Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: A Masterpiece Has Been Born
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A masterpiece has been born.
The large conference room.
A heavy silence descended.
This presentation wasn't just about massive stakes—it even tied into Yu-na's performance review.
The executives' gazes locked onto Yu-na at the podium.
"This quarter... I'll explain our core strategies."
She swallowed dryly.
Her voice trembled faintly.
It wasn't just nerves.
Bubble. Gurgle. Squish.
Things were getting noisy between her legs.
Her pussy clenched and relaxed repeatedly, greedily sucking in air.
It was like she had an extra mouth down there.
One step.
She'd only shifted slightly to steady herself.
Squelch. Slurp.
The wet sound of her inner walls rubbing together.
So vivid it might pick up on the mic.
'I'm losing it. Please, just...!'
The pad she'd hastily slapped on was already at its limit.
Melted ice cream mixed with her juices and foam had soaked the surface slick.
Her pussy entrance was working it like it wanted to chew and swallow the pad whole.
Every brush against her mucous membrane made her hips twitch.
"Let's look at the core section..."
Yu-na reached for the laptop, sweat beading coldly on her brow.
The sweet strawberry syrup scent wafted to her nose.
Her mind reeled—would the executive in the front row catch it too?
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Conference room corner.
I sat in the darkness, legs crossed.
Neatly combed-back hair, crisp suit.
And horn-rimmed glasses.
Perfect disguise unless you looked closely.
Especially soaked in pleasure like they were?
No way they'd recognize me.
I timed it.
"Let's look at the core section..."
Now.
Stage set, audience full.
Snap.
[The World Stops.]
The executives' expressions froze solid.
Yu-na's fingers stiffened mid-air.
I stood and walked to the podium.
Circled behind Yu-na and hiked her skirt up to her waist.
"Whoa."
What a sight.
The pad bulged obscenely over her panties.
So soaked, pale foam seeped through the fabric.
Riiiip—
I yanked down her panties.
The heavy pad dropped with a thud.
Plop. Splatter.
The dam burst.
Her gaping pussy vomited out what it had been holding.
Pink mucus laced with foam poured onto the floor.
Gasp... Slurp... Pucker...
"Panting like crazy."
The hole wouldn't quit moving.
Like a fish gulping prey.
Gaping and clenching at empty air.
Smack. Smack. Sluuuurp.
I pulled out my prepared toy from the bag.
The thickest one from the adult shop.
A massive dildo studded with bumpy protrusions.
"Mouth wide open like this? Gotta feed it."
No lube needed.
Already overflowing.
I aligned the tip with the twitching entrance.
Her pussy walls sensed food and started nibbling at the head.
"Going in, sis."
I thrust my weight behind it in one go.
Squish! Squelch!
"Ngh...!"
The monstrous thing forced its way past the entrance, shoving her guts aside.
So huge her lower belly bulged out.
I grabbed the tape.
Wrapped it tight around her ass and thighs to hold it in.
Finishing touches.
Out came the Sharpie. I scrawled on her pale ass cheeks.
Left cheek: 'Meat Toilet'
Right cheek: 'Strawberry Flavor♡'
Inner thigh: Arrow pointing to the hole.
The dildo jutted grotesquely between her taped cheeks.
Graffiti and pale foam in perfect harmony.
Perfect.
I tweaked the laptop, deleting the prepared slides.
Replaced with this morning's secret masturbation video of Yu-na.
Volume maxed.
Back to my corner seat.
Pulled out my smartphone.
Video recording on.
Leaned back.
Showtime.
Snap.
[Time Flows.]
Yu-na's finger hit enter.
BOOM!
The conference speakers nearly blew.
[Haaaang! Feels so good! Why does it feel this amazing!!!]
The room-shaking wail was her moan of ecstasy.
The screen filled with a close-up of Yu-na fingering herself and gasping.
"...?!"
"W-what?!"
"Isn't that Choi the intern?"
The executives shot up in horror.
Shock. Confusion.
But that instant, Yu-na's brain caught a fiercer signal.
"Wha...? The... video, why..."
She couldn't finish.
Before recognizing herself on screen.
Her lower body exploded with splitting pain that crushed her mind.
A massive, rigid pillar stuffed her, scraping her walls.
Protrusions raked every fold, battering her cervix.
"KAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Yu-na screamed and leaped on the podium.
"Hngh, kuh, uwaaak! What is it! Urgh!"
She twisted to grab her ass.
But the tape-wrapped dildo wouldn't budge.
Every move just shredded her insides deeper, more relentlessly.
Spurt—! Slurp!
Each thrash squeezed air from between dildo and walls.
Thick foam trapped deep sprayed everywhere through the gaps.
Splat.
"Ugh, the smell!"
"Strawberry? Rotten?"
The front-row exec pinched his nose.
Tart, sickly sweet stench.
Spread on the AC breeze.
"Ugh, ah, why me..."
Yu-na turned her back in pain and shame.
Tried fleeing from the execs.
But her skirt was bunched at her waist.
Her ass exposed to all.
The embedded monster.
The blatant graffiti.
'Meat Toilet'
'Strawberry Flavor♡'
"What the hell...?"
"She's insane."
"Strawberry flavor?"
Execs gaped in disgust.
Then.
"Huh? Uuuh...? No, no!"
Yu-na's legs bucked wildly on their own.
Defying her brain's orders.
Stimulation too intense—her body mistook it for full-on fucking.
[Status Ailment: Loss of Bodily Control]
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She slammed her hips wildly at empty air.
As if impaled on an invisible man.
Terror-filled eyes streamed tears, but her pelvis ground lewdly.
"Uwaaan! Stop! Please stop! My hips, my hips!"
She slapped her thighs desperately.
No use.
Each stab at her cervix sent her ass snapping back harder.
Drool poured from Yu-na's mouth.
Tongue numb, speech slurred.
She flailed limp arms to cover her ass.
But her bucking hips kept slipping her hands.
"Body marcheyo... Hng! Bodyma... hurts..."
Lisping babble.
The elite corporate woman mumbled like a toddler.
"Don't watch... Heek! Aang! Too good... No, hurts..."
Words and body at odds.
Mouth saying no, ass swallowing the dildo deeper, begging for more.
Half-lidded eyes, she waved at empty air.
"Th-there... Take this... out please... Neh?!"
Begging or flirting with execs? Unclear disgrace.
'Meat Toilet' jiggled on her ass.
Gurgle...
Her belly churned.
Unbearable urge to squirt.
She was gonna blow.
"Heeeek!! Cumming! I'm cummiiing!!"
Spluuuurt! Spurt!
The fountain erupted.
Fluid pent up around the dildo sprayed like a mist.
Sticky mucus laced with ice cream sweetness.
Splat. Splosh.
Podium floor turned a pale puddle.
Screen still played her masturbation vid.
Real her shook her hips at air, squirting wildly.
"Haat... Haa... Gotta... escape."
Yu-na staggered forward.
But the floor slick with her own fluids.
Slip.
"Eh?"
Heel skidded on sticky mucus.
Balance lost, body tilted back.
Thud!
She ass-planted hard.
Worst angle.
Full body weight rammed straight into the dildo.
SPLOOOOSH-!!!!
Horrific rupture sound.
Dildo trapped between floor and body pulverized her womb deep.
Almost to her stomach.
"...?!"
Even I, filming, flinched.
'Oof, that’s gotta hurt.'
Yu-na's eyes bulged like they’d pop.
Mouth gaped impossibly wide, but no scream.
"Kkh... Gk..."
Shock paralyzed her diaphragm.
She gaped, then head lolled limply.
"Urk... Blrk..."
Pale vomit dribbled from her mouth.
Spilled down chin to chest.
Pupils lost focus, eyes rolled back white.
Limbs splayed like a ragdoll.
Collapsed in her own puddle, covered in puke.
Dildo still grotesquely embedded between ass cheeks.
Silence.
Not even breathing.
But not over.
Twitch.
Yu-na's collapsed hips bucked.
Consciousness gone.
But her pleasure-hungry flesh moved on its own, ignoring its owner.
Squelch.
"Wha...? Th-that...?"
An exec gasped.
The unconscious woman's hips pounded the floor.
Thrusting up at air, slamming down. Over and over.
Like a headless insect writhing.
Thud. Squelch. Thud.
Rhythmic beat.
Fierce enough to splatter pooled mucus.
Eyes rolled back, tongue lolling from frozen face.
Lower body thrashed lewdly on auto.
Worst was that hole.
Slurp. Suck. Squiiiish.
Pussy entrance writhed alive around the dildo.
Walls licked and sucked the bumps like tongues.
Clamped tight to swallow the shaft, then spat it slick. Repeat.
Like a starving beast's maw.
Brain offline, her womb still mistook this rod for a live cock, milking it for cum.
Gurgle. Glurp.
Foam bubbled from Yu-na's rolled-back mouth.
Her crotch mouth drooled lewd saliva, feasting nonstop.
Dignity stripped, pure instinct flesh.
"Sh-should we... call 119?"
Someone whispered from the back.
But no one pulled a phone.
No one approached.
Execs backed away like she was filth.
Contempt. Revulsion. Rage.
Under those gazes, mechanically thrusting Yu-na was abandoned.
I quietly adjusted my angle.
Captured her white-eyed face.
And pussy devouring the dildo mid-thrust.
In one frame.
Click.
A masterpiece has been born.