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Emily’s belly was already swollen round as she pressed a hand to my chest and shuddered hard against me.
She wasn’t nine months along—not yet—but she had already taken ten loads of my cum. The eleventh was finishing now, and that legendary Myeong-gi of hers still hadn’t spilled a single drop; she sealed it tight and locked everything inside.
“Emily, satisfied yet?”
“Yes… Master. This must be what pregnancy feels like.”
“No way it’s the same. But if I pull out now, won’t it turn into a fountain show?”
“Th-that’s… true. What do we do?”
Emily looked up at me with a dazed, helpless face.
“Haaah… Master. Give me that pleasure from earlier again.”
Bitna lay beside me, utterly spent after nearly two hours of having her pussy pounded through more than ten climaxes, staring at me with an exhausted expression.
“Hmm… Once I pull out of Emily, put your mouth on her cunt and drink some of the cum. That should bring your stamina back.”
“Yes…”
Even the national athlete Bitna was trembling as she pushed herself up, her sex stamina clearly running dry.
“Emily, once Bitna’s had a drink, go dump the rest in the bathroom and rest a bit. Fill the tub with warm water.”
“Yes… Honey.”
Bitna climbed onto me, ass pointed toward my face, and brought her mouth to the cock still buried inside Emily.
“Ah…”
As Emily rose, I felt her pussy cling and drag, the head of my cock slick with cum. I prepared to pull free quickly; a wet pop sounded, followed by a sudden gush.
Pop—shhhhhh!!!
“Hup!! Slurp…”
Gulp, gulp.
“Haaang!!! Bitna…”
I smirked, rose at once, and headed for the bathroom. Under the hot spray I washed myself clean and comfortable, then filled the tub with warm water, wiped off roughly, and returned to the room.
Emily, still half-crouched, bolted for the bathroom the moment I appeared. Bitna watched her go with open longing.
“Shall we try our national little sister’s ass?”
“Huh…?”
“I said earlier I’d open your anal. Face down on the mattress, ass up, spread those cheeks. That’s an order.”
I smirked. The flustered look on Bitna’s face stoked my sadism again. I approached with a cruel smile; her face flushed scarlet as she obeyed.
She buried her face in the mattress, hiked her hips high, and spread her ass wide open.
“Now say it. ‘Please fuck me. Please tear open national little sister Bitna’s asshole.’ Say it.”
Her face burned redder than a strawberry. She looked like the words wouldn’t come, but one glance at my expression made her squeeze her eyes shut.
“Master… please fuck me. Please… tear open national little sister Bitna’s asshole. Master.”
“Heh heh heh. Well now. When Bitna herself begs to be torn open, it’s only human to oblige, right?”
“Th-thank you…”
Even thanking me. I chuckled and stepped closer. My hands settled on her ass—firm, muscular under that soft skin, just as expected of an athlete.
“Bitna. I’m thinking of turning off the pain-to-pleasure conversion for your ass. How about it?”
“Huh…? Is that the hundred-percent thing from earlier…?”
“Yeah. I want you to feel just how blessed the sex you’ve been having really is. I want you to know the kind of pain you’d normally be taking.”
“Huh…? D-does it hurt?”
“You’ve had a colonoscopy, right? About a hundred times worse than that.”
Her eyes went huge as she stared at my cock. Terror flooded her pupils. She couldn’t even take her hands off her own ass—orders bound her—and she trembled pitifully, which only made the thrill surge higher.
It’s different from when it was Dahyun. Getting cum doesn’t completely kill the sadism, does it? Why?
Purification
Jini’s voice sounded, and a cool sensation washed from my head through my entire body. Time seemed to freeze; Bitna’s half-lidded eyes stayed locked in place.
Why is this happening?
Do you remember killing during the Kwon Su-jeong mission? Park Jin-su?
Yes…
I told you there would be side effects.
You said it wasn’t a big deal back then…
Your soul is special. It does not match the rank of this Ninth Realm. The Constellation just informed me that in the gap left by Park Jin-su’s death, your soul unconsciously glimpsed a fragment of the future. I failed to catch it. It should have been impossible—your soul made it possible.
So the way I’ve been changing after raping Han Ju-ae isn’t…?
No. Your unconscious is being stimulated by those acts. Song Dahyun was a complete stranger to you… but the Kim Bitna in front of you is someone with whom you share a bad karma. That is why the sadism dies down only to flare up again.
“What? Just how much unconscious is this?”
Fortunately the amount that flowed into you is not large. Park Jin-su himself was only a side character dragged along by Tam Reimi… Within a few days an emergency mission will drop and most of this problem will be resolved.
Ah…
For now the Constellation says to move as your heart desires. The future unconscious will vanish the moment you check the mission reward.
“Ah… okay.”
I had briefly feared being swallowed by some future unconscious, but relief settled in. That possibility seemed gone.
Time resumed. I looked at Bitna—my future bad karma.
Just how bad was the karma for me to be this desperate to torment her?
Think of it as cop and thief. You were the thief.
What?
I stared blankly, then snorted. Me the thief, Bitna the cop. It didn’t quite click, but I could accept it.
“Shall we dye our national hero Bitna in pain?”
I glanced at the mirror beside us. My expression was as vile as it could get, eyes sharp and merciless.
“Y-you said I wouldn’t get hurt, right? M-Master…”
“Right. You won’t. Don’t worry.”
I stroked my cock; it hardened fiercely again. Gripping it, I pressed the head against the spread cheeks of her ass.
Off.
My left hand clamped her hip hard; my right guided the cock. I slowly pushed the head against her pink anus.
Fierce resistance. The hole held for a moment, then the gate fell and began to open.
“Ahhk! Ah!!! Aaaagh!!!!!! It hurts!!!! Aagh!!!!!!”
Her eyes flew wide in disbelief as she screamed. She shook her head hard, body language begging me to stop.
“Why are your mouth and hands saying different things? Your hands are still spreading your ass, begging to be stuffed… kh…”
“Ahhh!!!! No!!! Pull—pull it out… aaaagh!!!!!”
Sweat poured down her body; tears welled and spilled. The head popped inside with a wet sound, and the tearing sensation of her sphincter ripping transmitted straight through the glans.
“Our Bitna. Ten loads in your guts like this, then ten more in your pussy at a hundred percent pleasure. Got it?”
“Die!!! Then… aaaagh!!!!!!”
I shoved deeper. Strange catharsis flooded me—like an old grudge finally settling. The unconscious seemed to urge me to torment her harder.
So Jini was right—we really were enemies?
I smirked. Even if future-me and she had been enemies, I had no intention of dragging it out.
Let’s just give her this one big dose of pain and be done.
Frustration and sadism surged again; irritation rose. Maybe that was why I yanked my cock free all at once.
Pop.
“Uwaaagh!!!!! It hurts… hhk… it hurts. Please… turn it to a hundred percent. Hhk… isn’t that enough now?”
“Tsk… Soul Purification. Purification.”
I cast the skill on myself twice in a row; cool clarity washed through my head again and again. Looking at her sobbing form, guilt hit hard.
“Hundred percent ON.”
I slammed my cock straight back into the gaping hole. The wailing Bitna went slack-eyed like a woman on drugs, mouth falling open as a huge cry of pleasure tore free.
“Hiiik!! Hwaaaang!!!!!”
“Our Bitna. You’ll do everything I say from now on, right? Outdoor sex, exhibitionism, bitch, cum-toilet—all of it.”
She nodded frantically.
“Yesh!!!! As long as you give me a hundred percent!!!!”
“Can our national little sister really do outdoor exhibitionism?”
“Yes!!! Aaang!!! As long as I’m impaled on your cock!!!”
I grinned, gripped her hips hard, and drove in deep.
Slap.
“Ahhk!!! Ang!!!!!!”
A pleasant sensation.
I woke for no clear reason. The first thing I felt was Bitna’s pussy wrapped tight around my cock, milking it endlessly even in her sleep.
Hah… so the erection never went down?
I groped. My hand found her belly—swollen and protruding exactly like a nine-month pregnancy. She must have envied Emily and made the same lewd request to be filled that full.
Soft snoring.
“Hnnngh!!!”
Even asleep she moaned. I chuckled and pulled her closer. Behind me, Emily—who had been holding me—snuggled in tighter as well.
What time is it?
I opened my eyes and checked the wall. Still only 5:20 a.m. Strange to wake after less than two hours of sleep.
Kim Ian, I woke you. Park Hyeong-seop, Kim Nak-jun, and Kim Gi-hun died at 4:48, 4:51, and 4:50 a.m. respectively.
What????
Mixed feelings. I had expected pure triumph, yet hearing that people had died—deaths I had essentially goaded—brought a flicker of guilt.
Then my head cleared, vitality flooded my body, and I felt Mental Protection activate.
They were going to die anyway. I just moved the schedule up a few months.
I repeated that to myself, then gently shook Emily’s hand where it rested on my stomach.
“Mmm? Honey?”
“Phone. They killed themselves.”
“What?!!”
Bitna still didn’t know the details, so there was no need to wake her. Emily understood at once and sat bolt upright.
“Exactly what it sounds like. My phone. If I pull out now she’ll wake.”
“Yes… Honey.”
She scrambled down, rummaged, and handed me the phone. I texted Yuri and Jeong-mi first.
Right now the person closest to Monk Hwa-ryun was Na-yeon, Ji-yu’s mother. I needed him to ease the guilt of my bitches.
Replies came almost immediately.
Kang Ho will hear through Jun-hee anyway…
That covered everyone who needed to come. I set the phone down. Besides the puppies, Yuri needed to confirm the revenge, Ju-ae had to go because it was her son’s close friends, and Yun-hui and Ji-yeon had been their school juniors.
“Emily. Tell them to come to the meeting plaza. It’ll take about thirty minutes, so have them here by six-thirty. If there’s a van, drive it; if not, use my car too. Bring two cars so you and Bitna can ride to Mapo. Ah—black suits, and pack everyday clothes too in case we have to head straight to Gimpo Airport tonight.”
“Yes, Honey. I’ll pass that on and go wash first.”
“Alright. You coming too?”
“No. I don’t really know them, so showing up at the funeral hall would be awkward.”
“And tell Pppora—Lee Yu-ra—not to bother coming down. She’s too soft-hearted; she might insist because she was class president…”
“Yes.”
She nodded. Even now, completely unaware of the conversation, Bitna’s Myeong-gi kept coiling and milking my cock. The ridges were gentler than when she was awake, but they still teased the head.
Tsk… See, kids? That’s why you don’t drive people to suicide…
If only Yeong-ho hadn’t killed himself, it would have ended with just losing his mother and sister’s lover. The phrase “reaping what you sow” cut sharply through my mind.