Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Falling Married Woman Lee Sun-young
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Shamelessly, the debtor Jung Jin-hyuk hadn't paid a single cent of interest even after that horrific collection.
There couldn't be anything more agonizing than having your semen stolen by a stranger you didn't even love, yet here he was—a man who was impressively awful in the worst way.
A guy who was utterly useless except for his slightly larger-than-average cock and his boundless stamina.
The fact that she had to come collect again because of this man was utterly infuriating.
"Damn it, why does he keep popping into my head..."
The truth was, ever since that last collection, his dick hadn't left her mind for a second—and that had nothing to do with her irritation.
Probably...
She rang the doorbell, and Jung Jin-hyuk greeted her with a cheerful grin. He clearly hadn't learned a thing from his previous punishment; his carefree smile grated on her nerves.
"Ah, great to see you, Sun-young. You're back again today."
As the door swung open, a thick, suffocating aroma wafted out into the hallway.
"Tch, what's the point of burning incense this strong? Isn't there a better way to focus your mind?"
"Haha, nothing works quite like this for me. It's a scent that offers a lot of 'special' help."
"...What an idiot."
She stepped inside and sank into the sofa. As always, she savored the prepared tea while letting the fragrance wash over her.
'It's weird... it always makes me feel so relaxed... hehe.'
The sharp, hostile edge she'd arrived with began to soften. The subtle aroma of the tea blended perfectly with the elegant scent of the incense.
In this pleasant mood, she felt like she might even let the interest payment slide a little.
...As long as he showed the proper attitude.
"Sorry about the outfit. I was in the middle of training right up until you arrived."
He didn't even bother with basic courtesy, facing her in his sweat-soaked training clothes.
His damp, tousled hair, inverted-triangle torso, and thick, solid thighs were all on full display.
'...Nothing like my husband...' Thanks to his endless desk work, her husband's thighs were barely as thick as her calves—a comparison that sprang to mind unbidden.
A strange, lewd tingle shot through her for a moment, but now was the time to focus on collection.
"I hope you've learned your lesson from last time's collection. Are you prepared to pay up properly today?"
He shrugged his shoulders and started blabbering in that arrogant tone.
"Sorry, but I'm still broke today. You know that, right? Becoming stronger as an Awakener doesn't happen overnight."
With her far superior mana control, she could tell he'd made some progress on his own.
Even if he'd burned through money like water, he clearly had some basic talent. His mana manipulation had noticeably improved in such a short time.
'Not everyone could achieve this so quickly, even with all the cash in the world.'
With proper guidance, he had the potential to grow fast.
Of course, to her eyes, he was still just a fledgling.
"Well, I can see you've made some progress, Jin-hyuk." She replied calmly.
"Haha, I've been working hard."
"But my position is clear. I just need the specified amount on the specified date. Your personal achievements are irrelevant."
"You have the money ready, right?" Even under her threat, he just repeated that he had no cash, the infuriating bastard.
Did he not realize how precarious his situation was?
He clearly needed a harsher collection this time.
"...Looks like you still don't grasp the gravity of this, Jin-hyuk."
She leaned in close to his lap and murmured.
"Ugh, no way... you're not going to do that again...?" He stammered in shock, his voice trembling.
Before he could bolt, she pulled out Jung Jin-hyuk's cock and began the [Standard Collection Procedure].
Her plump lips parted, and her pink tongue slid along his sweat-glistened thigh.
'Salty...' Her lips traveled up his thigh to the shaft, planting a gentle kiss on the pillar.
With each kiss, she shifted her lips toward the head by the width of a thumb joint, repeating the motion.
'Ugh... how many times do I have to kiss this filthy thing...'
If it were her husband, three kisses would've done it—but preparing this pathetic man with his oversized dick took forever.
'Why do I keep thinking about my husband...'
Every comparison to her husband brought a faint, perverse thrill.
Confused but committed, she finished her [Collection Prep] from memory.
Her soft lips gauged his reactions as she filled her mouth with his cock, caressing it tenderly.
'Hurry up... and cum already...!' Dissatisfied with her flawless technique, he tapped the sofa with his fingers, his focus drifting.
Did he want to look away from this nightmare?
She slurped and gulped, now somewhat accustomed to his tool as it plunged down her throat—but he showed no sign of climaxing.
Even twisting her head in spirals to stimulate him irregularly did nothing; he just looked bored.
Worse, his once-rigid cock was starting to soften.
"Mm, at this rate of clumsiness, I'm not even sure you can get it up..." He sneered mockingly.
"What the hell are you doing...? Get it hard right now...!" She glared through gritted teeth, but he pointed at his chin helplessly.
"How am I supposed to stay hard for someone I don't love and don't even find hot? Come on, say something dirty to help me out..."
"You fucking dog..." She hated obeying his cocky chin-jut, but damn it, he had a point.
"It's all for [Swift Debt Recovery], right? I'd feel bad holding up a busy woman like you."
He grinned sleazily, not sorry at all.
"...What do you want me to say...?!"
"Praising my cock would be nice. Or comparing it to your husband's—that'd turn me on." He didn't even hide his vile smirk.
Did he think mentioning her husband would end this?
"Don't you dare mention my husband with that filthy mouth...!"
"It's just to speed things up. You know it's torture for both of us."
"Tch... fine..." Grimacing, she haltingly praised his cock.
"Jin-hyuk... your... your cock is... huge..."
The words barely left her lips before it twitched and hardened again.
"And?"
"Mwah♥ The middle of the shaft is thicker than the rest... it's swelling in such a lewd shape..."
"What about your husband?"
"Don't bring up my husband...! Haah... My husband's is just... a small, straight rod..."
"How does it feel comparing his size to mine?"
She saw through his obvious ploy and didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she praised her husband as much as possible while mentioning sizes.
"Hmph... Unlike your stupid, oversized cock that's a pain to even grip with both hands... my husband's fits perfectly in one—cute and dainty..."
She shook his increasingly rigid shaft with her hand and continued.
"Unlike yours, which requires my whole arm for this exhausting stroke... I can tease my husband's with just my fingers!"
Oddly, comparing her husband's to his stirred a hot arousal from her core, dulling her thoughts into strange praise.
But whatever—it worked. His cock was rock-hard again, mission accomplished.
Having thwarted his petty attempt to withhold his semen once more, she smirked and prepared to drain him dry.
As she buried her face between his legs again, slurping away, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
"*Slurrrp* What the... *schlurp* hell are you...!"
She tried protesting his rudeness, but he seemed eager to dump his load and end this, shoving his cock back down her throat.
'How rude... you'll pay for this...!'
"*Slurrrp* *schlup* *slurp*"
Plotting revenge inwardly, she allowed him to use her like a tool for the moment.
He gripped the ribbon her husband had gifted her like a handle, roughly thrusting into her throat.
'Nothing like my husband... a bad man who handles women so violently...!'
She just thought about how shamelessly he did things her loving husband would never dream of.
Yet strangely, her face flushed hotter with excitement.
'This is weird... why am I feeling... like this right now...?'
He tugged her ponytail toward him, one hand stroking her throat like he was taming a wild beast with a bare leash.
With her head locked in place, Jung Jin-hyuk came deep in her throat—and he looked oddly pleased.
'Hmph, has he lost his mind or something?'
After enduring his long climax, she swallowed every drop left in her mouth, making sure he saw.
The sticky semen slid down her throat with a viscous gulp.
Different from her husband's—not a little, a lot.
No thin consistency here; it was thick enough to form long strands. And the volume? incomparable.
'Why is this... turning me on so much...?' Untraceable excitement built inside her.
If someone saw her face now, it'd probably be beet red.
To an outsider unaware of the context, she might look like a slutty wife wildly aroused from sucking off her lover instead of her husband.