Quench My Heat! (2)
Seong Hwayeon grew increasingly restless as time passed. At the Inviter meeting she had boldly declared she would catch the hospital terrorist, yet she had failed to uncover even a single piece of evidence. Kang Geon, who had brought the building down, left no trace behind. He had transformed into his Avatar Body in a spot with no CCTV, then leaped across rooftops that cameras never captured to reach the hospital. There was simply no way to identify him. Seong Hwayeon had assumed that a man like that would surely commit another crime soon and that she would catch him then, but for some reason the terrorist had gone quiet, as if he had sunk beneath the water.
“Where the hell is that fucking bastard hiding?”
Flames erupted from the furious Seong Hwayeon’s hands. She hurled them at her desk with all her strength. BOOM! The flames exploded on impact and spread in every direction. Even without any flammable material, the fire continued to burn on its own, destroying everything around it. Her subordinates flinched, their eyes filled with fear. With Seong Hwayeon’s infamous temper, she was more than capable of throwing those flames at a living person when she was irritated.
“Are you just going to stand there looking nervous? Figure out how to find that son of a bitch!”
“W-We’re sorry!”
“Fuck. There’s no ice either!”
Seong Hwayeon shook an empty glass roughly. Her secretary quickly brought ice, filled the glass, and poured her a drink.
“Get it together. Want me to bury you alive in Ferum?”
“I’ll be more careful!”
Seong Hwayeon dumped the ice into her mouth and crunched it loudly. The secretary, sweating, brought a fan closer to her. It was strange. The air conditioner was blasting, and all her subordinates in their long suits were shivering from the cold. Yet only Seong Hwayeon, wearing nothing but a tank top, was burning up. This came from her title: Warden of the Flame Hell. As the name suggested, she always carried flames inside her body. Whenever her emotions flared even slightly, the internal fire grew stronger, making her feel the heat. If it worsened, she would feel as though her insides were burning. Her notoriously foul temper was a side effect of this title. In exchange, she possessed two A-class skills, so it wasn’t all bad.
Because of the sweltering Seong Hwayeon, the room’s atmosphere had frozen over when one subordinate burst in, panting.
“Boss! We found him!”
Seong Hwayeon, her temper flaring from the subordinate’s frantic entrance, fixed her gaze on his shoulder. She could ignite flames and cause explosions anywhere within her line of sight. Knowing her ability, the subordinate—despite his rough appearance—turned as meek as a lamb. One wrong move and his arm could be blown off.
“It’s the guy I’m thinking of, right?”
“Yes, ma’am! Look at this!”
The subordinate held out his phone. The Sexnet Pandora channel was playing on the screen.
“Are you fucking insane? You’re showing me porn?”
“N-No, ma’am! I’m showing you this guy! Look at the thumbnail! Doesn’t he look exactly like that crazy bastard?”
Seong Hwayeon snatched the phone and played the video.
—Aah! Haa! Haah! Hngh! Hnn! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The video, already playing from the middle, was filled with heated moans. A massive cock pistoned in and out of Han Sang-mi’s pussy as if it would destroy it. The woman pinned beneath it, barely able to breathe, soon let out a flute-like cry and came.
“Must be because he smashes buildings too. He wrecks women just as well.”
Seong Hwayeon could tell, as a fellow woman, just how intense the orgasm on screen had been.
“That cock’s as thick as a baseball bat.”
She had heard that women tamed by that kind of cock never came back. Seong Hwayeon found herself wondering what it would feel like to have something that big inside her. Not that she had any intention of trying. Because of her title’s side effects, she didn’t enjoy sex. It made both her body and mind burn, bringing unbearable pain. Since obtaining the title, she had had sex fewer than ten times and had never once reached climax. Being unable to relieve her sexual desire was like a curse, and it contributed to her worsening personality.
“That’s him, right?”
“Yeah. How did you find him? Were you jerking off and stumbled on it?”
“No, ma’am. The woman in the video was promoting an adult channel, so I clicked in.”
“That’s exactly jerking off. Anyway, can you find out where he lives too?”
“Of course! He seems to be friends with the guy running that channel. If we send the boys to investigate, we’ll know his address in no time.”
“You have three days.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The subordinate took the phone back, bowed at the waist, and left.
“Useless bastards.”
Seong Hwayeon cursed at her subordinates, who were still just watching nervously, and dumped more ice into her mouth.
***
The Pandora channel was growing rapidly. Behind that growth was Han Sang-mi, working like a dog. She alternated between streaming as an internet broadcaster and as a porn actress, diligently increasing her viewers while promoting Pandora. In the process, she filmed not only videos with Kang Geon, Park Sun-woo, and Kim Tae-san, but all kinds of other content. She had sex with viewers who won the roulette, walked the streets dressed more provocatively than a prostitute, did outdoor exposure, lay spread-eagled in a car trunk at dawn, gave handjobs or blowjobs to passersby—basically every concept imaginable. The popular ones were turned into series. The best-selling videos were the ones where she was subjected to hardcore sex by Kang Geon. Viewers felt satisfaction watching the beautiful woman being roughly handled in Kang Geon’s grip. As a result, Kang Geon himself became famous, and his massive build and matching cock became Pandora’s mascot. Videos of Kang Geon holding Han Sang-mi in his arms for an hour, toying with her pussy and breasts with his thick fingers, or pounding her pussy and ass, were currently Pandora’s most-viewed content.
While things were going well, Park Sun-woo wasn’t idle. Through Kim Tae-san, he lured women who owed money and supplied videos to the channel. But Park Sun-woo wasn’t satisfied. The women who filmed because of debt either had poor figures or had to cover their faces, so they only added variety to the Pandora channel without significantly helping its growth. What he really needed was another slut like Han Sang-mi—someone he could play with however he wanted.
“Geon-ah, Han Sang-mi’s effect is wearing off lately. Don’t you have any other women?”
“I do.”
“Really? What do they look like?”
“Their faces are similar to Han Sang-mi’s, but their figures are a bit lacking.”
“Then the impact won’t be as strong.”
“There are two of them, though. And they’re mother and daughter.”
Kang Geon explained how he had obtained Yeri-che and Ruby.
“Whoa. You had women like that and didn’t share with us? Aren’t we friends with you and Tae-san?”
“I was busy. Want to fuck them now?”
“Hell yeah! Should I call Tae-san too?”
“Call him.”
Kang Geon summoned Yeri-che and Ruby. The mother and daughter appeared in the spacious living room, completely naked with beads and a dildo inserted in their anuses. Round piercings with bells hung from their nipples, jingling softly.
“Hello, Master.”
“Thank you for summoning us.”
Yeri-che and Ruby, having fully accepted their slave status, greeted him respectfully.
“Who put those in your asses?”
“The Countess did it herself.”
“Isabel’s been playing with them well. Sun-woo, who do you want first?”
“Shit. This is the hardest decision of my life. Harder than question 30 on the CSAT math section.”
“If you don’t pick fast, I’m sending one of them away.”
“MILF or daughter… Fuck. My dick needs to decide.”
Park Sun-woo took off his pants and underwear. His erect cock pointed closer to Ruby.
“That one!”
Park Sun-woo lunged at Ruby. Having grown accustomed to offering her body to men she didn’t know after becoming a sex toy for the soldiers, Ruby obediently accepted him. Kang Geon pulled the beads out of Yeri-che’s anus. The beads were fist-sized, leaving her hole gaping like a cave before it clenched shut again. Each time, Yeri-che’s eyes rolled back and she let out heated moans.
“What a pathetic asshole.”
“Yes. My asshole is such a pathetic hole that it cums just from being touched.”
“Happier now than when you were living as nobles?”
“Back then I was a fool who knew nothing. Now that I know the joy of being a woman, I’m much happier. Thank you for subjugating me, Master.”
Satisfied with Yeri-che’s fawning, Kang Geon grabbed his cock and aimed it at her anus. The back hole, remodeled by Kang Geon to be like a pussy, dripped with love juices as it waited to swallow his cock. Yeri-che lay in a humiliating position, shaking her hips and begging to be fucked. Having gone half-mad from endless pain and pleasure, Yeri-che had become a vulgar slut craving her master’s cock instead of maintaining noble dignity.
Pleased by Yeri-che’s submission, Kang Geon thrust in quickly and pulled out slowly, determined to fuck her properly. Shudder shudder shudder shudder! The moment his cock slid out completely, Yeri-che climaxed instantly. Her anus clenched as if trying to snap his cock off while gushing love juices. Smack! Leaving a red handprint on Yeri-che’s ass, Kang Geon began pounding her in earnest.
“Master’s huge cock feels so good! I feel like I’m going crazy from my insides being stirred up!”
“Squeeze properly, you pathetic bitch.”
“Yes, Master! I’ll squeeze tight!”
Kang Geon and Park Sun-woo sweated profusely as they enjoyed Yeri-che and Ruby’s insides. After cumming once, they switched women. After cumming twice, they sat arrogantly on the sofa and received cleaning blowjobs from Yeri-che and Ruby.
“Geon-ah, these two are good. Their asses are tight and their reactions during sex are great. Plus they look alike, so anyone would see them as mother and daughter. A mother-daughter debut? Money’s gonna pour in again. But they don’t speak Korean, right? We need them to speak Korean for better videos. Should we teach them?”
“That just takes Laria.”
Kang Geon spent one billion Laria to inject Korean into the two women. In an instant, they could speak Korean like natives.