Chapter 9
Episode 9
Wang Mi-yu swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.
"So? Who is he?"
"The man chosen by the legendary Jo A-young?"
"That would be...
My son-in-law. Park Yeong-jin!
Mi-yu, you probably saw him at our wedding, right?"
"Huh? What? Your son-in-law?
I never would've guessed, honestly.
This is getting interesting...
Classic Jo A-young behavior.
So? How many times have you ridden him?"
"Hmm... They've been married about a year now.
I'd say I've taken him for a spin over a thousand times by now?
Hehehehe."
"A... thousand? Wow. You really are something else.
Just like the leader of the Myeongdong 12 Princesses should be.
Once you sink your teeth in, you never let go. Hehehe!"
"Ah, it's been a while since I heard '12 Princesses.' Hehehe.
How are the girls doing?
They're not all sitting around with cobwebs in their holes, are they?"
"Hehehehe! They're all doing just fine.
Still hunting down men like their lives depend on it.
They've each got one or two on rotation,
but it never seems to be enough.
They drop by my host club pretty often, you know."
"Is that so? Sounds like they're still lonely.
Mi-yu, how's business at your club? Any decent new talent?"
"Ugh, nothing worthwhile these days.
Remember Byeon Tae-yang, our S-rank hunter ace?
Ever since he quit, revenue's been cut in half.
Now we've only got A-rank hunters at best."
"Oh, I remember Byeon Tae-yang. Hehehe.
He wasn't bad. Wasn't he a tanker?"
"Yeah! Exactly. A tanker.
Most of our regulars were
serviced by that guy, but...
One day, he showed up with dark circles under his eyes and said,
'I can't keep up anymore. My stamina's shot.
I need to focus on my duties as a hunter and join a guild.'
Just like that!"
"Really? An S-rank tanker should have insane stamina.
Even he couldn't keep up with women sucking him dry?
Guess there's no helping it. Hehehe."
"Hehehehe. Seems that way.
Even 9999 stamina means nothing to us.
Maybe in dungeons, but not here.
Which brings me to my point—are you sure
your son-in-law can handle it?"
"Of course I'm sure!
I've already tested him thoroughly.
He's an F-rank hunter, but..."
Wang Mi-yu cut her off, eyes widening.
"Wait, what? An F-rank hunter?
Jo A-young! You're not messing with me, are you?"
"No, I'm serious!
He's hands-down the best man I've ever had!
My son-in-law never taps out.
No matter how many times we go!"
Wang Mi-yu picked up a teaspoon and stirred her tea absently.
"So... how many rounds can he go?"
"Well... In one day, I've done over ten,
and even then, he was still rock-hard
and unsatisfied!"
"Hmm. I see.
Ten's about what Byeon Tae-yang could do too.
The real question is whether he can keep that up consistently."
"No problem! If you trust me,
we can revive the Purple Cartel!
You're the chairwoman, so the final call is yours."
"Hehehehe. Alrighty then.
If our 12 Princesses leader says so, who am I to argue?
I'll reach out to the girls
and let you know once we've set a date."
"Thanks, Mi-yu!
I'm so excited. Hehehe."
"Hehehehe! I'm getting butterflies too.
Make sure to keep your son-in-law well-rested till then.
Don't drain him too much!"
"Mm-hmm. Got it, Madam Chairwoman! Hehehe."
While Wang Mi-yu's cleavage distracted the men around them,
their dumbstruck gazes earned them sharp smacks on the back.
Jo A-young and her friend's faces flushed deeper with excitement.
Perhaps in anticipation of the pleasure soon to come.
And so, the revival of the Purple Cartel drew near.
***
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust—
11:00 AM.
While everyone else scrambled to start their workday,
killing time until lunch,
I was in the company storage room,
pounding my neatly dressed office colleague.
"Nghh—Mr. Park! So good!"
I gripped her neatly tied-up hair and yanked.
"Neul-bom, it's been a while.
Your husband treating you right lately?"
"Hehe. Y-yeah. He tries,
but I just can't get satisfied! Hehehe!"
Hearing her complain about her husband's inadequacy
made my cock throb even harder.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—
I drove into her pussy with renewed force.
"Nghh—Hah! Hah!"
Her moans were a little unusual,
but that just made it hotter.
Every woman's moans are as unique as fingerprints.
Some let out high-pitched, theatrical cries,
while others, like Park Neul-bom,
sounded like perverted little whimpers.
Then there were the ones who moaned
like they were sobbing out years of pent-up frustration,
or the rare few who stayed completely silent—
like their pleasure was muted.
That last type wasn't for everyone,
but there was something thrilling
about fucking a cold, aloof woman
or an inexperienced girl in her twenties
and watching her struggle to keep a straight face.
Ring, ring, ring—
Just then, my phone buzzed.
"Neul-bom, hold on—gotta take this."
"Nghh—Hah!"
Still thrusting, I glanced at the screen.
Kim Mi-in.
I answered and held the phone to my ear.
"Hello? What's up, babe?"
[Hey, oppa. You working? Can you talk?]
One hand gripping Park Neul-bom's ass,
I kept pounding her relentlessly.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust—
"Nghh—!"
Smack—
Hearing her moan,
my hand instinctively spanked her plump cheeks.
[Huh? Oppa, what's that noise?
You working? Sounds kinda loud over there.]
"Yeah, busy right now.
Got some strenuous work to do. Nghh!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust—
My Indomitable Lust skill had activated.
Guess this was her sweet spot.
Some people weren't into phone sex,
but once you experienced
that unique thrill of betrayal,
it was hard to quit.
The convenience of modern communication
created blind spots—
perfect for secret fucking, sucking,
and all kinds of depraved play.
Occasionally, I'd recommend it.
Pound, pound, pound, pound—
"Nghh—Hah! So deep!"
Park Neul-bom's moans slipped out unfiltered.
[Oppa? What's 'deep'?
You lifting something heavy?]
"Yeah! Pretty heavy.
Some stubborn inventory. Nghh!"
Pound, pound, pound, pound—
I drilled into her pussy even harder.
"Nghhh—Let me go! Master!"
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound—
Smack, smack, smack—
Under her black striped blazer,
her soaked ass jiggled with each slap.
Sweat dripped down my face.
[Oppa, don't push yourself too hard.
You'll get hurt.
Oh, by the way—dinner tonight?
Mom said she's treating us.
Something about the last club treasurer meeting.
She said she's got stuff to talk about.]
"Yeah! I'm f-fine. Nghh!"
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound—
Squelch—
"Nghhh—Cumming!"
I unloaded deep inside Park Neul-bom's office pussy.
"Haah... Haah... Haah..."
[Okay, then. 7:30 tonight.
Our usual shabu-shabu place. Be there!]
"Got it, babe. I'll be there."
[Oh, oppa—someone just said 'let me go'?
You done with work?]
"Ah—yeah! Just finished!
Whew. Feels like a clog got cleared!"
Smack—
I gave Park Neul-bom's sprawled-out ass
a congratulatory spank.
"Nghh... Master..."
She lay face-down on the floor,
eyes rolled back, drool pooling beneath her.
"Hey, Park. Get up. Gotta get back to work."
I slid a hand under her blouse
and groped her firm tits.
C-cups, but perky enough
for a girl in her early twenties.
[Oppa, sounds like work's going well.
Glad you're getting along with your coworkers.
Alright, see you tonight, babe!]
"Yep. See you."
Click.
Kim Mi-in hung up.
I checked the time—only 11:30 AM.
Grabbing Park Neul-bom's hair, I yanked her up.
"Park. Snap out of it!
We've still got time!"
Thrust—
"Nghhh—Master! Harder!"
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound—
Having an office wife or two was great.
Perfect for staving off burnout
in the daily grind.
Most office workers relied on booze or smokes,
but I firmly believed
office wives offered far greater benefits.
Nothing better for a man's health
than staying hard and happy!
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound—
Pound, pound, pound, pound—
Pound, pound, pound—
......
...
"Nghhhhh—Master! More! I'm—cumming!"
In a small company on Seoul's outskirts,
employees idly wondered
what today's lunch menu would be,
killing time until noon.
But inside that tiny storage room,
the cries of a lust-drunk woman
echoed relentlessly.
***
Beep—
"11:30 AM. Hunter Park Yeong-jin.
Today, engaged in sexual intercourse
with colleague Park Neul-bom—twice.
Midway, detected activation of special skill.
No other irregularities."
Beep—
Across the street from Park Yeong-jin's office,
in a secluded alleyway,
a tall, slender woman in a black suit
held a voice recorder.
"That trash..."
Her wide hips strained
against her tight suit pants,
beneath which lay
a pair of lacy white panties—
now soaked through with sticky arousal.