The Queen Bee Submits

Crack!

A sharp, tearing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠report split the hush of the underground room. The leather whip coiled across Min-ho's back; stinging pain flared, and an electric shiver raced the length of his spine.

"Ngh."

A low groan broke from his lips. It hurt. And yet something was wrong with the hurt—he didn't hate it. Shin Eun-hye, leader of the vast opposition that moved the Republic of Korea, the woman poised to take the next presidency, was looking down on him with a whip in her hand. Lying powerless before that absolute authority stirred a masochistic instinct he hadn't known he possessed.

"Scream louder. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Eun-hye smiled coldly and swung again. Behind the glasses her eyes glittered with cruelty. The cool intellect she wore on televised debates was gone. What remained was the face of a queen hunting nothing but sadistic pleasure.

"Yes... I'm enjoying it... Representative."

"No. Call me Master."

"Yes... Master."

Min-ho crawled along the floor, and the surprise was his own. Had this side of him always been there? He had always been the one to dominate, the one to lead—and yet before an overwhelming queen, he was learning that total submission could be its own pleasure.

"Come here and lick my feet. Clean them."

Eun-hye sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and kicked her heels away. A sleek foot sheathed in black stocking swayed in front of his eyes. He crawled to her without hesitation. The rasp of nylon and the warmth of her sole met the tip of his tongue, and like a dog he sucked devotedly between each of her toes.

"Haa... that tongue of yours isn't half bad."

Eun-hye seized a fistful of his hair and shook it.

"A former prosecutor. A power in this country. And here I am, leaving my feet to a two-bit entertainer like you. Doesn't that excite you?"

"It does, Master... please step on me more."

"Well, well. You've got quite the gift, haven't you?"

Looking thoroughly satisfied, she ground his face beneath her foot. Min-ho took the kicks as if they were sweet. The deeper the humiliation sank, the harder he swelled below, fit to burst.

"Good. Next course, then. Turn around."

She shifted on the sofa, hiked her skirt, and pushed her hips toward him.

"Clean every inch. All the way to my asshole."

Min-ho swallowed. The most hidden, unclean place on the most exalted woman. He spread her with both hands, and between the white flesh a pink, furrowed ring came into view. His tongue drove into it.

"Hnn! Haa—ah!"

Eun-hye's body flinched.

"Why is your tongue so hot? Ah, aah! I can feel it between every fold... nngh! Deeper... suck it dirtier! Haa, haa!"

He did as he was told, sharpening his tongue to probe and lick between the creases. A briny, uncanny musk numbed his tongue. Lost to it, he worked without thought—kneading her ass in his hands, rubbing his face along her thighs, drinking in her scent.

"Haa... haa... good... you're doing well... aang! There, lick harder!"

Her breathing roughened. The face that had been steeped in sadistic pleasure was slowly warping into raw, instinctive hunger.

"Now... put it in."

"Drive that monstrous thing of yours into me. Try to satisfy me."

Min-ho rose. His pants were already down, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and the furious length of him had swollen until the veins stood ready to split. Eun-hye lay prone on the sofa and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were still arrogant—the look of a master regarding a tool.

"Don't disappoint me. Fail, and you can expect to d—"

He buried himself to the root in one merciless stroke.

"AAAAAH! Hrk—!"

Eun-hye's head snapped back. Something far larger and hotter than she had imagined punched through into her belly, and the heavy shock flashed her mind white.

"Ah! Too big! Ah, ah! It feels like you're tearing my insides apart! Haaang! What is this thing? Why is it so hard? Agh—ohh!"

And in that moment, the air changed.

The instant inner flesh sealed against inner flesh, the dense male musk pouring off Min-ho's body slammed into Eun-hye's brain. It was stronger than any drug, and sweeter than power.

"Hah... this smell... what is it... I feel like I'm losing my mind..."

Her pupils began to unfocus. Min-ho understood by instinct.

The game is over.

The eyes that, a moment ago, had been savoring the pleasure of submission turned in a blink into the eyes of a beast.

"Master."

He locked both hands around Eun-hye's waist.

"Shall we see who the master is now?"

He began to move. Slap. Slap. Flesh struck flesh until the sound filled the underground room, and the overwhelming body behind Stamina 65 and Virility 75 detonated.

"Ah! Ah! So good! Min-ho! No—Master! Harder! Please wreck everything inside me! Haaang!"

Eun-hye screamed, but it was rapture, not pain. Every time he drove up into her, a pleasure like a shaking of the brain washed over her whole body, and the wet, meaty impacts echoed lewdly through the narrow room.

"Do try to endure it. Where did all that spirit go—the spirit you had when you were swinging the whip?"

He brought his palm down across her ass. Crack!

"Aang! Yes! More! Hit me more! I'm your dog! Your personal bitch! Aaaaang!"

The balance of power had flipped completely. The queen who had relished cruelty was gone. All that remained was a female starved for pleasure. Min-ho's pheromone had dragged her buried masochism into the open—no. This was past masochism. This was total surrender.

"I'm dying... ohh! Oh god! There, aah! Pound deeper!"

The cries tearing out of the mighty Shin Eun-hye were cheap beyond belief. Her glasses, already fogged white with sweat and breath, slipped and hit the floor.

"I... I'm going strange... my head... feels like it's melting... my womb keeps clenching! Uwaaang!"

She drooled freely and clung to his arm.

"Call me Master. The way you made me."

He whispered it, wicked, and thrust up into the deepest place.

"Nnngh! Master! Master! I was wrong! Pound me! Please! Flood me full of your seed!"

Pride and everything with it, she threw it all away. If she didn't take this man's semen, she felt she would die. Power? Honor? She needed none of it. The only world she had left was the hot pillar filling her womb this very moment.

"Baby... ruin me... please cum... inside... pour all that heat into my womb!"

She begged. Min-ho drove into a final sprint.

"As you wish."

Thud. Thud. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Thud. The coupling that followed was animal.

"Coming! I'm coming! Oh—! Ohhh—! Aaaaah!"

A thick, searing flood burst out of him.

Eun-hye's eyes rolled white. Convulsing, she took in every drop of him.

"Aaaaa..."

The afterglow stretched on and on. She went limp across the sofa, her lower body a wreck of the semen he had poured into her and her own slick.

A long silence followed. Then Eun-hye looked up at him with unfocused eyes.

"Haa... you... you're a monster..."

A trembling hand stroked his cheek.

"I've... made up my mind."

"And what would that be?"

"Be my lover. Not some sponsor nonsense. Just be my man."

She buried her face against his chest and mumbled into it.

"I'll give you everything. Money, power, all of it. So... don't throw me away."

The queen bee who had stood above the world walked, of her own accord, into Min-ho's nest. In that moment a system message rose before his eyes.

Level... 9.

A smile of hard-won triumph touched Min-ho's mouth. This was no simple level-up. He had placed the most powerful person in the country beneath his feet—no. Upon his bed.

He picked the fallen glasses off the floor and set them back on her face. Dazed behind the lenses, she looked strangely more obscene.

"I'll be counting on you from here on, Eun-hye."

"Mm... baby... one more time... please? Fill me up again..."

She caught his cock in her hand and worked it. The night was still long.

Three in the morning.

Min-ho left the sleeping Eun-hye behind and stepped quietly out of the room. At the end of the corridor, Kang Ji-eun waited, strung tight with worry.

"Min-ho! You okay? Why are you so late? Nothing happened, did it?"

She looked him over. His clothes were a mess, and along the nape of his neck red whip welts lay tangled with kiss marks.

"Don't worry, noona. It went... really well."

He smiled, easy, and draped an arm around her shoulder.

"Really well? The contract?"

"Better than any contract. Noona, I don't think I'm coming home tonight."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

He tipped his chin toward the closed door.

"The queen in there has fallen for me completely. Looks like I'll have to keep attending her, blissfully, until morning."

Ji-eun stared at him blankly, then caught on and let out a short laugh.

"Wow... Jeong Min-ho. Seriously. How far is a man like you going to go?"

"Who knows. As far as it'll take me."

"Fine. I'll have the car standing by, so call when you're done. Don't push yourself too hard."

"You can head out first. I'll get myself back."

"No. What kind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of manager leaves her actor behind? I'll wait nearby. Call me the second you need me."

She straightened his collar and dropped her voice.

"Go get them, our beast. Come back having taken the number-one spot in the country."

Min-ho gave her a brief embrace, then turned his steps once more toward that lewd, secret room. Inside, the queen bee, still starved for pleasure, was waiting for him.

Already he was making his domain reach past the entertainment world and into the very heart of power.