My Turf
"Ugh..."
Did I overdo it with my dick last night? My whole body's sore for the first time in ages. I just woke up, but even closing my eyes for a second feels sweet. Can't let myself get like this.
"Ahh."
I stretched and sat up. Two women were sprawled across the bed—Inaeun and Oh Yoonju.
Sua must've gotten up first.
There were supposed to be three. I'd dragged Sua, Na-eun, and Yoonju into bed with me. But it looked like Sua, the chief secretary, had slipped out ahead to handle preparations.
"Which... one... should... I... pick... Guess... right... ding... dong... deng."
No matter how sore I was, I couldn't skip morning bread. I picked at random, and it landed on Oh Yoonju—the virgin I'd deflowered last night.
"Let's see what kind of yield we're getting this morning."
I stroked my morning-hard cock and flung the covers aside. The two women's naked bodies lay exposed, sleeping peacefully. First, I laid Yoonju flat on her back and spread her legs wide.
"Mm..."
She stirred faintly. I adjusted her carefully, then started to slide between her thighs—
"Ah. No, wait."
—but a better idea hit me, so I turned to Inaeun instead. How could a section chief prosecutor just lie there sprawled out while her master was standing at full mast, struggling through his workout(?). Unforgivable.
I gently lifted her body. Soft and squishy—perfect way to start the morning.
"Ah."
I draped Inaeun over Yoonju. Their huge tits mashed together, two asses stacked perfectly—a fantasy come to life. Especially those two pussies lined up side by side...
"Begging to get fucked hard, huh."
I couldn't hold back.
"Let's see when you'll wake up."
I poked and prodded their pussies with my rock-hard cockhead, then shoved deep into Yoonju's.
Squelch.
"Ugh."
I grabbed Inaeun's plump ass and thrust back and forth. Started slow, then picked up speed. The quiet pussy slaps grew louder in decibels.
"Hngh, uh, mmph."
Yoonju moaned in her sleep nonstop. Still not waking? Even like this? I pounded harder with that thought, but she just kept moaning, unmoving. Must've been rough getting railed last night.
"Ugh... mm...?"
Inaeun woke first. She yawned softly, then tried to lift her head when she saw her position.
"Don't move. Stay put."
"M-Master...?"
Her half-lidded eyes and questioning face were decadently fuckable. I pulled out of Yoonju and slammed into Inaeun.
"Haek?!"
Her eyes snapped wide like she'd jolted awake, mouth agape as she clamped a hand over it.
"Section chief and deputy chief prosecutor—great chemistry."
"Mmph! Hngh!"
She quickly realized the situation and stifled her moans so Yoonju wouldn't wake. Unnecessary, but cute.
"Trying to hold back those moans? Cheeky."
I kneaded her ass harder—the one I'd been gripping—and thrust deep. Our flesh slapped with crisp pussy sounds.
"Aheuk!"
Inaeun's moan finally burst out. She tried to prop herself up but ended up hugging Yoonju's body instead. That woke Yoonju.
"...??!"
She jolted up in shock and started thrashing to escape. Gift for her—thrust.
"Aaaah!!"
"Fuck, you're tight."
Inaeun could take it easy, but Yoonju was vice-grip. Not broken in to my cock yet?
"I-It hurts...!"
"Hang in there. I'll switch it up."
I pounded away, and once my cock started feeling adjusted, I pulled out and switched to Inaeun.
"Ahk!"
The new sensation fired up my dick again, dizzying pleasure hitting fresh. Once that got familiar, back to Yoonju. Rinse and repeat till I was ready to blow. Inaeun got the morning load—deep creampie. I unleashed a huge wad and smacked her ass.
Stings, but damn, it felt good.
"Ahng..."
"Sleepy? Go back to sleep."
I spread her cheeks and pulled out. Cum gushed out.
I stepped into the hallway naked. Party remnants were already scattered everywhere.
"Ugh. What a mess."
"You're awake, Master."
The secretaries cleaning up bowed as they saw me. I nodded vaguely and strolled through the mansion.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Didn't they teach you sleeping in places like this warps your mouth?"
I spotted three female prosecutors passed out over a table. I recalled one with good pussy, hauled her up, and bent her over the desk.
"Aung..."
She reeked of booze, drool spilling from her mouth.
Smack!
"Ahng."
"For real."
Even ass slaps wouldn't wake her. I spread her cheeks and slid in.
Squelch.
Her pussy hugged my cock nicely.
"Uh, mmph."
"Is my dick a fake one? Why won't any of you wake up!"
Thrust!
"Eek...!"
I slammed hard, and she flickered awake briefly before passing out again. How much did they drink?
Ridiculous.
Her pussy felt great anyway, so creampie no problem. Gripped her hips, pounded, and unloaded.
"Ah, Master. You're up."
Sua approached right on cue, dressed impeccably. Her long legs strode like a model's runway walk from afar. Hot. This is my pussy house.
I opened an arm, and she quickened her pace, slipping right into my embrace.
"Who goes first? Huh? Should've woken me with a suck at least."
Hugged and kissed. She responded hot and eager, then dropped to her knees when I pulled back.
"Sorry, Master. You looked tired."
She swept her hair behind her ear and opened wide.
"Let me clean you up."
Her open mouth was lewd enough, but she teased with her tongue. I pulled out and shoved in.
"Hngb."
No need to move—she grabbed my ass and bobbed furiously. My first pussy house, and her skills had leveled up big time.
"Sucking good, Sua."
She cleaned every corner, sucked hard, even smiled up at me. Number one for a reason—top tier.
After Sua's cleanup fellatio, the mansion tour(?) continued. While I'd been rolling around with Sua, Inaeun, and Yoonju, the rest had gone full orgy. The traces were insane.
Whenever I saw a sprawled prosecutor or dazed secretary, I spread legs and fucked. Most woke when I was about to cum, but some slept through the creampie. That way, I railed nearly ten by late morning before hitting my limit and crashing for an hour.
Woke to late lunch. Party mess all cleared by then. Perks of endless manpower—even total chaos gets fixed fast. I could cum all over the mansion, and it'd be spotless in three days.
After that wild morning, I headed back to Namdong.
Had to inspect the industrial complex—skipped it yesterday playing with the prosecutors. Inspection my ass, more like sightseeing.
"How's it feel coming home after three weeks? Danto Danto."
"...Why call me by name like that...?"
"Dunno... just hits different? Danto Danto."
"..."
Danto rode along today. Nothing for her to do, but she'd spent her whole life in Namdong, so field trip vibes.
Feels like owning a real cat now.
Started as a gag, but it's getting real. She's leaning into the cute act too. Knows her niche?
"Danto, wanna lap the industrial complex ten times today?"
"Wha-what?!"
She shot up. Mansion yard laps vs. outer perimeter? Worlds apart. Fair reaction.
"Kidding."
"..."
Of course I wasn't serious. Just teasing.
"We're here, Master."
"Let's go."
The site was a slaughterhouse. War-torn ruins fit perfectly. High-rises tilted 30 degrees and collapsed, skeletal frames stripped of windows and flesh, piled debris from bombed stacks, thick dust swirling everywhere. Even from afar, the battle's brutality hit hard.
But something else caught my eye more.
"Ah, there you are."
A gaggle of aunties in hiking gear—like they'd hit Songwolak or Munhak Mountain any second—swarmed over. Trailing them, exhausted cops, clearly worn out by the grannies.
"Aigoo... our tall handsome young master... Saw you on the news~ You're the hero who reclaimed Namdong, right~?"
Ex-basement dweller or not, I can read people. Everyone's got an aura. One glance tells job, intent.
These bitches? Eyeing my property.
"And?"
"A-And?"
"I'm busy. Can't you see the crowd?"
"No, it's not—"
The talking auntie faltered; another jumped in.
"No, it's not that—we're from Oseong Apartments over there. We've suffered so much from those scum!"
She pointed at the wrecked complex; others chimed in. House prices stagnant or dropping for 20 years, cannon fire keeping them up nights, shitty views infringing rights, blah blah.
I checked the time. Three fucking minutes of this bullshit. Unreal.
Saw the news? Missed me beating the ward chief to death?
"What do you want me to do about it?"