Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: IM Bastard, and Fucking Bitch
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Entering the penthouse, the three women silently followed behind.
Lee Soohee was still scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, as if putting on a show as a bodyguard.
>A body she'd soon be stripping bare anyway. Pointless effort.
Choi Yang wore her usual emotionless face.
And today's star, Kim Seulgi, looked completely spaced out after surrendering everything in the secret room.
Just seeing those vacant eyes stirred a surge of conquest in me.
I sank into the sofa and appraised them like fine artworks.
A razor-sharp blade, a wild mare begging to be tamed, and now a genius perfectly mine.
The tension from this mismatched trio wasn't half bad.
How best to shatter them into their most beautiful forms.
"Stand there."
A low command, impossible to defy.
The women lined up before me, different emotions flickering across their faces.
Dissatisfaction, indifference, resignation. A captivating sight.
"Strip."
Lee Soohee's face hardened.
Pathetic little rebellion. But that contemptuous striptease was exactly the picture I craved.
After our deal, she wasn't as obedient as before. Yet she always clung for the money while voicing her complaints—that hypocrisy crumbling was pure delight.
Choi Yang undressed like it was just another task, while Kim Seulgi obediently bared herself. Three distinct nudes gleamed under the lights.
Satisfactory.
"Well then..."
At my words, the three dropped to their knees in unison.
The lewd whisper of bare skin against carpet filled the air.
"Suck."
Kim Seulgi reacted first, as expected.
True to her starring role today, she crawled forward without hesitation, those hot lips proving her purpose.
A woman who'd sold her soul to Deus Ex Machina for knowledge and fame.
Like nudging a lost researcher with a hint, I gently gripped her hair.
That was the moment.
The clumsy, tentative probing vanished like a lie.
In its place came a suffocating pressure burrowing to my core.
Unexpected depth. Vacuum-like suction.
This wasn't mere technique.
It was perfect bodily mastery, forged through endless training.
"Hss...!"
I swallowed a sharp breath without thinking.
My arrogant mind blacked out for an instant.
What the hell is this woman doing to me...
The secret room conversation flashed through my muddled head.
She liked 'expansion', didn't she?
Ah. So that's it. That 'expansion' wasn't limited to the hole below.
I gazed down at her with eyes mixing shock and fresh conquest, watching my devoted genius.
My pitiful, praiseworthy toy, ready to empty every hole for me.
This plaything's going to be way more fun than I thought.
"Hoo, fuck... Never dreamed I'd turn a throat into a pussy one day? Shit, real-life Hitomi-chan."
"....Guh...Hng...Gulp....."
No more words were needed.
Reason and logic faded, replaced by ragged breaths, wet friction, and the occasional stifled moan filling the penthouse.
These weren't human sounds anymore.
The growl of predators before prey. Or beasts hurling themselves off pleasure's cliff.
Under the dazzling lights, three shadows tangled into an unrecognizable mass.
Sweat-slick backs and thighs, twitching fingers, matted hair clumps—the only hints of individuals.
Leaning back on the sofa, I silently watched the primal scene I'd crafted.
Stripped of civilization and reason, pure instinct writhing. The rawest proof of my power.
The city nightscape blurred beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, mere backdrop to the room's thick heat.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit up.
From fingertips to wrists, sticky remnants of the night's frenzy clung.
Traces mingled from Kim Seulgi, Choi Yang, and even Lee Soohee.
Ignoring the filter soaked in their juices, I flicked the lighter.
A sizzle of burning moisture, then a red ember flared.
I took a deep drag and exhaled, eyes sweeping the room.
In the corner, Lee Soohee lay collapsed, her tough body overwhelmed into stillness.
Even the beast bitch who gaped and moaned on my cock had her tongue lolling out before 'fisting'.
Doll-like Choi Yang, numb to everything, had sobbed tears, snot, and piss from the extreme play.
Amid that chaos.
Dr. Kim Seulgi had risen from the bed, standing languidly beside me in nothing but her skin.
Silently sweeping back wet hair, she gazed at the night view.
No trace of the eye-rolling convulsions from moments ago.
"Eyes rolled clean back... fast recovery."
I tossed the quip since the frailest had snapped back first. Eyes still on the city, she murmured softly.
"...Lots of experience."
An unstoppable laugh burst out.
"Puhaha... Different league, huh?"
I exhaled a long plume of smoke and asked.
She turned to meet my gaze. A faint glimmer—emotion?—flickered in those vacant eyes.
"Well, if we're getting technical, yeah."
Her cool affirmation sparked fresh interest.
I scanned her from head to toe, picking my next amusement.
"Next time, expand that back hole just the same."
I expected a shoulder twitch.
But she didn't blink, replying instantly.
"Yes."
"...Fuck, ice cold? You tried it?"
Her unexpected reaction drew an involuntary follow-up. She dropped her gaze briefly.
"Sometimes, when the stress piles up."
I mulled that over in silence.
This woman ran deeper and more twisted than I'd imagined.
Perfectly to my taste.
A satisfied smile curved my lips as I shifted gears.
Toy inspection over. Time to test her as a tool.
"Park Sojin. Financial Supervisory Service investigator."
"Yes."
"She'll handle the share shuffling."
"...You mean strip my sister's shares?"
"Yeah. After the divorce, alimony shares—how much?"
"Sister holds 31% total. I've got 9%."
"Choi President?"
"15%."
"Any way to snag that bastard's shares?"
She pondered my question before speaking—an active pitch unlike before.
"Sojin, right? Why not use her? Brother-in-law—no, Choi President was totally smitten with her."
Her volunteering to topple her own sister. I nodded, pleased.
"Nah, gotta 'debut' her next month. Too risky."
My words drew her first look of pure curiosity.
Her eyes cleared, fixing on me.
"Debut?"
"Yeah. She was an aspiring idol originally."
I took a deep drag, exhaling long toward the window before continuing.
"Dangled a debut if she got Choi President to divorce. She delivered, so I keep my word."
I said it casually, but she froze like it'd hit hard.
Her eyes darted between me, the cigarette, and the city.
I could feel the complex equations churning in her head.
Moments later, she spoke softly.
"......You really keep your promises."
Her tone was dry, purely confirming a new fact—no blame, no awe.
She was dissecting me now.
My patterns. This kingdom's survival rules.
I liked the intellectual probe. I smirked back at her.
"Yeah. Fucking reliable, ain't I?"
Proven long-game pieces get fitting rewards.
That was my way.
Cigarette smoke filled the space between us.
New facet confirmed. Back to business.
"Ponder the shares a bit more. Alzheimer's drug—progress?"
Her eyes shifted at the question.
No longer the probing scientist. Just a researcher reporting results.
"Animal trials wrapping up. Effects confirmed. Compiling data for paper publication, then straight to clinical trials."
"Kim Seulgi locked in as primary author?"
It struck her deepest craving.
Desire gleamed in her eyes, pinning me.
I knew the answer from that look alone.
"...Yes."
"Patent the compound before the paper drops."
"Yes."
"You know Alzheimer's is just red tape after that. Next project lined up?"
No resting on laurels.
Scale one peak, point to the next.
My way.
To my final question, she looked up.
Like she'd found her purpose, deep realization lit her face.
No words needed.
The scientist who'd sold her soul for knowledge and fame knelt quietly before me.
She gazed reverently at me—her 'Deus Ex Machina'.
And proved her 'next project' with her body, wordlessly.
Soft, wet warmth enveloped me.
She'd already chosen her next topic.