The Museum Director Who Craves Being Devoured
“Fine… do whatever you want… as you… please…”
Yeon-woo’s cock thrust vigorously in and out of her pussy. Yet he did not simply pound into her with raw force. What looked like a merciless invasion on the surface concealed every technique he had mastered over time. Each withdrawal came at a different speed. The friction and surface area where her inner walls met his shaft varied constantly. The pressure and angle of every thrust shifted by the slightest degree. Sometimes he drove straight down, deep and vertical, slamming against her womb. Other times he angled slightly upward, stroking a different spot inside her. And in real time he read the sensitive points her body revealed, then hammered those places again and again with focused, relentless precision.
His hands never stayed idle either. One kneaded her ass without pause while the other alternated between the nape of her neck and her breasts.
“Ah… uh… Yeon-woo… right there… again… keep going!”
Her body surrendered completely to instinct and began to move as one with his. Her hips rose to meet each thrust as if she already knew its rhythm; inside her, the walls sucked him in, released him, then clamped down greedily, trying to devour every inch.
At the peak she shuddered from head to toe.
“Yeon-woo… I… came. Really… haaung…”
While she still moaned through the aftershocks of orgasm, Yeon-woo flipped her around and sat her on the desk. Her legs hung open, limp; her body continued to tremble with the lingering climax. He lowered his head between those spread thighs.
His lips brushed lightly across her clit. Her whole body jolted and arched backward.
“Ah…! Wh-what are you doing… hnnngh…”
His tongue began to work.
“You’re sucking it? Why are you being so shameless… hnnngh…”
This was no simple licking. It was dazzling, precise, and relentless. The broad flat of his tongue swept her entire pussy; the tip flicked her clit in rapid, feather-light vibrations. Sometimes he sealed his lips around that swollen bud and sucked hard; other times he drove his tongue deep inside, stroking the slick folds. Already hypersensitive from orgasm, she could not endure the layered assault.
“No…! It’s too… too sensitive…! Haaahk…! Stop… stop it…!”
Even as she begged, her hands locked around his head and dragged him harder against her. His tongue only grew faster, more obsessive. His hands stayed busy too—one rose to seize a breast and knead it roughly; the other slid up the inside of her thigh, pinching the soft flesh with deliberate force. He caressed every inch of her.
“Th-this… what is this… I’m dying… I really feel like I’m going to die…!”
Eun-ju’s cry was a tangle of terror and ecstasy. Her body, unable to withstand the continuous pleasure, crashed into a second orgasm almost at once.
It was fiercer and deeper than the first. Hot fluid gushed from inside her and coated the tip of his tongue. Yeon-woo slowly lifted his head. His lips and chin glistened with her juices. He looked at her. Her eyes had rolled back; her chest heaved wildly.
“Yeon-woo… I really thought I was going to die. Hnnngh…”
“We’re… not done yet.”
He caught her limp legs where she sprawled across the desk and hooked them over his shoulders. Then he sank his cock back into her scorching pussy.
Ssshhhk!!!
“Aaaagh!!! Yeon-woo!!! Stop… please… I’m… going crazy… I’ll go crazy.”
Her voice had lost all strength; her closed eyelids fluttered. “Are you… really trying to kill me? At this rate…”
Yeon-woo looked straight into her face.
“At this rate, what?”
Pale skin, disheveled hair, and over it all the expression of pure pleasure.
“What if I actually die?”
“So… you don’t want that?”
Eun-ju shook her head.
“No… even if I die… it’s fine.”
Strength returned to his hips. He drove in deep once more.
Tzzzeok…
Chuhk! Chuhk!
Lewd wet sounds filled the room as his cock buried itself to the hilt again.
“Ah…!”
Another moan tore from her throat, but Yeon-woo did not stop. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to carry deliberate meaning; not a single stroke was wasted.
The number that had hovered at 89 for so long finally hit 90. Her status window updated.
Emotion Value: 90 [Auto]
Name: Baek Eun-ju
Age: 38
Occupation: Art Museum Director. Chaebol
Issue: Husband’s affair, newly acquired lover
Target’s Emotion Value has reached 90 in Auto Mode.
New authority activated.
Emotion Value manipulation is now possible while Remote Connection is active.
Location data for connected targets is now enabled.
Yeon-woo had achieved his goal—ninety or higher, remote control unlocked. He exhaled in relief and prepared to finish the sex. Eun-ju’s pussy still gripped him with that springy, elastic tightness. Now he could freely ravage her for his own pleasure.
“Ahh~ Eun-ju… your body… fuck, it’s so goddamn delicious. Really…”
“You bastard… now… you’re just saying whatever you want… hnnngh… hahk! Hahk!”
“I don’t have the talent to put it any other way…”
Eun-ju opened her eyes weakly.
“I don’t know… I really feel like I’m dying. You… you’re one hell of a guy. Hnnngh…”
“You too…” Yeon-woo panted as he continued, “are one hell of a woman. Almost forty and still this tight, juicy pussy…”
“Am I… really that good? Better than those young girls you meet?”
Yeon-woo met her eyes without flinching.
“I’m not lying. Honestly… better. The depth is different.”
A faint light flickered in Eun-ju’s gaze.
“Then… why don’t you come eat me more often?”
He resumed moving as he answered.
“From now on… I’ll come eat you often.”
With those words his thrusts turned savage—deeper, harder.
“See me… often. You can come every day. Every time… I’ll let you taste something even better.”
“Okay… I’ll look forward to it…”
Yeon-woo could no longer hold back. Pleasure exploded up his spine. His cock swelled to its absolute limit for release. In that instant the number floating in his vision changed again.
Holy shit… finally… ninety-one.
He had hit the extra target. Anticipation surged inside him. Ninety had opened a new function. What about ninety-one? With that hope he slammed his hips as deep as they would go and poured his thick, concentrated load into her.
Pssshk!
Pssshk!
Pssshk!
“Yeon-woo… aaang~ Yeon-woo…”
He collapsed onto her body. Eun-ju wrapped her arms around him and savored the afterglow that still pulsed through her.
Emotion Value: 91. Target achieved.
⚠ System Update: Target ‘Eun-ju’ has reached Emotion Value 91
New Function Unlocked: Deep Emotion Pattern Analysis — Lie Detector Mode activated
You can now determine the truth or falsehood of any statement the target makes. Confidence level: 99.9%
Yeon-woo slowly withdrew from her pussy and sank onto the sofa, exhausted. From the empty hole his cock had left, a mixture of cum and her juices streamed down in thick rivulets. Eun-ju pushed herself up from the desk with effort. She made no attempt to fix her clothes or hair; she simply staggered over and dropped onto the sofa beside him. Their shoulders touched.
“I… really loved that.”
She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered. Her voice was still drained.
“I truly… thought you were going to kill me.”
“I loved it too.”
Yeon-woo answered briefly. His hand rose of its own accord and stroked her hair. A comfortable silence settled, yet his mind had already moved to the next stage. He cut to the point.
“How are things… with your husband?”
The question sounded like casual curiosity, but calculation underlay every word. Eun-ju gave a bitter smile.
“How could they be good? We’re people from completely different worlds.”
“And the marital side?”
He pressed more directly. She was quiet for a moment before answering.
“You mean sex? We don’t. Our marriage… has been over for more than three years already. We’re just strangers who happen to live in the same house.”
Whoa… it activated right away… But true? So it really is a pure show-window marriage…
Yeon-woo turned to look at her, deliberately feigning surprise.
“Really? A woman this delicious… and he hasn’t touched her for three whole years?”
A faint flush rose on Eun-ju’s cheeks.
“Don’t put it like that. The last time we… it was a little over a year ago, I think? I don’t even remember. And you… you don’t come eat me often either.”
“Eun-ju.”
His voice suddenly turned serious. He gripped her shoulder and turned her so she had to meet his eyes.
“Sleep with your husband once.”
Her eyes flew wide.
“Huh? What? What did you just say?”
“You heard me. Sleep with your husband. I’m not telling you to fix the marriage. Just… have sex.”
“Why?”
Confusion and distaste crossed her face.
“What is this all of a sudden?”
“There’s a reason for everything.”
He cut her off.
“You’re… going to be a good girl and listen, right?”
Her expression hardened.
“No. That’s… too weird. I have no intention of doing that with him.”
Yeon-woo stared at her for a long moment, then slowly shook his head. His voice turned cold.
“If you don’t listen… I won’t see you either.”
“What?”
Her voice rose.
“Is that a threat? What kind of threat is that?”
“Threat? Such harsh words… It’s not even a difficult request. Just a married couple having sex.”
Eun-ju bit her lip hard. Conflict flickered in her eyes.
“But why on earth…”
she said weakly.
“I’ll tell you the reason later. You can do it, right?”
His tone softened a little. She looked at him for a long time, then closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
“If I don’t listen… you won’t hold me?”
“I wouldn’t go that far… but I’d really like it if you did this for me.”
“Fine. I don’t understand why… but I’ll do as you say. Still… you know this is seriously weird, right?”
Yeon-woo brushed a light kiss across her lips.
“Thank you.”
That kiss was both reward and chain.
“I don’t know. How I ended up like this… Honestly… I have something for you too.”
Eun-ju forced her exhausted body to move and walked toward the desk. She opened a drawer, took something out, and returned to him. In her hand lay a sleek black card and an elegant car key.
“This is… my gift. Or maybe a bribe.”
She held out the card and the key.