Even If I Fall, My Sword Does Not Fall (3)
Kang Geon spent his vacation running around, busy having sex and filming porn. Even though he fucked whenever he had a spare moment, the number of videos uploaded to Pandora wasn't that high compared to how many times he actually had sex. Once a week was already a lot. Still, the videos shot under the name Keria had become famous enough to rack up over a million views. Park Sun-woo had pushed plenty of pretty women into starring opposite Kang Geon, and the hardcore footage they filmed with the slaves was so intense it was hard to believe it was domestic.
Smack! The sound of a palm striking a dripping-wet pussy echoed from the speakers. In the video, the woman hung upside down, her spread legs taking the full force of Kang Geon's strikes.
Smack!
—Hnnngh…!
Her pussy was swollen and puffy, her breasts covered in bite marks. Her stomach and ass were a mess of bruises. Hours of relentless violence had long since pushed her mind past its limit. If it meant escaping the pain, she would have done anything.
—Please… let me cum…
What she really wanted was permission to piss. Before hanging her upside down, Kang Geon had forced her to drink ion drinks and water. She had thought it was just to keep the shoot going longer; she never imagined he would stop her from relieving herself.
—My lower belly feels like it's going to burst… Please…
She hadn't actually held it the entire time since filming began. She had fought and fought, but eventually lost control. Urine had spurted from her urethra, splashing across her own face before running down her stomach, between her breasts, and back up to her face. The first touch of the filthy liquid made her flinch, but that disgust vanished quickly—Kang Geon's merciless violence saw to that.
The moment she pissed without permission, he punished her savagely. He slapped her stomach and ass, squeezed her nipples and pussy hard, and cut off her air. Only then did she regret it and swear she would never piss without permission again. Kang Geon simply made her drink more water and hung her back up. Two hours later she pissed again, and an even crueler punishment followed. He rammed his ridged cock—covered in bumps like nails—into her pussy until it gaped, then beat her outer labia until they were swollen and taut. After that, she didn't even dare think about pissing without permission. She just begged him to let her do it.
Her swollen crotch twitched, a single drop of urine leaking from her urethra. Kang Geon forced her to say humiliating things herself, thoroughly crushing what little pride she had left, before finally allowing her to piss.
Shhhhhh!
“Haaaah—!”
A thick, violent stream of urine sprayed out. The weakening jet splashed across her face and ran messily down the entire front of her body.
—Filthy bitch.
Kang Geon grabbed a hose and turned on the water.
Whoosh—!
A powerful stream washed the piss from her body. He sprayed her with the same care one might give to cleaning a street. When the water hit her painfully swollen outer labia, she screamed. Kang Geon deliberately aimed there, enjoying every shriek.
Once he finished cleaning her, he untied her, climbed on top, and shoved his cock inside. The woman, completely exhausted, showed no reaction to the penetration—until his flesh touched her crotch. Then she jerked violently. After pissing, she had become completely obedient. When he told her to suck his asshole, she did so eagerly.
The video ended and the next one began. Another porn featuring Kang Geon and a different woman. The content was the same—filled with the woman's pain and screams. Though the shoot had been difficult, the women were satisfied; one video and their debts were cleared.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
Kang Geon, who had been half-asleep watching videos of himself, got up and checked the intercom. On the screen stood a woman in a cropped workout top that revealed a sliver of her waist and tight leggings. Her name was Na Jiyoung. She was the wife of the gym owner in Kang Geon's building—and one of the trainers. She also taught Pilates and yoga. Thanks to that, her ass was plump and her thighs were thick and alluring.
He had first seen Na Jiyoung at a tenants' meeting. The shop owners in the building regularly gathered at the bar on the third floor, and Kang Geon had stopped by to show his face while he was out. Na Jiyoung had been sitting there with her husband. The man had a gentle, bear-like face and didn't drink much, while Na Jiyoung was lively and loved alcohol. They had only exchanged a few words, but Kang Geon had immediately felt he could fuck her. Every time they met after that, he flirted shamelessly.
Na Jiyoung rejected and played hard to get, yet she secretly enjoyed the advances of the young, wealthy Kang Geon.
Click.
Kang Geon opened the door. Na Jiyoung stepped inside with a seductive smile.
“This is the boss's place? It's nice and spacious.”
Of course it was spacious—he was using an entire floor of a fifteen-story building with a total area of thirty thousand square meters. There were over ten rooms, plus a party hall and a fully stocked bar.
“But wouldn't it be better to rent this place out and buy a separate house? You'd make more money that way.”
“It's close to school, and I have plenty of money.”
“Oh my. I said something unnecessary, didn't I?”
Despite being more than ten years older than Kang Geon, Na Jiyoung spoke to him politely and sweetly. It was the power of authority.
“It wasn't unnecessary. If you want to live here, go ahead.”
“I'd feel self-conscious being around all these young people coming and going.”
“Come on. How old are you, noona? And your body's top-tier.”
“Hohoho. Even if it's just flattery, it feels good.”
“It's not flattery. I'm serious. Your husband must be jealous.”
He could have just ripped off her leggings and fucked her right there—the aftermath wouldn't be a problem—but seducing her slowly had its own unique thrill.
“Jealous? Taejun oppa might look like a bear, but he's weak in bed.”
“How weak are we talking?”
“He finishes after one round. I once made him hold it in for over a month, then finally set the mood. Want to know what happened?”
“What happened?”
“I barely touched him a few times and he came right away. After that he went all soft and couldn't get it up for an hour.”
“What a waste of his size. I can go ten rounds and still be fine.”
“Every guy I've met says the same thing, but they all tap out after an hour.”
“Sounds like a lie. Want to test if I can really go all night?”
Na Jiyoung, suppressing her instincts with reason, waved her hands. Her body was hot, but the risk was too great. Even if she cheated, she preferred clean one-night stands that ended in a single day. She didn't want to keep seeing another man. The thrill of betrayal only felt good when it was brief and burden-free. Still, her refusal carried a hint of regret, and Kang Geon noticed.
“I didn't come here to talk about this. Do you have anything cold to drink? I worked out and I'm thirsty.”
Kang Geon played along with her attempt to change the subject. He brought her an ion drink from the fridge. One side of the fridge was packed with them—perfect for making women piss quickly.
“What did you come for?”
“I wanted to let you know the shower leak has been fixed.”
“You could've just called. Why come in person?”
“I have to ask for money, so I figured I should do it face-to-face. Should I bring the receipt and everything?”
“I told you I have money.”
Kang Geon transferred five million won to Na Jiyoung via his phone.
“Boss! That's way too much. I'll give you the change.”
“It's fine. I already gave it to you. Use it to buy beef or replace some gym equipment.”
“Are you sure it's okay?”
“I said it's fine.”
“Thank you. I'll put it to good use.”
After receiving the money, Na Jiyoung compared her husband to Kang Geon. Her husband, Park Taejun, was stingy. During their dating days it had only been mildly noticeable, but starting from their wedding preparations it began to grate on her nerves, and after marriage the stress had become severe. It was a shame, especially given his otherwise decent build. Living with a husband like that and then meeting the generous Kang Geon made her pussy throb.
Na Jiyoung smiled with her eyes.
“How about joining the gym? It's good to build the habit of exercising early. That way you'll stay healthy in your thirties and forties. From what I've felt, once you hit thirty, it's really different from your twenties.”
“Are there a lot of pretty girls there?”
“Tons in the afternoon and evening. I'm there too, you know.”
“Free, right?”
“Of course. What kind of gym charges the building owner? With the money you gave me today, you could use it for three years. And soon Taejun oppa's niece is going to start working the counter. She's really pretty, too.”
“Got a picture?”
“I'll show you. Just a sec.”
Na Jiyoung showed him a photo saved on her phone. A cold-looking beauty. Kang Geon wondered what kind of moans she would make if he shoved his cock into her pussy and stirred it around. He decided he would drop by the gym occasionally.
“What do you think? Pretty, right?”
“She's pretty, but not as much as you, noona.”
“Hohohoho. She's prettier than me. And she's about your age, boss.”
“Your body's way better than hers. I'm more interested in you than your niece or the gym.”
“Why do you keep doing this…?”
Even as she said that, Na Jiyoung couldn't stop her gaze from drifting down to Kang Geon's crotch.