Chapter 204
Chapter 204
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 204
Chapter Title: Women of Endless Greed
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Those bitches with endless greed.
What dragged her consciousness back to the surface was a vicious thirst.
Han Yura opened her eyes, her face twisted in a scowl.
What came into view wasn't the familiar ceiling of her own bedroom, but the ceiling of one of Kim Cheolsu's safe houses—a love hotel.
Fragments of last night's memories flashed by.
His rough hands, his beastly thrusts.
"...Ah, that fucking bastard ditched me again."
When she tried to sit up, a heavy, nauseating pain surged from her lower back.
Her lower abdomen, abused all night long, throbbed with a dull ache, and the hot heat around her asshole still pulsed insistently.
She climbed out of bed, stepping carelessly over her clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor.
A chaotic scene, marked with traces of last night still intact.
Sodom and Gomorrah would have looked wholesome by comparison.
On the table sat half-finished bottles of soju and a wine glass layered with what looked like semen mixed halfway through.
Beside the bed lay the dildo and anal beads that had ravaged her ass all night, still slick with his fluids.
Next to them was a monstrous dragon dildo, too grotesque to pass for human.
And at the center of all that chaos,
lay the magical girl costume she'd been forced to wear to suit that fucking bastard's tastes last night—now torn and soiled, rolling pathetically on the floor.
Traces of raw, unfiltered sex, laid bare.
Seeing the ripped magical girl costume brought last night's memories flooding back in shards.
Every time that inhumanly massive cock plunged into her,
her lower belly bulging out, grotesquely molding to the beast's shape in the mirror.
The merciless sensation of its hard glans pushing past her cervix, burrowing deeper without mercy.
Even as she flailed from blocked airways, his movements raped her throat with evident delight.
'Hah... fuck, how much bigger does that bastard's dick even get?'
Somehow, she missed the pitiful little thing from long ago,
back when she'd meet Kim Cheolsu in that rundown Siheung restroom.
Of course, it was a pointless sentiment.
Whatever the past, what she had to deal with now was the current "monster" that had outgrown human limits.
And to erase that monster's traces from her body and don the mask of "Executive Vice President Han Yura" once more, she needed a shower first.
With that thought, Han Yura moved indifferently toward the bathroom.
That's when something bumped against her foot.
A crumpled bundle of blankets strewn on the floor.
Han Yura frowned and kicked it aside with her toe.
From within emerged a naked woman, curled up asleep.
Cascading black hair, and a pale back dotted with red marks here and there.
'Ah, Cheon Hye-yeon...'
Only then did it click.
This woman had been here last night too, hadn't she?
Han Yura's numb gaze swept over the woman peeking out from under the blanket.
She was dressed in a half-tattered magical girl outfit.
The same clothes she'd been dragged in wearing, just like Han Yura last night.
The lace shoulder strap on one side was completely torn off, and the cute ribbon at the chest was shredded to rags.
The short white frilly skirt was stiff and yellowed, steeped in semen.
And the faint, acrid stench assaulting her nose.
Traces of urine she'd lost control of in the throes of climax—or worse.
A thoroughly ruined sight, impossible to believe belonged to the once-called "princess of Taesung."
Han Yura stared down at the pathetic scene for a moment.
Her eyes held no pity or contempt.
Just a faint flicker of irritation, like she'd spotted something filthy.
She stepped over Cheon Hye-yeon's sprawled body without a care and headed to the bathroom.
That's when it started.
Bzzz— bzzz— bzzz—
A low, grating mechanical hum began echoing through the quiet room.
Han Yura scowled and traced the source of the noise.
It was coming from Cheon Hye-yeon, the woman she'd just stepped over.
Her gaze returned to the fallen woman on the floor.
Cheon Hye-yeon's lower half, half-covered by the blanket.
There, massive dildos lodged in both her ass and pussy writhed and vibrated like living creatures.
Kim Cheolsu's handiwork, shoved in and forgotten as he went home.
Last night, after knocking Han Yura out first, she could guess without imagining what he'd done to this one.
"Fuck..."
A deep sigh laced with irritation escaped Han Yura's lips.
Paju Bio Complex, Double Dragon Automobiles.
She had to stake everything against this woman.
But...
The sight before her stirred something before any thoughts of rivalry or battle.
A sense of kinship as fellow women.
Or the misery of being playthings for the same beast.
This wasn't about fair competition.
No matter how much she needed to win, she couldn't just let her opponent crumble so helplessly.
It was a faint remnant of conscience deep within her.
After a brief curse, Han Yura hesitated for a second before squatting right there.
Her cold fingers reached for the power button on the vibrating machine.
Her emotionless fingers pressed it without hesitation.
The irritating bzzz stopped, and silence returned to the room.
Her hand didn't stop there.
This time, it gripped the handle of the grotesque dragon dildo buried in the ass.
Even to the eye, it was thick; she yanked it out without pause.
"Ngh..."
Ignoring Cheon Hye-yeon's faint moan, Han Yura pulled it free with rough, merciless motions.
As the slick mass slid out, the stretched anal ring was starkly revealed.
The red flesh, expanded to fit the dildo's girth, gaped hideously around the empty space left behind.
Through the parted gap, a glimpse of the wet mucosa inside.
A hole that wouldn't close, fully agape.
Massive amounts of thick white fluid spilling uncontrollably from the red mucosa.
The sticky, turbid liquid trickled down her thighs, dripping plop, plop onto the floor.
"Hah, fucking bastard..."
Profanity spilled naturally from Han Yura's mouth.
Would she and this woman end up hobbling around in diapers when they were old?
A shiver of grim anxiety flashed through her, mingled with the room-filling semen stench that made her lower belly clench in a mix of disgust and strange arousal.
'...Fuck, you bastard.'
It was then, as Han Yura gripped the handle of the last massive dildo brutally stretching the pussy.
From Cheon Hye-yeon's lips on the floor came a sleep-talking moan.
"Ah... ngh... M-Master... Hye... Hye-yeon's pussy... it's breaking... hngh...♥"
'This bitch is broken too...'
Han Yura muttered coldly at the sleep-talk.
A perfectly tamed bitch, even in dreams unconsciously seeking her master and spreading wide.
She gripped the massive dildo and yanked it out with force, no more hesitation.
"Hngh...!"
Cheon Hye-yeon's body convulsed violently.
It wasn't just any dildo.
Its surface bristled with vicious protrusions to scrape the vaginal walls, and the glans end was packed with stiff "brushes" to churn and stimulate the entrance—a torture device in dildo form.
As it withdrew, the pooled white fluid inside gushed out once more, soaking her already filthy thighs.
Watching it, Han Yura vaguely recalled last night.
The very "thing" that had knocked her out.
While she was unconscious, it had turned Cheon Hye-yeon's pussy into literal "rags."
A sudden question crossed her mind.
'Why the fuck does this bastard only unleash such twisted lust on us two?'
Other women got off easy with fisting at worst.
Forcing their throats into "pussies" was reserved for her and Cheon Hye-yeon alone.
It was his punishment—and his own warped mark of "favor."
Han Yura tossed the filthy dildo aside and finally headed to the bathroom.
Now, truly, time to wash away all these traces.
Her feet hit the cold tile floor as she stood under the showerhead.
Twisting the faucet unleashed a roar of icy water cascading over her bare skin.
The sticky fluids, sweat clinging to her body, and the faint revolting semen stench washed away in an instant.
She scrubbed her skin roughly with her hands.
As if trying to erase even the faintest traces of the man who'd ravaged her all night.
The cold stream highlighted the bruises and red marks on her pale skin.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the rushing water.
Striving to peel away last night's vulgar, humiliating memories like grime.
The heavy discomfort in her lower belly and the stretched ache in her ass faded bit by bit under the chill flow.
She wanted to physically scour away the brand he'd seared into her flesh.
After thoroughly cleaning herself, Han Yura toweled off.
The reflection in the mirror showed a woman so composed and serene it was hard to imagine she'd spent the night in such debauchery moments ago.
She wrapped her wet hair roughly in a towel and headed to the dressing room.
Now, her real day was about to begin.
As Blue Sky Investment Executive Vice President Han Yura, she had to prepare to step into the ruthless battlefield of business, where gears meshed in cold precision.
Having washed away last night's vulgarity with the cold water, Han Yura dried her wet body with a large towel as she left the bathroom.
Water droplets from her hair dampened her shoulders, but she paid them no mind.
Then, her gaze stopped at one corner of the living room.
On the sofa huddled a figure.
Cheon Hye-yeon, now awake.
She'd pulled the blanket from the floor to barely cover herself, staring blankly out the love hotel balcony at the barren cityscape.
Did she remember last night?
Han Yura watched her for a moment before stepping silently closer.
"You're awake?"
Her voice was dry, devoid of any emotion.
Less a greeting than a simple status check.
"......."
No reply from Cheon Hye-yeon.
She just turned her head, very slowly.
Finally, her vacant eyes—drained of soul—turned toward Han Yura.
Han Yura met that gaze.
Pupils hazy and unfocused.
The eyes of a doll utterly shattered, still lost in last night's shock.
But right then.
A subtle change occurred.
Like an ember surviving in ashes, a faint light began to flicker deep in those soulless eyes.
The hazy focus sharpened gradually, locking clearly on Han Yura's face.
The emptiness lifted,
and in its place settled cold reason,
ironclad survival instinct,
and... unmistakable will.
Like someone awakening from a long slumber, she spoke her own voice for the first time in ages.
"Yes."
A single word.
Within it lay the chilling strength of one who had crawled back from hell's threshold, alive.