What If I Strip Naked in Front of Her Subordinates?
Im Sua brought her here without a second thought about what might happen if I decided to strip her bare right in front of her own subordinates... Tsk tsk tsk.
Could she really not have a single clue that I might fuck her? Not even one percent?
Sure, the aunt-nephew blood tie was a massive barrier... but come on, even someone with zero awareness should pick up on the signals I was blasting. How could she not even consider it?
"S-s-sorry, Young Master...! I—"
"Forget it. That's her? Jeon Seong-hyun's mom."
"Ah! Y-yes, yes. That's Do Eun-ju, Jeon Seong-hyun's mother."
She turned her gaze to the woman slumped beside me, flashing a relieved smile as she launched into explanations. Strangely, her stammer vanished when she got into it.
"We removed all those tacky implants she had. Any minor scratches from capture got healed up completely. We even did a light skin-whitening treatment and some reverse-aging tweaks. And most importantly, we performed a hymen reconstruction surgery—the kind men love!"
"Huh."
They'd gone all out. Rebuilding her hymen meant they were handing her over as a sex slave for me, yet she hadn't given a damn about her own body. Utterly baffling.
No, wait. Maybe she did prep herself too.
"But why's she all limp like that?"
"Oh, we put her consciousness on standby in the back of her mind so she wouldn't resist or get in the way during... you know. She's fully aware, but her physical responses will be super delayed!"
"...What?"
"If she keeps squirming while you're doing it, it'd just be annoying—"
"..."
Crushing resistance was half the fun, and here they were pulling this nonsense. So this was her so-called "packaging." I'd thought it before, but people got a bit hazy after the procedure. Any spark of interest I'd had fizzled out.
I could probably reverse it later with another treatment, but not here and now.
Guess I'd have no choice(?) but to fuck Min Ji-ah instead.
She's handing me the perfect excuse on a platter.
"Haa... You really... No, Auntie!!"
"Y-yes??!"
"How am I supposed to eat something so lifeless? It'll taste like shit."
"Gasp! N-no, that's not..."
"Come on, you know better. Aren't you a married woman too? With a kid and a husband?"
"Y-yes... I have a h-husband and a child...! Th-though my husband is dead now..."
"And yet here you are?"
"I-I'm s-s-s-so sorry...!!"
She bowed frantically, over and over. I stood up, dropped my pants and underwear, then stripped fully naked, thrusting out my rock-hard cock like a trophy.
"Look at this."
"...!!!!"
She'd glanced up, then freaked and bowed her head again.
"I said look."
"Ah, ahh..."
She looked again. Even from this distance, her eyes shook violently.
"I was pumped thinking you'd packaged her nice, but like this? Can't even eat her. How you gonna make it up to me?"
"Ah, ahhh... S-sorry!! I'll f-find another one right—"
"At this hour? And I still gotta eat."
"Ah..."
She looked like full-blown panic was hitting her, flailing helplessly.
"Spread 'em."
"...Pardon?"
"Come over here and spread 'em."
"!!!"
Min Ji-ah stared at me in horror, like it was the one line she absolutely wouldn't cross—like it was pure insanity.
"Y-Young Master...! That's—"
"You hyped me up and couldn't deliver? Time to pay with your body."
"B-but you and I..."
"Yeah. That sounds way better. Truth is, you're hotter than that bitch anyway. Spread your legs, suck my cock, rim my ass. From now on, every time."
"Ahh... th-that..."
I sat back down, face stern as I issued the order.
"Sit next to me."
"..."
She hung her head in despair, trembling, inching forward reluctantly until she finally walked over. She stood right beside my table, frozen.
"You gonna loom over me?"
"!! N-no, not at all."
She dropped to her knees in a flash. Up close, her beauty hit different. The elegant bob haircut, silver earrings sparkling like ice crystals, the daring plunge of her neckline tracing her collarbone and shoulders—it was nose-tinglingly seductive. And below that, those heavy tits spilling out—
"Fuck, you slut, you're built to get dicks hard."
"!!"
I threw the crude line on purpose, and her face drained pale as she bowed her head, eyes maybe glistening with tears.
"Look at me."
"..."
She raised her gaze cautiously. Our eyes met. A shiver ran through me at the raw sex appeal she held back.
I grabbed her face like I was possessed and crushed my lips to hers. She muffled a yelp as I pinned her, forcing her jaw open and invading. I savored her soft tongue tangling with mine, pulling her into a hug while groping her tits like dough. It ramped me up so hard pre-cum beaded at my tip. Borderline painful now.
I finally pulled back after about three minutes. Min Ji-ah panted like she'd black out.
"I'm starving. Gotta eat."
"Ahh... Y-Young M-Master,"
One hand made her jerk me off while the other scooped rice and sides. My focus stayed on groping her—tits, waist, belly, thighs, ass. I ate what she fed me, then opened my mouth toward her. She blanked at first, then got it and pressed her lips to mine.
Tears finally spilled from Min Ji-ah. Nothing beat playing dirty to shatter a woman's mind and torment her. Too dirty, though, and it'd wreck mine too.
As the meal wrapped up, I toyed with her tits, shifted her around, and stroked her hair softly. Then I gripped hard, took control, and guided her shaking hand to my cock.
"!"
"Stop shaking it. Suck."
"!!! Y-Yo-Young Master...!! I-I've never—"
"Suck it."
"Ah, ahh..."
I ordered again, shoving her head down. But she resisted to the end, lips sealed. A lifetime of prim-and-proper living made sucking cock too much for her, even under my command.
"My dick too dirty for you?"
"Young Master... please...!"
Tch. Annoying bitch. Resisting at the key spot.
Fine. Rushing it would kill the thrill. Slowly corrupting her ain't bad.
Our lofty Aunt Min Ji-ah thinks my cock's too filthy to suck? No way she'd even touch my ass with her tongue, obviously. So I'd summon her day after day, finger-fuck her pussy each time, drill it into her head. You're my fuckhole. Eventually, she'd suck my dick. And my ass too.
"Side-branch bitch pissing me off."
"S-sorry... Sorry, Young Master...! But..."
"Then ride me."
"!"
"Chew my cock with your pussy and shake."
"Ah..."
"What, too hard? Didn't you fuck your husband nonstop? Or lick my ass instead? I could go all day."
"!!!!"
She dry-heaved. Then squeezed her eyes shut and climbed on. Her skirt made it easy—just shove in.
"Squeeze tight."
"...Yes."
She knelt straddling me, trembling hands pulling her panties aside, grabbing my cock and aiming.
Squeeze.
"Eut,"
Rubbed at her entrance. Then schlup!—in it went.
"Hngh!"
"Oh, fuck."
A married woman's ripe flavor! Though the grip was tighter than expected.
"Agh, ngh, hngh,"
"Slides right in."
"Haa."
"How much you done it? Sex."
"N-not... much...!"
"Yeah?"
She rocked her hips. Her pussy slurped and spat at my cock.
...But why's she so bad at this?
Min Ji-ah just went up and down. That was it.
"Eut, hngh,"
Still enjoyable enough. Side branch or not, fucking an aunt brought satisfaction, and she was a stunner dripping sex appeal. Feeling her pussy walls and her sweat-slick body grinding was plenty good. Plus, the endless potential for training her up got me excited.
You're my rimjob specialist fuckhole now, Min Ji-ah.
Rimming—that thing she loathed, even gagging at the thought? That's what I'd specialize her in.
"You're shit at this."
"S-sorry—"
I pulled future thrills into the now, picturing her rimming me shamelessly. Laid her on the floor, spread her legs wide, and pounded hard.
"Agh!"
"Gotta do it like this for me to enjoy your body, right, Auntie?"
"Yo-you brute! Too rough, Young Master!!"
"This is how it's done."
I ravaged her mercilessly. Wet slaps echoed as her sexy face twisted in pain, massive tits jiggling wildly.
"Kyaa!"
Leaned in, pinned her wrists to the floor, slammed my full weight between her legs, wrecking her.
"Ahngh!"
One hell of a feeling. Laying out and fucking a social superior like this. Only the Goryeo Group's eldest grandson could pull this insane shit. Thick taboo and conquest surged through me, melting into cock-bliss.
"Cumming, Min Ji-ah!"
"Aah!"
Buried my face in her heaving tits, pressed my hips down, and unloaded. Massive load—like fueling up. Poured endlessly into her womb.
"Agh, aa... Y-Young Master's..."
Min Ji-ah mumbled in a daze. Getting raped by me must've shocked her silly. But this was just the start.
Fragile mentality, Auntie. Time to toughen you up with some drugs.
"Sua, clear the way to my bedroom. No one around."
"Yes, Master."
Pulled out of limp Min Ji-ah.
"Seol, bring Auntie."
"Yes, my lord."
"And grab that one too. Gift or not, gotta take it."
"Yes."
"Ahh... Y-Young Master, i-is it... over...?"
"Of course not. What kinda talk is that?"
"!"
"Just missionary with your husband? Turns out you're barely used."
Her moves sucked, yeah.
"Take good care of me till Monday dawn, Auntie?"
"...!"