Chapter 120
Chapter 120
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Is This a Sparring Match, or Sexual Assault?
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Standing beside me were the two "beasts," and watching them with admiration, jealousy, and desire were the "athletes." I flashed a satisfied smile.
Every piece was perfectly in place, just as I wanted.
Lee Soohee's arrival had knocked her down a few pegs in my personal "pussy ranking," but...
Choi Yang, the queen of "chewy pussy," was still an incredibly capable secretary.
She had that face like everything in the world was a hassle, yet she executed every order with razor-sharp precision.
It had been exactly thirty minutes since I'd given my final command.
"Sir."
Choi Yang showed me her tablet PC screen as she reported.
"I've booked the nearby taekwondo dojo until this afternoon. We can head there right now."
I nodded in satisfaction.
Then, rising from the sofa, I addressed the stars of this chaos like a theatrical director.
"Alright then... athletes, shall we go warm up?"
...
Choi Yang had reserved a gym in a rundown commercial building on the third floor—a taekwondo dojo.
When my car, which didn't fit the neighborhood at all, pulled up in front, passersby shot curious glances.
I ignored the stares and got out.
Following me were five female bodyguards in perfect business suits, their sales director, Lee Soohee in training clothes, and secretary Choi Yang, stepping out one by one.
It was a bizarre combination if there ever was one.
Creaking up the stairs, we opened the weathered steel door on the third floor, and the sharp smell of sweat mixed with old rubber mats hit our noses.
Thanks to Choi Yang renting the place out for the whole day, the dojo was completely empty.
A full-wall mirror reflected our awkwardly standing figures.
On the opposite wall, a dusty frame bore the taekwondo tenets—"Courtesy, Integrity, Perseverance, Self-Control, Indomitable Spirit"—staring down at us in a scene that couldn't be further from their meaning.
I settled into a small chair fit for the master.
Choi Yang stood beside me, the sales director behind her.
And in front of me, on the wide mat, two groups faced off.
On one side, five female bodyguards exchanging sharp glances, steadying their ranks.
On the other, a single woman standing utterly still with an indifferent expression—Lee Soohee.
Like a pack of well-trained wolves facing a supreme predator of another species.
I savored the tense standoff like a movie, then quietly spoke.
"Alright then... let's begin."
At my low declaration, the youngest and most fiery one, Number Five, stepped onto the mat.
Her footwork was light, her eyes sharp.
But none of it mattered against Lee Soohee.
Whish—thud!
In the blink of an eye, Number Five was slammed to the floor, and Lee Soohee mounted her perfectly.
Pinning the thrashing Number Five, Lee Soohee flashed me a wickedly cruel smile.
"No rules were set, so I'll do this my way."
With that, the "sparring" devolved into "training."
Lee Soohee's rough hands began exploring Number Five's body like it was her property.
She tore open the well-fitted suit jacket and roughly grabbed the breasts inside.
Her fingers found the nipples, pinching and twisting hard enough to hurt, drawing a scream-moan from Number Five's lips.
"Mmph! Ngh, you crazy bitch, let go!"
Her resistance only fueled Lee Soohee's sadism.
She kneaded Number Five's ass greedily, then planted her own right on the resisting woman's face.
All curses and screams from Number Five turned to muffled, humiliating grunts under the heavy weight: "Mmf... mmph..."
And it didn't end there.
Lee Soohee shoved her hand unhesitatingly into Number Five's suit pants.
Without any foreplay or caress, she jabbed her fingers into the most sensitive, delicate spot.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The obscene, violent sound of wet flesh grinding echoed through the empty dojo.
Number Five's body stopped resisting, merely trembling in spasms.
I watched the horrific, lewd spectacle with profound interest, saying nothing.
This was the real test I'd wanted.
That's when it happened.
"Stop it, you psycho bitch!"
Among the four watching bodyguards, the burliest, Number Two, couldn't hold back her rage and moved to step onto the mat.
Her comrades looked ready to charge Lee Soohee any second, their aura murderous.
They couldn't just watch their comrade's humiliation anymore.
I sneered at their "camaraderie" and spoke lowly.
"Sparring fee: five million per person."
At my words, Number Two's advancing foot halted as if by magic.
The four women's eyes snapped to me in unison.
Savoring their wavering gazes, I threw out the final offer.
"And the one who 'endures' this test gets twenty-five million 'pussy money' wired to her personal account every year."
My words instantly evaporated the room's thick rage and loyalty.
What remained was raw, base greed for cash.
The four women glanced at each other briefly.
Then, without a word, as if by silent pact, they stepped back from the mat.
They were no longer warriors saving a comrade.
They'd become willing accomplices, turning a blind eye to their friend's rape for their own futures.
I smiled in satisfaction at the sight.
The dojo filled only with Number Five's stifled moans and the slick sounds of Lee Soohee's rough fingers.
The other four bodyguards couldn't bear to watch their comrade's humiliation to the end—they averted their eyes or watched greedily, waiting their turn.
I took it all in with a conductor's leisure.
And I sensed it was time to check the results of this brutal "test."
Resting my chin, I asked Lee Soohee in her mount position lowly.
"Lee Soohee, what do you think? Usable?"
At my question, she paused her actions.
She pushed the fingers inside Number Five even deeper, probing as if checking something, wiggling a few more times.
Then she looked up at me.
Her expression was utterly businesslike, like an engineer reporting on a part's performance.
"The pussy clamps down decently."
A passing grade, at least.
I nodded in satisfaction.
But she furrowed her brow slightly, reporting a key "flaw" or "quirk."
"Though the way she snaps at my crotch down there... I'm seriously worried she'll bite your cock too, comrade boss."
'Bite?'
I mulled over the word.
Even in humiliation, refusing to give up resistance, using her last weapon—her teeth—to counterattack Lee Soohee's pussy.
I imagined Number Five's face, hidden under Lee Soohee's ass.
Unyielding spirit, thrashing to bite back amid pain and shame.
"She's got some grit, huh?"
Amusement crept into my voice unbidden.
"Exactly. This stubborn bitch, if trained right, looks pretty damn useful."
With that, Lee Soohee slowly withdrew two fingers soaked in juices from Number Five's pants.
She gazed at them like trophies of war.
Then, staring straight into my eyes, she brought them to her mouth.
Smack.
With a sticky sound, she licked every trace off with her tongue.
It was the primal, overwhelming victory ritual of a beast savoring its prey's blood after the hunt.
I smiled in ecstasy at the sight.
This test was perfection.
As Lee Soohee stepped aside with a satisfied look, I turned to Number Five collapsed on the mat.
Her clothes disheveled, she sat slumped, gasping for breath.
Tear tracks stained her cheeks, her bitten lip oozing blood.
But her eyes weren't crying.
They burned with pure hatred and murder, glaring at me and then Lee Soohee beside me by turns.
Like she'd lunge and rip our throats out right then.
I met her killing glare with a leisurely smile, as if watching a pet perform.
And I began the final phase of this cruel test.
"Handle your company salary yourselves."
I spoke to her like a benevolent god granting boons.
"Twenty-five million 'pussy money' every year. Separate. Deal?"
At my words, her eyes wavered for the first time—not with rage, but something else.
The weight of "twenty-five million," enough to change her life forever.
I didn't miss that shake and tossed the final offer.
"Oh, and."
I raked her from head to toe with a lecherous gaze.
"If you let me use your pussy too, that's an extra five million. How's that?"
My final words.
A humiliating offer that crushed her remaining pride completely.
Her face twisted horribly between rage, shame... and an irresistible temptation.
She clenched her trembling fists.
I could tell her soul teetered precariously on the scales right then.
I watched the spectacle, intrigued and utterly delighted.
I saw her soul, wobbling on the scales, finally tip toward "money."
I watched her pathetic agony with great pleasure and leisure.
And, like a coup de grâce to her last shred of pride, I hurled cruel words.
"I don't know what you're making now, but around here, for treatment like this, the standard is sucking ass till it's raw, right?"
"......"
Even a beast like Lee Soohee called herself a "cock house" for a billion a year.
From what I knew, female bodyguards in this market got treated like shit.
Did this bitch even pull in fifty million a year properly?
Yet I was offering twenty-five million just in "pussy money" annually.
Thirty million if she gave up her pussy.
No way she could refuse.
Savoring her glare full of venom, I stood.
Standing right before her, I pulled out my soft, flaccid cock and grinned.
"You grab opportunity when it comes."
I lightly nudged her chin up with my foot.
"So suck it, you slut."
At my final command, the last defiant flame in her eyes finally snuffed out.
A single tear of humiliation trickled from the corner of her eye.
And slowly, so very slowly, she lowered her head toward my cock.