Pursuit (Part 2)
I had to find the missing senior. Not if possible, but absolutely. And ahead of everyone else in the company.
I'd already wrung every last bit of necessary info out of the detective. No point crashing their sticky sisters' date any longer—it wasn't polite—so I decided to cut them loose around then. Of course, I couldn't just say goodbye plain; I performed the farewell rite by pumping a nice hot load deep into the exorcist's adorable little asshole.
Next, I slurped noisily at Detective's perky nipples, sucking hard and fantasizing what her milk might taste like if it came gushing out—savoring the sensation on my tongue tip.
The finale was an alternating taste-test, lapping thickly at Detective's pussy then the exorcist's, crisscrossing back and forth. I wrapped up my polite send-off by meticulously comparing their rich flavors on my tongue.
Since it was a karaoke room, they hadn't washed up proper, so I'd been curious what raw scents and tastes they'd have. No matter how pretty a girl, you can't hide the musk of sweat mixed with pussy juice.
'But even that smell feeling so erotic and delicious... must be 'cause this big sis is a total knockout.'
Big sis, though she was actually younger than me. Still, she had this weird charm that made me want to call her noona and follow her lead.
Kwon Jihyun.
Anyway, while leisurely savoring their flowing juices, I double-confirmed their virginities before finally sending the pair off nice and tidy.
So, next stop—
Gulp. I swallowed the tea she'd poured, Adam's apple bobbing. No poison, of course. I knew damn well this woman in front of me wasn't the type to enjoy that method.
"Tasty, right? My special blend. Well, half of it Alice Section Chief taught me."
"...It has flavor."
"Oh? Getting honest, are we? Does that mean Rita's finally starting to like life here?"
As if. Kang Rita shot Red Deputy Manager a glare brimming with resentment.
"Skip the bullshit—what the hell is this outfit? Every damn time, you have the worst taste."
"Really? To me, it's just cute enough to devour."
It'd been two full days since Kang Rita had opened her eyes in this dank basement. In that short span, she'd endured the humiliation of three outfit changes.
But they weren't normal clothes, which left her extremely pissed right now.
"Why the hell are you making me wear this crap..."
Her body was barely covered by a furry bikini that precariously hid just her nipples and privates. Adorable cat-ear headband on her head, massive cat-paw gloves on her hands gripping the teacup. A trashy black cat cosplay, basically.
Right before: gloomy menhera goth-loli style. Before that: a cleavage-baring nurse uniform.
Forcing her into these humiliating cosplay getups over and over.
"Ufufu, so cute. Too cute~~. Knew my eye wouldn't fail me! It fits like a glove!"
Red Deputy Manager beamed in ecstasy, not hiding the thick smile on her lips.
Rita knew her a bit, but they'd never been close enough for her to suspect this perverted taste lurking underneath.
"Now, strike a pose. Higher score pics get you fancier food!"
"...Don't care."
Rita snapped curtly but followed Red Deputy Manager's orders anyway, camera raised—sticking out her ass, striking cat-like poses of utter humiliation.
Each flash brought a wave of soul-crushing shame; she swallowed a deep sigh inside.
'How long do I have to play along with this madwoman's tune?'
Impulse to just black out like before surged, but she shook her head, shoving it down.
—If you black out again, it'll be trouble. Who do you think cleaned up your shit and piss while you were out?
—Stripped off all your soiled clothes, soaked in filth.
...Well, not just for that.
Of course, unconscious during those gaps, no clue what really happened to her body. But Red Deputy Manager's words didn't sound like bluffing.
She'd steeled herself—even if killed or defiled while out, no choice. Still, hearing it so bluntly made casually blacking out a tough call.
'But if it's real danger, no hesitation.'
If Red tried prying company secrets through her mouth. Or hypnotizing her.
Then she'd blow her own fuse without a second thought.
Fortunate so far—no real hypnosis attempts. Red seemed content as long as Rita didn't pull the extreme shutdown, keeping it at this level.
No idea what her game was.
Right now, she was lost in dressing Rita up like a doll, toying with her.
'What the hell does she want from me?'
Rita eyed her warily nonstop but yielded in the end—spreading her legs M-style, squatting down, letting shame soak her voice as she mewled, "Nyaa~."
...Not because she wanted to. Just to appease Red Deputy Manager. And snag slightly less pathetic chow.
Mmm... Ungh... Slurp... Schlick...
The pervy photoshoot dragged over an hour before curtain call. Right after, as always, Kang Rita was trapped tight in Red Deputy Manager's arms, toyed with thickly.
Kiss after deep kiss. Saliva tangling stickily, tongues coiling like snakes in endless, gooey makeouts.
Red's springy perky tits mashed flawlessly against Rita's slightly bigger, softer ones, rubbing lewdly.
Kang Rita felt her body heat up unnaturally...
"You... put something in that tea earlier..."
"Oh? You knew and drank it anyway? I've been so kindly feeding it to you every time. Don't worry—it's just a super-diluted company special aphrodisiac. No nasty side effects."
Effects were mild, sure. Body burned hot, but not enough to lose reason... Just hypersensitive skin, a bit more frantic craving for pleasure.
Red Deputy Manager's hands roamed stickily over Rita's body like that, kneading.
Couldn't help it—"Ahng...♡"—sweet moans spilling out.
Red devoured Rita's panting lips in a swallow-kiss, slowly sliding down to greedily grope her tits, suck her nipples.
Then hands lower, fiddling her wetting pussy, rolling her swollen clit teasingly with tongue tip.
Rita lost even the will to resist. Aphro's pull? Pleasure erosion? Her mind melted fluffy like cotton candy.
'Gotta... snap out of it...'
Eeeek...!
But clit and pussy lips tormented relentlessly, Rita crossed climax threshold humiliatingly fast.
Couldn't believe her body caved to pleasure so pathetically quick. Was I always this weak to stim? Some shoddy junk body?
"Ah, ahn... No...!"
Bladder loosening? Piss started leaking.
Stop, please stop. Tried blocking somehow, couldn't. Face burned.
"Hehe, pissypants♡ So cute...♡"
Red released Rita's quivering clit from her mouth, shoved her face close to Rita's slack, drooly lips.
Hot breath, licking gums slippery. Then lapping, rubbing her flushed cheeks.
Pouring twisted, sickly sticky "affection" all over her body...
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Pitch-black room, lights off. Only the flickering TV screen lit the space as sole light source.
Baek Arin huddled on the sofa, knees pulled up, staring ghost-like at the blinking screen.
Today was a drought-ending rare holiday for her. Damn "Noise" popped up anytime, holidays be damned.
So on official days off, she'd pre-arrange nearby magical girl offices to cover her zone.
At least today, she could blank her brain on those tiresome "Noise."
"......."
Thick blanket pulled over her head, she just lay corpse-still, eyes fixed on the TV.
Her usual sparkling public eyes were dead. The starry glint in her signature pupils dulled to haze.
Click, clack—
Dull rhythm amid TV drone: industrial utility knife gripped in her pale hand.
Blade out cold, back in—mechanical repeat, each tick-tack.
"......."
Stygian dark room, no lights, she sat motionless in silence.
Staring blankly at the TV with unfocused eyes—but did any of that content even register in those empty pupils? Doubtful.
Room echoed hollow with meaningless TV noise.
Then, anomaly shattered the quiet.
~♬ ~~♪
Smartphone blared rowdily, breaking the hush. Glanced down: caller ID read [Sexy Manager-nim].
Odd. Manager swore never to contact on her holidays, no matter what.
Hit call button, pressed to ear.
But the voice from the receiver wasn't her manager's.
"Excuse me. Is this Stellaris Hope's phone?"
"......."
"Hello? Hmm. Not picking up? You are Hope, right?"
A beat late: "...Yes," low reply.
Caller finally relaxed, connection confirmed.
"Whew, scared me. Your vibe's different from what I know? Just woken up? Sorry then."
"...Business? Who are you? Why Manager's number?"
"Ah, sorry. Should've introduced first."
Over smartphone, he politely named himself.
"First time greeting you. Han Igyeol from Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co."
"Sorry for the suddenness, but I've kidnapped your manager. Want her back safe? Come to your office now."
Click, clack.
Baek Arin's utility knife sounded in her grip.