Chapter 129: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)

Ma Yeon-ju had ultimately submitted completely. The patriotic, bold bitch I'd expected to be the toughest nut to crack had fallen into depravity in an instant. Sure, her stats had been shredded so badly she was mostly useless now... but her face was still decent, her body killer, and her pussy tasted fine, so keeping her around as a collector's item didn't seem like a bad deal. Plus, the intel I'd squeezed out of Ma Yeon-ju was pretty damn valuable. Even though all the data she'd had at the pussy house had been wiped, backups were still scattered in her safe houses here and there. I had her pull every last bit of it.

The price? Letting her get fucked however she wanted for a full day. When I said I'd pump her full of drugs and pound her nonstop from dawn till dusk, her face melted into ecstasy as she rubbed her thighs together frantically. Though she plunged into self-loathing just seconds later. Anyway, she was so addicted to pleasure that she'd sell out her colleagues without hesitation for one night of sex—and thanks to that, I scored some seriously massive intel.

This was straight-up NIS data on Ha Eun-young—not Seo Eun-mi. It had her photo and every scrap of personal info on her. Where she was found abandoned in a dumpster by her parents—who they were and where they lived—the orphanage director who took her in, how he died after working somewhere in some year, his kids (two sons, one daughter), grandkids, and so on. It read like the fucking Bible.

Not just Ha Eun-young herself, but every connection she'd ever brushed past, crammed full with their details and even their surroundings. Reading it made me snort in disbelief.

"Holy shit... This is Seo Eun-mi back when she was Ha Eun-young? She's a total different person from now. You sure it's the same girl?"

"Right? Aside from the identical face, it's impossible to think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠they're the same."

Seo Eun-mi was a woman with a pretty smile. She always had this subtle smile lingering on her lips every moment, and whenever our eyes met by chance, she'd stretch her mouth into a polite, elegant grin. The vibe of an airline stewardess or a hotel concierge. That neat, refined, pretty smile had this weird knack for stirring up a man's lust—like you just wanted to defile her.

Anyway, that smile was Seo Eun-mi's signature, but there was none of it in Ha Eun-young. Just a cold, utterly dry-as-dust woman.

"Her whole life was engineered just to infiltrate Prestige..."

Baekseol murmured, sounding a touch sympathetic. Maybe as a knight, she felt some solidarity. As she said, Ha Eun-young's life boiled down to two things: NIS and Prestige. Nothing else existed—everything was just branches serving those.

"No family anyway, so they squeezed her dry without mercy."

Orphan, no parents, super limited social ties. No one would notice if she vanished. Perfect for using as an agent. The file laid it out plain as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠day.

"My lord, we have plenty to link Seo Eun-mi and Ha Eun-young. Shall we reel her in?"

"Hmm. Dunno. Haven't decided how to handle her yet."

Before breaking Ma ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yeon-ju, I'd considered drugs and such, but I changed my mind. The effects were way stronger than I'd vaguely imagined, and one slip could wreck her. Ma Yeon-ju was basically ruined already. Left alone, she'd finger her pussy nonstop, and without drugs, she couldn't even feel pleasure anymore—hypersensitive as fuck. Only jabbing her with a shot and slamming my cock in kept her somewhat sane, but then the ecstasy drove her so mad she couldn't do shit. Sure, I could fix her later with Goryeo Medical or whatever, but right now, she was severely limited. I didn't plan to trash Seo Eun-mi that bad.

Not yet...

Maybe dilute the drugs more?

I'd tailored Ma Yeon-ju's dose to a 3x pleasure potion plus new drugs, so dropping it to 2x pleasure and skipping the hard drugs might work fine. I'd have to ask Min Ji-ah for details.

Good thing I tested it first. If I'd jumped straight to Seo Eun-mi... fuck.

She could've ended up like Ma Yeon-ju, shoving fingers in her cunt every five seconds. Hot in its own way, but... nah, not my vibe.

"Still, gotta grab her. Call Seo Eun-mi. Tomorrow's Saturday—perfect. Say it's a grand Pussy Association bash to celebrate getting the artificial island. Use that as the excuse to summon her. Make it unsuspicious."

"Yes, my lord."

Fuck her first, figure it out after.

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Sua, who'd been hustling all day buying up Namdong Industrial Complex land and finally catching a breather, tensed up when she got Baekseol's relay of my orders. The capture order on Ha Eun-young had finally dropped. The plan was to bring her back casually like a routine return to the island, but if she sniffed it out and resisted, neutralize and drag her ass in immediately.

What now, Eun-young? You're fucked for life—legs spread forever.

She felt good. Thinking back to the extreme anxiety, fear, and rage she'd felt before, she just wanted me to grab this damn bitch and ravage her mercilessly ASAP. How could she not be thrilled?

One regret: she hadn't played a decisive role in uncovering Ha Eun-young's identity. She'd gotten a shot at it and kinda blew it. Still, thanks to her, we'd nabbed Ma Yeon-ju, so there were gains—no real anxiety.

"Wrap up here and head back."

"Head back?"

"Yeah. Big Pussy Association meeting tomorrow to celebrate the island acquisition. Everyone's gotta attend."

"Ah."

Her subordinates nodded without complaint. The Pussy Association was one of my top-priority events. Ha Eun-young didn't suspect a thing. Totally in character for me—no red flags. At worst, she thought it pathetic. Is sex really that great? Can't even understand it.

"Chief, head out now?"

"Yeah. Quick cleanup around here, then we bounce."

Sua flashed a chilling smile at Seo Eun-mi—no, Ha Eun-young—scurrying to prep for return.

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I sketched out a rough plan for breaking Ha Eun-young. First, use the POWs. The ones Go Min-ji sent had arrived; I'd dress 'em up thick so identities were hidden, display them, and make Ha Eun-young execute them herself. Then reveal it: You're actually an NIS agent—that's why we nabbed you.

If she shows her true colors there, grab and rape her on the spot. If she slithers out smooth like a sly fox, pile on orders to peel off the mask bit by bit. Either way, it'd end in violation. Once her mental game's cracked enough, fuck her while injecting the diluted drugs to make her obey me.

If she resists stubbornly? Just use her as pussy house only. Seo Eun-mi's skills were good, but losing her wouldn't cripple me now. I had Ra Seung-hee and a crew of stellar team leads. I had talent overflowing—could slot her as a simple cock warmer.

"You'll all receive heaven's punishment...!"

In the massive warehouse-like space waiting for Sua's crew, one guy spoke up. Hooded with a sack over his head, sprawled on the floor, but unbowed. This was V—the agent who'd played her dad, and V himself. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Around him, Go Min-ji's other POWs, all bagged for anonymity. Some might not be NIS, but whatever—cull 'em all for convenience. They were dead meat anyway, so I ignored their yapping.

Then Seung-hee approached.

"Master, they're here."

"Finally."