Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Kang Hyun-soo Notices His Girlfriend Was Stolen
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[I'll watch it like you said. Let me know the date and place.]
It was past 10 p.m. when the text came from Choi Da-yeon.
She must've made up her mind after a few drinks.
This is getting interesting.
"She must've been pretty rattled."
I didn't even need to use my Thought Reading skill to guess what kind of headspace Choi Da-yeon was in.
She'd climaxed four times, after all.
While I only came once.
Considering that, hearing she wasn't as good as Kang Seo-yoon must've crushed her pride.
So naturally, she got curious about what Kang Seo-yoon was really like.
Maybe even doubting if something was wrong with her.
"With that strong ego of hers, she probably wants to prove herself too."
Either way, now I had the upper hand.
But I had no intention of giving Choi Da-yeon what she wanted right away.
I'd let her stew a bit longer.
The more time passed, the more she'd think back on how good it felt getting nailed by me. It'd linger in her mind.
Kang Seo-yoon, Han Yu-ra, and even Ji-hyun had all been the same.
Tap tap.
"You're magnificent, my cock."
I felt proud knowing this dick's Conviction ability could make anything happen.
I let my dick rest for the day and got a good night's sleep before heading to work the next morning.
"M-Min-seong."
"Yeah, sunbae."
"Got a minute...?"
"I'm swamped right now. What's up?"
Han Yu-ra whispered softly in my ear.
"I want to suck your cock."
"...?"
This woman had gotten way too slutty.
Her blunt honesty turned me on.
I took her to the bathroom first, and she eagerly pulled down my pants and freed my cock.
"Something happen?"
"Hyun-soo called yesterday, throwing a fit about meeting up. When I said I needed rest, he got pissed."
"He couldn't control his temper and took it out on you again?"
"Exactly. Sigh."
"This won't do. It's time for some proper discipline."
Slurp...
Her craving to suck my cock seemed genuine as she savored it with devotion.
She imprinted every inch—from the shaft to the head and balls—with her tongue.
Should I try the Conviction Infection skill?
Slurrrp.
"Ngh."
"Did that hurt?"
She bit my glans on purpose but acted all surprised.
Like she wanted to provoke me or something.
"If you've hurt your husband, you need to pay the price."
"...How?"
"Take it deep."
Han Yu-ra had said she wouldn't do deepthroat, but after I forced her a few times, she must be used to it now.
Sure enough, she'd been too embarrassed to initiate it herself.
Like she'd been waiting for my command, she opened wide and engulfed my cock.
Guhhh.
The pressure from her throat and uvula felt amazing.
This must be why people love deepthroat.
Her bulging throat and the teary-eyed pained expression on her face were sights to behold.
"Keep it in like that, sunbae."
Conviction Infection skill activated.
The Conviction Infection skill lets me infect a target with conviction through a third party.
It's perfect when meeting the target directly is hard or undesirable—I can just use one of my people as the vector.
Designate the 3rd party and infection target.
'3rd party: Han Yu-ra. Infection target: Kang Hyun-soo.'
Designation complete.
That's how the notification works.
Dad must've used this to grow his business—convincing company presidents through their negotiators.
Me? I'll use it to thoroughly toy with Kang Hyun-soo.
"You've sacrificed so much for him until now, so it's his turn to sacrifice for you. Don't you think?"
Vmmm.
With my cock buried deep, she blinked in response instead of speaking.
"So go tell him: You're going to live freely now. No more meddling in your life. He needs to suck it up from here on. If not, you're breaking up."
Nod. Nod.
No success chime yet.
It'll probably ring when Kang Hyun-soo buys it.
Her nodding means the conviction infection took hold.
This should end his tantrums too.
And after that, he's all mine.
'I can imprint it with Conviction Imprint next.'
Conviction Imprint is a step above Infection—no third party needed.
Super useful for quick convictions, but point-heavy, so I can take my time.
Gulp gulp.
She'd been deepthroating for a while, and her face started showing strain.
"You can pull off now."
Pfha. Haah. Haah...
"You're getting good at deepthroat now, sunbae."
"Haah... Yeah. It scared me at first, but now... it's fine."
"Makes you want to do it more, right?"
"...Yeah. You haven't cum yet, so I'll keep going."
"No need to fuck your pussy?"
"I want it, but... we've been gone too long. Gotta head back soon. And right now, I just wanna suck more."
Her face, utterly conquered by my cock, was a beautiful sight.
Slurrrp—schlurp.
Aroused by her words and expression, I blew straight down her throat.
"Whew. That was good, sunbae."
Gulp—gulp.
She swallowed every drop and beamed at me, oblivious to the cum dribbling from her lips.
That evening, a pleasant chime rang out.
Conviction Infection skill succeeded.
50 points awarded as first success bonus for skill 'Conviction Infection'.
Current Points: 140
It worked.
Curious about Kang Hyun-soo's reaction, I called Han Yu-ra.
"Sunbae, did you tell Kang Hyun-soo?"
-Yeah. I told him everything.
"What'd he say?"
-He thought about it a bit, then said okay. But begged me not to say breakup. Apologized too, said he'd been too hard on me.
Better results than expected.
His obsession with her amplified the effect.
"So no more putting up with his bullshit, right?"
-Should've done this sooner. Feels like I've escaped chains. I'm so free now.
"Then enjoy that freedom. Come to my place."
-Really? Is that okay?
"Kang Hyun-soo not around?"
-Yeah! Taking a cab right now!
I whipped up something simple for dinner, and soon the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and Han Yu-ra threw herself into my arms.
"Hubby!"
"Haha, someone might hear."
Slam.
She grabbed my face and showered me with kisses.
Her unexpected eagerness warmed my heart as I carried her to the table.
"Everything's great, but let's eat first. I'm starving."
"Smells delicious."
"I'm a pro at kimchi fried rice."
After filling our bellies, we moved to the bed for the real fun.
Once, twice, three times.
With her stamina, three rounds weren't enough to satisfy her.
"Midnight snack and go again?"
"Sounds good. Chicken?"
"Perfect."
Over chicken, I got the full scoop on Kang Hyun-soo's reaction.
"I told him: 'I've sacrificed enough, now it's your turn. Suck it up and live for me. I'm done suppressing myself. If you can't handle it, we're done.'"
"And he apologized but begged no breakup?"
"Yeah. Promised no more forcing sacrifices on me. Said go on trips if I want, won't stress me about work."
"Perfect. His random outbursts must've been hell."
"He even said he won't lose his temper like that anymore. So please don't say breakup."
Conviction Infection is better than I thought.
He'd have bought it from me too, but with lingering resistance.
Hearing it from her via infection made it sink in fast.
Plus his fear of losing her sealed it.
'Now I can really fuck with him.'
Even if he finds out, I'm covered.
Fucking Han Yu-ra right in front of him feels within reach.
"Sunbae, all done? Round two?"
"My pussy's ready."
She spread her legs invitingly.
I scooped her up, tossed her on the bed, and pounded her all night.
"Haah. Haah. Haah..."
Her cum-soaked body was still a shock, no matter how often I saw it.
She was the goddess I only ogled in college.
We dozed off together briefly.
Quick wash-up in the morning, then straight to work.
She'd packed clothes ahead, so no suspicions.
But that day...
Kang Hyun-soo didn't show.
Apparently called in sick.
What is this ominous feeling?
I'd find out that evening, walking home alone after work.
Yu-ra's definitely changed.
She used to live only for me, always watching me.
Never snapped at me.
After Grandpa and Dad decided I'd become a politician...
I had to chase that goal against my will, and Yu-ra always looked out for me.
Cheering me on, comforting me when it got tough.
But lately, she's been snapping at me more.
Doing unexpected things.
Masturbating with a dildo while voice-chatting? Sweet Yu-ra being that lewd? Unbelievable.
I couldn't adapt to her changes.
Fighting back when I got mad.
And yesterday... she said she was done holding back. Told me to sacrifice for her.
Or we'd break up.
Felt like a hammer to the head.
Made me realize I'd taken her sacrifices for granted.
How much must she have bottled up to say that?
Her words convinced me.
Now it's my turn to suck it up for her.
Maybe she'll go back to her old self.
I can't give up on Yu-ra.
Hard to find another like her.
I know how precious a woman who lived for me alone is.
So no breakup. Absolutely not.
Family even said no better wife for a politician—urged me to cherish her.
So yeah, I gotta endure now.
But...
One nagging doubt lingers.
When she changed: right after my fight with Min-seong.
Then Min-seong started acting all confident.
After switching teams, seeing them together so often bred unease.
Could Yu-ra really be into that punk?
Me, lose her to him? But their smiling glances made the anxiety grow.
So yesterday, after her words, I tailed her secretly.
Hoping my suspicions were baseless.
I'd bought her words.
Resolved to endure.
But I needed confirmation.
"..."
Not suspicions.
After a call, she hopped in a cab to the one-room district.
Ran straight into a building.
Too late to catch which one.
Never heard she had acquaintances here.
Three floors of one-rooms—not easy to search.
I pressed my ear to doors, listening...
Ahhh! Haaah! Haang!
A moan from one room froze me stiff.
Sounded just like Yu-ra's voice—nausea hit, had to step out.
Couldn't believe it.
If true, Yu-ra was seeing another guy.
Who? I spent the sleepless night in my car.
Morning came...
Saw Yu-ra emerge with Min-seong, smiling.
Hands tightly clasped.
Unbearable rage surged.
Humiliation and shame overwhelmed me.
Yu-ra cheating with Min-seong for real.
Her beaming smile? Must've been going on a while.
"Fuck..."
He really stole my girlfriend.
Explains his smug confidence around me.
Grind.
Teeth clenched. Wanted to rush out and beat him down.
But I can't take a boxer.
Thought of another way. That'll make him regret it.
He must be prepared for stealing my girl.
"Damn it."
Rage burned, shame swelled.
Want to ruin them both, but no guts to spread it.
How do I admit that punk stole my girlfriend?
Pride won't let me.