Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Luxury Item, Lee Soohee
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Lee Soohee lay beneath me, and I climbed on top of her, gazing down not with cold reason, but with the scorching heat of raw desire.
My eyes were drawn first to her chest.
Amid the scarred history etched across her body, only this pair of breasts stood out like a holy sanctuary untouched by the ravages of war.
Under the dim motel lighting, they gleamed ivory-white and flawlessly smooth.
Their size was overwhelming.
Undeniably natural, yet defying gravity without the slightest sag, they held a perfect hemispherical shape.
At their peaks stood nipples as vivid and red as ripe cherries, stiffening erect as if responding to my gaze.
I reached out, mesmerized, toward that flawless sculpture.
When I cupped them in my palm, the sensation was subtly different from what I'd expected.
It wasn't just softness.
The outer layer felt like smooth silk, but inside was packed with dense, resilient elasticity.
Even when I pressed with my fingers, they pushed back against my hand pleasurably, without losing form—a living vitality.
"Tsk, these tits... fucking insane... shit, how old are you?"
"Twenty-nine."
"Turning thirty next year, and pink nipples for real?"
For the first time, in response to my awestruck yet rude question, she showed something beyond her emotionless expression.
It was a subtle look, like she found me pathetic.
"Does it matter if they're pink or brown? Men are so weird. Even back in basic training, there were officers obsessed with the color of my nipples."
She said it like she was flatly summarizing a boring chapter from her past.
At those words, my hips stuttered to a halt for a moment.
Basic training.
Officers.
Obsessed.
Those words combined in my head, painting pictures I didn't want to imagine.
I lost my words for a bit, just staring into her vacant eyes.
"Technically, they raped me every day under the excuse of training... and you're totally fine with it?"
"Mm, it was tough at first, but once I erased my sense of being a 'woman,' the feeling faded."
I let her words flow in one ear and out the other.
Instead of grappling with the horrific weight of that confession—erasing her awareness of being a woman—my hands were busy admiring the 'masterpiece' right in front of me.
I slowly ran my palm over her abdomen, etched with rock-hard muscles.
This wasn't showy gym muscle.
It was steel, not flesh—dense and tough enough to deflect a blade.
I swallowed dryly and blurted out my primal fantasy.
"Fuck, your abs are rock solid... if I shove my dick in your pussy, the pressure would probably make it explode."
At my imagination, she shook her head.
"It won't be like that."
She explained calmly, like an instructor correcting misinformation.
"Back when I was a 'honey trap unit trainee,' I got rated as 'loose.' It was a structural issue that even caused me to fail the final eval. Probably because... I'm tall with wide hips."
"......."
'Rating.' 'Fail.'
Her pussy's tightness as a military training metric—and flunking because of it.
At that surreal, horrifying combo of words, the blood rushing to my groin suddenly cooled.
With a twinge of regret, I spread apart Lee Soohee's thighs—hard as boulders—and slowly inspected her pussy.
Tight clamshell lips.
Between them, a well-used appearance.
At twenty-nine, 'pink nipples' were legendary, but that didn't mean the 'pink pussy' I'd secretly hoped for.
If anything, it was similar to Dr. Kim Seulgi's—the average color of a 'slut.'
That deflating sight killed all my expectations.
Feeling disappointed and no longer in the mood to savor, I roughly pressed my cockhead against her labia and shoved it in.
Recalling how she'd been rated 'loose,' I just planned to finish quick.
And then, that moment.
"..........Fuck?"
The instant my cock entered her, a sensation hit that my brain refused to comprehend.
This was on another level from 'loose.'
Like a living creature.
Obsessively sucking me in, squeezing from all sides with powerful, elastic muscle pressure.
My personal 'pussy ranking' in my head shattered before that overwhelming feel.
1st: Choi Yang,
2nd: Han Yura,
3rd: Yoon Chaewon,
4th: Karaoke helper Kim Yang.
5th: Master's pet and fellow disciple under the same master, 'bitch' Manager Park Areum...
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99th: Dr. Kim Seulgi... The whole leaderboard burned away, and a new name etched itself onto the throne. Overwhelming 1st: Lee Soohee. Goddamn. I froze inside her, unable to budge. Then, barely managing, I asked back in disbelief. "......Hey, you... flunked because your pussy was loose, right?" "Yes." She met my eyes straight on, answering without a hint of hesitation. That reply plunged my mind into an even more tangled maze. 'Men from the south, women from the north,' they say, but fuck, does that mean this god-tier pussy is just 'slut level' up north? No... fuck... that can't be right? Even me, tempered by all sorts of perverted sex, and this thing could make me a premature ejaculator on the spot? Unable to find answers in this absurd situation, I just instinctively started moving my hips again. What was true, what was false. I couldn't tell anymore. All I knew was the overwhelming pleasure clamping down on my cock like it was devouring it—that was the only reality. I let go of reason, surrendered to instinct, and wildly thrashed my hips inside her. Her insides reacted to every move, squeezing my cock even harder like a living thing. Pleasure skyrocketed toward my limit of endurance. "Urgh... fuck... hey, loosen your pussy a bit... fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I practically begged. But she showed no reaction to my desperate cry, instead analyzing me coolly. "Mm, Comrade Chairman seems to have some issues down there." She continued, calling me the bizarre title 'Comrade Chairman.' "Well, even up north, high-ranking officers living lavish lives often had that problem." "You... fucking psycho... fine, just... loosen your pussy...!" At my near-pleading shout, a faint, mocking smile finally touched her lips for the first time. And ignoring my last plea, she deliberately clenched her pussy muscles even tighter. That instant, my mind went white. "Ah... fuck..." Kim Cheolsu of all people, lasting one minute—no, thirty seconds...? Greater than the orgasmic release was the massive humiliation and questions crashing over me. What the hell is this pussy made of? I dazedly looked down at her face and barely squeezed out words. "Hoo... hey, you... when was the last time you fucked a guy?" "Mm... last time was the honey trap unit evaluation, so at least seven years ago." Seven years. That answer slotted in like the final puzzle piece. I closed my eyes and marshaled every bit of post-nut clarity to sort my thoughts. One, Lee Soohee's pussy was originally rated 'loose' enough to be 'slutty.' Two, she flunked the honey trap unit and got reassigned to the 'kill squad.' Three, no sex with men for seven years. Four, but now her pussy is 'luxury' tier—enough to turn even me, veteran of twisted fucks, into a thirty-second man. Then it all connected. 'Kill squad.' There, forging 'real ninjas' through superhuman training beyond limits... Every muscle in her body—even the ones inside her pussy—had been reforged like steel? This wasn't an ordinary woman's pussy. It was a living 'weapon,' perfected through years of hellish training. With reverent eyes, I gazed down again at the miraculous 'masterpiece' lying beneath me. And in the voice of an owner, I declared the first rule of this perfect weapon. "From now on, your pussy is mine exclusively. Don't ever give it to another guy. Got it?" At my command, she looked up at me with vacant eyes and nodded easily. "Got it. I like women anyway." At that, I paused. Then, catching the implication, I pressed. "So you won't give it to guys, but you'll fuck other chicks?" At my persistent question, she hesitated for the first time, just briefly. Did she sense her one sanctuary slipping away? But soon, she answered in a voice of total resignation. "If Comrade Chairman dislikes it, I won't." That perfect declaration of obedience. I grabbed her chin, turning her face to me. And like a magnanimous king bestowing a gift, I said generously, "Nah, that's fine... fuck whoever you want." At my gracious permission, Lee Soohee spoke her first words laced with personal feeling. "Thank you. Truth is, my libido's strong, so I was worried how I'd hold back." "Mm, but didn't you say your boyfriend's in a nursing home? How do you handle pussy then?" I prodded her weak spot again, feigning pure curiosity. "No sex with my boyfriend since coming south. Usually, I pay for it." "Fucking trash bitch? Ditching your loyal boyfriend to eat other girls?" At my hypocritical accusation, she shot back without blinking. "That's rich coming from Comrade Chairman. The guy who lives with his mom is saying that while doing this with me?" "I'm doing this by mutual consent." I made a petty excuse and changed the subject. "Ah, but... you pay for pussy?" "Yes." That instant, a horrific yet plausible suspicion flashed through my mind. Chaewon had worked as a helper nearby—under Lee Soohee, even. "You... don't tell me, you've bought Chaewon before?" Instead of answering, Lee Soohee gave a meaningful smile. "A woman's past isn't something you ask about." "......You've fucked her." Her evasive cop-out confirmed it for me. "They said you were obsessive. Jealous over girls biting and licking each other?" Lee Soohee teased mockingly. I mulled her words. Jealousy? No, this wasn't jealousy. "Nah, that's an exception." A new 'picture' formed in my head. "...Yeah. Later. Let's fuck Chaewon together." At my out-of-left-field proposal, Lee Soohee stared at me a moment. Then, as with any suggestion, she nodded calmly. "Sure." Gazing at this bizarre yet perfect 'weapon' beneath me, I felt desire surging again. Conversation over. Time to show with my body whose she was. "Alright, get on all fours. You've rested enough... now I'll pound you from behind." At my order, she wordlessly rolled over, raising her ass in perfect position. But from her mouth came defiant provocation. "Make it last longer this time." She glanced back over her shoulder with a mocking expression. "It's been ages since I tasted a man's cockhead... last time didn't even register." At that, my hips stuttered again. This bitch, mocking my stamina... "Didn't you say you don't like guys' dicks much?" I shot back sarcastically. She replied like she was teaching an obvious fact. "Let's get it right. I said I 'don't like or dislike' them. I never said I 'can't feel it' when fucked." "......." Her airtight logic shut me up again. And a fierce competitive fire ignited inside me. "Fuck... just watch, you bitch." I slammed my hips forward like a beast in response to her taunt. The old bed springs screamed in rhythm with our movements. But despite my rage and drive to win, she just silently took every thrust. No pain, no pleasure, no emotion—just doll-like motions. Soon, my reason began eroding under waves of pleasure again. "Hng... haa... hng..." The tiny motel room filled with just two sounds. Her quiet, rhythmic, utterly bored breathing. And in stark contrast, my own uncontrollable, pathetic moans I couldn't hold back. To escape this humiliating situation, I thrust even more violently.