Feigned Wickedness
"Jisin… it feels like this has gotten bigger. Are you still growing?"
I let out a short laugh and climbed on top of Myeongsuk's body. I was reaching my limit as well. I longed for the priceless heat inside her. She seemed to feel the same way. She whispered softly against my ear.
"I want you now. Quickly."
Without another word, Myeongsuk guided my cock to the entrance of her sex. I flicked my tongue out and licked into her ear.
"Nngh…"
When I pressed the head against her opening but refused to push forward, she grabbed my hips and tried to yank me into her. I held firm and kept licking the inside of her ear.
"I'm going out of my mind. Please…"
She was begging. I still didn't move.
"You bastard…"
I whispered low against her skin.
"I'll do it if you grant me a favor."
It was an absurd thing to say, but I knew that even words like these were a stimulant to her right now. Myeongsuk shut her eyes and breathed roughly.
"Just say it… I'll even give you one of my organs."
I blew a soft stream of air into her ear as I spoke.
"What I said earlier… I want to get you pregnant."
Myeong suk's eyes flew open. I eased my hips forward. My cock slid into her cunt, and her eyes fluttered shut. At the same time her walls clenched down hard. Once I was buried to the hilt I stayed there, feeling the fantastic pressure of her, while she gasped for breath. Then I began to move, lowering my upper body to hold her. She clutched me just as tightly in return.
In truth I had no real intention of doing anything of the sort to this woman. Exactly as I expected, a single sentence from me had become a massive stimulus for her. Myeongsuk was not a simple-minded person like Minhwa or Yunchae. When you tossed a subtle proposition like this at her, the thought would catch, spread, and branch out—like a drop of dye blooming through water. That was precisely what I had been after.
I kissed her half-open mouth. She sucked my tongue in as if she had been waiting for it and worked it with eager hunger. The pressure of her cunt only intensified. She broke the kiss, hauled me fiercely against her, and spoke into my ear.
"Haa… haa… All right. I want to have your child now…"
Even as I kept moving my hips, my eyes went wide. Huh. I'd only said it offhand…
"On one condition… haa… haa. Get every last one of the Jiseonnyeo pregnant."
I jerked my upper body up in shock. Myeongsuk looked at me through half-lidded, unfocused eyes.
"I'll tell them all myself. I was planning to do it eventually anyway. Originally I wasn't included in that plan—but I can't be the exception. Or, to be more honest, I want it too."
I drove my hips harder. Myeongsuk locked her arms around me again.
"Aaah… This is how our paradise gets made. Cheonsiman-gyo is going to become a place ruled by Jisin's children."
My cock throbbed harder. My heart was racing. Her cunt contracted around me with vicious strength. She clung to me with her whole body and went rigid—climax. I paused and waited her through it. When the tension drained out of her, I started rocking my hips again.
The image of every woman around me with swollen, pregnant bellies flooded my mind, and a strange, savage excitement rose with it. I couldn't hold back. A brutal urge to come hit me hard. This veteran woman read it instantly. She locked her legs around me so I couldn't pull out—not that I had any intention of doing so. In the end I poured a searing, almost painful load deep into her body.
I collapsed on top of her, and she held me for a long time afterward. My cock kept twitching and spilling for what felt like forever. She stroked the back of my head. When she spoke again her voice had cooled a little from the fever of it.
"Haa… That was incredible. The best…"
I managed to roll off onto my side. My cock, still glistening from her, stood stiff and unflagging. Myeongsuk pressed a hand to her forehead.
"You really are Jisin. I almost fell for it completely…"
Hm? I turned my head to look at her. She went on in the same tone.
"You thought I'd get worked up if you brought up pregnancy, didn't you? You were right. I did. Even knowing how unrealistic it was. You're a genius at shaking a person's heart with nothing but words. For a moment I genuinely considered it."
She lowered her hand from her forehead and looked at me. I said nothing, only watched her. Her chest rose and fell for a few breaths before she spoke again.
"Her name is Ma Juri."
Huh? What was this all of a sudden? Reason was slowly returning to Myeongsuk's eyes.
"I don't know how much of her story you actually heard, but she was hanging around with back-alley thugs from her teens. She's probably a few years younger than me. One way or another she ended up in Hong Kong in her early twenties—because she'd caused trouble here. A mid-level triad boss who happened to be in Korea at the time took her with him. That woman knows how to reel men in. The mid-level boss fell for her completely."
Ah… so this was about the woman who had come to see me a little while ago. I rolled onto my side to face Myeongsuk and reached out to cup her breast.
"That mid-level boss tried something like a coup and failed. The only ending for that was death. In the middle of the chaos Ma Juri grabbed the money he'd stashed and fled back to Korea. The triad found out and came after her. Instead of taking the money, they decided to use her bar as a base for drug deals."
Ugh… no wonder her story had sounded so much like a movie. If Myeongsuk was telling the truth, the woman was genuinely bad news. But why bother spinning that kind of lie to me? It wasn't as if I had interrogated her about her past, and I certainly wasn't a cop. What reason did she have to walk in on her own two feet and feed me a fabricated tale?
At the same time something else became clear. How a story was packaged could turn it into something completely different. To me she had painted herself as someone battered by the world and driven into the alleys—but if Myeongsuk was right, that picture was a long way from the truth.
I kneaded Myeongsuk's breast, then slid my hand down and covered her sex. She twitched once in surprise, but she didn't push me away. Her cunt was a mess of the seed I had pumped into her and her own slick. I rubbed her without caring.
"So tell me—why send that woman to me in the first place? You're plotting something, aren't you?"
Myeong suk gave no answer. I knew at once that something was there.
"Ma Juri will come looking for you again within a few days. When she does, reel her in one more time."
"Reel her in?"
"She's already started leaning on you. If you take a little more of her heart, she'll become someone who will do anything for Jisin."
I pushed a finger into her wet, sticky cunt. Her relaxed walls clenched around me at once.
"Why bother reeling her in any further? She already looks completely sunk into Cheonsiman-gyo."
Myeong suk reached down, closed her hand over my wrist, and shoved my finger deeper as she rolled onto her side. She looked at me with an odd expression.
"Haa… Because we have to protect Gu Yeonsu's land, don't we?"
A few days after that, Ma Juri really did come to find me. We sat side by side on a bench facing the river. There was none of the tough, feigned-wicked act she had put on the first day. She kept her head bowed, her face deadly serious.
"The river's beautiful, you know. Don't just stare at the ground. Look at the water."
She didn't move. I waited with patience for her to open her mouth on her own. I was certain she would.
"There were drug deals going on in my bar."
I turned my head toward her slowly. I already knew.
"No—more precisely, my place was a location where drug deals took place. The triad people came and threatened me. They said all I had to do was look the other way, so I had no choice but to agree."
I kept smiling as I listened, but it seemed this woman still lacked the courage to take that final step. That was why she still couldn't cast off the shackles of her feigned wickedness—and why, stuck in that place, her story kept spinning in useless circles.