Chapter 128: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)
"Even if it doesn't look like it, I've got tons of pussies I can use. You think there's any reason I have to fuck yours? Huh?"
I deliberately flashed a sleazy grin and shook my cock like I was showing it off. Not with my own hand, of course—the secretary next to me did it. Eventually, she even kept jerking me off on her own without me holding her wrist.
"Wh-what the fuck is this!!! You turn my body into this and—!!!"
She thrashed like a demon, her face twisting in rage as her body bucked wildly. She still had some strength left, making the bed creak and jolt. And through it all, her pussy was drooling juices in the most pathetic way...
"But hey, I'm not all bad, you know? I've got a heart. Some compassion and all that."
I approached her again. I pressed my glans right against her pitiful, leaking slit between her legs.
"Hahk!"
Just that was enough to make her arch her back like a bowstring snapping.
"I'll give you a chance. Cooperate nicely, and I'll fuck you just as much as you deserve. Hmm... let's start with the basics?"
I slipped the tip in just a little. It was already soaking wet down there.
"Give me a proper answer, and I'll thrust in five times. Lie, and I'll smack your thighs nice and hard."
Smacking her thighs might not sound like much, but this bitch was dosed with a pleasure-tripling drug. It didn't amp up the pain quite as much, but her other senses were heightened too, so she'd feel it way more intensely.
About 1.5 to 2 times more, maybe?
That alone was a hell of a lot.
"F-five... thrusts...?"
She didn't even seem to register the punishment part, just mumbling those words like she was starving for it.
I asked her, "You're an NIS agent, right?"
"!!"
Her eyes went wide. Not exactly a shocker—I'd already called her by name plenty of times. She could've pieced it together from that. Confirming what was already out there would net her a whopping five thrusts.
"Answer me. Yes or no."
I gripped my cock and swirled it around her entrance. The tip dipped in and out with wet squelches, teasing her pussy while she bucked and panted.
"I'm telling you to speak. Or no deep thrusts for you."
"Ugh, urgh!"
Her conflicted expression was so damn hot I wanted to ram in right then, but I held back.
"N-no... no...!"
"No?"
"..."
Not desperate enough yet.
Smack!
I slapped her inner thigh. The sharp crack and stinging tingle made my palm buzz, and she let out a piercing shriek: "Kyaaak-!"
It hurt her good.
"Looks like you don't get it."
As a teaser, I shoved my cock in. Squelch!
"Oogk?!!!"
I buried it to the hilt, parting her drenched inner walls, stirred it a couple times, then pulled right out. Her pussy clung greedily, but it popped free with a wet shlop.
"H-heuk!"
She shook her empty hips desperately, trying to recapture it.
Told you to answer right.
"Ah, aah...!"
"Answer properly next time if you want more. No more teasers."
"Ugh..."
I pressed my glans against her even wetter pussy.
"Asking again. You're an NIS agent, right?"
"Ahk, ugh."
Ma Yeon-ju squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, holding out—until she suddenly slammed her hips forward. I dodged just in time.
"Oh?"
Smack!
"Aak!"
"Want it that bad? Then answer. Are you an NIS agent? I'm asking 'cause I already know everything."
"You... fucking... bastard...!"
"Wanna get edged every day?"
"...!"
"Ten seconds. Answer. 10, 9..."
Tears streamed down Ma Yeon-ju's face. She agonized until the last count, then parted her lips with a grimace.
"Y-yes...!"
"Yes? You're confirming you're an NIS agent?"
"..."
She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Every emotion flashed across her face. The patriotic bitch in bold had finally broken.
Drugs were fucking brutal.
That's why I kicked my addiction first. No other way.
Time to deliver as promised.
"Good answer. Here's your reward."
"Aah...!"
I thrust in with force. Not all at once like before—slowly, but not too slow, parting her walls.
"Ahk, aang, aaaah...!!"
As my cock sank deeper, Ma Yeon-ju's mouth gaped wider, her moans choking out like she was dying.
And we were just getting started.
"How's it feel? Good?"
"Nngh!"
"Admit it feels good, and I'll give you three more."
"!!"
Her pussy clenched harder.
"G-good...!"
"Yeah~?"
I started pumping. Pulled out slow to savor it, then slammed back in. Squelch!
"Aak!!"
Her perfect body went wild. Face flushing crimson, twisting every which way, hips bucking like mad. Hard to believe this pussy had been virgin-tight just yesterday—it was plush, molten, and soaked.
Squelch! Squelch!
"F-fu-fucking... great!!"
Maybe 'cause it felt too good, but she spewed curses the whole time. First woman to curse while I railed her—refreshing.
"That's eight, as promised."
"Aah...?!!"
I pulled out after eight, and Ma Yeon-ju—way hornier now—freaked, shaking her hips in shock.
"Wh-what are you doing!! Keep fucking me! Fuck me, I said!!!"
Legs bound to the bed, her pussy danced lewdly. So nasty, so novel.
"Know what to do if you want more?"
"!!"
"Next question."
I pressed down on her belly and brought my glans to her pussy.
"...!"
She tensed up, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, snorting like she was facing war.
After that big thrust, time for easy questions with small rewards to keep her teasingly desperate.
That way, when I dangled a huge prize, she'd spill on the big stuff. Like about Seo Eun-mi.
Of course, I'd use her misconception for that. She had to believe I knew everything. So every answer needed spot-on reward or punishment. Repeat enough, and she'd get it: He really knows it all! Lying's pointless!
Once she sold out her colleagues, limits off. She'd spill everything for pussy pleasure.
"You're 29 this year, right? Two thrusts."
"T-two...?"
"Yes or no."
"...Yes."
Two thrusts.
"A-euk! M-more, more...!"
"Begging for more mid-thrust?"
"Keep... fucking me...!"
"Yeah. That's two."
"!!!"
Her face twisted in despair.
"Ma Yeon-ju's your real name, right? Three thrusts."
"T-too few... at least ten—"
"Keep yapping? Two."
"You fucking asshole!!"
Cut the number, and she snaps—then rolls over quick.
"So, Ma Yeon-ju? Yes or no."
"...Yes."
She shoved her pussy forward again. Squelch!
"Euk!!"
I kept up the small questions, spacing them out with chit-chat to drag it longer.
"Just teases... give me... real questions!"
Now she was begging for them. Real, critical ones.
"Real questions?"
"..."
She realized her slip and clamped her mouth, then nodded slightly, head turned away.
Easy.
Drug for the win.
I pulled out my phone and showed her pics of the prisoners—from Go Min-ji.
"One of these is your NIS colleague, right?"
"!!"
Big one. Betray a teammate.
Ma Yeon-ju's eyes shook violently.
"Like I said, I know everything. There's one here. Right?"
"Ah... aah..."
"Answer straight. Twenty thrusts."
"!!!"
Her eyes bulged.
"Tw-twenty...?!"
"Yeah. Twenty. Hot enough to cum, maybe?"
"...!"
Ma Yeon-ju agonized fiercely. Selling out a colleague took time, right?
"Th-there... is..."
"Oh."
"Here... one..."
Way faster than I thought.
"One of these is your NIS colleague?"
"Yes! There is! Hurry and fu—"
Squelch!
"—Aaaak!!"
"Heh. What a backstabbing slut."
I grabbed her hair while buried deep.
"Selling out your teammate for some dick."
"Y-you... you did this to my body...!!"
She screamed in defiance, tears flooding—guilt eating her alive.
"True. My fault. So..."
Thrust!
"Oek?!"
"Just accept your fate. Be my personal spy pussy-house."
"Uk! Urk!"
Plenty left—I pounded away. With five to go, I whispered in her ear.
"Built up tolerance? Haven't cum yet? Only five left."
"!"
"Point out V. I'll fuck you till you do."
"Ah, aah."
"Hurry."
Two hard thrusts. Her trembling finger tapped a guy in the photo.
Tap.
"This guy's V?"
"..."
She nodded silently. I handed the phone to Baekseol and pointed—he nodded.
"Good girl, Ma Yeon-ju. Sending it now."
"Ah...!"
I shook my hips, savoring her ecstatic face.
The drug lasted two hours. I ripped a ton out of Ma Yeon-ju. She hesitated at first, but after fingering V, she spilled nonstop—answers to asked and unasked questions alike.
All she wanted? Cock.
Midway, I relaxed and enjoyed it too.
"Shit, I pulled all the intel myself. Sua's got nothing left to do."
I sipped water, feeling the secretary's cleanup blowjob. Felt good to go all-out like this.
"Ah, ngh, ungh, ahh."
As the drug wore off, Ma Yeon-ju crashed hard. Looked asleep, but eyes open, body twitching now and then.
"Hey. Ma Yeon-ju."
"...?"
Not asleep. Eyes rolled to me.
I shoved the sucking secretary aside, approached, grabbed her hair to lift her face, and crushed our lips together.
"Mmph..."
I shoved my tongue in. Instead of resisting, she tangled hers with mine, welcoming me.