Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: The Important Thing
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The place we stepped into was a room steeped in a decadent atmosphere that made the "hotel" sign out front feel like a cruel joke.
The lighting consisted solely of dim red and blue indirect glows, leaving everything in the room submerged in a sticky darkness.
The tacky gold-embellished bed headboard,
and the massive mirror mounted on the ceiling blatantly advertised the purpose of this space.
Into that scene, I tossed No. 2's body without a hint of hesitation.
Thud-
No. 2 collapsed onto the bed with its garish gold decorations like a soundless doll.
I climbed on top of her and grabbed the lapels of her professional black suit jacket with both hands.
Then, I ripped it open to both sides.
Pop-pop-!
Buttons flew off in every direction, screaming as they scattered.
I tore straight through the center of her white blouse next, yanking it wide open.
All that remained on No. 2's body now was a plain black bra and panties—practical undergarments only.
One hole was all I needed,
so without bothering to remove the bra, I roughly grabbed her panties and yanked them down to her ankles in one brutal motion.
Throughout the entire process, No. 2 simply stared at her reflection in the ceiling mirror with vacant eyes, offering no resistance whatsoever.
I gripped her lean, toned waist—now completely stripped bare—and mounted her, positioning myself to start thrusting.
It had been exactly thirty minutes since I wrote my name on the marriage registration.
My legal "husband" was rubbing his cockhead against another woman's pussy slit, forcing his way in—and Chaewon watched the whole thing in silence.
My perfect "wife" slowly began undressing herself.
Chaewon's naked body, adorned with intricate irezumi tattoos, revealed itself under the dim hotel room lights.
As I took in the sight of Chaewon, I pushed myself inside No. 2.
Maybe it was because there'd been no foreplay or caressing at all.
The dry, rough tightness unique to an unaroused pussy transmitted straight through my dick.
I grimaced at the unpleasant sensation
and started mechanically rocking my hips.
That was when it happened.
My perfect "wife," Chaewon, slowly finished undressing and climbed onto the bed.
Her tattooed nude form glowed seductively in the dark hotel lighting.
Chaewon delicately straddled the narrow waist of "No. 2," who was faithfully serving as my "pocket pussy."
Then, she met my eyes.
I was locked in gaze with my wife while buried deep inside another woman.
My wife slowly brought her face toward mine.
Our lips met lightly but softly.
As I shared a gentle kiss with my wife, I began properly ravaging the body of the "tool" pinned beneath me.
At first, only the creaking of the bed filled the room.
But soon,
new sounds began layering over it.
Squelch, squelch, smack, smack-smack-
The brutally raw sounds of my cock forcing its way into No. 2's dry pussy, rubbing and slamming with friction.
"Hngh... mmph... hng..."
Between those explosive noises, No. 2's beast-like whimpers—desperately stifled not from pleasure, but from pain and humiliation.
And,
"Slurp, smack, slobber..."
The sticky, erotic sounds of my "wife" Chaewon's tongue diligently licking my neck, shoulders, and chest.
In that small hotel room, those three distinct sounds formed a bizarre trio, echoing louder and louder.
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The tangled breaths and slick friction sounds from the three of us that had filled the small hotel room came to a stop.
Sweat-drenched, I languidly gazed at No. 2 sprawled on the bed, white semen weakly dribbling from between her legs.
Lowering my eyes, I saw my "wife" Chaewon—who had just devoted herself to my pleasure—now meticulously "cleaning" my cock with her mouth for aftercare.
I felt profound satisfaction in this perfectly controlled little kingdom of mine.
That was when it happened.
Bzzz- bzzz-
My phone on the bedside table started vibrating and ringing.
I leaned back leisurely against the bed headboard and picked it up.
With that movement, Chaewon—having finished her cleaning—curled into my arms like a cat, nestling naturally against me.
Savoring the feel of Chaewon's skin with one hand, I kneaded No. 2's breast like dough with the other as she lay beside us, and checked the caller ID.
[Tissue]
I answered without hesitation.
"Yeah, Secretary Choi. What's up?"
[Where are you?]
"Hotel with Chaewon. You done playing with Lee Soohee?"
[Yes.]
"Is Lee Soohee next to you?"
[No. She's sleeping in the 'business room' bed with Investigator Park Sojin.]
"Mm, how was the vibe?"
[Nothing special. Except...]
"Except?"
[Lee Soohee said something strange.]
"Spill it."
[Remember her lover she escaped with from up north?]
"The bitch we have as a hostage in the nursing home?"
[Yes.]
"What about her?"
[Contrary to what Lee Soohee said... it doesn't seem like she's her lover.]
At those words, every trace of languor in my mind froze cold.
"......Get here right now. Tell Lee Soohee she's got the day off—make it sound like she can enjoy herself however."
[Yes.]
I hung up on Choi Yang and froze in place for a moment.
'Not her lover.'
Choi Yang's final words echoed in my head.
Lee Soohee... lied to me...
I got out of bed and walked to the window.
I recalled the desperate confession Lee Soohee had made to me.
Her lover—a woman—had been gang-raped by her unit's superiors and comrades,
and she'd ripped off all those bastards' cocks before escaping south.
In the process, her lover's mind shattered, and she took a bullet that paralyzed her lower body—that horrific tale.
I'd seen that story as
her greatest "weakness."
So I'd placed her "lover" in the country's top nursing home, under my control,
believing I'd fitted the beast known as Lee Soohee with the surest "safety device" around her neck.
But... what if that foundational "woman" wasn't the lover Lee Soohee loved enough to bare everything for?
Tsk... what the hell?
Thinking back on Lee Soohee's behavior so far, her affection for that woman in the nursing home was undoubtedly genuine.
But then,
why
lie to me
specifically about her being her "lover"?
Just as I'd tried to use her "lover" as a "safety device"...
had Lee Soohee set up her own "safety device" to hide her real ace from me?
If so...
Then what was the true identity of that woman she protected even with the lie of being her "lover"?
My post-nut clarity brain zeroed in on the most plausible single answer.
'Family?'
Discovering a new weakness in the "beast," I grinned wickedly.
I immediately texted Choi Yang the hotel address and room number.
Then, to my "wife" lounging languidly on the bed in satisfaction, I said tenderly,
"Chaewon, I've got some work to discuss with Choi Yang. Head home first."
"Okay."
Chaewon's obedient reply.
It was like a switch that reordered everything in the room.
No. 2's vacant eyes, which had been blankly staring at the ceiling mirror moments ago, refocused with sharp clarity.
Like a different person entirely, she sprang up from the bed and began gathering and putting on her clothes.
No. 2 was no longer my "cock house."
She had reverted to being the "bodyguard" tasked with escorting Chaewon safely home.
With a soft kiss from my gentle wife, Chaewon and No. 2 left the room.
I remained alone in the decadent hotel room, traces of our debauchery still lingering.
Not long after,
a crisp, no-nonsense knock echoed from the door: knock-knock-
I got up from the bed—without even thinking to dress—and opened the hotel door with my cock dangling freely.
There stood Choi Yang, her face as impassive as ever, radiating total disinterest in the world and everything in it.
Her gaze briefly scanned my naked body up and down.
Choi Yang's eyes held no surprise, embarrassment, or disdain.
It was the utterly professional look one might give the boss's new tie every morning.
Satisfied with her reaction, I asked casually,
"Oh, you made it?"
"Yes, President."
Choi Yang responded as the perfect "secretary," utterly unfazed by my nudity or the bed behind me reeking of sex.
I alternated glances between the perfect "secretary" before me and the sex-stained bed behind her.
Then, I lounged comfortably on the bed, had her stand by my side, and got to the point.
"Tell me more about what you said on the phone."
"Just as I said. The woman Lee Soohee calls her 'lover'... no matter how I look at it, they don't seem like lovers."
"There must be a reason you think that. Lee Soohee's no idiot—she wouldn't straight-up tell you, 'Actually, it's my little sister.'"
At my words, Choi Yang fell silent for a moment.
"No explicit hints."
She spoke in her usual emotionless tone.
"Just... Lee Soohee kept overlapping me with her 'little sister' she left behind up north, or something like that?"
"How so?"
Choi Yang took a breath.
And in the next moment, what came from her mouth wasn't her voice.
She was perfectly mimicking Lee Soohee's rough, strong North Korean accent.
"My young comrade's suffered so much under that filthy boss."
"......."
"My little sister's mom too, just like you, comrade—skinny as a rail, like she'd snap any second."
I was momentarily speechless at Choi Yang's chilling impersonation unfolding before me.
Lee Soohee saw Choi Yang not as a "new bitch," but as the "little sister" from her past she couldn't protect.
"Hm... so she does like women?"
At my question, Choi Yang furrowed her brow slightly, as if recalling the events from hours ago.
"That's... ambiguous too."
She reported her "experience" calmly, like a researcher presenting findings.
"She reacts when I suck her off, feels it good... but not like Vice President Yoon, where her whole body 'melts' in pleasure."
"Maybe Lee Soohee's into topping, not bottoming?"
"Exactly."
Choi Yang nodded at my deduction.
"It wasn't like when the vice president fucked me, where she was 'enjoying' it... more like, she just had to do it. Obligated."
As I listened to Choi Yang's report, I began reassembling the puzzle of Lee Soohee.
"Faking enjoyment, you mean?"
"Not quite."
Choi Yang corrected my guess with expert insight.
"She's sensitive, squirts like crazy. Just... doesn't seem familiar with lesbian sex itself."
"Lee Soohee... squirts?"
"Yes."
I was stunned.
The woman who just sighed heavily and acted like a lifeless rock when I fucked her.
She cums that easily from pussy?
"When I'm fucking her, she just sighs like she's bored and feels nothing?"
To my indignant question, Choi Yang dropped the clincher.
"That's... probably acting."
"Huh?"
"A woman who writhes her whole body from just one finger... no way she feels nothing."
Choi Yang's final words.
They perfectly resolved all my confusion.
Lee Soohee, that bitch...
Had been "acting" with me all this time.
"Whew, complicated..."
Learning this new side of the unpredictable "weapon" called Lee Soohee, I sighed without realizing it.
"She's human. Of course she's complicated."
Choi Yang, standing by my side, pierced right to the heart with her usual flat tone.
"Tch..."
I clicked my tongue and issued new orders for handling this complex "person."
"Keep surveilling Lee Soohee. Report anything unusual immediately."
I paused, then asked about my new "strategist."
"How's Park Sojin?"
"Investigator Park Sojin..."
Choi Yang's report continued from there.