We've Mixed?
If this had been reality?
And on and on like that. Every kind of curse and insult would have come pouring out.
There were actually plenty of comments like that, too.
But what could you do? Being Chairman Jung Junggoo's son was Villain Jung Hoyoung's only real advantage.
Without a background like that, a talentless slacker who never put in any effort could never have kept showing up as the villain.
The one and only heir to the Woosung Group, South Korea's greatest conglomerate. A chairman who was an utter fool for his son and shielded him no matter what he did. Without that setup, Jung Hoyoung would have been Extra Number One — a character whose entire role was to show up once and get wrecked by the protagonist.
A ragged panting reached Jung Hoyoung's ears as he sorted through the memories rising in his mind.
That tickles.
Hot breath teased across his lower stomach and groin. Yu Seoyeon filled his vision, her face flushed a deep crimson, panting hard through her nose.
She looks like such an amateur.
Today was the first day Jung Hoyoung had received Yu Seoyeon as a gift from his father, Chairman Jung Junggoo.
The night before, he had sent her a text: the moment she arrived for work at eight in the morning, she was to come into his bedroom, suck his cock, and make him come.
Secretary was only her title. In truth she was Jung Hoyoung's sex slave and bodyguard, and she had followed the order — come into the bedroom and taken his cock into her mouth. But Yu Seoyeon was a virgin, and her technique was utterly pathetic.
Chairman Jung Junggoo really does keep a tight leash.
He had used Yu Seoyeon's circumstances to bury her under a mountain of private-loan debt dressed up as an investment, then piled on support so lavish it bordered on excessive. Afterward he had bound her rights and her freedom with an investment contract that was a loan-shark agreement in everything but name.
A debt that swelled with compound interest. On top of that, a carefully applied layer of gaslighting — the conviction that she owed Jung Hoyoung a kindness she could never repay. Between the two, Yu Seoyeon had been bound so thoroughly she could not move.
Her relationships with men had been policed just as strictly. Yu Seoyeon was a coming-of-age gift for his son Jung Hoyoung's twentieth birthday, and for a father who was an utter fool for that son, keeping her untouched was only natural. A gift with the blemish of a non-virgin would have been a problem.
I stole the gift that was supposed to go to the original Jung Hoyoung.
An unnameable satisfaction surged up through him, and a laugh broke from his throat.
"Khheh heh heh!"
A wet, sucking sound cut through the air. Yu Seoyeon, who had been licking and sucking his cock with everything she had, lifted her body and let him slip from her mouth.
"I'm sorry. It was my inadequacy that kept me from finishing in time. You need to go have breakfast now."
The instant her words reached him, something inside him snapped — a clean, sharp break — and a rage he could not contain came boiling up.
"Suck it again."
Yu Seoyeon bent back down at once and took his cock into her mouth.
His hands clamped onto the back of her head, fingers twisting hard into that fiery red hair — and he drove his hips forward.
A cock large enough to be called a weapon punched into her mouth and vanished down her throat.
Yu Seoyeon's face twisted in pain as it stabbed into the back of her throat. She tried to push away the hands fisted in her hair.
"Don't move."
The voice that hit her then was thick with fury, and the body that had been trying to pry Jung Hoyoung's hands off her hair locked up like stone.
"Fuck! I couldn't come because you're so fucking bad at this!"
With that, he started moving his hips in rough, punishing strokes. His thick, lengthy cock stabbed into Yu Seoyeon's throat without rest, and a strangled, wet gagging spilled out of her around it.
The sensation of his cock grinding into that tight, narrow throat drew a satisfied smile across Jung Hoyoung's face. It still wasn't enough.
He put his weight into his hips and shoved in, then hauled on the red hair in his fists and dragged her toward his waist.
His massive cock forced her narrow throat open and drove in deep. Yu Seoyeon's eyes went bloodshot; tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks.
"That's a bit better."
Feeling that warm, tight throat clamp hard around his cock, Jung Hoyoung started working his hips in earnest. His huge cock pistoned in and out of her throat without mercy.
Yu Seoyeon endured it, tears streaming from bloodshot eyes, barely holding on.
"Close your lips. Use your tongue and lick."
The order landed on her while her throat was still stuffed full. Even with her airway blocked and tears pouring down her face, Yu Seoyeon pursed her lips around the shaft of his cock and moved her tongue, licking him as she had been told, wet sucking sounds breaking around her choked gasps.
"I'm about to come. Swallow all of it."
He drove his hips forward and yanked on her red hair with everything he had. His massive cock disappeared completely into her mouth; the bridge of her nose and her tightly shut eyes were crushed against his lower stomach.
His cock pulsed, once, then again and again, pouring cum straight down her throat.
"Ahh. That's good."
Jung Hoyoung let go of the red hair in both hands. His huge cock slid free of her mouth with a wet sound.
Yu Seoyeon coughed violently, hacking up some of the cum that had gone down her throat, then sucked in air in desperate, ragged gasps. She was an A-class hunter, but having her throat suddenly blocked and going without breath for that long was still agony.
"Who told you to spit?"
Jung Hoyoung's voice was ice against her ear.
"I-I'm sorry."
The apology tumbled out of her in a rush.
"Lick it up."
Yu Seoyeon's trembling eyes dropped to the cum and spit she had coughed onto the sheets.
"You're not going to eat it?"
She put her tongue out. Still panting, she licked the cum and spit off the bedsheet and swallowed. But what she had coughed up was on Jung Hoyoung's body as well.
When the sheets were clean, she turned to the mess on him — his thighs, his groin, his cock, his balls — and set about cleaning every trace of cum and spit with her tongue and lips, sucking and licking until nothing was left. Last of all she put her mouth to the slit of his cock and sucked away the bead of cum still clinging there.
Then she swallowed what was in her mouth.
"You need to leave promptly now."
The words snapped Jung Hoyoung back to himself.
What? What the hell was that?
He stared blankly at Yu Seoyeon in front of him. Bloodshot eyes. Tear tracks standing out sharp on her cheeks. That red hair a wreck.
What the fuck.
The curse rose on its own. When Yu Seoyeon had taken her mouth off his cock and told him it was time to go eat breakfast — if he had still been himself…
I would have just gone out and eaten.
He had been dropped into a novel without warning, but he had already grasped that this place was real. That meant gathering information came first. Information on the protagonist, Kim Woobin, above all.
And more decisively than that—
I'm not this kind of bastard.
Yu Seoyeon was a woman who had been bound with money and forced into being a sex slave. Under Chairman Jung Junggoo's meticulous management, she had never had a physical relationship with a man — had never dated, never kissed, never even shared something as light as a hug. She was untouched.
And I told a woman like that to lick my cock.
Except he hadn't. That had been the novel's villain, Jung Hoyoung.
Not guilty.
But.
I didn't stop it, either.
He had been in shock. He could put that much down to the chaos of being thrown into a novel without warning.
That isn't a crime.
Aiding, maybe. But then he had shoved his cock into the mouth of a virgin who had never even been kissed. And he hadn't stopped there. He had grabbed the back of her head, fisted her hair, and rolled his hips, forcing a piston into her throat.
It wasn't even fellatio. It was irrumatio — and I forced it on her.
And that still wasn't all. He had ordered her to lick up the cum and spit she had coughed out after going so long with her throat blocked she couldn't breathe.
I'm not that much of a scumbag.
Consensual oral sex? If a woman offered? He wouldn't turn it down. But he was not the kind of trash who would look at a woman who clearly hated it, ram his cock down her throat anyway, and use her to get off.
It hit me in a flash. The anger just boiled over.
Desire had surged, and reason had not been able to hold emotion down.
This rotten…
That was when he understood.
This isn't simple possession.
They had mixed.
At first he had believed that his original self — the one from outside the novel — had merely absorbed the memories of Jung Hoyoung, the villain of Hunter Kim Woobin's Harem Life Chronicle. He had been wrong.
It was not merely memories he had taken in. Villain Jung Hoyoung's bottomless possessiveness toward beautiful women, his hunger to conquer, and the sexual appetite that boiled so violently inside him — all of it had become his own.