Chapter 11
Episode 11
The secret gathering of lustful aunties.
The Purple Cartel.
The members of this gathering were once part of a legendary group that once shook Seoul—
The Myeongdong 12 Princesses.
A collective of women with peerless beauty.
Their allure transcended mere appearances.
It was closer to a power that ensnared gazes and stirred desires.
The political and financial elites sought to exploit their beauty for profit.
Under the guise of sponsorship, recruitment, contracts, and protection,
they scrambled to pull these women into their circles.
But what the Myeongdong 12 Princesses desired
was neither money nor fame.
Their hunger had but one focus—
an insatiable craving for men.
No authority, no offer,
could divert their gaze from their primal lust.
***
A high-rise officetel in Seoul.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows,
the gray forest of buildings and city lights sprawled beneath them.
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap—
"Haa, haa! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
Her massive breasts swayed precariously as her slender waist arched.
"Yes! I'll do my best!"
The man obliged, driving into her with renewed force.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
"Mmm! Good! Keep that pace!"
Sweat drenched the sheets beneath them.
The woman grabbed a water bottle from the nightstand and gulped greedily.
Gulp, gulp—
"Hey! Hnngh... How long has it been?"
"About forty minutes, ma'am!"
Midnight was fast approaching.
"Hah... Already? Felt like just twenty. You staying the night, Ki-chul?"
"No! I've got things to take care of at home!"
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—
The man pistoned into her mechanically.
Ring, ring—
Then, her phone buzzed.
"Ugh. Who the hell is calling at this hour?"
She grabbed her phone and checked the caller ID.
"Wang Mi-yu? It's almost midnight! No manners at all!"
Click—
"H-Hello? Mi-yu? What's up? Calling so late?"
[Heheheh~ Can't I call my bestie anytime? You sound breathless—oh, you're getting railed right now, aren't you?]
"Y-Yeah, just having some fun! You knew, didn't you? Calling at this hour, you wicked bitch!"
[Tsk tsk, so rude! Is the guy doing a good job at least? Heheheh!]
"Like you need to know! W-What do you want? I'm busy!"
[Heheheh~ Fine, I'll cut to the chase. We're reviving the Purple Cartel soon. Everyone's in. Thought I'd extend the courtesy to you too.]
"W-Wait... The Purple Cartel? So you found a new manager... Who's the pick?"
Her voice trembled as the man behind her kept pounding away.
[Could you at least stop fucking while we talk? So rude... It's Jo A-young's pick, of course. Heheheh~]
"A-young's pick? Then he's been thoroughly vetted... Date's set?"
[Yep. Already called everyone else—you're last, Ji-yu. First Saturday of next month. You free? If not, too bad~ Heheheh!]
"F-Fine! The goods are legit, right? Got it. I'll clear my schedule!"
[Great~ Now go back to getting railed. Heheheh!]
Click—
Thud.
Han Ji-yu tossed her phone aside.
"That brat... Calling like that!"
"Ki-chul, speed up!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap—
"Hah! I'm gonna cum!"
Squelch.
He emptied himself inside her, but she frowned, unsatisfied.
"Hmph... Good work, Ki-chul. See you at the office tomorrow."
"Yes! See you then!"
Click—
He dressed hastily and left.
Ji-yu draped a robe over her shoulders, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.
Fwoosh.
"Pah..."
Tar-laden smoke filled her lungs.
"Not enough... Pathetic, being this frustrated at my age."
Click.
She scrolled through old photos on her phone—
snapshots of twelve carefree friends from the past.
"Hah... The Purple Cartel, huh... Maybe they'll finally satisfy me again. Heh."
The smoke curled into the night sky, carried away by the wind.
***
The next day, outskirts of Seoul.
Hunter Management Bureau, Investigation Division.
"Chief Kang, we've got an unusual case. Black's latest report—"
Cheon Seung-il handed over a file.
"What's this about?"
Kang Min-ho flipped it open.
"Huh? 'Purple Cartel'? Sounds like a Mexican gang."
"Yes. It's the name of the gathering Jo A-young—Park Yeong-jin's mother-in-law—will be attending. Park Yeong-jin is set to serve as their manager."
"Pfft. What kind of gathering has a name like that? Any issues?"
"Well, if you check further, the twelve members, including Jo A-young... They were once the Myeongdong 12 Princesses."
"What?! The Myeongdong 12 Princesses? Damn, this just got interesting. You don't know about them, do you?"
"No. I only found references in old political and financial tabloids. Their influence was substantial, but details are scarce."
"Right. They were infamous in my generation. To put it simply... Even the Hunter Association once tried leveraging their charm to recruit reclusive S-rank hunters. If their allure worked, they could've swayed the entire nation."
"I... see. So is this an emergency?"
Kang shook his head.
"Nah. The 12 Princesses were an extremely... private group. They had zero interest in power or wealth. All they wanted was—"
"W-What?"
"Men! Strong, virile men! Fun bunch, really. Romantic, in a way. Hah!"
"Men? Then... is there even a problem?"
Seung-il was lost.
"Not yet. But there might be soon. Park Yeong-jin—the guy we're monitoring—is getting involved. And Jo A-young, the leader of the 12 Princesses, is his mother-in-law? Unbelievable."
"Ah... So his abilities might accelerate—"
"Exactly. If that kid gets thrown into their den, his already unstable powers—fueled by moral decay—could explode like a genius seizing an opportunity."
"S-Sir, what should we do?"
"Even if the Purple Cartel is a private group, they won't take kindly to interference. Damn... I was planning to reel Park Yeong-jin in myself."
"For now, we'll intensify surveillance. I'll instruct Black."
"Hmm... Only option we've got. But is Black reliable? If it gets out we're investigating an innocent civilian, neither the government nor the Hunter Association will let it slide."
"No issues there. Black's a former judo national team alternate, BJJ black belt, and mentally unshakable. She's even operated covertly in counter-terrorism ops overseas at the U.S.'s request."
"Good. Solid choice. Increase her bonus by 150%. Submit the paperwork."
"Understood."
Seung-il bowed and left.
Click—
Kang stepped into the hallway, his footsteps heavy.
"Sigh..."
***
11 AM.
Once again, I was "training" the office slut in the company warehouse.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—
"Hihihit! Manager Paaark! Fuck meee! Stuff Naelbom's pussyyy!"
"You filthy bitch!"
Slap!
Today, Manager Park wore a burgundy skirt—
the sight of her reddened ass during doggy style was especially stimulating.
Slap, slap, slap—
I spanked her like breaking in a wild mare.
"Heeheehee! Masterrr! Hit me moreee!"
"How's my cock, you pervert?!"
I wasn't usually into dirty talk, but I played along for her sake.
Manager Park matched my energy perfectly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
I gripped her hips and drilled deeper.
"Hihihihng! Hihihit! Hah! Hah!"
Her moans grew increasingly unhinged.
I yanked her hair and rammed harder.
Schlick, schlick, schlick—
"You cock-crazed slut! Did your husband fuck this pussy yesterday?!"
"Heeheehee! Nooo! So Naelbom's pussy was loneliii! Hihit!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch—
My Lust Incineration flared, my body burning hotter.
My cock turned steel-hard.
"Masterrr! Your cock's so hottt! Hit!"
Splurt, splurt, splurt—
Like molten iron in a furnace,
my scorching cum—no, her juices—splattered everywhere.
Splurt, splurt, splurt—
Splurt, splurt—
......
...
We kept at it until lunchtime.
Seeing our sweat-drenched faces,
our coworkers just told us to take it easy.
***
As Park Yeong-jin plowed his colleague,
Black watched from afar.
Beep.
She maxed out the volume on her listening device.
[Hah! Hah!]
[Slap. Slap.]
[Squelch, squelch, squelch]
[You fucking bitch!]
"Haa, haa, haa..."
Leaning against the wall,
Black rubbed her clit furiously.
She unbuttoned her shirt, twisting her nipples.
Her voluptuous breasts swayed like soft mochi.
"Hah... Park Yeong-jin, you trash...! I'll punish you myself someday... Hahng!"
She couldn't hold back her moans.
Her pure white panties, wedged between her thighs,
were soaked through—
as if her innocence had long since melted away.