If You Act Up, You're Dead!!
“!!”
Ah. A word slipped out.
I was supposed to introduce myself as the eldest grandson of the Goryeo Group.
‘But... it doesn't seem entirely wrong.’
In a world where the Goryeo Group is basically South Korea itself, its eldest grandson is South Korea's eldest grandson too, right?
Hmm. I'll go with this introduction from now on. Feels good.
“But I've got one question.”
“Y-yes, sir! Please, go ahead, young master.”
“Our prosecutor In Eun-young is swamped with her special investigation right now. Who the hell dragged her all the way to the Supreme Prosecutors' Office? With that dickless bastard.”
“…!!”
The chief prosecutor's face went pitch black. A storm of frantic thoughts flashed across his mind.
Then, “I-I'm sorry, young master!!”
He shot up like a nimble toad, climbed onto the table, and slammed his head down. The glass nameplate shattered with a crack, and blood splattered lightly.
Whoa. Hot stuff. Our chief prosecutor.
“I told him not to touch anything related to you, but he kept insisting on bringing her...! I've committed a mortal sin!!”
Right on cue, “Chief Prosecutor!!”
“Are you okay?!!”
Prosecutors and security rushed in like a herd.
I spotted the chief's secretary peeking in, trembling—she must've called them.
“!!”
They all witnessed their top boss kowtowing to me. Shocked faces everywhere, and the chief shrinking even deeper, flinching.
Tsk tsk tsk. Of all times to barge in.
You're making a fool of yourself.
I scanned the crowd that had poured in. Every single one stared at the chief and me in stunned horror. He won't be able to show his face properly anymore.
“You've humiliated yourself enough, so I'll let it slide this once. But make damn sure it doesn't happen again. You get what I mean?”
“Yes, young master! Th-thank you... sir...”
He staggered to his feet. I picked up the bloodstained mother-of-pearl nameplate and shoved it at the guy I figured was Butler Boy's secretary.
“Ah...”
“Deliver this to his mom and dad. Tell 'em he acted above his station and got himself killed. This is his keepsake.”
“Y-young master...!”
I circled around the sofa and table, heading out.
“In Eun-young, come with me.”
“Yes.”
The prosecutors crowding the entrance parted left and right. Some even bowed unconsciously.
“Where's the bathroom?”
I asked the chief's secretary, and she flinched, pointing shakily down the hall.
“O-one floor down... that way...”
I dragged In Eun-young to the women's restroom. Opened a stall, shoved her in.
“Sit.”
She lowered the toilet lid, sat on it, propped her feet up, and spread her legs. Her hand reached out, stroking my pants over my dick before yanking the zipper down.
As she opened her mouth to say something, I clamped her jaw shut with my hand.
“Mmph?!”
“Watch your mouth. And your actions.”
“...”
“Sure, that's your kink, but when it's too much, it pisses me off. What? Worried about other dick juice getting in? Where'd you learn to talk like that?”
I could've explained dryly and she'd have come running, but she picked those words on purpose. She enjoys me getting mad. And the fallout.
This goddamn dopamine addict.
“I'm your toy? No—you're my toy. You're my pussy house. Got it?”
I let go. After one or two seconds of silence, she lowered her eyes apologetically.
But she couldn't hide the sneaky excitement peeking through. Fixing this bitch is hopeless.
Still, the warning should help a bit.
“Suck.”
“Yesss.”
She pulled out my dick, parted her small lips, and engulfed the head with a wet slurp, swallowing it deep.
“Hoo.”
All the pent-up excitement from today got sucked into her mouth, my thighs twitching with tension. I braced against the wall, rocking my hips gently.
Each thrust plunged into her hot cave—schlurp, schlurp—sending dizzying pleasure surging through me.
Guess I've been too worked up. Barely moved a few times and I'm already close.
Grabbed her hair with one hand, shook her head. Rammed like I was slapping her face with my crotch, over and over.
About three minutes in, I pressed her head down hard and came.
Squirt, squirt—spewing cum, and her throat gulping it down with a glurk.
“Haaa...”
Deep breath out. Like inhaling thick cigarette smoke, the fog in my head cleared a notch.
“Hoo, fu.”
Savoring the afterglow, I slowly pumped her face back and forth. Once my dick recovered enough, I pulled out with a pop.
“Hic.”
Her face was already a mess of tears and snot. I smeared my dick all over it. Especially around that perky nose—squelch, squelch—then shook the head under her nostrils, blasting her with that rank dick stench.
If I could smell it this strong, what about her? Her brow furrowed slightly.
That sight gave me a twisted little thrill. I pulled her up, spun her so her ass faced me, and pinned her to the wall.
Hiked up her short suit skirt, ripped the stockings at her crotch, and brought my dick to bear.
“Spread.”
“Ahh...”
In Eun-young grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart. Couldn't see it, but her pussy was probably gaping too. Touched the head along the slit—already soaked.
Goddamn dopamine junkie.
Plunge!
“Ahk!”
One hard thrust in, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Hands off. Keep pounding.”
“Hmph?!”
Don't want to moan out loud? Tough shit. This is punishment.
Yanked her hand away by force and slammed my hips—thud, thud.
Her pussy, chewing my dick greedily, clenched in surprise and squeezed back hard.
“Ugh! Eughk!”
She stifled her moans as best she could. Fat chance. I went harder.
Squelch!
“Ahak!!”
The decibels spiked.
“So fucking wet. You slut. Like that back there?”
Not as drenched as her first time, but sopping enough to slurp my dick right down. Pure bliss.
“M-master! Ahk! M-mouth... haak!”
“Just let it rip? Fine by me—tell everyone Special Prosecutor In Eun-young from Division 3 is some big shot's pussy house. No more bullshit after that.”
“Th-that's...!”
“Acting all high and mighty, whining about other dick juice.”
“S-sorry, aaah!”
Smack!
“Kghup?!”
Slapped that plump ass, and her pussy clamped down tight.
This bitch got a maso streak too?
“Don't even say the word. Real cum or just the word—only my dick juice goes in that mouth. Got it?”
“Y-yes, eek!”
I pounded her almost violently. The stall partition rattled and shook precariously, like it might collapse any second.
That edge-of-your-seat thrill fueled my hips.
—Yeah. Something came up today, that's why it's all chaos. I'll call you later...
—Uh, yeah.
While I railed In Eun-young, voices drifted from outside. No one blocked the entrance, so they just wandered in.
They'd probably ignore Sua and the secretaries standing in the middle of the restroom.
Then—thrust! Thrust! Plunge!
“Eughk! Mmph! Uuugh!”
—...?
They'd perk up at the pounding sounds. How do I know? I could feel it.
Steady faucet trickle? Pauses in conversation? Feels off—means they're tuned in.
Running water means washing hands, splashes everywhere. Talk should flow steady.
Spot something, get hooked—that's what breaks the rhythm.
Right now, it's our fuck noises.
—Wh-what... Excuse me, is someone in here?
The bold ones ask outright. The Suas shoo them off vaguely.
“Hoo.”
Spurt! Spluuurt!!
“Uugh...”
I unloaded hard, pinning her body against the wall. Squeezed out the last drop from my tip into her pussy, then pulled free.
She crumpled to the floor.
“Hek... heuk...”
Sweat-matted hair, dazed eyes like her soul fled. Hot breaths spilling from parted lips.
Two loads into her already, and this erotic sight kept me half-hard.
“...Slutty bitch.”
Perfect fit. Slutty bitch.
“Get your ass ready by end of the week. Anal.”
“Eh...?”
Caught her off guard—she made a rare dumb face. Kinda funny.
“Clean up and come out.”
I headed out. Empty now, luckily or not.
“Go help her.”
“Yes, young master.”
Ordered Seo Eun-mi, then stretched. Arms up high.
Streeetch. Muscles pulled taut, fatigue melting away. Nice.