The First Pussy House Conference
- ZZZing. At the sudden vibration, Seo Hyun-ju glanced at her phone. What appeared on the screen was a text message.
"…."
It wasn't exactly appealing. "Return to home" didn't mean her actual house—it was an order to head to Ko Mu-yeol's place, where she'd been forced to offer her body. In other words, get to the young master's house by 6 PM. For reference, her normal quitting time was 6 PM.
"…."
To make it on time without being late, she'd have to take half a day off! But she couldn't refuse. She belonged to Ko Mu-yeol now.
Emilia had received the same message.
"…What the hell. If you're gonna do this, you could've just taken me with you when you left."
She couldn't voice her complaints loudly for fear someone might overhear, so she just sighed and swallowed her frustration. Having witnessed a detective's execution right in front of her, she was already thoroughly cowed.
She pressed the button on her desk to summon her secretary.
"You called, ma'am?"
"I'm heading out now, so take care of the office for me."
"Pardon? R-right… now?"
She muttered something like that's not good, but caught on quick when she saw Emilia's utterly defeated expression.
"Y-you have to go, don't you…."
"…."
"Understood."
"Just compile the important reports and send them over."
"Yes, ma'am."
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Back at the house, I lounged around munching snacks and watching the trainees dance until it was time to set up the pussy house welcome. Forcing them to practice nothing but sexy routines had paid off—their skills felt noticeably sharper after just a few days.
My cock twitched and swelled. But I wasn't going to fuck them. This was just foreplay. A courtesy(?) for the grand pussy house welcome ceremony later.
That said, Songdo to Ganghwa is way too damn far.
Lately, it felt like I was commuting there daily, and one way took a full hour and a half. Round trip? Three hours down the drain.
Rainbow Miracle's in Ganghwa, and so's Shinmirae Daily where Seo Hyun-ju works.
Songdo was prime real estate for the elite and nightlife, but not ideal for legit businesses in the sunlight. Especially not the entertainment industry. Just look at where Rainbow Miracle was based.
Maybe set up a base in Ganghwa. Gotta get new offices for Goryeo Entertainment anyway.
I'd canceled the lease on that shockingly shitty office the same day. The owner threw a fit about penalties and bullshit, so I buried him in the mountains and pocketed his cash.
Or hell, why not go whole hog and snag an AV studio? Price is the issue, though.
AV studios were fast and versatile but insanely expensive. Base cost was steep, and operating them cost a fortune. Cheapest ones ran about 60 billion per unit, but for my face, I couldn't go cheap—figure 100 to 200 billion easy.
Problem was, I didn't have that kind of cash on hand. I'd dumped 750 billion into investments, leaving Goryeo Entertainment with barely 80 billion.
Pulling investment funds for an AV? Insane. Guess Ganghwa office it is, then. Stay there for a bit.
A shame about the house, but it was an investment play too. Once the truth behind all the incidents tied to it came out, its value would skyrocket.
- Beep beep beep. The alarm blared. 5 PM. Time to get ready.
Clap clap. I applauded to stop the trainees' dance.
"Good work. Go get ready now."
"H-haaah…. Y-yes… M-Master…."
The trainees panted heavily as they filed out in a rush.
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At 6 PM sharp, after Seo Eun-mi had scrubbed me down every inch, I threw on a simple robe and headed to the dining room. The house had two: a Western-style one with table and chairs, and the tatami room where I'd enjoyed Seong Ye-ji's nyotaimori and Seo Hyun-ju's naked dogeza.
Today's destination: the tatami room.
As I approached the massive three-meter sliding door, it parted left and right, revealing the interior.
Along both sides of the huge room stood rows of busty chefs, tits fully exposed. In the center, my three pussy houses—Im Sua, Emilia, and Seo Hyun-ju—knelt primly before long dining tables.
Im Sua was alone on the left; Emilia and Seo Hyun-ju faced her from the opposite side.
Seo Eun-mi wasn't there because she was behind me—different pedigree. She was Prestige of Incheon stock from the start (NIS spy or not), while these were external pickups.
Dead center between the pussy houses hung Inaeun, buck naked and suspended in midair. Her legs were splayed wide, exposing pussy and asshole in stark detail. Even with nothing but women around (besides me), the full view—including her armpits—would hit her with massive shame when she woke.
I strode down the middle. Every woman in the room rose and bowed.
"“Welcome, Master.”"
Pussy houses all called me Master—standardized.
I slipped between them and stopped before the dangling Inaeun. She still hung limp, head bowed in unconsciousness.
Smack! I grabbed her plump ass cheeks with both hands and kneaded.
"Ngh, mmph…."
I spread the firm, jiggly flesh, then ground my rock-hard cock against her mound to wake her. The anesthesia had plenty of time to wear off, so she stirred quickly.
"Ahh…."
As her eyes fluttered open, I brushed past her and took my seat—right in front of Inaeun, at the room's central end. Im Sua to my right; Emilia and Seo Hyun-ju to my left.
"…."
Inaeun's eyes fully opened. She twisted against her tight bonds, taking in the scene, then stared at me in bewilderment.
"…You have terrible taste."
"You're too kind."
"…."
Tonight's theme: abandonment play. Perfect timing for dinner— we'd voyeur her body on full display while we ate. Tease her midway, of course. Finish up, then lower her and fuck her proper.
"Now that Na-eun's awake, let's begin. The 'First Pussy House Conference.'"
"…."
Emilia grimaced in disgust but quickly schooled it; Seo Hyun-ju squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head. Sua smiled demurely as my #1 pussy house, but her lips twitched. Nobody liked the name much, apparently. Na-eun sure didn't.
But was that my problem? If I liked it, fine. It wasn't for official external use anyway—just our inner circle.
"The purpose of the Pussy House Conference is to foster bonds among my pussy houses and evolve them into mutually beneficial relationships. Just look at this table: cop, prosecutor, journalist, CEO. It'll grow, amplifying the synergies."
I laid out the conference's ambitions. Laughable as it sounded, I meant it. These pussy houses would be the core of my power base. Prestige handled everything, sure—but that was group-level, not mine. I wanted my own force. Time to leverage what I had and max out their growth through inner-circle synergies.
I grabbed a liquor bottle and stood. Approached Sua first; she politely held out her glass.
Pour. One for Sua. Then Emilia. Then Hyun-ju.
Last: Na-eun. I'd feed her mouth-to-mouth.
"To the Pussy House Conference!"
"T-to the… Conference…."
The women echoed limply and downed their drinks. I chugged from the bottle, then gripped Na-eun's jaw and kissed her.
"Mmph!"
She parted her lips without resistance. Our mouths sealed; liquor flowed through into her throat. She gulped it down obediently.
Squeeze. I pressed my body flush, rubbing my erection on her belly while groping her ass.
We made out long and deep until I was satisfied, then pulled back.
"Haa…."
Languid face, faint blush creeping in. Booze or arousal? Either way, this new side of Prosecutor Inaeun looked even prettier.
I snapped my fingers at the chefs and returned to my seat. The doors slid open; meal carts rolled in.
"One drink down—time to eat."
Menus arrived at each table. Nyotaimori, like with Hyun-ju last time—fun as hell. One trainee per table: four total.
"Ah…."
First-timer Emilia gaped, jaw slack. Hilarious—I snapped a pic for the archives.
The last trainee went to Inaeun. Suspended, she couldn't eat, so she'd get serviced instead. That was the point.
Slide. The long-haired trainee knelt and buried her face in Inaeun's crotch.
"Ahh…?!"
She lapped at the pussy in service.
"Nyotaimori—the Pussy House Conference's signature dish going forward. Hyun-ju knows the drill; follow her lead."
"Y-yes?!"
Hyun-ju groaned in despair as eyes turned to her, then finally picked up her chopsticks.