Chapter 127: 13. Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)

Morning. Ma Yeon-ju woke up late.

"…."

Her head was foggy. Her condition was so poor that for a moment, she couldn't even recall who she was, where she was, or what she'd been doing.

'Me…. what the hell….'

She immediately tried to piece together her memories. As usual, she'd opened the sashimi restaurant, slicing fish that probably wouldn't all sell while killing time. Then some punk-ass thugs had shown up.

They didn't seem to be targeting her specifically. Probably just passing by, spotted the place, and wandered in. They ate quietly enough, but then started bitching about parasites in the sashimi or some bullshit, picking a fight to try and assault her.

'No choice but to kill them all…. Word getting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠around that the sashimi shop owner fights like a demon wouldn't do me any favors….'

And after that….

'No memories…?'

When she came to, her whole body was bound to the bed, something hot pistoning wildly between her spread legs. Hot breath blasted her face, her breasts kneaded like dough.

Rape. She'd been raped.

'Fuck….'

No matter how much she'd devoted her life to the nation, the shock of rape wasn't something she could just shrug off. And this wasn't ordinary rape.

As she endured the pain and disgust to assess the situation, suddenly drugs were injected into her. Before the thought 'I'm fucked' could even finish, every nerve in her body went haywire, spewing ecstasy. The man's cock, which had felt agonizing before, now felt utterly blissful.

She came in 10 seconds flat. That's when she knew her life was over. No way she could stay sane after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that.

And then more drugs on top. After that, no memories. Just a fragmented bit lingering in her mind: 'Blissful enough to die.'

Squish, squish.

"…?"

The sound grating her ears and the faint tingle from below. Someone messing around first thing in the morning? She looked down—and it was her own hand plunging into her pussy.

"!!!"

Legs splayed wide, savagely fingering a dry hole that wasn't even wet.

"Th-this…!"

She stopped her hand. It trembled violently. Bringing it to her face, there was barely any wetness. She'd been stabbing away like that without getting aroused—and without arousal, she was still stabbing away.

Squish, squish.

"Ah…."

Now her other hand was at it. Unconsciously, it felt imprinted: 'Pussy gets stabbed.'

'Fuck….'

She was certain now. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Her life was over.

Squish, squish.

"You know these guys, right?"

Baekseol, informed that Ma Yeon-ju was awake, had printed out photos and come to her. She showed them one by one.

"NIS agents disguised as crew on a deep-sea fishing vessel from the Pacific. They're all caught now. You'll see the real things soon enough."

Squish, squish.

"V's in here too. All of you pretending to be Seo Eun-mi's mom and dad—you've completely failed."

Squish, squish.

"Eut, ugh."

"…She's not listening at all."

Baekseol lowered her hand. It seemed pointless. Ma Yeon-ju was fingering herself so desperately right now.

"Ahh, whyyy…."

"Hm."

Legs spread to the limit, three fingers jammed in, stabbing away. Baekseol had watched for a good ten minutes or more, but no love juices emerged—no matter how desperately she went at her parched, dry pussy. It should've hurt like hell by now, but Ma Yeon-ju kept masturbating anyway.

"Ugh."

"Completely broken."

Ma Yeon-ju glared sharply at Baekseol for a moment. But she couldn't argue back. She thought the same herself.

'Why…. why can't I feel anything…!!!'

When she first woke, there'd been faint pleasure. But now? Nothing. Stabbing so fiercely, yet no sensation in her pussy.

Fine, whatever. The real problem was her brain constantly craving pleasure. The moment the sensation cut off even briefly, warning sirens blared in her head—too noisy even for Ma Yeon-ju's strong will to endure. No wonder she unconsciously kept fingering.

She needed the pleasure to silence the sirens, but no pleasure came. Her body's pleasure nerves were totally fried.

"Hek, ugh, ugh."

Tears streamed down Ma Yeon-ju's face. The mental agony was unbearable. Better if she'd just died outright than survive in this pathetic state.

"Tsk tsk."

Baekseol shook her head and left the room. Some intervention seemed necessary.

"…That drug's some serious shit."

"Seems using the triple-dose enhancer with narcotics together made it worse."

"Hm."

Come to think of it, yeah. Even one alone fucks your life—dosing both at once? Plus rape on top. Staying sane after that would make you a superhuman.

"Any data she had?"

"There was a space under the sashimi shop storing data, but it was linked to her body. By the time I got there, everything was wiped."

"Set to delete the moment she passed out, huh."

"Probably only slept scheduled times. Protocol to erase everything if consciousness lapsed otherwise."

"So zero gains?"

"Recovering now, but it'll take time."

"Sheesh."

Pretty thorough setup. Ha Eun-young, infiltrating Prestige, had fabricated a whole human history to fool everyone. The dad agent disguised as a deep-sea fishing captain, vanishing into the ocean to dodge eyes. Probably coordinating reports and info from scattered agents.

This guy's V. And mom-agent Ma Yeon-ju ran the sashimi shop to support Ha Eun-young while handling intel hyper-sensitively—any slip, and data self-deletes. It did just now.

'If I couldn't see stats, I wouldn't have even suspected Seo Eun-mi.'

No suspicion of her, no catching Ma Yeon-ju or these guys. Thinking of her reports, I might've even faced an assassination attempt.

I scolded myself for a flicker of pity. Pity my ass. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Left alone, I could've been assassinated or terrorized. All self-inflicted. Who told them to spy?

"Let's check her face after a day."

Squish, squish.

Ma Yeon-ju was just as they'd described. Fingering her pussy with such desperate, pathetic longing. Her mound was already so swollen it made me wince, but she wouldn't stop.

And holy fuck, what the hell is that. Bolded with asterisks even. Pushed all her original traits aside. First time seeing something like this. All nuked in one go?

No need for Ninelord here.

'But she picked up insane drug addiction and a bunch of other bolded nasty traits at a glance….'

Stats tanked hard too. Combat was over 120, now under 100. Will was 120+, halved.

Scary as shit.

'Can't use her for the pussy house. Gotta be real gentle.'

I'd been through drug addiction myself. Mine didn't have asterisks or bolding. Still felt like dying from withdrawal. Hers….

"She's been like that nonstop. Doesn't seem to feel any pleasure."

"Serious. Think shoving my dick in would help?"

"…Ahut?"

Reacting to my words, Ma Yeon-ju looked my way. Mouth opening like she wanted to speak, but she clamped it shut and dove back into masturbating.

'Was gonna beg me to fuck her?'

If so, kinda hot. Wanting my cock but clinging to her last scraps of will, refusing to fall that far. That desperate look.

"This is part of the experiment too."

I stripped. Already rock hard. Climbing onto the bed, she looked up with a complicated mix of anticipation.

She scooted back a bit, but subtly spread her legs wider—the contradictory act was pretty arousing. I yanked her hand out and slammed my cock into her pussy.

Squelch!

"Ugh?!"

Incredibly tight and dry welcomed me. After all that fingering, if it's still this bad, her pleasure nerves might be straight-up burned out.

"Ah, eut."

Her face was subtle. Not really feeling pleasure. Arms flailing, mouth gaping, gurgling—like chasing faint scraps of sensation.

Schlick. I thrust back and forth. Her pussy clenched flatly like a virgin's first time—no trace of yesterday's sopping, slutty masterpiece.

"Ahh, aaah…. Whyyy…. Why is this happening…."

Tears gushed from Ma Yeon-ju's eyes.

"She's no good. Someone get drugs."

Body that can't feel without drugs. Ma Yeon-ju had become a woman who could only cum from drugged sex.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Without my care, you'll live like this forever~."

While waiting for the drugs, I fingered her pussy. She didn't even think to resist—just sobbed.

"Brought them, Master."

"Inject."

The secretary jabbed the needle into Ma Yeon-ju's sobbing neck. Triple pleasure amplifier. Veins swelled rapidly from the site, spreading through her body before settling.

And then—

"Kuhuk??!"

Ma Yeon-ju's body jerked.

"Hauck, agh! Th-this, uheuk??!!"

"Oh."

Juices started flowing.

"That too."

"Yes."

New narcotic added. She writhed like possessed, moaning wildly. Her face—desperate, pathetic, drowning in despair and self-loathing—filled with ecstasy.

"Aah! Ahuk! Fuck me more!"

Suddenly, a great idea hit me.

"Why should I?"

I pulled out and had the secretaries bind her limbs.

"!!!"

Ma Yeon-ju stared at me with a lost, despairing expression.