Breaking Ha Eun-young
"Ugh...?! Gah..!"
It was like a scene straight out of a zombie movie. The woman who had been thrashing wildly froze up in an instant, her body rigid as she threw her head back, twisting in agony. Before long, lewd fluids trickled down her thighs from between her legs.
"Hahk, wh-what the fuuuuck...!!!!"
Her final roar shook the entire building. But soon, her strength gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
Yeon-ju sat down beside her, pulling out the syringe and whispering softly.
"Good girl, our Eun-young."
"You trai...tor! H-how...! How could you do this to meee!!!!"
Ha Eun-young screamed like a cornered animal, but it was feeble, nothing more than the pathetic whimper of someone who'd lost everything, begging for one last shred of mercy. And even that was only possible because I'd diluted the drug for her sake—normally, she wouldn't have managed even this much.
"Let's get high together, sis.... Forget everything, become someone new...."
The secretary holding the silver tray knelt beside Ma Yeon-ju on one knee. As her body lowered with the tray, Yeon-ju picked up the syringe from it. She brought it to Ha Eun-young's nape.
That was the new drug. A life-ruiner that induced extreme addiction on its own, without even needing pleasure multipliers. Once that hit her, there'd be no hope left.
I approached them as I watched.
"N-no, hng, I h-hate it.... Hate it... cl-clothes...!"
Ha Eun-young thrashed at the sight of me closing in and Yeon-ju about to corrupt her. She swung her arms to shove Yeon-ju away and kicked at me. But that was just her intention—in reality, her arm ended up wrapping around Yeon-ju, and her legs spread wide toward me like a cheap slut.
Squish.
The needle touched her neck.
"Eun-young, that's enough.... Let's relax."
"What did you do to my sister! What the hell did you dooo!!"
Ha Eun-young ignored Yeon-ju and directed all her rage at me. And right then, the needle plunged into her pale nape.
"Eugh!!"
The pain must have been intense—veins bulged on her neck as her body stiffened again.
"No, stop, stop it! Stop iiiit!!!"
Yeon-ju pressed the plunger. The liquid from the syringe flooded straight into Ha Eun-young.
"Hrrk??!"
Another spasm. Ha Eun-young gaped her mouth, tears streaming down as she looked up at me, now right beside her. Her eyes were desperate, pleading. There was anger, hatred, fear—but above all, raw pathos.
"What did I do to Yeon-ju?"
I dragged my cock across her face. Thwack on her forehead, rubbing her nose, sliding over her cheek before offering it to Yeon-ju. She seized the moment and swallowed it whole.
Slurp, sluuuurp.
The drug's effects had worn off on her, so nothing gave her pleasure anymore—but that's why she served me with everything she had. She knew it was the only way back to ecstasy.
"S-sis...!"
Ha Eun-young stared blankly at Yeon-ju sucking my cock furiously, her cheeks hollowing out. Her expression was priceless—like a queen dethroned, all hope extinguished.
"I showed her a new country. The country called Ko Mu-yeol."
"You...!"
She glared like I was spouting bullshit. Even diluted and after two doses, she still reacted like this—the NIS agents were well-trained. Or was it brainwashing? Maybe.
"Look at your sister. Doesn't she look happy?"
Yeon-ju, once a bold patriot, would do anything now for the drugs and pleasure I gave her. And I always paid up—by fucking her senseless. Win-win(?), right?
"Your turn to be happy now, Ha Eun-young."
"Shut... the fuuuck up!!"
She mustered her last spark of will. Impressive bitch. Even now, resisting.
'Did I dilute it too much?'
I'd gone easy to avoid breaking her completely, but maybe overdid it. Not that it changed the big picture.
"Yeon-ju."
She spat out my cock and dragged Ha Eun-young backward by the collar.
"Agh, ah, aaah."
Ha Eun-young was pulled helplessly. Soon, Yeon-ju spread her legs, her hiked-up suit skirt exposing everything inside. I'd guessed from the lewd juices streaming down her thighs, but her pussy was even worse(?). Her panties were soaked beyond saving, dark pubic hair visible through the fabric, and pussy juice flowed like the Amazon River, pooling into a puddle on the floor.
"Mm. Quite the sight."
So lewd I couldn't hold back anymore. I positioned myself between her legs, resting my glans on her drenched slit.
Ha Eun-young squeezed out her final defiance.
"You're... just a loser who can't even get a girl without power and force.... All you know how to do is this shit, right?"
"No need. Every tool has its purpose—like why use a cattle knife to slaughter chickens?"
"You...!"
What an idiot.
"And you're misunderstanding something, Ha Eun-young."
I pushed in the glans. Squelch. Warmth enveloped me.
"Oogh?!"
"Power is what I was born as."
I thrust deeper.
"Eek...!"
"I am power," past the midpoint, "I am this country!!"
"Aaaaagh!!"
Hilt-deep. Her pussy clenched like it would never let go, grinding as juices gushed.
"Augh?!! Hah, haaah!"
Ha Eun-young lost it completely, writhing and flailing. But her pussy gripped tight, squirting wildly.
"Why separate it from me!"
I pinned her down and started pounding roughly. Yeon-ju smartly stepped aside. Ha Eun-young's back hit the floor; I covered her completely. Her soaked pussy squelched around my cock, loosening in real-time.
"Oongh! D-don't, don't do thiiiis!! Don't moooove!!"
A few thrusts, and her pussy melted into a pleasure factory for my cock alone. Splat, splat with every pound, dancing to please me.
"Augh! Aaaang!!"
"Spread your legs and squeeze that pussy."
"Noooo!!!"
"No? It's clenching so hard. You're perfect as my jotjip."
I dove into indulgence, savoring her. Hands roaming her body, stripping off her clothes. Pale skin emerged from the suit—plump tits, subtle 11-pack abs. Her abs twitched with every deep thrust; delicious. But the real view was the line from her split abs down to her navel, leading to her mercilessly impaled pussy.
"You can join Yeon-ju on the intel team, digging info from the inside for me. Work hard, and I'll fuck you like this. Sound good?"
"F-fuck y-" I grabbed Yeon-ju's head by the hair and pulled her to Ha Eun-young's face. Their luscious lips met.
"Mmph!"
"Yeon-ju loves it."
Yeon-ju kissed her passionately, caught in the moment. I admired the sight, straightened Ha Eun-young's legs into a line, and hugged them close. Stroking her long, slender legs like a trance, thrusting—ejaculation surged.
"Hoo, you're hooked now. So good—endless drug-fueled sex others can only dream of."
"Oogh," bigger strokes, full withdrawals to full hilts.
"I'd never waste tasty pussy. I'll even handle your health care! Right??"
I ramped up speed, holding back the urge. Until I couldn't.
"Live better than anyone, with rewards times better!!"
I didn't last long. The drug-pussy's stimulation was intense; felt like I got dosed indirectly. Her rhythmic squeezes were killer.
"Cumming!!"
I roared, slamming deep as I erupted. Gushing semen pushed back by immense pressure.
Sploosh! Spluuurt!!
Ha Eun-young's spread legs quivered as she squirted.
+++
"You've worked hard, Master."
Sua wiped my limp cock with a wet cloth.
"Worked hard? It's not over yet."
Ha Eun-young lay spent, twitching. One creampie and left alone, but the impact kept her climaxing.
The diluted injection hadn't tanked her stats much. Patriotism lingered, and the new Drug Addiction was plain, not bolded. Not bad, all things considered. Better than nuking her stats just to erase patriotism—like with Yeon-ju.
'Dilution worked.'
Plan: Manage her with drugs short-term. Have secretaries dose her periodically, tease lightly, leave her hanging. Eventually fuck her raw once. Who knows? Unlike Yeon-ju, she might feel it without. But it'll make her crave more. Ultimate goal: brainwashing. We'll see. Experiment time—compare her to Yeon-ju.
"Keep Eun-young quiet for now. Never know. Tell the others she's on a business trip."
"Yes, Master."