Chapter 151
Chapter 151
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 151
Chapter Title: To Higher Places
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Higher.
Osea had perfectly licked away Choi Yang's fluids and the remnants of my semen with her tongue. Now she slowly rose to her feet right in front of me.
Her expression was so serene it was hard to believe this was the same woman who had just performed such a humiliating act.
No, it was closer to blank, all emotion wiped clean.
Without asking my permission, she quietly turned and walked to the empty space at the center of the office.
Then she turned to face me.
Like an anchor seated at the news desk, waiting for the camera's red light to flick on.
What was about to begin was her briefing—her show—containing everything she had to offer me.
She first brought her hand to the buttons of her prim jacket.
Click, click.
In the silence, the sound of the buttons coming undone rang out unusually loud.
The jacket slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor.
What it revealed was the restrained curve of her body, faintly visible beneath a thin silk blouse.
The neat, intellectual silhouette that countless viewers had trusted back in her anchoring days.
My gaze obsessively roved over every inch of her.
The white wrist peeking from her blouse sleeve, the delicate outline of fine bones.
The subtle sheen of her skin under the lights—impeccably maintained, without a single flaw.
How much money and effort must she have poured into keeping skin like that?
Without the slightest hesitation, she began undoing the blouse's pearl buttons one by one.
Her collarbone came into view, followed by the precarious hint of cleavage.
Once all the buttons were undone, she shrugged off the blouse like shedding a skin.
What lay bare was a black bra that hugged her body perfectly.
A clear assertion of her femininity, hidden beneath the armor of a politician.
Without so much as a breath, she moved her hand to the zipper of her skirt.
Ziiiip—the skirt fell limply away from her full hips.
Now her lower half was clad only in black stockings and the dizzying garter belt holding them in place.
News anchor Osea.
Her voice had been a symbol of truth and trust to the people of Korea.
Those noble lips, from which that voice had flowed, had just sucked my cock, slick with another woman's fluids.
That elegant body, once devoted to the public's right to know, was now slowly stripping bare under the gaze of one man alone.
Could there be a more perfect conquest? A more thrilling sense of betrayal?
I savored the flawless artwork, waiting for her next move.
Osea took a moment to steady her breath, then reverted to the form I knew.
The anchor from the TV screen, delivering Korea's every issue with icy precision.
The hesitation and shame vanished from her eyes, replaced by the cold professionalism of someone staring down a camera lens.
She lightly placed one hand on her chest and looked me squarely in the eye before speaking.
Her voice held not a hint of tremor.
"I will begin the briefing. First item: upper body."
Just like a news briefing, she began explaining how to use her body.
"As you can see, my bust is 75C. My skin tends toward dry, but consistent care keeps its elasticity and texture at the highest level. The nipple area is especially sensitive to external stimulation—it erects easily even from light touch. It can heighten the CEO's visual satisfaction."
She calmly described her breasts while her other hand slowly traced the line from her waist to her hips.
"Waistline is 24 inches, easy for the CEO to grasp and control with one hand. Hips are above average for an East Asian woman and trained to provide stable positioning in any posture."
Her hand finally drifted to her lower body, where only the black garter belt and stockings remained.
Without hesitation, she began unclipping the garter one by one.
The stockings slid off with a soft shh, pooling at her feet.
Now there was nothing left on her body.
She pointed to her most intimate area with a finger and continued her final briefing.
"Finally, this part. Per the CEO's last order, it's perfectly shaved with no obstructions. Vaginal tightness is maintained at top grade through consistent Kegel exercises, prepared to meet any demand."
With the briefing complete, she quietly clasped her hands behind her back.
Like a secretary finished with her report. Or an anchor done with her remarks.
"That concludes the 'Osea' briefing."
I shuddered at this perfect, intellectual form of submission.
This woman was wielding her greatest weapons—her intellect and reason—as tools to offer herself more effectively.
"Puhaha... fuck... I've heard plenty of pussy boasts, but your type is a first."
To my crude praise, she replied without changing expression.
"Thank you."
"But we're still negotiating, aren't we? Isn't stripping everything too easy? Gets boring if it's not a challenge."
I asked spitefully on purpose.
A toy broken too completely loses its appeal fast.
At my words, she smiled lightly for the first time.
No longer a forced expression.
The smile of a clever bitch starting to enjoy the game.
"If you give something bigger, I'll show a bigger reward."
"Whoa, still more to offer?"
"A woman never shows a man everything."
Her bold, loaded response made my cock twitch again.
This wasn't just about offering her body.
She was laying everything on the table right now.
Her political savvy as a lawmaker. The networks built since her anchoring days. Her fox-like wits and ambition—all wagered in a new deal.
I stood and approached her perfect nudity.
Lifted her chin and peered into those unpredictable eyes.
"Fine. Let's hear what this 'bigger reward' is."
At my words, Osea quietly climbed onto me.
Her right hand softly gripped my cock, adjusted the angle, and she slowly lowered her hips.
Her movements held no shame or hesitation now.
Only sultry, confident motions bent on proving her worth.
Squelch...
My glans pushed aside her thick labia and burrowed inside.
The moment that strange pressure gripped me, a hot breath burst from Osea's lips.
"Hngh... so hot..."
"Sensitive, huh? Been a while since you got fucked?"
To my teasing question, she rocked her hips and whispered in my ear.
Her voice trembled faintly, soaked in pleasure.
"Politician... so... image management... hngh!"
A satisfied smile spread across my face.
Poor bitch who'd suppressed herself for ambition, castrating her womanly life.
I leaned back against the sofa and gazed up at her as she slowly worked her hips on top of me.
She wasn't just moving with me—she was devouring me of her own will.
Feeling her body, I gave my cold assessment.
"Not some ultra-tight legendary pussy, but the grip's decent. Congrats—you're cock house number six."
At my words, her hip movements stuttered to a halt.
"........."
"What? Unhappy with six?"
I gripped her waist hard with both hands as I asked.
Her flesh quivered in my grasp.
She looked down at me, exhaling a breath laced with pain and humiliation, and barely managed to reply.
"Yes..."
Her honest answer made me laugh.
Greed just like when I look at Han Yura.
I leaned to her ear and kindly explained the rules of my empire.
"Well, rankings can change anytime. Fight for it. Oh, number one spot's my wife's—don't even think about it."
The sole sanctuary in my life. Mother of my children.
That position's value isn't comparable to the others.
"........."
"Don't get greedy. Before I rip that pussy apart."
At my final warning, she replied as if fully submitting at last.
"Yes..."
Satisfied with her answer, I seized her waist and pulled her tighter against me.
Too early to finish.
I needed to test this new toy's value a bit more.
"Then keep pounding away."
At my command, Osea caught her breath, then rested her cheek on my chest and began working her hips on her own.
Her voice came laced with the unavoidable nasally moans from her motions.
"A few days ago... there was a meeting of party lawmakers. I... hngh... heard this there..."
She relayed what she'd heard from her fellow party congressmen—while shaking her hips herself, enduring the pleasure she created, breaths breaking as she fought to speak.
"'Taesung Pharmaceuticals' is starting to move... hngh! to check Silla Biotech. Using a few ruling party heavyweights to focus on... Silla's research ethics issues... hngh... during the next national audit. That's the intel on their scheme."
For the future she'd gain by offering her body, she fulfilled her first oath of loyalty: selling out her own party's internal information.
All while impaled on the cock of the man she'd pledged it to.
I chuckled lowly as I absorbed the info.
Just as I'd expected.
With a Nobel Prize—the massive pie—right in front of them, the old hyenas wouldn't sit idle.
"Hmm... know which congressmen are involved?"
She halted her self-driven rocking and looked down at me with eyes full of greed.
Her pleasure-drunk gaze from moments ago had instantly shifted to a merchant's, poised for a deal.
"Puhaha, no free lunch, huh?"
"...I'm a greedy woman."
"What do you want?"
"Two seats aren't enough. Make me one more."
An absurd demand.
I could only laugh in disbelief.
I'd just gotten her a congresswoman badge, and she was already scheming to build her own faction.
"Paju's got two seats, no?"
"Ilsan—it's close."
"Got someone in mind?"
"One ugly bitch who did labor activism."
'Bitch'...
Her word choice for a subordinate already pleased me.
"She's ugly."
Meaning no real competitive threat.
Thoroughly pragmatic. Viciously realistic.
"Puhaha, no rivals, huh?"
"Naturally."
"Good. Then... make me cum already."
"......Deal?"
I didn't answer—just grinned and smack—slapped her ass hard where it perched on my thigh.
Osea jolted at the impact but took it as confirmation, readjusted her position.
Then, atop my half-reclined form on the sofa, she began pounding away furiously.
Soon the CEO's office filled with the wet slap-slap of flesh colliding—the noise of the woman who would become queen of Paju and Ilsan—
and her lewd moans, no longer held back.