Emilia Becomes My Pussy House
“D-Do-Young Master…!”
“Keep your word. Become my pussy house. Then it won't feel like I'm just using you, right?”
Emilia glared up at me, her eyes wide with shock, disappointment, despair, and a plea for mercy all mixed together.
I pressed my body closer to the iron bars. They were thicker than I'd expected, making it a bit uncomfortable, but not impossible.
Squish.
I grabbed Seo Eun-mi beside me and groped her roughly. My erection held strong.
“Still, since I like you, Emilia, I'll give you a little time to think. Not much, though. Once this boner fades, it's over.”
“…”
Her pupils trembled. She couldn't decide quickly—what a bind. She'd seemed so proud when we first met, so it made sense.
“Ngh…”
Emilia bit her lip, trembling, then gripped the bars hard.
Grip.
She squeezed with force. Her intensity suggested she might crush them.
“Haa… Nnngh.”
But then she let out a moan, like she was battling her inner self. Towering pride vs. the reality of getting cock-fucked right now. Something like that. Most people chose the latter. Pride doesn't pay the bills.
And Emilia seemed headed that way too. Slowly, she was dropping to her knees, bringing her face toward my dick.
“Kuh!”
Finally, she parted her slutty lips and took my glans into her mouth.
“Oh.”
Maybe because it'd been exposed to the air so long? The sensation was weird. Her warm, soft-yet-rough lips slid over my glans as it sank in, then met the hot, wet cave inside. Her long tongue wrapped around the shaft in a way too exquisite and fantastical to describe.
Wait, has anyone ever sucked me off before??
Thinking about it, I'd only ever eaten pussy so far. Never gotten head.
Fucking fake perv bastard. Cut off your dick.
Blame it on only having newbies around. Soon, I needed to get some pros(?) to service me, train the girls, all that. I couldn't micromanage everything, or I'd forget stuff.
“Guhk.”
Emilia closed her eyes and shoved my cock deep. In an instant, my whole shaft was enveloped in wet flesh.
“…Good choice, Emilia.”
“…”
She glanced up at me with eyes tinged with resentment, then started bobbing.
Slurp. Suck.
She wasn't skilled. It was just the thrill of her pretty face, provocative gaze, and this brand-new sensation pushing me toward climax.
But still… it felt good…. Thinking of those arrogant lips now sucking my dick? Nothing more exciting.
“You look even prettier looking up from below.”
I slipped my hand through the bars and toyed with her hair. She shot me a sharp glare for a moment, then submitted and focused on the blowjob.
Doing this in a police station feels kinda funny.
Emilia was getting the hang of it. She started wrapping her tongue, sucking harder, stimulating my cock efficiently.
And I was building toward release.
Obviously a mouth cumshot.
I shifted from stroking her head to pressing her nape.
“Swallow it in your mouth.”
“??!”
I shoved hard.
She reached out in panic, grabbing my leg to push away, but she couldn't overpower me. Even if Ko Mu-yeol was a stat scrub, basic male-female strength difference held.
In the end—Spurt!!
“Mmph!!”
Straight into her mouth—right down her throat.
“Ugh.”
Even I thought it was impressive—tons of cum.
“Mmmph, guh…! Khack!”
Emilia finally pulled free with a strong yank and collapsed on the floor.
“Kek. Urk.”
She dry-heaved, spitting cum, trembling as she glared at me.
She hadn't fully crushed her pride yet.
I wanted to go in and fuck her full-time, but that'd be rude in someone else's house. This would do for now; save the rest for later.
One more reason to buy a prison.
“Clean it.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Eun-mi pulled out wet wipes and wiped my dick meticulously. It was so sensitive, even that stung with pleasure.
“You did well, but swallow it all from now on. First time, so I'll let it slide.”
“…”
“Answer me.”
“……Yes… Young Master.”
Emilia wiped her mouth, glaring, but eventually lowered her eyes in defeat.
…
Out in the holding area, Sua waited with the trainees. Stuck here all day, they looked grubby.
More importantly, they were terrified. Thinking they'd done something wrong, they flinched and bowed deeply at the sight of me. One girl's face was so pale, lips blue—like hypothermia from the sea.
“Haha. Young Master, did you… see everything okay?”
The ass-kissing chief asked with a grin.
“Yeah. As you heard, I'm their guardian, so I'm taking them.”
“Of course.”
“And that Emilia inside? I questioned her—no crime.”
“Ah… R-Really?”
“Yep. Innocent. In this day and age, holding an innocent person this long is bad news. I'm saying this for your sake, Chief.”
“Right! Disaster! Hey! What are you waiting for? She's innocent—release her now!”
Some officers hesitated, then rushed to the cell.
I nodded silently and patted the chief's shoulder.
“Thanks to you today, Chief. See you next time.”
“Hahaha! Young Master, if I'm useful, anytime! Anytime! Just call—I'll come running! Hahaha!”
“Sure. Uh… Chief Jo Gi-nam.”
Saying his name, I glanced at Sua. She nodded: I'll contact Prestige.
The chief bowed past 90 degrees—120 even. His back folded about five times.
Emilia emerged, fiddling with one arm. She bit her glossy lips and gave a slight bow.
“Looks like we're done here. Let's go.”
I led the group out of the station.
“Eun-mi, you can drive, right?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“Sua, you handle these kids. Take the van.”
“Yes, President.”
The police van for my escort was full of guys, so I sent Sua, their boss, just in case.
“You ride here.”
“…”
I put Emilia in my car. Not to fuck her yet—just to grope.
“Where to, Young Master?”
I stroked her thigh, demure yet distanced.
“Their company. Gotta redo contracts for our trainees.”
“Understood.”
Emilia endured the teasing meekly.
…
Rainbow Miracle, ten minutes later. Even accounting for the underground lot, dead quiet. Same as yesterday.
“President!! Ah… Y-Young Master…”
Staff waited—I'd tipped them off. Including a secretary type. No dumbass from yesterday; felt refreshing.
“W-We were waiting. Send the kids up?”
“No need. Got private talk with her in the president's office—no one enters. You too, Sua, Eun-mi.”
“Yes, President. I'll prep contracts.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
“Oh, Sua.”
“Yes.”
“Look into prisons too.”
“Prisons?”
“Yeah. Might run one later if I have time.”
“Got it.”
Korea's privatized a lot. Including correctional facilities like prisons—get certified, and you can run one personally. Recruit guards, even wield some police powers.
Insane. Privatized prisons? Even vicious criminals with money live like kings in suite rooms. Hell, prison-exclusive whores and call girls exist.
Chaebols like me never end up there anyway.
Top floor president's office. I shoved Emilia in and locked the door.
“Oh, one thing I've been curious about.”
“…What?”
“What did that Kim Dong-gi bastard demand from you?”
“Ah…”
I dragged her to the desk as I asked. Her honest answer was absurd and shocking.
“…School uniform photos?”
“Yeah.”
“No way— all this shit over four photos?”
“…”
Unbelievable. I'd figured he'd demand pussy or something.
Ha. Real psycho.
I groped her plump ass. She flinched but didn't stop me.
“If he'd asked for a fuck, I could've understood. Photos? Too much.”
“…Right. It was stupid.”
“He must've been that into you. Now, stand there and stick out your ass.”
“…Pardon?”
“You know what I mean. Ass out.”
“…”
Face full of humiliation, she walked to the desk. Hesitated, then braced her hands and thrust her ass back.
Perfect for grabbing her waist and pounding doggy.
Only issue: pants on. At least they hugged tight, outlining everything—or my dick would've deflated.
Still, her big ass strained the fabric nicely as I stroked it.
“Nngh.”
“Let me see…”
Skirt would've been flipped up and fucked already. Settled for scissors.
“? W-What are you—?!”
Emilia freaked. Ignoring her, I snipped the crotch of her pants, making a hole.
“N-No!! What the hell are you doing!!”
“What? Using my pussy house. Wear skirts next time.”
“Ahh…”
I set the scissors down, pulled out my cock, and thrust into the hole. Prodded her pussy through the last barrier—her panties.