21. Family Gathering
Damn, the story she told me was insane. Do Yun-jeong and Gwang Seok-jin, her academy classmate, had dated for over a year. But even back then, she was hustling her body to climb the ranks in the police force. Eventually, she dumped him because of it. Breaking up with her boyfriend because he hated her sugar daddies? That level of trash was almost admirable. Even a regular corrupt cop like Sua seemed cute by comparison.
Makes sense, though. A bitch like this could run an entire district as police chief in this demonic hellhole. She was monstrous in every way.
"I never said it outright, but he must've figured it out eventually, right? The truth."
"Hah."
"Back then, he wasn't so rigid. He had some flexibility... but at some point, he turned into a stubborn asshole...."
She found out her girlfriend was getting sponsored and it shocked him so bad he decided to become a cop of justice? Something like that?
'Vowing to root out society's corruption.' A bit of a leap, but not impossible. The shock would've been massive if he learned the truth.
'Does he still have lingering feelings? Nah, it's been years.'
And the way it ended was pure shit. If he was still hung up after that, he'd just be a pathetic loser.
I grabbed Do Yun-jeong by the hair.
"What a fucking slutty bitch."
"Ahhng...."
"Trampling a guy's heart like that. Not even recyclable trash."
Still, she laughed it off sluttily and pressed herself against me. Her soft skin warmed against mine.
"But don't I taste good? My pussy grips so tight."
Her shameless, lustful face made it even more ridiculous.
"I'm your exclusive toy now, Master."
I snorted and shoved her onto the bed.
"Kyaa!"
With a cute scream laced with coquetry, she sprawled out, and I mounted her. We'd already stripped naked while talking about Gwang Seok-jin, so nothing was in the way. I spread her knees wide. Her legs parted with a wet squelch, exposing her filthy pussy.
"You do taste good."
Straight insertion. No mercy—I slammed in hard.
"Ahhk!"
"Playing innocent with a pussy like this would be a waste of life."
The word legendary flashed in my mind the second I thrust, and I ravaged it mercilessly.
"But there are no more after me. I'm the end."
"O-of course, Master...! Ahhaang!"
I couldn't tell if she was really feeling it or just acting, but every thrust made her wail and clench her muscles tight around me. It felt like she was milking my cock, making each stroke dizzyingly intense.
'Must've pissed off a lot of guys.'
A body this addictive was hard to forget. But her shitty personality probably made it impossible to keep around long-term. If it was just fuckbuddies or sponsorship for her body, fine—but a serious boyfriend-girlfriend thing?
'He'd smash the pot right there.'
Good restraint, Seok-jin.
"Not just talk."
I pulled her spread legs together and hugged them close. Tilting slightly for a better view, I rocked my hips. The tighter squeeze felt ecstatic.
"If you get caught whoring around behind my back, you're dead."
"...Y-yes... ahk...!"
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I lost myself completely in Do Yun-jeong's body—biting, pounding, sucking—until I snapped out of it. Time had flown, and I'd creampied her about four times. Four wasn't even enough to drain me usually, but fucking her always left me weirdly sapped. Was she just that good? Still, I hadn't gotten a blowjob yet today.
She was great all around, but her head game was next-level. It didn't suck out cum—it sucked your soul. One go felt like three creampies, so I hesitated to ask.
"Whew."
Post-sex cigarette craving hit. As I got off the bed, she stirred too, looking a bit worn out.
"Stay lying down."
"Ah... okay."
I fished a smoke from my discarded clothes, lit up. The smoke hit my lungs, head throbbing then clearing.
"Hoo...."
Exhaling a cloud, I admired her. Stretched out on the bed, body slick with sweat and cum, gazing at me dreamily. Thinking of her mouth made me itch. Wanted to stuff my cock in there. But it'd drain me dry again....
'...'
Sudden idea. Smoke in mouth, I climbed back on, straddling her face.
"Eh...?"
"Stick out your tongue."
"Ah...."
Slut caught on quick. Tongue out long, hands spreading my ass. Good girl.
Squish.
"Mmmph."
I sat on her face, puffing the cig. Her tongue moved, sending chills everywhere.
"Ha.... Fuck, this too."
Crazy bitch. Nothing she couldn't do.
'Seok-jin, your ex is rimming my ass.'
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The sex didn't end at the restoration office. I dragged her—and a few other female cops—to her Namdong district office, fucked around, then took her straight to my artificial island. Perfect timing—tomorrow was Saturday. Weekend locked down, pounding nonstop.
"Not coming home tonight."
- Not coming home?
"Yeah."
At the mansion, she braced on the desk, ass out, on the phone with her husband. I thrust from behind quietly to avoid noise.
"Eut, huu.... Taking the weekend off too."
- ....
Her voice shifted for him. With me, it dripped aegyo, sexiness, slutty temptation. For hubby? Arctic plateau—cold and curt.
'Too cold, bitch. Be warmer. Family, right?'
Annoyed, I sped up. Heat from arousal might warm her tone.
Squelch, "!"
"Eut...♥."
Our flesh slapped loud, wet sounds echoing.
- ....
Husband barely reacted. Didn't hear?
"Y-Yun-a... is she okay?"
- Yes, she's fine.
"Don't let your guard down. Guide her well."
- Yun-a's capable on her own. Don't worry too much.
"Okay."
Stiff as hell for a married couple. Had she done this play often?
Holy shit. If so, beyond ridiculous—respect levels.
Click. She hung up.
"D-done, Master♥. Pound me hard now♥."
"Hah."
That icy voice melted into dripping sex mode. I gripped her fat ass and hammered.
"Ahaang!!"
"Tell the truth, slut. You've called your husband while getting fucked plenty, huh?"
"Ahhrng! A l-little...!!"
"A little my ass!!"
"Kyaaak!"
I pinned her back to the desk, hips wild. Thick cock pistoned relentlessly.
"Ha-eut! Aang! S-so good, Master!!"
"Hubby's a saint. Does he really not know?"
"Haaaang!!"
How does a guy live with this? Actual Buddha incarnate.
"Gonna fuck you to death. Can't have this."
"Yesss.... Kill me with your cock...♥."
Pounded to creampie, then yanked her by the hair to bed.
"Filthy slut anyway. Time to make you a cumrag."
"...Whatever Master wants♥."
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"...."
Do Yun-jeong's husband ended the call, burying his burning heart again. Did she know? He'd heard it all—the stifled moans, flesh slapping.
"Figure it out now...."
This happened often. He'd hide his crumbling heart as she panted, covering her breaths, announcing another sleepover. He'd say okay. She'd ask about their daughter; he'd say okay. How many times?
'...Run away?'
Sudden urge. Drawn like a moth to his daughter's room.
"...."
Opening that firmly shut door would reveal her studying diligently. Do Yun-jeong, no role model herself, was strict with Yun-a, who lived like a doll, denied her dreams.
'Isn't this life... too much?'
He wasn't much different. She was queen here—deciding everything. Obey. Daughter, husband alike.
But... living like this forever? Bleak. Beyond bleak—that madwoman planned to pimp her own daughter. Nuanced, but clear. Why else introduce a fresh police academy grad?
One reason: Force her path on the kid.
"Not that... never!"
Hand outstretched. Grip the knob, turn.
But....
"Urgh!"
Fear rooted deep, or habit—hand trembled, frozen. Couldn't even turn a simple knob.
'What am I!'
"Honey?"
"!!"
Housekeeper appeared. Kind-faced auntie approached.
"Your face.... Something wrong?"
"N-no. Nothing. Just... feeling off."
"Take some meds."
"I'm fine. Oh, wife's out overnight again."
"Yes, sir."
Forcing "fine"s, he escaped to his room, holing up for hours.