Chapter 207
Chapter 207
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 207
Chapter Title: Insatiable Bitches
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Those bitches with endless greed.
"Hngh… Ah…! More, more…!"
A raw, unfiltered moan of complete surrender to pleasure burst from Congresswoman Oh Se-ah's lips.
That sound only fanned the flames of Han Yura's desire.
She locked eyes with Oh Se-ah's flushed face right in front of her, her own gaze burning just as hot.
Glassy, unfocused eyes.
Cheeks flushed with ecstasy.
A body grinding like a beast in heat, instinctively taking the cock deeper.
'…More than that bitch, me…!'
Rivalry and arousal twisted hot in her lower belly.
Han Yura matched Oh Se-ah's movements and then some, swinging her hips even more fiercely, more sloppily.
There could only be one winner in this game.
She had to be the one to satisfy this man completely and claim the ultimate pleasure.
The sensation of her flesh and another woman's grinding madly against each other, sandwiching one man's cock between them.
Han Yura had cast aside reason and shame alongside her rival, reduced to a bitch racing toward nothing but pleasure.
What they called a 'pussy sandwich'.
Crossing legs with another woman over one man's cock, shaking hips up and down like animals.
The scorching heat and bulging veins of that massive shaft prying open her outer lips, crushing her inner folds.
Her head spinning from rivalry and bliss, Han Yura couldn't hold back any longer. She gasped it out.
"Ah, fuck… Just fuck me already, come on?"
At that moment, Kim Cheolsu's movements stopped dead.
Like scolding a kid who ruined the game, he said in a playful tone,
"Beep beep beep—Han Yura's out."
He pulled himself free from between their legs and ordered the winner.
"Oh Se-ah, spread 'em."
"Hah… Yes…!♥"
Congresswoman Oh Se-ah lay back on the floor like she'd been waiting, spreading her legs wide.
A posture of perfect submission, glowing with the victor's thrill.
"Ah, you fucking bastard. Pisses me off…"
Han Yura realized her impatience had cost her—elimination—and muttered a curse under her breath.
The humiliation of watching the winning bitch claim her prize right in front of her eyes.
Those were the rules of the game.
Congresswoman Oh Se-ah lay back on the floor like she'd been waiting, spreading her legs wide.
It wasn't mere submission.
It was the perfect 'mating pose'.
She grabbed her knees with both hands and pulled them tight to her chest.
Her ass lifted slightly off the floor, her lower half exposed utterly, no secrets left, splayed open to the air.
Her pleasure-swollen pussy lips glistened, spread wide and ready to take everything.
The center, drenched in her juices, revealed the red inner walls clearly.
Han Yura watched coldly.
'Fuck, at her age, she wants it like that? Fucking bitch…'
Acting like a warrior exposing Taesung's corruption on camera, defending Paju's environment.
But in the end, that's what this woman really was.
A pathetic bitch who thought spreading her pussy was all there was to it.
Against that contemptible sight, Kim Cheolsu approached the victorious bitch with a satisfied smile.
His massive glans pushed past her spread outer lips.
A boiling moan erupted from Oh Se-ah's mouth.
"Ahh… Ah…"
"Pisses me off, fuck…"
Han Yura muttered another curse.
That spot was supposed to be hers.
Regret gnawing at her, she groped the bed beside her.
Her fingers found one remnant of last night—a cold, hard dildo.
Hesitation?
None.
Just using her one privilege among his many women: masturbating 'whenever she wanted, however she pleased'.
Filling her empty hole with this cold, unsatisfying substitute instead of his amazing cock, soothing her frustration.
Han Yura turned her back to the pair and shoved the dildo into her pussy.
The wet rutting sounds of the beasts echoed in her ears, drowned out by the artificial friction of her own movements.
In this hellish orgy, it was her solitary comfort.
Right then, a lazy voice called from behind.
"Hey, Yura."
Han Yura irritably stopped, pulled out the dildo, and turned.
"What?!"
He nodded toward his crotch.
Following his gesture, she saw his massive cock, slick with juices, twitching over Oh Se-ah's still-aroused mound.
"…Perverted fuck."
With the quiet curse, an unavoidable lewd smile tugged at her lips.
Han Yura tossed the dildo aside and crawled to them on all fours like a beast.
Her black hair brushed teasingly over Oh Se-ah's sprawled belly.
Finally, his juice-soaked cockhead reached her face.
Without hesitation, she took it in her mouth.
First lightly, teasing the tip with her tongue.
Then, throat wide open, she swallowed him to the root.
His massive length slid slowly from deep in Han Yura's throat.
Glistening with her thick saliva, it plunged straight into Oh Se-ah's pussy below without pause.
"Hngh! Ah, aaah!"
Oh Se-ah's body arched like a bow.
Kim Cheolsu stirred inside her briefly, then pulled out and thrust into Han Yura's open mouth as she lay prone on Oh Se-ah's belly.
Mixed with Oh Se-ah's juices, it tasted even slicker, more obscene.
And so he did,
Alternating between Han Yura's mouth and Oh Se-ah's pussy, ravaging both women at once.
Even used alternately on Oh Se-ah's belly, mouth agape, Han Yura's eyes weren't glazed with pleasure.
They shone colder, sharper.
Her hand drifted slowly between her legs.
And without hesitation, she began stimulating her clit.
This was her 'privilege' alone among his many women.
In front of him,
Without asking permission,
'Freely' chasing her own pleasure.
Even in this humiliating game, she controlled and enjoyed her own ecstasy.
Proof that she was 'special', unlike the other bitches.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ How much time had passed?
The debauchery had finally ended.
As always, Kim Cheolsu had discarded the two exhausted women like used tissues on the bed and left.
The room held only the AC's hum, the lingering semen stench, and their weary breaths.
Han Yura stared blankly at the ceiling, then slowly turned at the rustling beside her.
On the white sheets, Oh Se-ah lay in the same state—body smeared with white cum—and their eyes met.
Once Korea's top anchor, now sporting a congresswoman badge.
But right now,
She was just another bitch ravaged and discarded by the same man.
Their gazes tangled in sticky silence.
"…….."
"……..."
Han Yura broke it first.
She propped herself up slightly and rolled toward Oh Se-ah.
Her voice was cold and clear, as if the sex had been a lie.
"Congresswoman."
"…Yes."
Oh Se-ah's voice cracked with exhaustion.
Han Yura spoke lightly, intimately, like sharing juicy gossip.
"Cheon Hye-yeon, that woman…"
She paused, gauging the reaction.
"Wants to team up with me to retire you. What do you think?"
Oh Se-ah's dazed eyes blinked slowly.
'Cheon Hye-yeon', 'retire'.
The words didn't quite connect in her drained mind.
She just wanted rest now, but awkwardly, she parroted back.
"Re… tire?"
"Yes."
Han Yura answered kindly, clearly.
Watching Oh Se-ah's confusion, she recalled her talk with Cheon Hye-yeon.
'Let's stop Oh Se-ah.'
That meant halting the sharpest attacks on Taesung.
Why?
The seed of doubt sprouted cold.
Cheon Myeong-hwan's blood.
Even discarded and trampled, that blood doesn't rot. Who could swear no lingering attachment to her father's empire lurked in that woman's veins?
This wasn't clearing the board.
It was flipping it—and declaring herself the new queen.
Her mind cooling, Han Yura eyed Oh Se-ah.
Confused, but still useful—a pawn.
Han Yura smiled softly, like a savior.
"What do you say, Congresswoman? Gonna let Cheon Hye-yeon eat you alive?"
She whispered sweet poison in her ear.
"Or… join hands with me and draw a new picture?"
Oh Se-ah stared, searching her true intent.
Reading the unease, Han Yura added one more lure.
"Oh, and… let's deal with that fucking bitch Dr. Park Seul-gi too."
"Dr. Park Seul-gi?"
Oh Se-ah's eyes widened in shock.
Park Seul-gi was far more crucial in this game than she was.
"Yes."
Han Yura grimaced in disgust.
"Not sick of getting fisted by that shitty bitch?"
At the blunt words, Oh Se-ah's face hardened.
She hesitated, then asked with genuine incomprehension.
"…Don't you like it?"
Her eyes held the vivid image of Han Yura screaming in pleasure last night.
Han Yura laughed in disbelief.
"Not really? Cheolsu's fist, maybe…"
She shrugged contemptuously.
"But another bitch's? Not my taste."
Oh Se-ah fell silent.
Han Yura's words stabbed her sorest spot.
Dr. Park Seul-gi.
Kim Cheolsu's gift—her political patron, and the one holding her leash.
She'd won her badge on Park's name, meaning her career hung on one word from her.
Continuing like this, she'd be crushed in a sandwich between Cheon Hye-yeon and Park Seul-gi.
Oh Se-ah decided. She'd take Han Yura's hand.
"Got a plan?"
Her voice held no more fatigue.
Back to the cool politician's face.
"Stop the political offensive first. On the environmental stuff."
"And?"
"Still got the materials we gave you?"
"Of course."
A sly smile curved Han Yura's lips.
"Time for a public apology?"
"Hm…?"
Oh Se-ah's eyes gleamed with interest.
"Fell for Cheon Hye-yeon's 'fake' data. Sorry. Some tears would be nice. Put on a show?"
Oh Se-ah let out a short laugh.
She replied as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Didn't you know? Everyone with a badge… is an actor."
At Congresswoman Oh Se-ah's answer, satisfaction bloomed on Han Yura's lips.
Two women, hair matted with one man's cum, naked and slick with fluids reeking faintly of piss, faced each other on the bed.
And smiled dangerously.
No longer contempt or rivalry.
Two bitches from the same hell,
Serving the same beast as master,
Baring perfect accomplices' grins before new prey.