Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Killing Machine, Ri Soo-hee
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Killing Machine, Ri Soo-hee.
Ri Soo-hee's lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue beginning to move.
To be honest, her technique wasn't flashy like Chae-won's.
It was just a dry, mechanical motion, like she was fulfilling a contract clause.
But...
My body had zero athletic ability outside of thrusting my hips.
A real beast who could snap the neck of a pathetic loser like me—who got wrecked playing ball with seven-year-old Heaven yesterday—in a single second.
And that woman was on her knees before me right now.
Those same lips that had just threatened to rip out my balls were now sucking my dick.
The sight, combined with the sensation of her tongue, sent a sharper thrill through me than I'd expected. An inexplicable surge of elation swept over my entire body.
This wasn't just simple lust.
It was raw excitement teetering right on the edge of the terror of death.
An overwhelming sense of conquest, like I'd tamed the apex predator and forced her to kneel at my feet.
I couldn't help myself—I roughly grabbed her short sporty hair.
I had no intention of just pounding this top-tier bitch in some cheap karaoke room like a quick fuck.
I gently but firmly pushed her head away.
Her movements stopped at my action.
She pulled her lips off my cock and looked up at me with fierce eyes mixed with confusion and wariness.
Did she think she'd made some mistake? As if defending her "skills," she spoke up.
"Sorry about that. My inclinations lean that way, so I'm not great at pleasuring male comrades."
I smirked at her words and shot back.
"Don't you like dick?"
"I said I don't hate it—I never said I enjoy it."
She replied without a hint of hesitation, as if stating an obvious fact.
Her indifferent response only made me admire her more.
I zipped up and extended my hand to her.
"Get up. Put your clothes on."
She didn't take my hand, rising on her own power instead.
I smiled as I watched her.
"Let's go to a hotel. I'll fuck you senseless."
Her response completely missed my expectations.
"Ah, that'd be a problem. I don't have that kind of time to spare."
"...What?"
The same bitch who'd just promised to do anything and sucked my dick was turning me down now?
I stared at her in disbelief.
But her eyes held no fear or defiance—just a blank emotionlessness conveying that she was genuinely busy.
"I have to drive the female comrades around, close up the shop... lots to do."
She explained her refusal as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world.
I let out a scoffing laugh.
"Haah, fine. So, how much do your girls make in a day?"
"......"
"Including the after-parties."
Her eyes wavered as she caught my intent.
She stared into space for a moment, as if doing mental math, then spoke.
"I manage five female comrades. Per night, they usually sing and play two or three times, and with the fees... plus after-party costs, it comes to roughly..."
As she fumbled with her fingers to calculate, my post-nut clarity brain had already crunched the numbers.
Five girls, 40,000 won per hour including tips, average three hours. 300,000 won per after-party.
Split with the shop... and her cut as manager.
I cut her off and gave the answer.
"Around three hundred, right?"
"...Spot on. Gamblers are quick with money math."
"Give me your account number."
I pulled out my phone, and Ri Soo-hee recited it.
I tapped it in as she spoke, then showed her the transfer confirmation.
The screen clearly displayed "5,000,000 won."
"This covers your shop's business for today. Okay?"
After the clean five-million transfer, Ri Soo-hee followed me out without another word.
Outside, the sun had already set into darkness.
Siheung's eating alley was already crawling with staggering drunks, even though night had just fallen.
In that filthy scene, I exhaled cigarette smoke and tossed out casually.
"Oh, I don't do condoms or anything... handle it yourself. If you wanna get knocked up, go ahead."
Ri Soo-hee glanced at me briefly.
"...Boss, you're a bigger asshole than you look."
"All guys are the same. Just a difference between those who can and those who can't."
She let out a "heh" laugh for the first time—almost a scoff.
"Can't argue with that."
We stood in front of my car parked at the alley's edge—a vehicle that didn't fit this neighborhood at all.
I opened the door and asked.
"Where to? You don't want some cheap motel room either, right?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
She glanced at the car, then at me, her voice flat and emotionless.
As I started the engine, I repeated my own question to myself: "Where to?"
A luxury hotel suite? Tempting, but a hotter idea had just hit me.
'Fucking her in the place I used to live... would that hit different?'
That moldy basement rental in Siheung.
Me now, with this "human weapon" woman, having sex there.
Trampling my shittiest past with my best present.
The thought alone was electric.
'Someone's probably living there now... but toss a million as day-use fee, and it's good for them and me...'
I let that twisted thought slip as I absentmindedly reached deep into Ri Soo-hee's thigh on the passenger seat.
What my palm felt wasn't a woman's soft give.
Even over her clothes, rock-hard muscle like a stone.
I didn't hide my surprise, kneading her thigh lightly as I asked.
"When'd you defect? Been out of the military a while, but your body's insanely tight."
She stared straight ahead through the windshield, unmoving under my touch.
"A bit over three years. Training's a habit—I keep it up."
A weapon that "trains" itself...
I smiled in satisfaction and punched the old address from memory into the navigation.
Fucking in my old place for that artistic revenge? Hot as hell.
But haggling with some random current tenant? Way too annoying.
Above all, I wanted to fully "enjoy" this top-grade weapon named Ri Soo-hee right now.
In the end, I gave in to my primal urge and turned toward the flashiest motel nearby with a [HOTEL] sign.
Rented a room for "overnight" at the front desk and rode the elevator with Ri Soo-hee.
In the awkward silence, she stared at the floor numbers; I at her profile.
The moment we entered the hotel room, as the door clicked locked, she moved first.
The taller-than-me woman yanked off her tracksuit top without hesitation.
"Whoa..."
I let out an involuntary gasp of awe.
It wasn't just muscular.
Muscles compressed and recompressed solely for combat and survival, split and etched without a trace of fat.
And adorning them: countless scars.
A deep bullet wound near her shoulder.
A long knife slash from her side to her back.
Her body was a brutal war history in itself.
The facial scar was just the most eye-catching chapter.
I stared, mesmerized, at the "history" etched into her body.
Meeting my gaze, Ri Soo-hee stripped off her remaining clothes without shame.
There was no embarrassment or seduction in her movements—just pure functionality, like a soldier shedding unnecessary gear before battle.
Her tank top peeled away, fully exposing her upper body.
This wasn't a "woman's" body like any I'd seen.
This was a "weapon's" frame.
Below firm, full breasts: finely chiseled abs and taut obliques without an ounce of flab.
Every muscle and scar proved her harsh life—and the strength that overcame it all.
Finally, she untied the drawstring on her tracksuit pants.
They slid to the floor, baring her entire body under the motel's dim light.
I'd stripped countless women, but this "masterpiece" was a first.
Savage knife marks slashed across soft skin.
Bullet craters gouged into unyielding muscle.
The eerie harmony of a beautiful woman's curves and the brutal history overlaying them.
I stubbed out my cigarette and stood.
Then slowly, reverently admired this one-of-a-kind artwork in the world.
Finally, I couldn't hold back and exhaled hot breath.
"Hoo, fuck... you're turning me on so hard."
Alternating between the scars on her body and the femininity beneath, I asked the most primal question.
"Hey, how many guys have fucked your pussy?"
To my crude question, she didn't frown—instead, she tilted her head curiously, like I was some intriguing new specimen.
"Hmm, into that? You, boss?"
"Into that?"
"Turning your woman into a cumdump for other dicks and getting off on it."
I burst out laughing at her words.
This woman had me all wrong.
"Nah, not that."
I pondered the essence of my twisted desires for a moment.
And for the first time, put it into words.
"If anything... I like a used-up, worthless slut who can't even get properly wet anymore—but one no one else can touch, with insane possessive urges? Some freak shit like that?"
Ri Soo-hee showed no reaction to my self-mocking explanation.
She just stared at me with those unfathomable eyes.
"So, how slutty are you?"
She thought for a second, then answered flatly.
"Easily dozens, I reckon."
"...Fuck, you're a massive slut?"
Dozens? That's... not lesbian if she likes guys, right?
With my head spinning, I pressed.
"But you said you like women?"
"Ah, that... there's a story."
"What story?"
"Part of training."
"...Train...ing?"
I doubted my ears. Sex as training?
Ri Soo-hee explained her horrific military training as casually as a gym routine.
"'Relationship-building training' for infiltrating and seducing enemy officials. Understanding male anatomy, extracting info or eliminating targets via sex. With instructors, overseers, sometimes POWs for 'live drills'... Emotionless, purely technical— that's the training."
"......."
"To me, a man's cock isn't for pleasure—it's a 'tool' for the mission. Like how you see women's pussies."
Her final words left me speechless.
A woman who views men's cocks as "tools."
One of my kind.
I stared blankly before blurting out a post-nut clarity analysis—rude as hell.
"Wow... but for someone who trained that hard, you weren't that good earlier?"
For the first time, she admitted a weakness plainly.
"True, no talent for it. Got reassigned midway."
"What unit did they move you to?"
She met my eyes directly.
A faint, chilling spark flickered in those hollow pupils.
She stated her true "talent" simply.
"The killing unit."
A grin tugged at my lips from sheer satisfaction.
Fuck...
What the hell is this feeling—so terrifying, yet so fucking arousing?
Caught in the storm of these alien sensations boiling inside me, I finally surrendered to instinct.
I jabbed my chin toward the bed, breathing raggedly as I commanded.
"Hoo... fuck, hey. Panties off, spread your pussy. Now."
Ri Soo-hee glanced at me for a split second.
Her eyes held no emotion.
Like a soldier receiving her new commander's first order, she nodded silently.
"Understood."
Without hesitation, she stripped off her tracksuit pants and underwear.
Then climbed onto the motel's worn bed, lying back and spreading her legs exactly as ordered.
She stared blankly at the ceiling stains—or some void—with empty eyes.
I looked down at her perfect pose of submission, climbing atop her to seal this brutal contract.