Chapter 125: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi) – Seo Eun-mi's Mom, the Suspected NIS Agent?

Ma Yeon-ju (wearing Inpi mask)

Age: 29

Affiliation: National Intelligence Service of the Republic of Korea

Species: Human

Martial Prowess: 122

Will: 121

Tech: 118

Leadership: 89

Charm: 72

<Traits> Patriotism, Steadfast Mind, Acting…

<Virginity>

Mouth: Virgin

Pussy: Virgin

Asshole: Virgin

She's too young to be the mother of 23-year-old Seo Eun-mi. No way she got pregnant and gave birth at age 6. Plus, she's a virgin. As expected, it's all a disguise. The whole "Seo Eun-mi's mom" role is fake. And right on cue, the Inpi mask mention.

'Her stats are pretty damn good, though. Way better than Ha Eun-young's. Is she the elite line?'

She's not quite on par with Seung-hee here giving me her pussy report from above me, but Seung-hee is basically an overall manager or chief secretary level talent. Ma Yeon-ju has team leader-grade stats. Of course, all my current secretary team leaders are way beyond team leader ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠level, so it's a bit embarrassing to compare, but standard-wise, her stats are textbook team leader material.

'A talent like this sticking with the NIS just for patriotism? Feels like she's the last bastion of the nation or something.'

Her patriotism is even stronger than Ha Eun-young's. It's bolded in the traits. Means it's way above the normal level—probably burning ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with patriotic fire. No clue what that's like. Some kind of national pride junkie?? Whatever. Now that she's my property, I can figure her out slowly.

"Seol-ah. That's an Inpi mask. Take it off."

"Pardon?"

Baekseol listened, then scrutinized the woman's—Ma Yeon-ju's—face. She let out an "Ah!" of admiration.

"M-my lord, how did you know about something like this…!"

"I have my ways of seeing everything."

Riiip!

The seamless Inpi mask peeled off, revealing Ma Yeon-ju's real face.

"Hm."

Pretty damn hot. Worth fucking for sure.

"Tell the girls outside to wash her up. Keep an eye on her, just in case."

"Yes, my lord."

Baekseol dragged Ma Yeon-ju out.

"Now, how should I fuck her to make it the tastiest~."

Squish!

"Guh?!"

"Seung-hee-ya, squeeze tighter. Make me cum in three minutes."

"Y-yes…!"

+++

Baekseol returned. Ma Yeon-ju was still out cold, limp as a ragdoll, but her whole body was fresh and dry, with just a hint of moisture in her hair and pussy fur—like she'd just been cleaned to show it off.

In the meantime, I'd finished one round of Seung-hee's pussy report and moved on to conditioning prep. Nothing fancy. Just the pleasure doubler drug I squeezed out of Min Ji-ah and my special new narcotic. Gonna experiment on this bitch with them.

'Start with face-fucking, then jab her when she wakes up.'

If she breaks… well, sucks, but what can you do? With even regular-patriot Ha Eun-young being a pain, how the hell do I tame one with bolded patriotism? Experiment, play around, and if she turns out good, great. If not, scrap her…

"Still, I'm a gentleman who values beauties, so I'll hook her up with the new narcotic. Minimal side effects."

Heavy addiction, though.

Baekseol and the knights carefully lifted Ma Yeon-ju onto the bed. Seung-hee brought handcuffs and secured her arms and legs to the bedposts tight. Especially her legs—spread wide left and right, like a big shape with her limbs stretched out. Well, arms were cuffed together above her head and linked to the bed, so not exactly.

"Now this is textbook POW humiliation."

Her slightly dewy pussy fur and the neat, closed lips of her cunt below it were on full display. Cock hard, I climbed onto the bed. Felt the plush sink under me as I knee-walked between her legs.

Schlick.

Rubbed my glans against her pussy entrance.

"Does this bitch fight well? As an agent, she must be decent at least."

Her martial stat was a whopping 122, after all.

"Among humans, she's top-tier. Killed a dozen grown men with a single sashimi knife."

"Oh?"

Baekseol projected a hologram in front of me. Footage of Inpi-masked Ma Yeon-ju dancing with a sashimi knife in a fish market. Like a movie scene.

"Badass."

Knife fighting, right? No flashiness—just brutally practical slashes, savage and cool as hell.

"Even a monster like this is just +1 to my virgin count in the end."

Pushed my glans in a bit, then slammed down, deflowering her.

Squelch!

Root-deep in one thrust.

"Ngh, mmph."

Even as her virginity broke, Ma Yeon-ju just grimaced—no waking up.

Fuck yeah. Love engraving my name like that.

Squelch, thrust, drove deeper, flattening her body completely under me. Spread her legs to kill any resistance, letting my full weight sink her even further.

Squeeze, grind, rub.

Savoring her inner walls, rolling my hips to explore her flesh.

"Ah, ngh, mm."

Watched her face twist then relax in cycles. Kissed her mouth, then cheeks, jaw, collarbone—sucking as I went. Moved to armpits and tits, devouring her like a full-course meal.

Once I'd enjoyed her body enough, I started properly pistoning my hips. Her full tits jiggled with every thrust, her pretty face scrunching tighter.

"Yeon-ju-ya."

"…"

"Wake up."

"Mmph."

"You're getting fucked."

"Ngh, guh."

How deep was she out? Damn.

"Ahh."

Her consciousness was rising, though. Seung-hee with the syringe sidled up.

"Eun-mi's mom."

"…"

"Eun-mi's pussy was tasty, but Mom's cunt has some insane grip too."

"…"

Her busy-fluttering eyelids froze. The faint moans from her mouth stopped. Breathing evened out. Like she'd plunged into even deeper sleep.

'She's awake.'

She'd sliced up all those thugs like a pro, but wakes up to some chaebol punk raping her. Bet her brain's spinning, assessing the situation.

"Seol-ah, she won't wake—what'd you use to knock her out?"

She knew she was caught, but Baekseol played along casually.

"Struck her neck. She should be coming around soon, though. Weird."

"Yeah?"

Thrust!

Harder this time. Yeon-ju let out a sharp "Guh!"

"Heh. Sleep tight. Must be sleep-deprived."

Let's see how long she keeps acting.

Grabbed her legs, dragged her down. Her bed-anchored arms lifted higher, exposing more armpit. Perfect for viewing—and sucking.

Slurp.

Sucked right in.

"!!"

Dug into the soft flesh, teasing with my tongue, then the other side. Ma Yeon-ju twisted, face twisting oddly.

Climbed to her face. Licked her grimace.

"Ah—"

Felt her freak out in disgust. Went for her mouth but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skipped it. Too risky—might bite hard suddenly.

"Sleeps like the dead."

Licked her face till it was drool-soaked, still no wake-up.

"Will she stir if I creampie her?"

She twitched a bit at "creampie." Instinctive dread for any woman. But no full ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wake-up. Biding her time for an opening, smooth-sailing the humiliation now, plotting later.

'Won't happen, Yeon-ju-ya.'

No chances for you.

"Seung-hee-ya, inject."

"Yes."

She grabbed Ma Yeon-ju's face, jabbed the syringe into her nape.

"!!!"

Finally, Ma Yeon-ju's eyes snapped open, body writhing.

"Awake? Pretending was tiring."

"You…!"

Seung-hee pushed the plunger. The full syringe emptied in.

"Agh…! Ah, guh…?!?"

Veins ballooned from the injection site, muscles tensed grotesquely. Kinda gross, but it spread and faded quick.

"Oh, ooh…?!"

Seung-hee had injected the triple-pleasure drug. Reaction hit instant. Her pussy clenched, squirting lightly.

"Whoa. Killer."

"Hahk, wh-what, what did you… eugh…!!"

"What? Giving you expensive premium stuff."

Seung-hee tossed the empty syringe, grabbed the next, jabbed her nape again.

"Aaaagh!!"

Triples pleasure, but amps pain some too, apparently. Yeon-ju thrashed wildly.

Whatever—Seung-hee pushed the plunger. This one's the new narcotic.

"Heh…???"

Two shots in, her tight gripping cunt turned sopping, plush paradise. Deep thrusts felt amazing now.

"Nice to meet you, Ma Yeon-ju."

Pounded away, then creampied. She screamed—despair? Ecstasy? No telling—as she climaxed hard.