Making Han Sang-mi a Public Bitch (6)
The delivery man’s cock was average. After growing used to Kang Geon’s monstrous size, Han Sang-mi felt a flicker of disappointment even as she sucked him with practiced hunger. The delivery man didn’t last long against her skilled mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pumped thick ropes of cum straight down her throat.
“Good load. Your sucking technique is no joke. You used to work at a brothel or something?”
“I just love cock so much I put my whole heart into it.”
“Hell of a send-off. Thanks.”
The delivery man pulled up his pants and left. The three of them sat on the floor, tearing into the delivered food and pouring drinks.
“But Geon, did you get your dick surgically enhanced? It’s fucking huge now.”
“Surgery? Please. There’s a method.”
“What method? Tell us!”
Cock size was a man’s pride. Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo immediately started hounding him to teach them.
Kang Geon told them about Ferum. Naturally, they didn’t believe a word.
“Ferum? You think we’re insane? What kind of place is that?”
“Slut. Show them.”
Freezing
The lukewarm beer rapidly dropped in temperature. Frost crawled across the glass, then the entire bottle froze solid with a sharp crack.
Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo turned the bottle upside down, peered inside, and finally admitted it was real.
“Is this some kind of magic trick?”
“If you don’t believe it, forget I said anything.”
“Then what’s your power, Geon?”
“Me? I’m fucking strong.”
“How strong?”
“You know that hospital that collapsed, right?”
“Who doesn’t? The news still says they have no idea why it fell.”
“I did that.”
“For real?”
“You wanna die? You think I’m bullshitting you?”
“It’s true. The reason I can use these skills is all thanks to Geon.”
Ice Shield • Ice Spear
A translucent barrier of ice formed in mid-air, followed by a sharp spear of frozen crystal hovering beside it.
“Whoa! Fuck!”
Park Sun-woo touched the ice shield. It was freezing and rock-hard. Kim Tae-san punched it with all his strength, then tried to hide how much it hurt. Park Sun-woo noticed immediately and mocked him without mercy.
“Geon! Give us the same power!”
“One invitation ticket costs a billion won. You got a billion lying around?”
“Not right now, but I will soon! You know how many viewers I have. Internet broadcasting rakes in serious cash.”
“What about you, Tae-san?”
“I don’t know… but if I had that ticket, I could make way more money, right? I’ll bust my ass to pay you back.”
Unlike Park Sun-woo’s bluster, Kim Tae-san was more serious, though he didn’t bother hiding his greed. The two of them might never manage to repay a billion won, but Kang Geon had his reasons for wanting both of them as inviters. They had clicked perfectly since high school; if they became summoners, the fun would multiply. Twenty billion Laria was pocket change if he made Isabel work for it. And his gut told him these two would reach at least A-class. It felt like another whisper from the Authority of Domination.
“Then write a promissory note.”
“Geon, you don’t trust me? You don’t trust Tae-san either?”
“If I just handed you a billion, you’d ghost me and run off to get plastic surgery, you piece of shit.”
“You really do know me.”
“So are you writing it or not?”
“I’ll write it! Look at me, becoming Kang Geon’s slave just like that. Aigo. Mother! Father! Your son has fallen for his friend’s trap and become a slave!”
Park Sun-woo pretended to cry and reached toward Han Sang-mi for comfort. The moment she hugged him, his hands roamed over her breasts and ass, savoring the soft flesh. Han Sang-mi, already addicted to cock and cum, grew hot in seconds and began craving dick again.
Kang Geon bought two invitation tickets, handed them over, and explained exactly what would happen once they became inviters.
“Thanks! I’ll pay back that billion real quick!”
“Thanks. If I can’t scrape it together, I’ll just rob a bank.”
They tore the tickets. The moment the paper ripped, a Status materialized in each of their hands.
> Title: Deceiver
> Rank: Prospective A-class
> Skills: Transformation, Smoke Screen, Blink
> Title: Iron Breaker
> Rank: Prospective A-class
> Skills: Iron Form, Enhanced Strength, Body Hardening
“Looks exactly like a smartphone. Can’t I link it to my real phone?”
“Tried it. Doesn’t work. What are your titles?”
“I’m the Deceiver.”
“Iron Breaker.”
“Why the hell did you get Iron Breaker? That sounds badass.” Park Sun-woo grumbled, clearly jealous.
“What are your skills and ranks?”
Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo explained. Kim Tae-san possessed body-hardening and strength-enhancing skills. Park Sun-woo had transformation, smoke, and blink. Both held A-class skills, making them prospective A-class inviters. Exactly as the Authority of Domination’s intuition had predicted. Kang Geon realized yet another function of his power.
“Hey! Look at this!”
“Is your dick still normal?”
“Dick’s fine. Only face and voice change. Can’t switch gender. Fuck, this is amazing. I love it. Hurry up and use yours.”
Kim Tae-san activated Iron Form. A blue sheen spread across his body, turning it glossy and metallic. He sliced an empty beer bottle with the edge of his hand. The shattered glass tried to cut him, but his skin didn’t even scratch.
├─ Body Hardening: Complete
└─ Metallic Skin: ACTIVATED ★
They spent thirty minutes playing with their new powers, drank a little more, then turned their attention to Han Sang-mi. Three twenty-year-old men overflowing with lust, faced with a naked, sexy woman—what else were they supposed to think about?
Kang Geon went first. He bent Han Sang-mi over the table and slammed into her from behind with brutal force.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Powerful, bull-like thrusts. Kim Tae-san stroked himself frantically while watching. Park Sun-woo filmed with an excited grin. He loved recording sex. The footage had many uses—blackmail, uploading to Sexnet for profit, or personal spank-bank material later.
“So fucking hot.”
The sight of a gorgeous woman being wrecked by a cock that clearly surpassed human limits was rare even in porn. Wet flesh slapped together obscenely.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Han Sang-mi moaned like a whore in heat, her pussy clamping down greedily, begging for cum. As Kang Geon’s climax built, he squeezed her tits hard. Long, slow strokes suddenly turned explosive as he flooded her womb.
Han Sang-mi shuddered violently, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure of cum blasting against her cervix.
“Wow. Fuck.”
“So damn hot.”
A woman with a body like hers getting destroyed by a massive cock drove men insane with lust. Kang Geon forced every last drop inside her before pulling out.
Pop.
Her pussy lips clung to him, then snapped back. Thick white cum immediately oozed out.
“Ah, I came outside.”
“The slut’s cunt wouldn’t let my cock go.”
When Kim Tae-san grumbled, Kang Geon shoved his cock into Han Sang-mi’s mouth. Even half-conscious, she instinctively started sucking like a vacuum. Kim Tae-san used her dress to wipe the cum off, then fingered her pussy like cleaning an onahole before tossing the dress aside and slamming into her.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
His cock and strength weren’t on Kang Geon’s level, but they still satisfied the broken girl. At this point any dick would have felt good to her.
“I can’t wait anymore. Hey, Kim Tae-san. Sit on the bed.”
Park Sun-woo set his phone down. His cock was painfully hard.
“So fucking impatient.”
Kim Tae-san sat on the edge of the bed with Han Sang-mi in his lap. She began rolling her hips on her own. The moment the nympho started her lewd dance, Kim Tae-san had to clench his perineum to keep from cumming instantly.
Park Sun-woo shoved his cock into her mouth. Han Sang-mi moaned in ecstasy as both her holes were filled at once. A true cock-crazed bitch. Exactly the sight Kang Geon had wanted.
She would never escape this whore status for the rest of her life.
Kang Geon, the man who had dragged an ordinary woman into the abyss, chuckled darkly.
“Hehehe.”
Turning a normal girl into a public onahole with a little blackmail and guidance gave a completely different kind of pleasure than simple tyranny.
Soon both Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo came. Even though it was their second load, they finished embarrassingly fast. Her body truly was perfect for milking cum.
Exhausted, the two men collapsed on the bed. Their spent cocks hung limp.
“Pathetic. That’s all the stamina you two have?”
“Just give me a minute. I’ll be ready again.”
“Mine stays hard even after cumming ten times.”
Kang Geon lifted Han Sang-mi onto the vanity, spread her legs wide, and drove his cock straight in.
Squuuish!
“Haaang!”
Her legs flailed, toes splaying as her whole body expressed raw pleasure. Excited by her complete degradation, Kang Geon fucked her with everything he had. Han Sang-mi felt pain from the sheer force, but it was nothing compared to the ecstasy his cock gave her. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded another thick batch directly into her womb.
“Sun-woo, is our Sexnet account still active?”
“I log in sometimes to manage it. Why? Gonna film the slut and upload?”
“Yeah.”
“Password’s the same.”
Kang Geon snapped a close-up of their joined genitals—his thick cock stretching her wide, cum and juices coating her messy pubic hair. Sexnet had started as an SNS but evolved into the world’s largest porn platform. Users could follow accounts, share videos and photos, watch professional content, buy amateur clips, and even stream live adult broadcasts. It was the undisputed capital of the adult industry.
“Over a hundred thousand already. Sun-woo, you been uploading?”
“I re-uploaded the club gangbang and some old stuff.”
“If we hit a million followers, can we actually make money?”
“A million is easy money—over a grand a month. Upload a lot and stream regularly and you could pull in a hundred million.”
“Think we can reach a million with this bitch?”
“If we use her slut face right, maybe.”
“If there’s a prettier girl, we just film her instead?”
“Obviously!”
Park Sun-woo’s bravado told Kang Geon everything he needed to know: hitting a million with only Han Sang-mi would be difficult. Isabel’s level of beauty was probably required.
“Is there a prettier one?”
“There is.”
“Show me.”
Kang Geon showed them a photo he had taken after finishing the hundred-man creampie session. Isabel’s face wasn’t fully clear, but her overwhelming beauty was obvious even in the shot.
“A white girl? If she’s a white girl we can hit five million! Geon, please leave her to me. I’ll turn her into a goose that lays golden eggs.”
“And the money split?”
“We’re friends. Why talk about money?”
“There are plenty of other people I can give this to. Plenty who’d do it for just a million won.”
“Ugh. Fine, how do you want to do it?”
“Base salary of three hundred. I’ll add bonuses based on performance.”
“A salary, not a percentage? No deal. You think I can’t find a girl that pretty myself?”
Kang Geon summoned Isabel. Pulled away from her meal, she immediately knelt the moment she saw him.
“Master, you called?”
“Strip and show them your face.”
“Yes.”
Isabel removed her noble attire. Her naked body was nothing short of perfection—teardrop breasts, an impossibly narrow waist flaring into wide hips, legs so long most men would struggle to fuck her from behind, and thighs that were deliciously plump. Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo stared with their jaws on the floor.
“You think she’s just pretty? She obeys perfectly too. Toilet, open your mouth.”
Isabel knelt, slid two fingers into her own mouth, and spread it wide for them.