Chapter 131: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)
“!”
Ha Eun-young, who had been rifling through the documents, lifted her face with a shocked expression and stared at me. Her signature smile had vanished completely. A shame. It was such a tantalizing smile. But if I break her properly, I'll get to see it again, right?
“Yes, Master. There's still more.”
“Good. We need to deal with that bitch too. Bring her.”
“Yes, sir.”
The secretaries, catching my glance, dragged something over from the corner of the building with a rattling sound. It was a slightly soiled white bathtub mounted on a cart with wheels for easy movement.
“…!!”
And inside that tub lay Ma Yeon-ju, dazed and lost in a stupor, looking utterly pathetic. To call it "lying" was generous—the tub was too small, so she was practically crammed in. The highlight was her disheveled state: naked as the day she was born was standard, but her face, breasts, upper body, thighs, and pussy were all topped with my cum like some obscene glaze. I'd fucked her senseless before Ha Eun-young arrived, pounding her like she was trash for hours. With drugs, of course. Back then, Ma Yeon-ju had been in absolute ecstasy, loving every second. But now, with the high worn off, she looked like a total wreck. To an outsider, it might seem like she'd been brutally raped and lost the will to live. And yet, she was still conscious and alive. Damn, just thinking about it gets me hard again. Ma Yeon-ju had gotten hooked on the drugs, her reactions improving, ripening like fine meat—making her even tastier. Since she's already broken, there's a thrill in handling her roughly without restraint. Maybe crank up the pleasure multiplier a notch? She'd probably love it.
“Heh, seeing that has me hard again.”
I snapped my fingers at one of the appetizing secretaries standing nearby.
“You.”
She spun toward me instantly.
“Come suck my dick.”
“Yes, Master.”
She practically skipped over, dropped to her knees in front of me, and carefully unzipped my pants to pull out my cock. My massive erection slapped against her face with a thwack.
“Suck it.”
She stuck out her tongue, licked the shaft from base to tip, lavished it with affection, then opened wide and started blowing me. A dizzying wave of pleasure washed over me as I turned my attention back to Ha Eun-young. Her eyes were glued to Ma Yeon-ju, visibly shaken.
“Haa…”
I stroked the secretary's head and let out a sigh.
“That bitch is something else. Even dragged in front of me, she wouldn't crack. Her life's over anyway—might as well spill everything, right?”
“…”
“So I just stripped her and fucked her brains out. She's delicious.”
“…”
“Her pussy's insides? Fuck. Feels like they trained her solely to squeeze cock during agent boot camp. The way it milks you is art.”
“…”
“And those huge tits—chewy, soft, jiggly. Real talent there. My new favorite treat.”
Ha Eun-young said nothing. But she wasn't entirely unresponsive—her hand holding the documents slowly lowered, then dropped them entirely, scattering papers across the floor.
“Eun-mi, you know my style. I don't kill pretty girls. But I can't just let a spy roam free, so I need a safety measure.”
One secretary approached Ha Eun-young with a silver tray. On it sat two syringes: one pleasure multiplier, the other a mind-breaking drug. Ha Eun-young's eyes slowly drifted toward them.
“Inject both into that bitch. Easy enough—just jab her neck and push the plunger. She'll turn into a junkie slut who obeys me forever. Ma Yeon-ju's already hooked, of course.”
“That's the final test.”
Ha Eun-young raised a trembling hand toward the tray and picked up one syringe. Would she inject without hesitation? Nope. She stared holes into Ma Yeon-ju and the drugs, bit her lip until it bled, then squeezed her eyes shut.
Crack.
Her grip tightened on the syringe. Her hand shook violently, knuckles white from the strain—until the syringe snapped with a crack. Liquid dripped down her fist.
“What the hell? That shit's expensive.”
“The other one.”
“?”
She muttered low. Her usual refined, silky voice—paired with that beautiful smile—was gone, replaced by something husky and rough. Hot as fuck. She glared at me with a face I'd never seen before.
“The other one's me?”
“Huh?”
It was the face from the photos—Ha Eun-young from her NIS recruitment days. Cold, emotionless, now burning with hostility toward me!
“You said two more. One's... Sister Yeon-ju here... the other's...”
“Oh, did I say two? Shit, my bad—loose lips.”
I smacked my lips dramatically, clapped, and stood up. The secretary sucking my dick missed the timing and toppled backward but quickly scrambled up and resumed.
“Right. The last one's you, Seo Eun-mi. No—Ha Eun-young.”
“…”
“Our sexy Ha Eun-young, who dances so hot, spreads her legs wide, shakes that tempting waist, and gives killer head.”
Grind. I could hear her teeth gnashing. Obviously her.
“Every part of you tastes so good—fucking you's always a treat. I took your virginity, your first kiss... so doesn't that make me your master by now? Seems right.”
Ha Eun-young now openly showed rage and disgust. She really hated my guts. After all that skin-on-skin time, to hit me with that icy, sharp glare. Too much. Turning me on.
Swoosh. She raised her hand toward me. The world's most international insult: fuck you. But doesn't that mean she wants it plunged in? Good girl.
“Yeah. Time for the ending, huh?”
I shoved the secretary off my saliva-slick cock and thrust it toward Ha Eun-young.
“Come get it in your pussy.”
Ha Eun-young spat, “In your dreams?”—bone-chillingly cold—and hurled the broken syringe at me. No amateur moves; the sharp needle flew straight for me. A secretary snatched it mid-air, of course.
Ha Eun-young grabbed her sword from the floor and swung at the nearest secretary, who dodged effortlessly. She vaulted over Ma Yeon-ju's tub and charged me, ready to die trying to take me down first.
“Why so scary? Put the sword down.”
I wasn't worried. No matter how skilled Ha Eun-young was, she couldn't beat my secretaries. And even if she did, Baekseol the knight and Levi the demon stood by me—insurmountable walls for any human. Her desperate thrashing just turned me on more. How much harder would she fuck if she struggled like this?
“It's over. Just surrender.”
Kwon Dam-bi stepped forward, her bronze skin glowing with health. I like pale skin, but tanned, fit girls have their own viewing pleasure and fuckability. Especially with Kwon Dam-bi's sleek figure. That ass is killer.
“Out of my way!”
Ha Eun-young slashed down with force—even I could tell. Kwon Dam-bi casually smacked the flat of the blade with her forearm, then drove a straight punch into her gut.
Thud—!
“Guh!”
Ha Eun-young's body jerked wildly. Even I winced at the impact. But Kwon Dam-bi wasn't done—she struck Ha Eun-young's wrist to drop the sword, then kneed her gut again.
“Kuh-hurk!!”
Ha Eun-young's legs buckled, and she crumpled. As Kwon Dam-bi went for the finisher, Ha Eun-young whipped out a small, sharp blade from her waist.
“Shit.”
It nearly sliced Kwon Dam-bi's thigh, but she pulled back just in time. In the brief exchange, Ha Eun-young sprang up and retreated—but the secretaries had her surrounded. Had been since she walked in, really. Artificial island and all.
“…!”
She whipped her head around, scanning desperately. No escape. Secretaries blocked every path, some with guns drawn. And...
Swoosh. Ma Yeon-ju slowly rose from the tub behind her.
“Sister…!”
Ha Eun-young shook at the sight. If she'd stayed limp like before, maybe. But fully awake? Panic set in. Conflict inevitable. Should she try dragging her out? Their bond made it worse.
She called her 'sister,' so they must be close. Whatever. Didn't matter.
“Sister, let me han—,”
Grab!
“—dle this, hngh??!”
Ma Yeon-ju hugged Ha Eun-young from behind, wrapping her whole body like restraints, immobilizing her. Then she jammed a prepped syringe into her neck.
“Aaaah!!”
“Sorry, Eun-young.”
“S-Sister…?!!”
Ha Eun-young's face twisted through shock, despair, betrayal, rage, and fear. She made a pitiful expression, but Ma Yeon-ju, behind her, couldn't see.
Push. The plunger depressed. The syringe's liquid flooded in.