Please Cool My Heat! (6)

Kang Geon climbed on top of Seong Hwayeon. After two straight hours of orgasms, her stamina was completely spent and her eyes were half-lidded. Even her exhausted gaze looked irresistibly sexy. They say a beautiful woman looks good no matter what she does, and Seong Hwayeon’s tired eyes were no exception—they burned with enough allure to stoke any man’s lust.

Squelch!

Kang Geon drove ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠his cock all the way inside her with one brutal thrust. Seong Hwayeon’s womb was forced upward. The heavy, overwhelming fullness made her shudder with both torment and delight.

He fucked her hard from the very first stroke, his only goal to empty his balls. The woman who had already learned the pleasure of being used spread her legs as wide as they would go, desperate to accept him. The only thing that could cool her burning body was Kang Geon’s fluids. His saliva kept her Jewel from rampaging out of control, and his precum prepared her pussy for the coming climax.

Then he came.

The moment his semen slammed against her womb, Seong Hwayeon convulsed in orgasm. Her entire body trembled violently before she went completely limp, like a fuse that had blown. She had passed out so deeply that even when Kang Geon slapped her cheek, she didn’t stir.

“She’s totally broken. You, clean that up.”

“Yes, Master.”

Isabel stepped out of the bedroom and sucked up the ashes that had once been a human being with a vacuum cleaner. Kang Geon turned on the TV, groped Seong Hwayeon’s breasts, and savored the lingering satisfaction of two hours of nonstop orgasmic sex.

“Women really do need to be disciplined with a cock.”

His long-held belief grew even stronger. He tossed Seong Hwayeon into the bedroom, used Isabel as a living toilet, and lounged lazily on the sofa. Dinner was delivery food. With slaves who set the table and cleaned up without being told, he didn’t have to lift a finger.

At eight o’clock, Park Sun-woo arrived with the man he had recently started dragging around. His name was Lee Seung-chan. They called him the cameraman, but he was closer to a general errand boy.

“Seung-chan, set the equipment up in that room.”

One room had been converted into a proper streaming setup—bed, desk, green screen, lights, tripod, the works.

“Geon, where are Yeriche and Ruby? I put some serious thought into today’s outfits. Like, really serious.”

“Just call them.”

Kang Geon summoned Yeriche and Ruby. Both women appeared in maid uniforms, cleaning tools still in their hands.

“Greetings, Master.”

They knelt and bowed. Their perfectly obedient slave demeanor was now second nature.

“You know what we’re doing today, right?”

“Yes, Master. Today is our internet broadcast debut.”

“Change into these and wait.”

The two women took the clothes from Park Sun-woo and changed right there on the spot. They no longer had the right to hide their shame.

“Geon, can I use the toilet for a minute?”

“Go ahead.”

“Heh. Thanks. I’ll give her back quick.”

Kang Geon gave Isabel—who was being treated like an object—a light shove. Park Sun-woo pulled the woman into his arms, grinning ear to ear at the thought of fucking a G-cup beauty.

He kissed her lips and breasts, then positioned her hands on the sofa. Isabel bent at the waist, gripping the edge, her lewd ass pushed out invitingly toward him.

“Here we go.”

Isabel’s pussy gripped so tightly that even Park Sun-woo, who lacked Kang Geon’s raw power, had to work to bury himself to the hilt. But once he was fully inside, the reward was undeniable. Her vaginal walls squirmed and wriggled like living hands, massaging his cock. No matter how expensive an onahole was, nothing could match the sensation of a living, premium-class cunt.

“Holy shit, so this is what they call a masterpiece pussy. My girlfriend’s cunt looks like a worn-out rag compared to this bitch.”

Park Sun-woo thrust a few times before pressing himself flush against Isabel’s back and twitching hard.

“You came already? Premature-ejaculation bastard.”

“It’s not me being premature! This bitch’s pussy is a literal masterpiece!”

“You’re gonna blow the second anyone touches you during the stream.”

“I’m not premature!”

While Kang Geon cackled and teased his friend, Yeriche and Ruby finished changing. The outfits Park Sun-woo had prepared were reverse bunny suits. They only covered the arms and legs. Their breasts, stomachs, and pussies were completely exposed. The two women flushed with embarrassment at the perverted costumes they had never even imagined.

“The reason I picked these is simple,” Park Sun-woo said, rummaging in his bag. He pulled out sticker letters and slapped them onto Yeriche’s and Ruby’s bellies.

Yeriche and Ruby, who could read Korean, saw the words and trembled with humiliation.

“Heh. Fucking perfect. Every time viewers see those letters, they’ll remember these two are mother and daughter. They’ll get rock hard every single time.”

Even Kang Geon had to admit it was a good idea. Humans were visual creatures. Simply telling them something could never compare to showing them directly.

“Sun-woo, the broadcast room is ready.”

“Okay. You go wait in there.”

Since Kang Geon’s identity as Kei had to remain secret, Park Sun-woo sent Lee Seung-chan into the streaming room first. The moment the door closed behind him, Kang Geon transformed into his avatar body—a massive, gray-skinned, muscular giant. This was his default form, but he could freely change it. He could make his skin blend with the surroundings or sprout two extra arms. True to its name, the avatar body was not bound by human limits.

“Do Isabel’s videos sell well? Each one costs a hundred thousand won, right?”

Park Sun-woo sold the porn he filmed with Isabel using a completely different strategy: premium pricing. He took full advantage of her outstanding beauty and body. An S-rank appearance and figure were equivalent to a top celebrity. Even among celebrities, having both a gorgeous face and a perfect body was rare. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Most had one but not the other. Isabel, however, possessed both at S-rank. If you only counted her body, she was easily celebrity level. The result of innate talent and careful maintenance. Park Sun-woo exploited that perfectly.

“It sells like fucking crazy. Just put her face or body on the thumbnail and you get a million views easy. No need to treat her like a public cumrag like Han Sang-mi. We’re going full luxury-brand strategy. The videos I shot with her already make up half of Han Sang-mi’s total revenue.”

“That much?”

Han Sang-mi shook her ass on regular platforms, flashed her tits on adult streams, sucked cock on the Pandora channel, sold photo books, did SNS ads—constantly active. Isabel, by contrast, had only appeared in a handful of videos. Park Sun-woo deliberately avoided handling her roughly to preserve the premium concept. If her earnings were already half of Han Sang-mi’s, that was impressive.

“Exactly! My strategy is working perfectly. No need to do anything else with her. Drop a few videos under a mysterious beauty concept and the money rolls in by itself. Every time one of her videos goes up, every community in Korea goes absolutely wild.”

As Park Sun-woo said, whenever Isabel’s videos were uploaded, screenshots immediately became the hottest posts on every forum. Thanks to that, both the Pandora channel and Park Sun-woo’s personal channel were growing rapidly.

“We’ll be late for the stream. Let’s get in there.”

Kang Geon and Park Sun-woo entered the broadcasting room together. Lee Seung-chan stood up and bowed stiffly, clearly intimidated by Kang Geon’s massive frame.

“I’m not gonna hit you, so stop being so tense.”

Kang Geon grinned. Somehow that only made Lee Seung-chan look more terrified.

“Stop shaking and just hold the camera.”

“Y-yes.”

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Lee Seung-chan moved behind the camera on its tripod. Yeriche and Ruby sat on the bed. Kang Geon settled between them, wrapping an arm around each woman’s shoulders.

“Not nervous?”

“Standing in front of people is familiar to us.”

“I guess being former nobles means something like this doesn’t even faze you.”

Kang Geon flicked their nipples. The sensitive buds—every bit as responsive as their clits—made them flinch. Well-trained toys really were fun to play with.

Park Sun-woo sat at the computer and started the stream. The title was The Great Humiliation of the Mother-Daughter Pair: Former Nobles Kidnapped from Abroad, Now Sex Slaves!!!!

Park Sun-woo had already done some promotion, and the clickbait title was working. Viewers flooded in.

“Hello! Hello! All you daughter-fuckers out there, looks like a lot of you showed up again today. As promised, we’re going to be destroying the noble mother-daughter pair I kidnapped from overseas.”

Park Sun-woo turned the camera toward Yeriche and Ruby.

“Heh. I can’t reveal exactly where, so just know it’s somewhere overseas.”

Not revealing Ferum had been Kang Geon’s order. Ferum was a kind of privilege. And privileges were easier to wield when fewer people knew about them. Kang Geon had no intention of spreading information about it. Only a small group would be allowed to enjoy its benefits.

Park Sun-woo casually glossed over their origin, explaining how the noble mother and daughter had become slaves. As before, he changed Ferum to “overseas” and their territory to “company land and property.” The two looked alike enough that no further proof of their mother-daughter relationship was needed.

Two elegant women dressed in perverse outfits that contrasted sharply with their dignity were being molested by a muscular man. The chat window instantly caught fire. Beautiful women—especially a mother and daughter—were about to be violated by a cock as thick as Kang Geon’s forearm. At that point, the details about Ferum didn’t matter. The viewers only wanted to indirectly experience the women’s sweet moans, their sweat-glistened skin, their bouncing breasts, their pussies stretched around his cock, and the sight of proud females submitting to a superior male.