173. Virgins Are a Major Matter
"D-D-Doyoung... nim...?"
What's with the stuttering? Reminds me of Min Ji-ah.
"We've toured every corner of the police headquarters, so now it's time to inspect every corner of the chief herself, don't you think?"
"Ah...!"
She opened her mouth wide with a somewhat dumbstruck look. Was she against it? Nah, didn't seem like it. She just hadn't expected me—a young heir like her—to demand her so directly. Fair enough, in a normal mindset. Thanks to anti-aging tech, even if their bodies look twenty or thirty, some folks get squeamish about the "vibe." And the higher up you go, the more that holds true.
Why bother with a woman artificially youthful when you could just fuck a real young one? That's the logic.
Me? I don't give a shit. If the body's young, that's plenty. Hell, it might even be better. An older actual age with a young body creates this subtle dissonance—a weirdly intoxicating aura that soaks the whole frame in dense, concentrated sex appeal. Prime body at its peak fused with peak lust. Just think of Go Min-young; the bitch is armed with otherworldly allure that devours me whole.
That's the vibe.
"If... if you want to use me..."
As expected. The chief wasn't opposed. Just shocked that a young master like me would want her.
"Of course... I should offer myself up."
Her red lips twitched as she licked them, then she dropped to her knees in front of me and buried her face in my crotch.
"Kuhoop."
"Oh."
Tougher than I imagined. The second she took my cock in her mouth, she hugged my lower half, bobbing her head back and forth like a pro, then looked up at me with those pretty eyes, flashing a seductive smile that could rattle any man's heart.
"Ha... what the fuck is this? You're sucking like a goddamn vacuum... how much practice you been getting? Huh?"
I grabbed her head, thrust my hips wildly, and hurled insults, but she just kept smiling and slurping away. She sucked even harder, hollowing her cheeks, twisting her face into that sleazy, cock-stirring expression to egg me on.
This bitch might suck better than Jung Ga-in.
Jung Ga-in, the innocent(?) actress I train my pussy houses in sex skills. The gap between her public image and bedroom slut makes her a favorite feast, but even setting that aside, her skills are top-tier among my pussies and the randos'.
Yet this chief outdid her on blowjobs. Who knows about other skills, though.
"I've got girls who are real pros at this, but you're better."
The chief responded with even fiercer suction.
Shit, gonna cum already. Hasn't been long, but she's sending me over the edge. Kinda shocking.
"Kuh!"
I slammed her head into my crotch and unloaded rope after rope. After squeezing out the last drop into her mouth, I pulled out, and she obediently opened wide, sticking out her tongue to show she'd swallowed it all.
"Ha."
She knows exactly what men like. I tapped her tongue with my cock in disbelief.
One load down her throat meant the next move was obvious. I shoved her back to the desk and sat her ass on it.
"Aang, young master~."
She threw a playful pout, then spread her legs wide the moment she sat, ripping into the stockings covering her crotch. They tore with that signature snap, revealing black lace panties underneath.
"You wanna pound me that bad~?"
"Wasn't this you begging me to fuck you?"
"~. You're right. I... I want you to fuck me, young master♥."
For all her cum-smeared face babbling, her pussy was bone-dry. Time to soak it.
Squelch, plunge!
"Ahhuk!"
I grabbed her moaning head and tilted it aside, exposing the long nape I love.
"Get wet quick. Wet pussy tastes better."
"Y-Yes...!"
She bucked her hips hard as I devoured her neck and collarbone. Personally, I think this is the sexiest line on a woman's body—the neck, shoulders, collarbone. Every time I see it on a hottie with curves, my cock throbs.
Midway through pounding and groping her, something caught my eye.
...Family photo?
A small frame next to the desk monitor, turned backward. Instinct told me it was a family pic. I snatched it up.
"Ah! Y-Young master, that's... ahng!"
"Hold still."
She was cradled in my arms, gasping in ecstasy with a pure, elegant smile, while a tall middle-aged man rested a bland smile on her shoulder, hand in place. And in front of them, a brother-sister duo with faint smiles. Perfect family portrait.
"Happy family. Recent?"
"Y-Yes...! A m-month ago! Ung, we t-took it."
"A month."
The presumed son and daughter looked like adults in their twenties. Hubby, unlike her, was full middle-aged.
I set the photo right beside her, angling it diagonally so the husband's gaze in the pic hit her.
"Ahng...! You're so mean...!"
"Just squeeze tighter."
"Kyaa!"
Even just a photo, but the taboo thrill was insane. Does this guy know his wife sucked my dick and now has her legs spread wide for me?
"Hubby's job?"
"H-House...husband... eot!"
"Househusband? Damn. Power wife vibes. You're the breadwinner, Chief."
"Ahng."
"Gonna make you even more capable. Yeah?"
"...!!"
Her eyes widened a bit, pussy clamping harder. More juice gushing out.
"Cumming in your pussy. Cool?"
"Aa...! Y-Yes... anytime, use my pussy however♥."
I blasted it right in.
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About an hour? I kept Do Yun-jeong pinned on the desk and railed her. Not as soaked and welcoming as my aunts, which was a slight bummer, but MILFs got their own flavor. She got properly drenched midway. Haven't had one in a while, so I creampied her three times. Contraception's on her. If not... hubby's raising 'em well.
While the chief cleaned up, I checked the tribute ledger again.
Shove her into the permanent special prosecutor's office, or push for next police commissioner.
As Namdong HQ chief, not many spots above her. Strictly by rank, sure, plenty higher in national police HQ. But real power? Debatable. A chief commands tens of thousands like a legion general. Higher rank don't always mean stronger grip. Chiefs probably pack more punch.
For now, plant her here, let her marinate?
Permanent special prosecution needs months to gain teeth anyway. I'm thinking two years: drown local cops in my cum, turn 'em into my private force, then elevate Do Yun-jeong to commissioner or special prosecutor. Fill the vacancy with...
One more to snag. Who's good?
One comes to mind. The scarf girl from earlier. Slender stunner, small face, killer proportions—eyes magnet.
There she is. Kim Sun-ah, deputy chief.
Senior superintendent, HQ deputy. Solid creds. If not, whatever. Try her out.
"Im Sua!!"
I bellowed out the door. Door flew open in a second flat—Sua strode in, unfazed by me cock-out on the sofa. She stepped forward, legs neatly together, bowed at the waist.
"Yes, Master. You called?"
I chucked the device displaying the ledger onto the table. She approached quick, checked it.
"Like you said, no joke. Chief's running a full tribute roster."
"Ah... rumors were true."
"Chief's done. Grabbing one more—that one stood out."
"Understood... but Kim Sun-ah isn't a virgin."
?
"How the hell you know that?"
Ledger notes marital status, her engagement too—but that's later pages. No way she answered that fast unless she knew beforehand.
"Asked in the hallway."
"What."
I love virgins, sure, but straight-up asking like that? Sua, you're wild.
"...And she just told you? Why ask anyway? Knew I'd pick her?"
"Figured your taste, Master. And..."
"And?"
"...She was my old boss."
"What?"
Im Sua's former superior?