Delivery Complete, Dual Requests Fulfilled (Seo Eunha, Choi Yeonji - Retrieval Success♥, Downfall Sealed♥) (1)
The interior of Suite 1703 at the hotel boasted a flashy interior design and just the right amount of spaciousness, the epitome of a high-end luxury suite. Even past midnight, fragments of the city's unrelenting lights seeped through the gaps in the blackout curtains.
Han Igyeol stood before the mirror in a tailor-made suit that fit him perfectly. His hands adjusted the necktie with practiced ease. Watching him, Section Chief Park Sea let out a playful gasp of admiration.
"Oh, what's this? The fit looks amazing. You don't wear this stuff often, but you look so natural at it."
"You think? Do I look better than usual?"
"Yeah. Maybe by like ten percent or a fraction more."
Ten percent and a fraction? What a precise jab, Igyeol thought with a wry smile as he moved to the center of the room.
There stood Seo Eunha in the middle of the room. Her unfocused eyes stared blankly into space; she'd just had her makeup done by Park Sea and her friend Choi Yeonji. The effort put into it made her beauty stand out even more than usual.
Soon, heavy footsteps approached from beyond the door. Igyeol straightened his posture, and Park Sea swapped her mischievous grin for a calm, polite public-facing smile. With a sharp beep, the heavy door swung open, and a man entered.
He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, a pudgy middle-aged man with a protruding belly. His graying hair was slicked back, clashing with the expensive suit he wore. His greedy eyes scanned the room.
"……Ohhh!"
A gasp escaped the man's lips. Mesmerized, he adjusted his glasses and slowly circled Seo Eunha.
"It's real. Really her—Teacher Seo. That high-and-mighty woman, like this……."
He kept exclaiming in awe, reaching out toward Eunha's perky breasts. But his hand was deftly blocked by Igyeol's intervention.
"Excuse me, sir. We need your signature on the handover contract first."
"But I should inspect the merchandise—"
"The signature comes first, sir."
Irritated by Igyeol's firm tone, the man scowled. But when Park Sea smiled softly and guided him to the sofa, he relented with a huff and sat down.
Healing Soul Co., Ltd.
The client of Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. The man who had specifically requested Seo Eunha from outside. He was the very vice principal whose affair had driven her out of the school.
. . .
"That completes the handover procedure. Thank you."
Section Chief Park Sea collected the signed documents with flawless poise, slipping them neatly into her bag with a smile. The vice principal eyed her regretfully, not bothering to hide the lust in his gaze.
"We've confirmed payment of the balance in cash, excluding the deposit. This product is now officially yours, sir. The basic settings are already in place, so it will obey your every command without question."
At Park Sea's signal, Igyeol placed a heavy leather pouch in front of the vice principal.
"What's this…?"
"A service for entrusting us with the request. Please check it only after we've left."
"Then, we'll take our leave."
With a final bow, the two slipped quietly out of the room. Inside the hotel suite remained only the satisfied client, the vice principal.
Vice Principal Bae Chun-sik was a renowned figure at a prestigious private school. His connections spanned the Ministry of Education and key political figures, forming a web as sturdy as spider silk. Thanks to that backing, he wielded near-absolute power wherever he went. His notorious womanizing had landed him in scandals multiple times, but he'd never faced real repercussions. He was skilled at covering tracks, but more often, a bit of political maneuvering and pressure sufficed to quash the rumors.
Above all, he chose his prey wisely—always the weak, those too powerless to speak out. New teachers fresh on the job, rookie officials just starting their careers, especially the timid ones who wouldn't escalate things. A little intimidation, and they'd submit without seeking outside help, suffering in silence.
In short, smooth sailing. He was always the exploiter, the winner, the glutton.
Then, out of nowhere, Seo Eunha crashed into his golden life and smeared shit all over it. She reported him. For her friend, she spoke up, cleverly gathered evidence, got help from authorities—and blew the whole thing wide open, beyond what politics alone could bury. Old skeletons came tumbling out too. It even triggered his divorce proceedings with his wife. The crisis snowballed. His life hung by a thread.
He thought it was all over. Then he learned about them.
"~♪"
Vice Principal Bae Chun-sik hummed a tune, his flabby belly jiggling. He plugged a USB into the hotel TV, unable to stifle his erupting laughter. A grotesque kuh-heh-heh echoed through the room.
Incredible. Hypnosis is truly amazing! It's like a miracle worker!
In his desperate hour, he'd stumbled upon a company of hypnotists. Skeptical, he'd placed the request anyway—and they'd delivered spectacularly. The root of all his troubles, victim-teacher Choi Yeonji. He'd commissioned her brainwashing. Reborn as his complete slave, she dropped all lawsuits and even condemned her friend Seo Eunha instead. Expensive, but worth every penny.
On a whim, he'd thrown in his nagging wife too. That wretched bitch was now an eager, obedient slave to her husband's commands.
"Even though I'm so, so happy and thrilled right now, something still felt empty. I realized later—it was because you weren't here. I couldn't be satisfied without you, you bitch."
He finished setting up the TV and approached the sofa. There sat Seo Eunha, unmistakably his slave doll.
"So I put in a request to get my hands on you. But those bastards suddenly demanded double—no, quadruple the price! Only renting her out three times a week? Ridiculous terms!"
Half-given up, his digging led him to Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. He commissioned them instead. The results were exquisite.
Healing Soul Co., Ltd.
Vice Principal Bae Chun-sik stroked Eunha's slender jaw. Those once-defiant eyes now melted sweetly. Filled with affection instead of contempt, they gazed at him—and that alone made his cock twitch to life. Unable to hold back, he shoved it into her mouth.
It felt a bit dry at first, but slathering on lotion made it slick and sloppy in no time.
"Haha! Hahahaha!! Serves you right for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong! You sows look best like this! Sucking cock and spreading your legs—that's your job, you idiots! Damn vixen, pulling stunts like that!"
He turned on the TV. Footage of Seo Eunha appeared—sex tapes with Igyeol. Key parts were mosaiced, but imagination filled the gaps nicely.
[Ahh… Ahh!! Yes, so good, so good…! I love you, Igyeol…!!]
Cranking the volume maxed out her pleasure-moans, filling the room and ramping his arousal. He brutally face-fucked her throat for ages before pulling out short of climax. Then he pounced.
Forcing her legs apart, he rammed into her pussy.
"Ha, haha! Your mouth's tight, but this hole's even tighter! Still a virgin? At your age? A defective bitch like you, daring to defy a godlike man!"
He savored the resistance, ravaging the bitch beneath him. Her expressions shifted wildly—from terrified sobs to begging remorse, then crumbling into ecstasy. He licked that face he craved, tasting oddly like rubber.
"Ugh, gonna cum! Filling your arrogant cunt raw, no rubber! Scream and fight all you want! This is just the start. I'll thoroughly ruin your life from here on out!"
He unleashed deep inside. Utterly satisfying.
"Hehe, hehe… You're mine now. Mine forever."
Trembling with overflowing excitement, he crushed the pathetic doll beneath him in a hug. The room filled with his greedy grunts, the doll's faint creaks, and the blaring sex sounds from the TV, twisting grotesquely together….
"Not a pretty sight."
"Really~ Watching an old perv like that is no fun even for work~…."
In the hotel's underground parking garage, inside the car, Han Igyeol and Park Sea watched via smartphone screen. It showed footage from the room's hidden camera. Their client was embracing a life-sized doll dressed vaguely like Seo Eunha, unleashing his perverted desires.
"Anyway, good work~ That thing was heavy to lug around, right?"
"Super heavy. Couldn't we have gone with a cheaper realistic doll?"
"Hmm~ But that one was perfect. The hypnosis should hold nice and long~."
Slouched in the back seat, Section Chief Park Sea cradled the real Seo Eunha. Her hand slipped under Eunha's shirt, kneading those ample breasts freely. Eunha let out lazy moans—ah, mm.
This was the genuine article, not some doll. And Room 1703's client would never suspect otherwise with his "real" prize.
Slurp, slurp, schlop…!
Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Choi Yeonji—Eunha's friend, retrieved as a bonus—knelt with her tits out, sucking off Igyeol in the driver's seat.
True to the "request."
"So, Yeonji. We handled it just like you asked—satisfied?"
Igyeol showed her the recent smartphone footage. Even with her blank stare, Yeonji giggled at the old pervert humping his doll, drool trailing from her cock-filled mouth.
This was a double commission. Vice Principal Bae Chun-sik's request for Seo Eunha. Choi Yeonji's request for his utter ruin and mockery. Overlapping, but Yeonji paid more—so hers took priority.
"And now, officially, your body belongs to us. So~ touching~ Sacrificing yourself to save your friend. Makes this big sis tear up~ Pussy tears~."
"Ah, aaah…♡"
"Eunha's touched too~♪"
From Park Sea's arms, Eunha sighed pleasurably again. Yeonji kept doll-like focus on sucking Igyeol's cock, yet somehow looked blissful.
The smartphone went dark after checks. The car pulled out.
The perverted vice principal would leak his own whistleblower files in two months—sealing his doom. The cops and officials witnessing that mad old man pouring love into a doll might pity him, but oh well. Couldn't be helped.