Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: Dr. Kim Seolgi
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Dr. Kim Seolgi.
Suddenly, I remembered what Choi Yang had said not long ago.
"There probably isn't a woman alive who wouldn't cream herself over the boss's 'specs,' right?"
An 18k gold-plated business card, a luxury suit that hugged his body perfectly, the CEO of a firm managing investments in the hundreds of billions.
Just those titles alone, and women would line up, draw numbers, spread their legs, and wait their turn.
Those words were true.
Just like Dr. Kim Seolgi standing before me right now.
She was completely flustered, not knowing what to do, but when I unbuckled her slacks and slid my hand over her panties, she obediently lifted her hips without a hint of resistance.
To make it easier for me to pull her panties off.
'As expected, a man needs to have money.'
I couldn't hold back a smirk.
As I fully stripped off her pure white cotton panties—zero sex appeal, all practicality—I whispered lewdly into her ear.
"Whew, Doc. Just so you know, I get pretty nasty during sex... That cool with you?"
Her doe-like eyes trembled violently with a mix of fear and some inexplicable anticipation.
I savored that expression as I began seriously exploring the real body hidden beneath her baggy shirt and loose slacks.
This was a total surprise.
An unexpected voluptuousness filled my vision, something I never could have imagined from her usual frumpy outfits.
Not comparable to Choi Yang's scrawny frame, nor to Yura's toned, gym-sculpted body—this was pure mass.
When I reached out and grabbed that breast, its heavy weight settled solidly in my palm, along with the feel of thin, pale skin faintly veined with blue.
The nipple at its tip was a shy, soft pink.
My gaze drifted lower, to the gentle curve flowing from her narrow waist.
No trace of muscle from workouts—just pure fat and tender flesh.
When I pressed my finger into the cute little pouch of her lower belly, it yielded softly without resistance, then slowly bounced back like dough, numbing my reason.
And the deepest place of all.
This was no carefully groomed garden like Choi Yang's—it was an untouched primal forest, never sullied by human hands.
Thick, lush pubic hair mysteriously shrouded her most secret spot.
It was proof of purity and neglect, the wild domain hidden beneath the armor of intellect.
With reverence, I parted that dense thicket with both hands.
And finally, the hidden gem revealed itself.
Plump labia majora were sealed tight, like a ripe peach.
When I gently pried the slit with my finger, the deep pink inner flesh appeared, along with shy inner lips tinged faintly brown from masturbation.
Faced with this perfect 'raw gem,' I was at a loss for words.
This wasn't just 'material.'
It was a masterpiece in itself.
Enchanted, I lowered my head to taste the peach's nectar.
The first touch on my tongue was surprisingly deep and smooth.
If Choi Yang's had the green, unripe tang of a young apple, Dr. Kim's was like the first sip of a finely aged premium Chardonnay.
Not just salty or sour—deep, savory umami.
Along with it, a rich pheromone scent enveloped my entire tongue, as thick as her towering intellect.
Addicted to the flavor, I dove in earnestly to explore her folds.
And once more, I marveled at the wondrous texture.
While Choi Yang's were taut and tense like a closed bud,
hers hung soft and languid, fully embracing the flow of time and femininity.
Those pale brown petals drooped powerlessly, yet formed a perfect shape of seduction in themselves.
Every time my tongue delved between the wrinkles, her flesh softly embraced it without resistance.
It felt like licking a warm, wet silk handkerchief of the finest quality.
As I traced each soft crease with my tongue tip, a moan escaped Dr. Kim Seolgi's lips that she couldn't suppress with reason: "Hngh...!"
I was utterly captivated by this new texture and the harmony of its matured flavor.
My mind filled with pleasure, rational thought beginning to blur.
I lifted my head and, watching her lost in ecstasy with ragged breaths, blurted out in smug intoxication.
The same habit I had with Han Yura in moments like this.
"Hah, you fucking slut... so goddamn tasty... Hey, don't be shy just 'cause you're used goods—jerk my cock."
That was the moment.
The instant my words ended, her tightly shut eyelids twitched like they were convulsing.
Suddenly, I recalled what Han Yura had said before.
'Plenty of women secretly get off on being handled rough.
Not rape, but consensual 'fireplay'—turns out, more chicks are obsessed with vulgar, low-class sex than you'd think.'
Those words were true.
Dr. Kim Seolgi didn't pull away or resist my degrading words.
Instead, she swallowed hard, reached out with trembling hands, and softly gripped my dick.
Awkwardly, but with clear intent, she began stroking me.
She was submitting to my vulgar command.
"Heh heh..."
I couldn't hold back laughter at this unexpected turn.
Even in this intellect-filled doctor's body, the same base instincts as mine lurked after all.
Feeling her obedient touch, I examined her closely.
Among all the bitches I'd fucked, she was the 'top-tier' one.
Han Yura, funding her tuition with quick handjobs.
Unwed mother Yoon Chaewon, selling her body for 300k won.
Choi Yang, the failed idol who blinded herself with greed and offered her 'first time' to me.
All my women had some lack, some wound, some desperation.
In contrast, Dr. Kim Seolgi...
With parents who paved her way to a PhD, from a wealthy, sheltered family that never exposed her to the world's filth—she must've grown like a flower in a greenhouse.
And now, that naive greenhouse flower was gripping my cock in obedience to my crude words.
Could anything thrill more than this scene?
"Whew, fuck... Alright, time to put it in. Moan like a slut, 'ahh ahh.' Got it?"
No verbal reply to my blatant order.
Just rubbing her thighs together shyly on the bedsheet.
I smirked at the sight and roughly spread her thighs.
Then, without warning, I shoved my cock into the sopping wet hole peeking through her thick bush.
"Hngk!"
The moment I entered, I couldn't help furrowing my brow.
No suffocating pressure, no raw primal sensation as expected.
This was...
Bottom-of-the-barrel garbage.
No soft envelopment like Chaewon's, no skillful squeeze like Yura's, no ripping tightness like Choi Yang's—just loose, slack, featureless average pussy.
The only redeeming quality: walls as smooth as silk.
Otherwise, zero thrill.
I didn't hide my disappointment, whispering contemptuously into her ear as she groaned in pain over pleasure.
"Whew... Looks all prim and proper, but your pussy's a total worn-out rag..."
"...Huh? Ah, ahng!"
"Hey, tighten up that pussy. It's so loose I feel nothing."
Her face flushed beet red with humiliation at my insults.
But what could she do?
To vent my frustration, I started thrusting even more violently inside her.
"Hngk, ah! Ah! W-Wait, just...!"
Plak-! Plak-! Each time my cock battered her walls, wet friction sounds accompanied near-screams of mingled ecstasy from her lips.
Her pussy was the loosest, but her stamina was the worst.
She couldn't endure my rough pace long, shaking her head wildly as she wailed in a mix of pleasure and pain.
That's when a new spectacle unfolded before me.
Every downward thrust made her massive tits—pinned under my chest—bounce wildly against gravity.
Slamming into my chest, then flopping back to the sheets, those heavy mounds.
Slick with sweat, shaking uncontrollably—that sight,
Impossible from toned Yura or Choi Yang, was a low-class, viciously primal scene unique to this soft body that shunned exercise.
I drank in that vulgar jiggle and thrust harder.
'Whew... fuck... tastes like shit...'
Should I make Yura give her a pussy-squeezing masterclass?
I absentmindedly recalled Yura's genius technique.
Born premium, yet knew exactly how to use her pussy to drive men insane.
Thinking of her skill only amplified my dissatisfaction with the reality before me.
To forget the regret, I just mechanically pistoned my hips.
And right then.
Against my mood, Dr. Kim Seolgi's body beneath me suddenly went rigid.
"Hah, ah, ah! Ahng! Something's weird, I-I'm going weird! Cumming, cum, cuuuummming!"
Facing pleasure she'd never known, she screamed in rapture and squirted like a faucet.
Her hips quivering, hot juices and piss spraying my lower belly like a fountain.
I paused my thrusts momentarily to stare down at the absurd scene.
'...What the hell is this bitch. Tastes like absolute shit, but she cums her brains out solo.'
I let out a hollow laugh at the irony and began swelling inside her slack pussy once more.
Never imagined a pussy worse than Yura's cum-dump, but here it was.
Despite the massive letdown from sky-high expectations and its utter tastelessness, as I mechanically shook my hips,
this moron bitch screamed at every motion, multi-orgasming and squirting nonstop.
The bedsheet was soaked with her juices and piss, her body trembling like a leaf from overwhelming pleasure.
From her lips poured moans I'd never heard, completely melted.
"Haaang! Ah, no, boss...! My head, my head feels weird... melting, melting away... hngh!"
"Please, please stop... No, harder, harder... Ahng! My womb, you're stabbing my womb, ah, don't stab...!"
"Haaaang! I-I'm breaking...! Break me, break me please... hng!"
'...Efficiency's off the charts, at least.'
Gazing at this bizarre combo of inefficient flesh and hypersensitive response inversely proportional to it, I rammed my cock one final time deep into her womb.