Chapter 14
Episode 14
How long had I been asleep?
When consciousness returned, the back of my head throbbed painfully.
I opened my eyes.
The bedroom light was brightly lit.
Slurp, suck, suck, suck.
"Ahhh!"
"Oh my! You startled me. You're awake, Yeong-jin? Slurp."
My mother-in-law was crouched between my legs, sucking on my cock.
"Ah... It's you, Mother-in-law.
I... I must have been tired and fallen asleep."
"Aah~ Yeong-jin. Aren't you working too hard these days?
You should take it easy~ Slurp. Smack. Smack."
I checked my body.
I was neatly dressed in pajamas, top and bottom.
On the bedroom dresser, my work clothes were folded neatly.
It was clear that woman had tidied up before leaving.
"Yeong-jin, since you're tired today~
I'll take care of you with my mouth~ Suck. Suck. Suck."
"Th...thank you. By the way, did you have a good time with your friends?"
"Aah~ We just had dinner and parted ways.
We'll meet again soon.
One of my friends is a heavy drinker.
I almost stayed out too late. Hohoho."
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck.
The speed of her bobbing head grew even faster.
"By the way... Mother-in-law.
Has the Purple Cartel gathering date been set?"
"Aah! I forgot to tell you.
Sorry. We decided to meet on the first Saturday of next month. Slurp. Suck."
"That's not far off.
Is there anything I should prepare in particular?"
"Slurp. Noo~ You just need to maintain your stamina.
So take it easy with work, okay? Hohoho. Suck. Smack. Smack."
My mother-in-law flicked her tongue,
lapping up the pre-cum oozing from my urethra.
"She'll be here soon~
I'll pull out now~ Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck."
"Okay. Ugh..."
As if determined to drain every last drop from my balls,
the suction from her mouth grew increasingly intense.
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck—
"Hng! Mother-in-law!"
Her fingers gently caressed my balls,
then slid lower to rub against my perineum and anus.
The ticklish sensation sent shivers down my spine.
"Ugh! I'm gonna cum!"
Squiiirt—
A thick stream of protein-rich essence was sucked straight into her mouth.
Gulp.
"Haaah! As expected~ So delicious~ Yeong-jin's cum. Hohoho!"
She turned away with a satisfied smile.
"Yeong-jin~ Sleep well now.
I need to shower. I'll turn off the light."
Click.
She turned off the bedroom light and left for the living room.
'Who the hell was that woman?'
The pleasure at the tip of my cock faded,
replaced by burning questions.
If she had come to harm me,
she wouldn't have bared her ass and pressed her pussy against me.
Not to mention dressing me in pajamas,
and neatly folding my clothes.
If she had ill intentions, she wouldn't have done any of that.
Yet, the back of my head still throbbed from her strike.
A martial arts skill strong enough to knock out a grown man in one hit—
she was clearly no ordinary person.
Someone was definitely keeping tabs on me.
But... why?
An F-rank hunter like me,
who's never even entered a Gate—
what reason would anyone have to hold a grudge or surveil me?
A stalker, then?
A slender, glamorous stalker?
Not bad.
Even now, I could still feel
the plush softness of her breasts against my fingertips.
And that suffocating tightness of her pussy—
if not for my Indomitable Lust skill,
I might have blacked out right then and there.
Any trace of fear vanished,
replaced by endless curiosity and anticipation.
And so, the night grew deeper.
***
Beep.
"23:00. Park Yeong-jin. Daily routine complete. Asleep.
No notable activity."
Beep.
Black turned off the recorder
and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
'Just as I thought...
Park Yeong-jin endured me completely.
I've never met a man like this in my life!'
"Haa..."
She let out a quiet sigh, the lingering sensations still fresh.
The firm, scorching heat of his cock inside her—
she couldn't forget it.
Gulp.
'If only I could've tasted it with my mouth...'
Black swallowed thickly, imagining Yeong-jin's shaft.
Thud.
Her legs gave out, and she slumped to the floor.
Her legs, clad in skin-tight black slacks, fell open,
revealing a conspicuous white stain
spread across her crotch.
It was Yeong-jin's cum.
***
Thump, thump—
The rhythmic sound of a bouncing ball echoed through the gym.
Two players coordinated blocking jumps at the net,
while reception drills continued nonstop at the back of the court.
"One more!"
At the short, sharp command,
the players' movements synchronized and accelerated.
At the center of it all stood a woman who commanded the court.
Her hair was pulled tightly into a high ponytail,
and her training clothes did little to hide
her toned ass and thighs.
Kim Kang-mi. 183 cm tall.
Former national team outside hitter and Olympic gold medalist.
Now a volleyball coach guiding young players,
she was also a member of the Purple Cartel
and one of the former Myeongdong 12 Princesses.
Skritch, skritch, skritch, skritch—
Meanwhile, in the bleachers,
a petite woman sat with a sketchbook on her lap,
her pencil moving incessantly.
"Wow! They're amazing! Heeheehee!"
Also a Purple Cartel member
and former Myeongdong 12 Princess,
she was the infamous hentai webtoon artist Lee Ji-an.
Hearing Ji-an's voice, Kang-mi turned.
"Hey! Ji-an!"
She waved and climbed up to the bleachers.
"Whoa! Coach Kim Kang-mi!
Up close, her charisma is insane!"
Spectators nearby buzzed excitedly
at her imposing presence.
Thud, thud—
She ascended the bleacher steps,
her athletic ass swaying with each step,
her training pants straining against her curves.
"Whoaaa! That's an ass I'd let crush me!"
Smack.
A woman nearby slapped the cheering man's back.
"Hey, Ji-an. Drawing something weird again?"
On Ji-an's sketchbook,
the players were depicted in explicit nudity.
"Hey, who even sketches on paper these days?
Tablets are way more efficient!"
Kang-mi scolded her half-heartedly while ruffling her hair.
"Heehee. I'm old-school~
Paper just hits different outside.
Tablets don't do it for me~"
"Anyway, we're meeting with the Purple Cartel soon!
It's been ages since we all saw each other."
She gazed blankly at the court, lost in nostalgia.
"Kang-mi, about the treasurer..."
"Yeah? What about her?"
"Hmm. They say Jo A-young's son-in-law is the treasurer.
Does that mean he's been vetted?"
"Well, you could say that.
But I doubt he could handle a pervert like you! Hahaha!"
"Could he handle a physical beast like you? Heeheehee!"
They bantered playfully.
Bzzzt—
"Huh? What's that sound? Ji-an, don't tell me—"
"Heeheehee. You heard it~
I made a promise with my partner~"
Between Ji-an's thighs, a distinct bulge protruded,
her pants soaked through with slick arousal.
A wireless vibrator.
"Ew, gross. You're at it again?
You guys really are a match made in heaven!"
"What? You, the gangbang queen,
have no room to talk! Heeheehee."
At 183 cm with a muscular physique honed by sports,
she'd initially dated basketball players and fighters,
but even they struggled to keep up.
So she'd turned to threesomes and gangbangs.
"I wanna settle down with one man too!
Wonder if there's someone out there. Hahaha!"
"Who knows? Maybe Jo A-young's son-in-law—
no, the Purple Cartel's treasurer—
might just satisfy all our desires~
Heeheehee!"
"You really think so? Hahaha!"
Thump, thump—
Whooooaaa—
As their laughter subsided,
the sounds of bouncing balls and cheering spectators
once again filled the gym.
Kang-mi turned her attention back to the court,
while Ji-an resumed sketching.
Amid the scratching of pencil on paper,
another page had already turned.
***
Meanwhile.
Professor's office, E-Sak University.
Silence permeated the room.
Bookshelves lined one wall,
filled with academic texts and journals.
A stack of papers and a mug sat on the desk,
and afternoon sunlight filtered softly through thin blinds.
Then—
Lick, lick—
"Listen! You said you wanted to keep your TA position, right?
Then you need to hit the right spots! The right spots!"
The TA crouched beneath the chair,
licking her clit,
while his middle finger thrust into her pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—
"Professor... i-is it here?"
"That's not it! How can you not get it even when I teach you?
At this rate, we'll never make progress!"
For three days straight,
the TA had failed to stimulate her G-spot,
so every afternoon,
he'd been eating her out and fingering her relentlessly.
Na Yoo-ran.
Professor of Philosophy at E-Sak University.
Purple Cartel member
and the most academically accomplished of the Myeongdong 12 Princesses.
"Knowing the G-spot isn't enough!
You need to tease the clit just right,
then press and release your finger
against the inner wall—just barely touching it—
until my body is stimulated to the peak of rational pleasure!
Until satisfaction reaches its zenith and ascends to the realm of Ideas!
This is the pinnacle of compromise between materialism and idealism!
Fail this, and you're fired!"
The TA trembled, swallowing his spit.
He was the fifth male TA fired this year alone.
Na Yoo-ran furrowed her brow,
adjusting her glasses.
Flick—
She flipped the desk calendar to check the date.
"Hmm. First Saturday of next month...
Not much time left..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
"That's not it!"
Outside Room 609,
students hurried past in the hallway toward their classes.
Amid their footsteps,
Na Yoo-ran's booming voice echoed as she berated her TA.