Chapter 202
Chapter 202
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 202
Chapter Title: A Flower Blooms on the Ashes
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"......Yes."
I'd ordered it, but...
I never dreamed she'd go that far.
Fuck?
For a split second, one face flashed through my mind.
Park Seul-gi, the woman I'd met last week.
Was it possible that this bitch Cheon Hye-yeon was just like her, obsessed with anal fisting or some shit?
Acting all refined on the outside, but secretly getting off on stuff like this?
Otherwise, how could she display herself so perfectly, like that?
...Well, whatever. It was turning me on, so who cared?
With keen interest, I pulled my chair back with a faint screech, and the face of Assemblywoman Oh Se-ah, who'd been crammed under the desk lapping at my balls, came into view.
She looked up at me with wet eyes, as if disappointed by the sudden interruption.
Mixed in with that regret was a faint trace of dissatisfaction.
A flicker of emotion you'd never see from a former anchorwoman on camera.
Tsk, look at those eyes...
As I stood up, my slick, glistening cock reared its head.
And in the next instant, it flew toward Assemblywoman Oh Se-ah's pale, smooth cheek.
Slap!
The crude, lively sound of wet flesh smacking against skin echoed through the study.
Her face turned to the side, and the saliva that had been in her mouth until moments ago smeared ugly across her milky cheek.
"Gotta manage that expression, Assemblywoman. Weren't you getting punished? Why do you look like you're enjoying it?"
Even at my low, mocking laugh, she couldn't respond.
She just lowered her head and hid back in the shadows.
Now, the nuisance was gone.
My gaze returned to the real "masterpiece" spread out on the floor.
As I stood, my still-hard, dripping cock swung heavily, asserting its presence.
I approached Cheon Hye-yeon, sprawled naked on the floor, just like that.
Walking barefoot over the expensive carpet felt pretty damn good.
I squatted right in front of her.
My eyes traveled slowly from her face downward.
Empty eyes, cheeks flushed red with humiliation, slightly parted lips.
The woman who'd been so rational and aloof on TV just minutes ago was now stripped bare before me, her face vacant and broken.
A little lower, and I saw her full, heavy breasts, freed from their confines.
Red marks from the small bra mixed with last night's traces, painting strange patterns on her pale skin.
And finally, my gaze reached the spot she'd opened wide herself.
Up close, it was even more spectacular.
Swollen red flesh, an entrance glistening with her juices.
Everything laid bare.
Even the small spasms—whether from humiliation or real pleasure.
Perfect submission.
Perfect offering.
It was delightful.
A pure joy welled up, like a kid playing with a new toy.
How far could I break this lofty woman?
Where were her limits?
A smile crept onto my lips from sheer curiosity.
Without wiping it away, I softly called her name.
"Hye-yeon."
Her vacant eyes on the floor focused faintly, turning toward me.
"......Yes."
Her voice was so small it was barely audible.
"In your opinion,"
I said it slyly, as if explaining oh-so-kindly.
"Beg for my cock in the sluttiest, trashiest way you can."
"........."
At those words, a faint light returned to Cheon Hye-yeon's empty eyes.
Not light, really—more like the final desperate struggle of someone engulfed in hellfire.
A sensation like her mind going blank white.
As if she could hear her thoughts circuits burning out.
This wasn't mere physical humiliation.
It was an order to drag herself down to the lowest whore, using all her intellect, her pride, everything she'd built up.
Her lips began to tremble.
For the first time, a thick shadow of despair fell over the perfect masterpiece on the floor.
And from those hollow, empty eyes, a single hot tear finally trickled down.
The clear liquid traced a vivid path down her white cheek and fell.
At the sight, my shoulders twitched involuntarily.
Fuck, she's crying...
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper, but each word was enough to pollute the air in the study.
"...Hngh..."
Swallowing sobs, she forced out broken words.
"Master... please... put your big, hot cock... in my filthy pussy..."
Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.
"Fuck me... like a dog... until my mind goes blank... until this pussy... becomes your cumrag... please... hnghk..."
Cheon Hye-yeon couldn't continue, choking back the sobs bursting out.
This wasn't the "Goddess of Taesung Reform" from TV, nor the arrogant, haughty "Princess of Taesung."
Just a perfect whore, soaked like a bitch in heat, begging for her master's cock.
That was Cheon Hye-yeon's true form, right before my eyes.
The smile on my lips deepened with satisfaction.
Maybe she saw it.
Cheon Hye-yeon's body on the floor twitched, and with her own hands, she grabbed her thighs, spreading them even wider, even more pathetically.
Like a well-trained pet craving her master's praise.
No reason to wait any longer.
I stood from my squat and moved between her legs.
I pressed my rock-hard cock against her dripping, glistening hole and slowly rubbed.
"Hnght...!"
A lewd cry burst from her lips.
A hot sound, impossible to tell if from pleasure or shame.
Her slick juices coated my tip, urging me in.
Now, time to taste this perfect masterpiece.
The glans parted her tight entrance, just about to slide inside—
Bang!
The study's heavy door flew open without a knock.
Golden blonde hair swayed first into view.
Yoon Chae-won...
My wife.
Her cold gaze slowly, precisely scanned the room.
One second on Cheon Hye-yeon, legs spread on the floor, and my cock half-buried in her pussy.
One second on my grinning, satisfied face.
And one second on Cheon Hye-yeon's tear-streaked, vacant face.
Having grasped the whole situation, my wife let out a long, thin sigh.
And in the next moment, she strode forward and smacked the back of my head as hard as she could.
Crack!
"Ow... fuck... why'd you hit me?"
A yelp escaped me from the sudden attack.
My head rang.
"Your sister's crying."
My wife jerked her chin toward Cheon Hye-yeon on the floor.
"I told you to keep it moderate, didn't I? You wanna get in real trouble?!"
Her face was like an older sister scolding a bratty little brother for bullying her favorite sibling.
"Pull out."
A single, ice-cold word from my wife's mouth.
Damn it...
I pouted, but I couldn't defy her.
I pulled my hips back from the sticky hole, and I could see her juices transparently coating my cockhead.
No... fuck... Cheon Hye-yeon was loving it too...
This is so fucking unfair.
That bitch was crying and creaming herself from enjoying it.
Out of frustration, I glared at my wife, who was now daintily sitting on the floor, wiping Cheon Hye-yeon's tears with her sleeve.
But all I got back was a sharp tch—a warning that said one more stunt and I'd be dead.
Perfect hierarchy established. In this house, my wife was queen.
Having sorted things out, my wife's gaze suddenly turned to the desk.
Under the desk's shadowy cover, a few awkward toes peeked out faintly.
Her eyes narrowed at the sight.
And the next moment, a merciless chop flew at my head again.
Thwack!
"......Grr."
This time, not a scream, but a beastly groan.
It fucking hurt.
"Who's under the desk?"
Ice-cold voice.
"......Assemblywoman Oh Se-ah."
Whimpering my confession, my wife called out in the sweetest, most affectionate tone.
"Honey."
"Y-yeah?"
Chills ran down my spine at that voice.
I'm screwed.
Really screwed.
That was the sound she made when she was genuinely pissed.
"Face the wall, hands up."
"......"
Resistance was pointless.
No, the thought of resisting didn't even cross my mind.
In the end, I stood, awkwardly hiding my swinging cock, and faced the study wall for my punishment.
What the hell was this?
My arms were going numb.
Damn, so embarrassing...
In this huge study, standing here punished with two naked women right in front of me...
Reality hit hard.
My wife's voice came from behind.
"Assemblywoman, come out."
"......Yes, ma'am."
Assemblywoman Oh Se-ah's voice crawling out from under the desk was weak, like wet cotton.
"Don't call me that..."
Irritation and resignation mixed in my wife's tone.
After that, no more talking—just the rustle of clothes being put on.
Probably my wife picking up the scattered garments from the floor and helping the two get dressed.
What a ridiculous picture.
My wife walking in on her husband mid-fuck with other women, then dressing them up.
A good while later.
Just as the pain in my arms felt like they'd fall off, salvation came.
"Hands down."
Whew.
I lowered my aching arms and slowly turned around.
As if nothing had happened, the study was back to normal.
Assemblywoman Oh Se-ah in her impeccable suit, Cheon Hye-yeon—who'd been slumped naked on the floor—now fully dressed, both standing behind my wife with heads bowed like criminals.
And at the center, my wife spoke to me.
"Cheolsu."
"...Yeah?"
"It's fine if you're a bastard, but don't be a fucking asshole...? You get what I mean?"
Her voice was eerily calm.
In other words, fuck women all you want, but treat them with some dignity...
No, but.
What am I supposed to do when that's what they want?
These masochistic bitches cream themselves while begging me to crush their pride...
Ignoring that and treating them nicely would be even more deceptive, right?
That one over there, Cheon Hye-yeon crying? She's totally crying from how much she loves it.
Definitely.
I wanted to protest the absurdity and injustice, but my wife's icy glare sealed my lips.
I could only stare blankly at this bizarre, perfectly controlled scene.