Emilia in Chains
"Young master, it's morning."
"Mmgh…."
I opened my eyes to the ticklish whisper in my ear. It was Seo Eun-mi. She raised her voice just enough not to startle me, her tone soft and refined. She never touched my body without permission—Prestige must have drilled that into her. Though she'd be fine handling my cock or whatever.
Anyway, I was awake now.
"…."
"How would you like your breakfast, sir? In the dining hall, or shall I bring it here?"
"…What about yesterday?"
No reports had come in while I'd fucked and then crashed out till morning, so things seemed fine, but I checked anyway.
"There was a minor disturbance, but it was handled smoothly. I'll give you the full report once you're up."
"…Just bring some food. Quick."
I groped around beside me. Soft flesh—Im Sua was still sprawled in my bed, that slut.
"Two servings… no, make it three. Including yours."
"For me…? Yes, sir."
Seo Eun-mi withdrew, and I lazily rolled Sua's body over.
"Ahng."
From last night, I knew this bitch was prime doggy material. Her ass had just the right amount of meat—perfect for slamming into with those satisfying pang! pang! sounds. And her pussy was deep enough to plunge in balls-deep, pure bliss.
Pfook.
I slid my morning wood right in. The rigid shaft pierced her dried-up cunt and settled in nicely.
Pang! Paang!
Nothing like a morning fuck to shake off the sleep.
"Nng… hnng… ahhh???!!"
Im Sua finally woke up mid-thrash, clawing at the sheets. I yanked her ass up high to line us up perfect.
Tzup! Tzuck!
"Haaak! Aaang!"
Your ass is mine for waking up later than me, you secretary slut. Take it sweet and deep.
"M-Master… ahhk!!"
I hadn't planned it, but just as I was about to blow, Seo Eun-mi showed up with breakfast. She flinched at the cart, then bowed her head and started setting the table without a word.
"Hoo, here it comes."
I stared right at her as I unloaded. She glanced my way, our eyes met, and she dropped hers quick.
Slap!
"Kyaaang!"
"Go help her."
"Y-Yes…!"
Schluuup.
Sua painfully extracted my cock and wobbled over to the table. I wanted a taste of Eun-mi too, but too much morning action would fuck my schedule. Restraint it was.
"You said yesterday went off without a hitch? Report."
"Yes, sir."
Her summary boiled down to this:
1. Kim Dong-gi spilled something that could've traced back to me. Prestige's cleanup crew sniped him on the spot. The second he uttered my surname 'Ko,' the bullet blew through his brain.
2. Emilia showed up on scene and got pinched for kidnapping, blackmail, prostitution pimping, bribes, the works. She's getting indicted unless something wild happens.
3. Kim's exposé hit some outlets, but poof—gone in ten minutes, scrubbed clean.
"So Emilia fucked up the job after all? Tsk tsk tsk."
"Yes. Every device owned by viewers of the leak got remotely formatted. Even if someone archived it offline, uploading to any network triggers detection and wipes every device along the path. Cyberware included."
"Brutal."
I pulled out a chair and sat. Gotta fuel up after that workout.
…
Breakfast done. Still morning.
"So, how's Emilia holding up? Think she'll get locked up?"
"My guess? Your name almost leaked, so dodging custody won't be easy."
Fair enough. She blew the job, after all.
"Guess that's it for Emilia then…. Oh, the trainee?"
"Ganghwa's Third Precinct has her under protection—the zone where it all went down."
"Emilia's there too, huh? Holding cell."
"Yes. Probably transferred to detention by evening."
Sip.
Suddenly, an idea hit. Something I had to try.
"Faster than expected."
Not just fast—a single day. Hard to believe I'd first laid eyes on Emilia yesterday.
"Shall I fetch her? Prestige is dying to know your intentions anyway."
"Nah. I'm going myself. To Ganghwa."
"In person, sir?"
"Yeah. Got something I really wanna do."
"Understood. I'll prepare."
+++
Emilia was choking down some tasteless slop, looking half-dead, when she sensed the precinct erupt into chaos. Like a general dropping unannounced on a base—total frenzy. Cops and brass scrambling everywhere.
"Hey, what's going on?"
She called out, but no one answered. Her handler straight-up ignored her, barking into comms.
No way?
One name flashed in her mind. The only guy who could rattle cops like this—freshly promoted to 'national' rank and full of themselves. And neck-deep in yesterday's mess.
Ko Mu-yeol? He's coming?
To see me? Or… finish the job proper?
Her mind raced. She'd blown her shot. Rushed strike teams and security to the scene ASAP, hauled ass herself—but too late. That sly fucker changed Rainbow Miracle's Mutube password, so no mid-stream shutdown. Kept moving, kept streaming, made securing him a nightmare. Inevitably, Ko Mu-yeol's surname slipped from Kim Dong-gi's lips.
And boom—sniper from nowhere ended him.
"Fuck…."
Goryeo Group's work, no doubt. Can't have their precious young master's name dragged through the mud. And her, for failing the cleanup? Some punishment coming. Maybe forced suicide.
"Haa…."
The busier the precinct got, the more anxious she felt. Nothing she could do but watch.
And wait to see how it played out.
+++
"We've arrived, young master."
"Yeah… alright."
I ditched the blindfold and stirred. Without an AV, Songdo to Ganghwa took about an hour and a half. Same city, my ass—why so damn far?
Stepping out, the precinct was in full panic mode. Front gate sealed, no civilians in or out. Existing ones booted early. All my doing, naturally.
Come to think of it, my guards are all Songdo PD. Kinda invaded their turf without meaning to.
"Aigoo, young master~!! What brings you to our humble house? Haha!"
Ganghwa Third's rank-and-file swarmed my car like a human shield, blocking any outsider sightlines. In the middle, some middle-aged guy bowed and scraped like a pro.
Smelled like a seasoned ass-kisser.
"I'm Jo Gi-nam, chief of Ganghwa Third Precinct. Pleased to meet you!!"
"Ah, the chief?"
"Yes! Yes indeed. Haha."
Too deferential with his men watching. For one random citizen.
"Mind if I peek at the holding cells?"
"Holding cells…? Oh, right!! Yes, yes. This way, please."
Sharp guy. Eyes darted at 'holding cells,' then bam—feigned shock, over-the-top gestures guiding me. Signaled a subordinate something on the sly.
Followed him in. Cops lined up like for inspection, saluting as I passed. I ignored 'em like routine and hit the cells.
Chief steered straight to Emilia's spot, quick on the uptake.
"Y-Young master…!!"
One night in, and she looked wrecked. Bowed ninety degrees at the sight of me.
"…I'm so sorry!!!"
World away from yesterday's haughty bitch. Arrogant Emilia had her charm, but this? Not bad either.
I stared down at her crown. She didn't straighten.
"Chief?"
"Yes, sir."
"Give us the room? And kill the CCTV here?"
No hesitation.
"Of course. Make yourselves comfortable."
Gestured reassurance, herded his men out.
"Sua, take your team out too. Confirm they actually shut the cams, and check on the trainees."
"Yes, Director."
Sent my guard cops packing too—men mixed in made it awkward. Soon as I build my own detail, it'll be all women. Filled to the brim.
Anyway, now it was just me, Seo Eun-mi, and Emilia.
Sensing trouble, Emilia trembled a bit.
"I remember giving you plenty of chances, Emilia. Right?"
She might feel hard done by. If I'd handed off the pickup instead of grabbing the trainees myself, no mess. Tough shit—damage done.
"…I have no excuses, young master. I'm sorry."
"Shame it ended like this. I just wanted to buy some trainees."
"…."
Pulled a smoke from my pocket.
"My people dug through that Kim Dong-gi's call logs. Some fun chats."
"…?"
Eun-mi lit it for me. Inhale deep.
"Hoo…. No 250 billion? So you'll be my jotjip instead?"
"Th-That was…!"
"Told you yesterday—I hate being played."
"Young master, it's not like that!"
"And for what? To troll that loser nerd? Lame-ass reason."
Bzzz.
Message from Sua: All CCTV in the area confirmed off.
"My name's not some toy to toss around."
Dropped the cig, unzipped.
"!!"
Out came my rock-hard cock.
"Not forcing you. Last chance."
Shoved it through the bars.
Jailhouse pussy tease—had to try sticking my dick through at a female inmate. Dream come true.
"Suck."