As Long as It's Not Me
"Ruin her?"
"Yeees. I kinda wanna see her completely broken... but maybe not...?"
"...?"
I've felt this before, but this bitch never sticks to one lane. She always seems to be aiming for both ups and downs at the same time—it's this weird vibe. Success means pleasure! Failure means pleasure too! That's the feeling.
"If she overcomes all that anguish and forms a whole new worldview, that could be fun to watch in its own way. The end's the same either way."
"Pick one. You're complicated."
"Then, Master, could you do that one thing for me? Like you did to me before."
"What."
"You know, the sexbot in the bedroom. If I tease her a bit more here and then hit her with that as the finisher, she'll come crumbling down."
A cackling laugh echoed through the phone. It sent chills down my spine, but her voice was so damn sexy it turned me on anyway—that was the absurd part.
"Make sure to write Reporter Yoon Ha-young's name on her tits. That's what makes her heart sink."
Damn, do you know how much that costs? She's asking me to do it like it's nothing. It's pocket change for me, but for regular folks, it's a whole house. But she's a competent, delicious fuckhouse, so I'll forgive her.
"Fine. If that bitch reports it to the cops, I'll send Sua over."
"...?"
There was a pause. I could almost feel her tilting her head.
And then—
"...Holy shit."
Her voice dripped with excitement and wetness, spitting out a word that'd been out of style for decades. This bitch—did her pussy just get soaked? She's fucking insane.
'This is when I'd wanna pound her.' Thanks to Inaeun, I was getting hard for no reason. I'd been trying to focus on something productive.
"Thank you, Master."
"Just handle it right."
"Yeees~."
I hung up.
Sua, who'd been standing quietly beside me, let out a sigh.
"Sigh. How'd you end up tangled with a scheming slut like that...? Poor you."
"...Aren't you and her just the same? Corrupt public servant."
Sua jumped back.
"What do you mean?! I just like money and power a tiny bit, take some light bribes, and stay moderately corrupt. But that bitch? She's rotten to the core. Listen to how she talks. 'I'm fucking crazy.' She's straight-up advertising it. Just hearing it makes me feel cold...!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Eek!"
I stepped behind Sua, who was hugging herself and shivering dramatically, and yanked up her short skirt.
"Kyaa!"
I pulled out my cock—hard from Inaeun—and shoved it right in. Her surprised pussy clenched tight around me.
"Ahhh! S-suddenly...?!!"
"Why were you eavesdropping, huh?"
Squelch! Squish!
"Kyaaang! I-I wasn't listeningg!!"
"No excuses. No excuses! No excuses!!"
Slap! Slap! Slaaap!
I hugged her tight from behind in a bear hold and shook my hips mindlessly.
"Hak! Haak!"
I pinned her against the wall and pounded her pale ass like it was dough.
"Aaak! Ahk!"
Her pussy gripped and squeezed my cock hard. It felt insanely good, but part of me craved Im Sua's pussy when it melted all soft and sloppy.
'Gonna melt this one down and eat her later too.'
Inaeun's pussy—that sticky, gooey, snug grip. I wanted to taste it again.
Honestly, Reporter Yoon Ha-young wasn't the type that screamed 'I gotta fuck her no matter what.' She might qualify as a beauty, but that's just because this world's average looks are pathetically high compared to my pre-possession reality. Relatively speaking, she's just a smidge above average. No real need to go out of my way.
That's why I used her as an excuse to fuck her team leader, Seo Hyun-ju. Compared to Hyun-ju, Yoon Ha-young is plain as dirt.
But still...
'Her fuckhouse is a bit much, so let's wrap her up as a sidekick to my fuckhouse Seo Hyun-ju and Inaeun's plaything.'
Got to tie up loose ends. She came after me, after all. It's a law, an iron rule. Anyone who targets me gets punished. Double punished!
"Eun-mi."
"Yes, Young Master."
She glanced at my cock dripping precum from the tip and replied.
"You heard, right? Take the fake cum we made before and get to work."
"Understood, Young Master."
She left.
Truth be told, I fucked Sua on the excuse of eavesdropping, but she was right next to me—she had to hear. All my fuckhouses have these slutty voices, so I always crank the volume. It's basically speakerphone.
"Ahh...?"
I pressed my foot down on Sua's ass, cum leaking between her legs, her butt splayed out messily. That soft, springy give was top-tier.
"Hey."
"Yes...?"
"If Reporter Yoon Ha-young calls the cops, you go. You get what that means, right?"
"Ugh.... Yes, Master...?"
Yoon Ha-young was part of the special prosecution team. Normally, she'd contact the team for something like this, but she might go straight to the police. If she did, Sua would respond—and while comforting her, complete phase one.
Later, when Yoon Ha-young learned the full truth—that all the key people around her, even the Inspector Im Sua who showed up on her police report, were my fuckhouses—how would she feel?
That's probably why Prosecutor Inaeun's voice got so wet over the phone. She was anticipating it.
'Definitely a different flavor.'
I massaged Sua's ass with my foot. Soft and chewy.
"So, Reporter, as long as we nail Rainbow Miracle, you don't care what happens to the rest?"
"We may have cleared Rainbow Miracle on no charges, but our special prosecution uncovered far more sex bribes and enforced them."
"Why the special treatment for Rainbow Miracle? Excluding the video of Team Leader Seo Hyun-ju getting... well, looking like she was raped... isn't it the same as other agencies?"
"There are plenty of other agencies we closed as no charges. They might seem unacceptable to some, just like Rainbow Miracle. But no charges. No evidence."
"Rainbow Miracle has no evidence either, so no charges."
"Even so, if our special prosecution feels meaningless because we cleared Rainbow Miracle, does that mean you think we shouldn't issue no charges at all?"
"That would mean you're no different from someone wielding a Terminator—just not using physical force. If you had a Terminator and were in my seat, you'd have 'executed' Rainbow Miracle."
"I have to ask: why do you frown so much at the Dream First execution case when you're the one who wants a Terminator most?"
"Maybe it's not fully formed yet? That 'justice' you speak of and pursue."
"...?"
She got verbally demolished. Couldn't land a single counter.
'My... my justice...'
Rainbow Miracle... and no charges...
What should she do? What would count as upholding 'justice' right now?
She shuffled like a living corpse into the elevator.
A faint gravitational pull as it rose, but she stared blankly ahead.
She zombie-walked out, unlocked the door.
Beep, bleep. Clank.
She stepped inside.
"...?"
Even in her mental fog, she noticed immediately. The air felt different.
Sizzle, crackle. A pet robot lay dead in the corner of her one-room. A single bullet clean through the core. Instant kill.
And on the small bed—
"!! Wha-what...!"
A woman in an indescribably slutty state was being ravaged live.
Her legs splayed wide, massive vibes jammed in her pussy, ass, and mouth. Her clothes torn to shreds, exposing nipples and navel blatantly.
And on her chest—
Yoon Ha-young. Her name in red letters.
Cum splattered everywhere as a bonus.
"Hee-!"
The moment she processed it, Reporter Yoon Ha-young's legs gave out and she collapsed.
"Heek...!"
Her vision went black-hot, every nerve screaming. Heart pounding in terror, on the verge of blackout.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!!"
"So, you came home from work and found it like this?"
"Y-yes, yes...!!"
"Any signs of who broke in?"
"H-how would I know that?! Isn't that for the police to figure out...?!"
Im Sua nodded at her trembling words, then smiled beautifully at Reporter Yoon Ha-young.
"Of course. You're right, ma'am. That's our job. Don't worry. I'll make sure to find whoever did this."