Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Thorough Evaluations
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Preparation complete.
I spoke in a low voice to Ri Su-hee, who had just perfectly proven her resume.
"That's enough playing around."
At my words, Ri Su-hee smoothly rose from Number One's pinned body.
She licked her lips slowly, like a beast savoring the anticipation of the hunt.
Number One rolled on the floor, grinding her teeth in humiliation and rage as she staggered back to her feet.
Staking the last of a champion's pride, she readjusted her stance once more.
Number One charged at Ri Su-hee with a fierce shout, determined to end it this time.
One, two, straight. Heavy, lightning-fast punches, straight out of the kickboxer's playbook.
But Ri Su-hee flowed around every attack like water, deflecting them with minimal movement.
She slipped inside Number One's final right straight with her left hand, closing the distance in a flash.
Ri Su-hee's body pressed perfectly against Number One's.
Number One's body spun limply through the air.
Thud!
She was slammed onto the mat without a chance to recover.
Before the impact even settled, Ri Su-hee mounted her effortlessly.
Ri Su-hee planted her ass squarely on Number One's face, who lay sprawled out like a starfish.
"Mmph! Mmmph... mmrrgh...!!"
All of Number One's screams and struggles turned into muffled, humiliating noises beneath Ri Su-hee's firm thighs and pussy.
Still in position, Ri Su-hee turned her head toward me.
"What do you think?"
"She's usable. But we weren't planning to hire this one anyway, right?"
"Well, yeah... but I still had to judge if she's just for show or actually worth putting to work."
Ri Su-hee nodded at my words.
She understood my intent perfectly and moved on to the next step to prove this 'product's' value.
She grabbed Number One's ankles with both hands.
Without a shred of mercy, she yanked the resisting legs wide open.
Everything was laid bare before my eyes.
I examined the view in detail.
She had quite a bit of hair.
Coarse black curls roughly covered her femininity.
And true to her champion status, the skin between her inner thighs was darkened from endless training.
It was proof of a healthy, conditioned body—but aesthetically, it left something to be desired.
Reading my subtle change in expression, Ri Su-hee added her expert opinion in her distinctive northern drawl.
"She might not look great, but bitches like this taste good."
"Okay, she passes. Let her go."
I flashed a satisfied smile at Ri Su-hee's chilling 'expertise.'
This 'Number One' was quite the piece of goods.
"Okay, she passes. Let her go."
At my command, Ri Su-hee stood up from Number One without hesitation.
She provocatively wiped her pussy with her hand, casual as could be.
Looking at me, she said matter-of-factly,
"Boss comrade, keep your promise."
"Horny already?"
Ri Su-hee nodded without a second's pause.
Her eyes gleamed with raw hunger for the 'Number One' she'd just dominated.
I gave her a slight nod of approval.
Then I turned my gaze to Number Five, still trembling in humiliation on the dojo floor.
She hadn't even been able to get me fully hard from the shock earlier—just a mediocre lay.
I grabbed a fistful of Number Five's hair and shoved her away from me.
"Enough. What a fucking waste of money... whatever, switch out."
I pointed to my cock, slick with Number Five's spit but still limp.
Then I addressed Number One, who had just passed her humiliating test.
"You said you're good at sex?"
I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
"Get me hard."
Number One bit her lip for a moment.
Her eyes flickered with a storm of humiliation, resignation, and the last spark of professional pride.
Soon enough, she accepted it all and dropped to her knees before me in the chair.
But unlike the others, she didn't dive straight for the tip or shaft.
She started low, lavishing my balls with meticulous, expert licks.
"Oh, not bad... sss... yeah."
True to her champion billing, she showed real talent in the sex department too.
As my mind hazed over from her league-above technique, I announced the next matchup.
Numbers Two and Three.
The results were the same as before.
A fierce clash, followed shortly by humiliated groans from beneath Ri Su-hee's feet.
She finished every bout with her signature 'facesitting pussy press.'
All tests complete. The four 'passers' lay scattered on the mat, mentally and physically broken in their own ways.
Sitting on another woman's face and grinding wasn't enough to satisfy Ri Su-hee, even briefly.
Her ravenous gaze turned to me.
A good trainer doesn't skimp on rewards for a beast that nailed the hunt.
I granted that starving beast the four fresh females she'd just bagged, whole.
"Have fun with all four. Be back before dinner."
"...Thanks."
Ri Su-hee expressed her gratitude curtly.
But her eyes weren't on the four sprawled women—they were on Choi Yang beside me.
"By the way... what about the secretary comrade?"
"Choi Yang, you wanna get eaten?"
"Hah... yeah."
Ri Su-hee eyed Choi Yang like a meal, desire plain as day.
"...You know Choi Yang's mine, right?"
"That's why I'm asking."
Ri Su-hee's bold retort.
She acknowledged me as 'master' while eyeing his prized possession.
I savored her audacity for a moment.
Then I decided to grant my perfect 'guard dog' the ultimate reward.
"Hng. Use her clean."
Ri Su-hee grinned ear-to-ear, genuinely thrilled.
And Choi Yang, at the center of it all, stood with her usual blank face, indifferent to the world.
With all 'tests' done, I was left alone in the empty dojo.
Ri Su-hee had led her four gifted bitches off leisurely somewhere.
At the same time, the long post-nut clarity session that had gripped me since morning finally ended.
Pssshhh...
The icy clarity filling my head vanished, replaced by a flood of stray thoughts, fatigue, and dizziness.
"Haa..."
What now?
Go home and knock up Chaewon?
But I shot that down in a second.
...Right, Chaewon's on her period yesterday and today.
Tsk.
What about the others? Han Yura's out on business with the Bluesky Games deal.
Choi Yang and guards 1, 2, 3, 5? Just handed them over to Ri Su-hee as a reward.
Fuck?
For a split second, that security firm sales director auntie's face popped into my head.
The only pussy I could fuck right now... her?
"Tsk... even desperate, an auntie is a bit...?"
I genuinely agonized over my pathetic situation.
Finally, shivering at the nightmare vision of turning the car around and heading to that sales director in a lust haze, I wrenched the wheel toward home.
Fuck it, just jerk off and reflect. Today's a wash.
Resigned to it all, I opened the front door—and faced a scene mocking my resolve.
"You little shit...!"
That mutt, that fucking shit dog, was right in the middle of the living room, tearing into my brand-new Tom Ford suit jacket like a chew toy.
One sleeve was already a shredded rag.
Spotting me, the mutt wagged its tail happily and dragged its 'trophy' sleeve to my feet.
I just stared at the sight, dumbfounded.
Outside, FSC investigators and North Korean killers threaten me.
Inside, a crap dog trashes my stuff, and women defy my authority.
Is this really my kingdom?
I let out a deep sigh laced with all the day's pent-up frustration and finally stepped inside.
There, on the living room sofa under a blanket, curled up like a shrimp and sleeping soundly, was Chaewon.
One look at her peaceful form melted away all my anger and unease like snow in the sun.
Hoo... yeah, you're all I need, Chaewon...
I approached the sofa and sat beside her.
Instead of gently stroking her sleeping cheek, my hand slipped familiarly under her pajamas and gripped her full breast hard.
At the sensation, Chaewon's eyes fluttered open toward me, still heavy with sleep.
"Mmm... you're back?"
"Yeah. But... Chaewon-ah..."
She caught the drift from my trailing voice right away.
"Ah... sorry. Not yet."
"...Blood coming out?"
At my blunt question, she hesitated a beat before giving the answer I wanted.
"...Backdoor, later?"
"Yeah. Been a while?"
"...I'll prep and come. Wait in the room."
She started to get up as she said it.
I grabbed her wrist and whispered with my most perverted grin.
"Can't I do the enema?"
"...God, you're such a perv."
Chaewon laughed helplessly and headed to the bathroom.
I watched her go, smirking in satisfaction.
Unlike Han Yura, she got no pleasure from anal—but she allowed it all just for me, that raw 'thug slut devoted wife.'
Fuck, this is life.
Brimming with perfect contentment, I planned tomorrow.
Alright... got the bodyguards, grasped all my weaknesses. Starting tomorrow... time to fuck up that FSC bitch Park Sojin.
Dare to blackmail me?
Burning with cold vengeance, I headed to the bathroom where Chaewon waited.