pussy, trapping it there, using the scorching heat of his thighs and labia to warm Goo’s hand.
Daniel’s self-inflicted misery finally made Goo laugh; even the biggest problems could be easily brushed aside when he was in a good mood. Goo even found a little patience to offer comfort: ‘Stop crying. I nearly died and I didn’t cry.’
Goo eased his touch as he rubbed Daniel’s wet, red, swollen clitoris, yet one of his hands seemed to have forgotten to lower the sword; whilst comforting him, the blade’s edge would occasionally brush against Daniel’s skin. The dual stimulation drew several gasps of fear from Daniel. It must be said that Daniel remained true to form; sensing Goo’s attitude softening slightly, he plucked up the courage to press his advantage: "I’m truly, truly sorry… I promise I’ll leave right now, and I’ll never show my face to you again—"
"The first person you killed was my only friend in the central region," Goo acted as if he didn't hear, talking to himself. Feeling Daniel's eyes on him instantly, he deliberately waited a beat before saying: "Hahaha you admit it was you? Just kidding, don't worry about it."
"Let’s set a safe word: ‘one billion’. How about that? Just in case I get a bit carried away… Why the face? You’ve invaded my privacy, trespassed, and threatened my life, you know. If you don’t make amends with your actions, I’ll have no choice but to cash you in! Besides, it was you who was chasing after me, sniffing my scent like a dog."
Goo complained like he was haggling at a market, but his hands gave Daniel no time to think or refuse. He pressed his knuckles against the vaginal opening. The instant sting made Daniel clamp his legs shut, then Goo pinched him hard. Daniel had no choice but to go stiff and slowly spread his legs again. His whole cunt sank and twisted out of shape, even the little swollen clit inside got knocked sideways. Wet sticky juice slopped all over Goo's hand, and the hole twitched and pushed out another gush, turning the whole pussy into a muddy mess.
"You seem to love having your clit rubbed so much—a body this slutty probably doesn’t even need to ejaculate, does it? Just rubbing your clit during masturbation is enough to make you wet yourself." Goo declared lazily, leaving Daniel red-faced.
Goo felt that foreplay was completely unnecessary for someone like Daniel. Just spank his pussy until it was wet enough, then he could shove his cock in and start fucking. But he hadn't expected Daniel's body to be this delicate. Even pushing two fingers into the puckered opening of his cunt was a struggle. Goo was never patient anyway. Whatever got it stretched out the fastest, that's what he would do.
The way he gripped the hilt of the sword made Daniel’s face go deathly pale. Goo was astonished by the speed of his alert advance; perhaps this young, bloodthirsty killer hadn’t evaded capture for so long merely by luck.
Daniel, completely disregarding everything, tried to push him away and escape, but Goo seized the moment to violently subdue him, clamping his icy palm down to pin Daniel’s entire body firmly to the floor. Yet Daniel was truly terrified; not even the most effective temptations—kisses, food, or other physical needs—could lure him. He kept crawling towards the exit, even as his fingernails tore and split.
Goo watched with great interest. He moved forward to match, waiting until Daniel was closest to the threshold before thrusting in. He presciently clamped his hand tightly over Daniel's mouth, successfully stifling the scream. The hilt of the sword roughly plunged deep into the cunt and pulled out again. Goo's excited, malicious grin made him look more like a killer than Daniel.
"Do you think you can go out looking all horny and slutty like that? Is it so you can tempt every man on the street to come and rape you?"
This sword had been with Goo for so long that he knew it as intimately as an extension of his own body; the slightest upward tilt was enough to send a sharp spasm through Daniel’s lower abdomen, forcing him to brace his back in response to the sword’s movement, and in that instant of freezing stillness, he forgot to breathe.
"The rich kids who’ve died at your hands aren’t limited to this one from this town. I believe there was a bounty on you before—dead or alive. Even if you were raped and then killed, I’m sure the client would be more than happy to see that happen." Goo leaned in, whispering intimately into Daniel’s ear as he painted a picture of his future.
Daniel’s ears were already ringing; his vision was a blur of static. He felt as though he were a hunted animal impaled on a stake, the pain surging up from his vagina no less intense than that of the prey Goo had gutted.
He felt as though his internal organs had shifted out of place; his narrow pelvic bones were on the verge of splitting apart. The sound of tearing flesh mingled with his death throes; the stench of blood was so thick it stung his nostrils. Bodily fluids overflowed in such abundance—as if his body had rotted—trailing down the hilt of the sword, spontaneously washing away the bloodstains left by the blade’s recent incision into Daniel’s skin. yet rather than allowing the hilt to slide in and out more smoothly, this moisture seemed to be aiding Goo in tormenting his flesh, warming the cold hilt to the same scorching temperature as inside Daniel’s body.
This was originally a technique from sexual abuse, Using it on Daniel at this moment seemed somewhat excessive.
He had no idea when Goo had drawn his sword or when he’d been carried to the bed; the overwhelming intensity of his first experience left Daniel dazed for a long while, his whole body going numb.
It wasn’t until he tasted a purer flavour that his senses gradually returned. Blindly and fervently following the other’s lips and tongue, Daniel felt both relieved and angry—what sort of person would heat up a bottle of cola?!
"If you want to die, just say so." Goo released Daniel’s face with a scowl; he hadn’t expected his lip to be bitten, and yet Daniel actually dared to frown in protest and mutter his complaints. If he wanted it cold, he was welcome to go and find another cake himself; Goo felt he’d been far too lenient with Daniel tonight.
"Hah... gi... give me..."
"Kneel properly then I'll give you."
Daniel obeyed in a daze, but the sudden, intense sensation at the entrance to his vagina told him he had been toyed with once again.
"Ugh?!"
The cock, thicker and longer than a sword hilt, stretched open the long-abused vaginal opening; the edges of the opening, clenching tightly around the shaft, dripped with a string of blood—whether from the wear and tear caused by the sword hilt’s patterns or simply from being unable to withstand the strain and tearing open, it was a sight of the utmost tragic beauty.
Goo’s veins pulsed and his nerves quivered. He let out a sigh of appreciation; the hot, supple passage served him well, though its only flaw was that it was far too tight. Daniel’s instinctive desire to resist could not overcome his physical urge; he simply wanted to clench down hard, force a release, and bring this foolish ‘late-night snack’ to an end.
"Haven’t I been feeding the mouth down there all this time?still ravenous."
Goo let out a snigger, twisting the clitoris of the fork beneath him, treating it like a sink he could use at will—press a button and water would flow out automatically, providing smooth lubrication.
"Stop pulling, Goo, it hurts so much..."
"I haven't even used any force — really useless. And here I thought from the first time I saw you that you'd make a good sex slave, but this is all? Might as well just tear up this useless part too."
Daniel shook his head, whimpering. His melting sanity had brought a belated sense of danger; he tensed his muscles in anxiety. Goo let out a muffled groan as he was squeezed, but he wasn’t annoyed; he simply slapped him casually each time. By the time Goo’s penis finally brushed against the cervix, the crook of Daniel’s leg was red with fingerprints from the slaps.
When his cervix was struck, Daniel’s energy successfully bottomed out and rebounded, allowing him to hear Goo’s surprise clearly: "With such a small clitoris, it’s hardly worth playing with—and yet you actually have a womb? I thought it was underdeveloped."
He didn't keep the kneeling position long. His face got shoved into the pillow by Goo, the moans turning muffled. His already spent cock dripped precum like he was pissing himself, soaking the sheets beneath. Each thrust pushed him forward, grinding, and if Goo hadn't been gripping his hips he'd have face-planted into the bed.
"You can get pregnant, can’t you? Why not call over all those people hunting you down for the bounty right now? Let each of them penetrate your womb and come inside you once. We’ll take a gamble on whose seed it’ll be ten months from now. With luck like that, a single gamble would set you up for life."
"Ugh… Ugh… No, don’t do that to my womb…"
Daniel was crying so hard, sobbing to the point of near-suffocation, that he could only rely on the oxygen Goo was feeding him to survive.
When his cervix was tapped, Daniel’s energy levels bounced back from rock bottom, allowing him to hear Goo’s astonishment clearly: ‘A clitoris so small it’s hardly worth playing with, yet you actually have a womb? I thought you were underdeveloped.’
"You can get pregnant, can’t you? Why don’t call over all those men hunting you down for the bounty? Let each of them penetrate your womb and come inside you once. We’ll take a gamble on whose seed it’ll be ten months from now. With his level of luck, a single gamble like this would set him up for life."
"Ugh… Ugh… No, don’t do that to my womb…"
Daniel was crying so hard, sobbing to the point of near-suffocation, that he could only survive on the oxygen Goo was giving him through their kiss.
"Okay, okay, just kidding. You keep being interesting, then I won't think about other stuff," Goo said, trying to soothe him, but still not satisfied, he couldn't help continuing, "Besides, a kid who can't be disciplined like that will most likely end up bullying others in school. Might even be the kind of bad student who drives someone to suicide. Then it would be too pitiful to have Daniel have to kill his own child with his own hands."
This lewd idea successfully got to Daniel, but Goo was still having fun. His fierce struggling obviously wasn't going to change the outcome. He could only feel helplessly as Goo thrust his waist forward, forcing the head of his cock right into Daniel's cervix.
Goo gave Daniel no time to adjust before he began thrusting, even maliciously thrusting his hips to grind his glans against the fragile uterine walls, nearly crushing Daniel between pleasure and pain, leaving him lost, reduced to a whore being thoroughly ravaged.
Daniel strained with all his might to wriggle towards the edge of the bed, but Goo wouldn’t let go; he was practically using his clitoris as a handle whilst fucking him. Apart from swaying in rhythm with Goo’s thrusts, any movement he made caused an unbearable, excruciating itch, leaving him completely unable to control his own body.
He was fucked until his eyes rolled back; with every thrust, the cock inside him ground precisely over his most sensitive spot, twisting and rubbing maliciously, dragging his womb out slightly before ramming it back in even deeper. His flat stomach bulged noticeably with each of Goo’s thrusts.
No! If…if this goes on, will go mad…!
"Feel... my... mm... uterus got fucked out of place... slower... pl…please?"
Goo couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle as he stroked Daniel’s stomach in time with his movements, pressing down as his cock sank in as deep as it would go—he could even feel the shape of his cock’s tip beneath the supple, thin skin.
Curiously, he cupped his hand halfway, attempting to masturbate through Daniel’s belly. Naturally, he pinched the uterus first; though the sensation was only faint, it made Daniel tremble like a leaf, yet it provided such an intense and sublime sexual experience that it left Goo even more satisfied.
"Ugh… that’s so strange… pull out, I really can’t take it anymore!"
Daniel felt like his brain was about to be fucked stupid by Goo. He was like a toy whose only purpose was to please his Cake's cock.
Maybe it was desperation, maybe he was clinging to a last shred of hope, but Daniel had a flash of insight. "You said billion earlier, right? ...one billion That's it, right? one bill— mmph—"
Did he get the definition of a safeword wrong?! How come saying the safeword got him gagged?!
The textured veins on the cock throbbed against the inner wall of his uterus, broadcasting its owner's excitement. Daniel had to follow Goo's force and arch back, thrusting his chest out like a horse being broken. Even though the Cake's fingers were right there, smelling like buttery, perfectly smoked shellfish, Daniel, however, couldn’t open his mouth at all; Goo was gripping his jaw so tightly it ached, and biting down was out of the question.
The womb, meant to nurture life, had been forcibly pried open by the cock and wantonly defiled; every inch of its flesh was coated in semen, As the thick white liquid washed over the tiny cuts caused by the sword hilt’s pattern, the pain made Daniel break out in a cold sweat.
Goo let out a contented sigh, happy to relax his grip and savour the moment as Daniel moaned softly, sucking on his finger whilst nuzzling the pad of it with his tongue like a small animal seeking affection.
But heaven knows whether Daniel was trying to curry favour or simply taking advantage; and with that look of relief on his face, Goo couldn’t help feeling that letting it end there would be too easy on him.
If the front’s full, isn’t there always the back?
"Ugh…"
This penetration took Daniel by surprise—though then again, nothing tonight had gone according to plan, making his initial air of confidence seem all the more laughable. When pain and pleasure reach their peak, they turn to numbness; when Daniel was utterly exhausted, he seemed docile and submissive, letting Goo do whatever she pleased, thinking it was just another round———
The next second, a torrent of scalding fluid burst unrestrained within him, filling his narrow abdominal cavity to the brim.
It was clear that Goo was more than happy to play along with the terrible image Daniel had of him, always going out of his way to make Daniel’s worst fears come true—or to create an even more humiliating nightmare.
Goo had long since removed his hand from over Daniel’s mouth, and even offered a friendly reminder: ‘The soundproofing isn’t very good here, you know.’ This forced Daniel to bite down hard on his lower lip, trapping his screams in his throat.
They were both unusually quiet, enough for Daniel to faintly hear the sloshing sound of liquid inside his abdomen, just like the sound a proper chamber pot makes when receiving its master’s urine.
The sensation of urine surging through his body was utterly horrifying. Daniel’s vision went dark and his head spun; he could scarcely believe it. Almost instinctively, he began to thrash about, only to be slammed back into place. The liquid filling his stomach was jolted by the movement, causing it to surge even more violently and bringing indescribable agony.
Daniel could bear it no longer. With his belly filled with semen and urine, he struggled desperately to lift his hips and crawl away, attempting to escape this torture. Yet in the very next second, Goo effortlessly grabbed him by the waist and dragged him back, slamming him once more against his still-urination cock. The liquid inside his abdomen was jolted violently by the movement.
But soon he no longer had to worry about the sound of his shame; his waist and abdomen, which could be measured with a single hand, were filled to the brim with scalding urine, leaving no room for anything else.
Daniel clutched his stomach, at a loss. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as though the contents were already surging up his oesophagus, preparing to spurt out of his mouth. This thought sent shivers of terror through him; his teeth chattered and he bit his lip hard. Goo perhaps really had held it in for far too long; those ten or so seconds felt like an eternity.
"Haven’t... finished yet?"
Whether it was his true, childlike nature breaking through in a moment of collapse, or his mind completely reeling, the sound that squeezed through his clenched teeth was no louder than the fluttering of a mosquito’s wings.
After satisfying himself, Goo didn’t withdraw immediately, but instead wrapped his arms around the person in his embrace and asked, ‘I’ve just fed you， straight into your stomach, Aren’t you going to say 'thanks', Mr Fork?’
His hands didn’t stop moving either; he gently massaged Daniel’s stomach in small circles, as if soothing a baby who’d choked on its milk.
"To aid digestion and absorption."
*
People are bound to make mistakes. Take a rare Saturday, for instance: you forget to reset your alarm, rush out the door in a flurry, and only then realise your mistake—only to find that half your precious day off has already gone to waste.
One consequence of Goo having too much fun was that he forgot to deal with his own ‘alarm’—if, due to various circumstances beyond his control, he were to be targeted and brutally murdered by a serial killer, a timed email would be sent right on time to the lady who had offered the reward, identifying the culprit.
If the email wasn’t deleted by 8.30 am, by 9 am the two of them would be promptly sent by the furious lady to work as labourers in the town’s factory.
The reason it was ‘them’ was that, thanks to Goo’s email not containing any conclusive evidence proving Daniel was the murderer (he hadn’t actually obtained any evidence), the Lady mistook them for opportunists lured by the bounty (some outsiders simply want to trick an unlucky companion into taking the blame for the case, so they can pocket the huge reward and make a run for it).
Daniel poked at the mashed potatoes in his lunchbox with his fork. Even by a fork’s standards, most food tasted awful, but this factory canteen would surely rank near the top of any ‘unpalatable’ list. What’s more, he wasn’t feeling his best; as he walked, his thighs rubbed against one another, causing a burning, stinging pain in the pussy between his legs—the swelling hadn’t even gone down yet.
He sighed, sincerely hoping he wouldn't have to eat this again for dinner.
"You're still thinking about dinner?" Goo stuffed fried potatoes into his mouth. "Aren't you going to run yet?"
Their eyes met.
Goo squatted on the concrete fork, smiling, and asked with a very innocent look: "You're not actually planning to apologize to the family of someone you think is guilty, are you?"
The factory grounds were teeming with heavy vehicles, and the road surface had been rutted beyond recognition. As the car jolted along, Daniel nearly bit his tongue. The moment they set off, it was clear this stolen vehicle was the cheapest model from a budget hire company. Just then, the front left tyre became lodged in a cracked section of concrete, sending the car skidding sideways. Sparks flew and lightning flashed as, like a scene from a film, it smashed straight through a wall and rolled into a factory by the roadside, sending gravel and bricks flying everywhere. the tail lights and the assembly line workers staring at one another in disbelief.
Goo slammed the accelerator to the floor; though lacking the roar of an internal combustion engine, the vehicle still shot forward faithfully and straight, even if a few old parts seemed to be making a constant, strange clanking noise.
The town’s buildings whizzed past them; the distant fields, woods and cottages remained serene, yet as they drew near, they suddenly transformed into fluttering bands of white, green, brown and black, hurled rapidly behind them.
A serial killer with extremely high moral standards and a bounty hunter with absolutely no moral bottom line have never been a stable pair. Maybe one day one of them won't be able to resist cashing in the "savings." Or maybe the other's moral principles will be tested first.
Perhaps by tomorrow only one of them would be alive; perhaps they would remain entangled forever, until they met their end together.
For now, at least, it remains a road-bound escape punctuated by countless questions of ‘what shall we eat tomorrow morning?’