Suspicious Club (Exorcist Kwon Dahye: Mastering the Bitch Mindset♥ Uterus-Crushing Sex♥ Condom Belt Nude Photoshoot♥) (2)
Smack! Splatt! The sharp sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the sealed room.
Igyeol's thick, massive palm crashed mercilessly down onto Dahye's pale, soft ass.
It hurt—so much it hurt—but it felt good. The pain melted into sweet pleasure, sweeping through the exorcist's entire body.
"Hey, hey, how many times do I gotta teach you, Exorcist? When I shove my dick in, you gotta work those hips and pussy hard to serve me, right? You still haven't internalized that bitch mindset, huh?"
"Ugh…♡ I'm sorryyy♡ I did it wrong♡ Forgive me♡"
Her ass glowed bright red from the relentless spanking, and humiliating apologies spilled repeatedly from Dahye's lips.
Once her attitude had softened enough, a thick finger invaded her dripping entrance.
Having already taken one load of cum, the mix of her juices and semen squelched stickily inside her, the lewd sounds filling the room.
"Next time, ungh, I'll do it right♡ I'll serve this bitch pussy properly♡"
"Yeah, yeah, let's do better, huh? You're a total loser who can't do housework or make friends, so you gotta excel at this at least. Right?"
"Ahh…♡ That's mean…♡"
"Sorry if that hurt your feelings. As atonement, I'll rub your favorite spot."
"Eeeek…♡♡ Ahh♡"
True to his word, he expertly teased her most sensitive spot, and Dahye screamed as she climaxed again.
His fingers ravaged her insides for a good while before finally withdrawing.
But the void was quickly filled as his cock thrust in.
Her pussy, utterly conquered by Igyeol's hands, slurped it up—schlorp—swallowing him deep without resistance.
"You remember that bitch mindset from earlier, right? You're not a crow—you won't forget already."
"Haa…♡♡ I remember, I remember…♡ Use Dahye's bitch dog pussy however you want…♡ Stuff it full with big brother Igyeol's huge cock… torment me… ahh…♡"
"That's right, good girl."
Dahye diligently repeated her vows of submission, and Igyeol encouraged her by pistoning his dick.
He pinned her down from behind like crushing her underfoot, pressing his body fully against hers—schlop schlop paang paang.
From the side, she looked like a sandwich squished between Igyeol and the bed, lost in ecstasy as his cock battered her womb with every deep thrust.
"Nooo♡ Don't pin me from above♡ It feels too good♡"
"Hic, hiic, I'm cumming, cumming♡ Dahye's pathetic weak pussy, hiiik♡, cumming♡ I admit defeat♡ Ah, uoooh, uhiik♡ …Aaaaaaaahhh♡♡!!"
Dahye climaxed. Properly etching Igyeol's training and her absolute obedience to him deep into her heart.
His discipline continued afterward.
Dahye soaked it up like a sponge, steadily molded into the perfect bitch he desired.
"Urgh, cumming…!"
And once again, he seeded her pussy raw. No condom in sight…
"Haa, feels great. Dumped a ton again… Feels good, but don't get cocky, got it?"
"I… won't… I won't get cocky…♡"
Even after he finished, his still-hard cock mushily stimulated her guts, and Dahye panted promises of obedience.
Slurp slurp schlop. After cumming, cleanup fellatio was mandatory.
Dahye, now numb to the idea, diligently sucked his cock clean.
She licked the surface—reeking of mixed cum and juices—with devoted care.
Then she meticulously sucked out every last drop from his urethra.
'Huh… how many… days has it been…?'
She needed to investigate. But… what was she investigating again…?
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The day after meeting the Hwang Eol University student, the exorcist immediately began digging into the suspicious club.
[Women's Only Board Game Club]
That was the name of the shady group making waves.
It spread mostly by word-of-mouth among acquaintances, or occasionally via posters on campus boards.
An unregistered, unofficial group with no fixed clubroom.
Members communicated solely via a special SNS app that periodically auto-deleted chat logs.
Entry required a grueling interview, and genuine board game enthusiasts were usually rejected outright.
Rumors swirled of an entry fee or priority intros to high-paying part-time gigs.
Perfect bait for cash-strapped female college students.
Especially naive freshmen clueless about the world and low on caution—their prime targets, hinting at sinister intent.
Dahye followed the rumor trail, but hit a dead end fast.
No fixed clubroom. They'd pick spots on the fly via group chat—nearby noraebang karaoke or cheap party rooms.
No physical base meant no direct approach.
She considered staking out the next meetup, but the group chat had exploded over a week ago—no updates since.
'Was Yesl's sloppiness because of that?'
Yesl was the freshman she'd met before. The one under hypnosis spell from the Hwang Eol cafe intro.
Her concealment spell had been sloppy, interrupted by her roommate—everything felt amateurish.
If the culprits hit an unexpected snag and rushed to shut down and flee, it all made sense.
'Group chat blew up about 8 days ago…? Two days after I got the commission from the school…?'
The same day Igyeol showed up.
Too coincidental for chance.
Dahye grew anxious. Her only lead to the masterminds had fizzled into nothing, leaving her as frustrated as she was motivated.
With the trail cold, she might need a total strategy overhaul—and fast.
To catch them before it was too late.
They might've bolted already, but she'd worry later.
They were sly criminals who'd slipped her grasp despite the lead.
Miss them now, and they'd return sneakier. No guarantee she'd nab them next time…
"Th-that's… what I've been saying…! This isn't the time for this… cut it out alreadyyy…!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just hold the pose a bit longer? Like this…"
Precious golden time slipped away.
And amid it all, Exorcist Dahye stood in the middle of the clubroom in the most obscene pose imaginable.
The room reeked of musky sex and her own bitch-in-heat scent.
In that air, Dahye wore freaky lingerie that left pussy and nipples exposed, blindfolded, standing there.
A belt of used condoms dangled from her waist—for his amusement.
A vibrator remote clipped to her thigh belt, linked to the one in her pussy.
Igyeol leisurely filmed her.
He'd started with his smartphone, but now used pro-grade camera gear borrowed from somewhere.
Dahye's friend Jiyun assisted—holding reflectors, adjusting lights, or cheering to boost Dahye's "motivation."
The humiliating photoshoot dragged on forever before ending.
Not her first rodeo—she'd already shot way raunchier, more shameless vids.
If he blackmailed her with those pics or footage, Dahye could do nothing but obey.
Shed taken those shots… Heiress of a prestigious lineage, images she could never let see the light…
Anyway, once done, she was finally freed.
Blindfold and condoms off, vibrator yanked out, she glared daggers at the man who'd shamed her.
"Mister, you done giving up on catching the perp? You said you'd help, but now the lead's gone so you're quitting?"
Plenty to hate him for, but this irked her most.
Getting toyed with? Inevitable, she'd accepted—sort of. No full buy-in, but she'd rationalized it these past days.
Shed bide her time, reclaim freedom, get revenge.
Tenfold—no, a hundredfold payback.
Hed regret being born.
But him reneging on his word? Infuriating.
Hed promised aid. Catch the scum preying on innocents, luring naive coeds.
Shed believed him. Thought his power could do anything.
"Ooh, great shots, Exorcist. Wanna see?"
"……."
She shot him a venomous glare laced with resentment and rage.
But the fury fell flat.
Instead, an undeniable fondness welled up.
Aaah, this is ridiculous. Couldn't even properly hate the guy doing this to her.
A powerful exorcist like her could turn anger into curses.
Shed tried tormenting him that way…
"Don't make that face, Exorcist. You'll get wrinkles."
"……."
"I know, I know what you're thinking. Wanna do a 3P with your friend next? Or get under her for some vibrator lesbian action? Either way, killer pics."
"……."
"Kidding, kidding. Scary face—cut it out, seriously, wrinkles."
Igyeol kept yakking casually, eyes glued to the camera.
"No worries about the perps. I might look clueless, but I've got it covered. Knew from the start they were Cheonmyeong University students."
"Huh?"
Dahye, mid-glare, blurted dumbly.
What'd he just say? Perps are Cheonmyeong students? Knew from the beginning?
She opened her mouth to demand what that meant.
But a sharp knock knock cut her off.
Almost no one visited her clubroom. Appointments required in advance.
None today.
"Get the door, friend."
Jiyun headed over without hesitation.
Dahye jolted. Blindfold and condoms gone, sure—but she was still indecent. Room stank of sex toys and fresh evidence.
She scrambled for cloth to cover up.
No such courtesy—the door swung open.
In walked a strikingly glamorous beauty.
No greeting, just blankly standing there.
Unfazed by the room's vibe or shirtless Igyeol.
"Come in, come in."
Igyeol ushered her inside, shut the door.
Turned to Dahye.
"There ya go, Exorcist. Your perp. Lucky break."
He clapped, chirping "Good job~."
The exorcist couldn't process it.
