Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon (2)
It's fine. I didn't see it coming, but he seemed satisfied enough thrusting his cock down my throat.
While that cock had been rammed into her throat five times over, she had practiced as hard as she could — pursing her lips, working her tongue. Next time, Jung Hoyoung would be able to fuck her throat even more satisfyingly than before.
Her throat and chest still throbbed. This is nothing.
She was prepared to be slapped across both cheeks until they burned scarlet. To be whipped until her ass swelled raw. To have both hands locked around her throat until she nearly blacked out. To walk naked through the night wearing nothing but a dog collar. To take a cock through her virgin pussy while cuffed hand and foot and blindfolded. To suck him off with a filthy look on her face in front of other people. She had even steeled herself to kneel at a toilet and drink Jung Hoyoung's piss.
Compared to all of that, having a cock rammed down her throat in private was nothing at all.
And yet.
Why does my pussy keep itching?
It had been like that when Jung Hoyoung was thrusting into her throat. It had been like that when he'd ordered her to stay still, and when he'd ordered her to suck. And now she was simply walking, and still her lower belly pounded and her pussy itched.
Worse — my panties are soaked again.
This had never happened to her before, but today a thick, sticky wetness kept leaking out of her for no reason she could accept.
I need to wipe this off. Fast. If her virgin pussy was dripping with slick when he went to pierce it… how filthy, how perverted would Jung Hoyoung think she was?
I'm not a pervert.
Yu Seoyeon denied what her own body was doing with everything she had.
Will he give me time to wash first? She found herself genuinely worrying over whether she would be allowed to shower before her virgin pussy was split open on Jung Hoyoung's cock. I should at least be able to use a bathroom. If it came down to it, she would have to wipe herself off with toilet paper and leave it at that.
But what if he doesn't take me at home? What if he uses my virgin pussy on the university stairs, or in a public restroom, or up on the rooftop?
The thought alone made her lower belly pound again. Her pussy itched worse than before.
A warm trickle slipped past the soaked crotch of her panties and ran down the inside of her thigh.
I have to get to a bathroom and wipe this off. Now.
Her pulse kicked up. Outwardly, though, Yu Seoyeon — dressed in an immaculate white blouse and a black pencil skirt, her face a mask of perfect composure — was the picture of a flawless career woman, trailing silently in Jung Hoyoung's wake.
Something's off.
Jung Hoyoung felt a flicker of unease as he headed for the lecture hall. Why was I seriously considering killing Kim Woobin?
Before he had fallen into this novel's world, he had been an office drone at a shitty little company. Sure, he used to run his mouth about killing his section chief or his department head — but that had been talk, nothing more. He had never meant a word of it.
Just now, though…
I genuinely wanted to kill Kim Woobin.
If there hadn't been a reason to keep him alive? I probably would have.
That wasn't him. Fuck.
The fact that he had merged with the original was hitting him for real now. It wasn't just the sudden spikes of rage, or the way lust boiled up out of nowhere. His personality, his entire way of thinking, had changed. He had known Yu Seoyeon's situation better than anyone alive, and he had still rammed his cock down her throat and pumped her full of cum just to scratch an itch.
I feel a little guilty, sure. But not that much. Instead, he caught himself rationalizing it — turning over the contract he had made with Yu Seoyeon and using it to let himself off the hook.
I need to be careful.
The original villain Jung Hoyoung was a shit-for-brains whose skull was stuffed with nothing but filthy desires. Minimize that bastard's influence. Fail, and he would end up exactly like the novel — getting his ass handed to him by the protagonist, Kim Woobin, over and over again.
When he had been reading the story, he had empathized with Kim Woobin, so every time that idiot villain got toyed with by the hero, he had felt a massive, vicious rush of satisfaction. At the same time, it had never made any damn sense.
With those kinds of specs, how the hell does he lose to Kim Woobin?
Maybe later in the story. Right now, villain Jung Hoyoung was stronger than protagonist Kim Woobin. Jung Hoyoung was a D-class hunter. Kim Woobin was an F-class hunter. On top of that, he had Yu Seoyeon — an A-class hunter — as his secretary and bodyguard. And if he so much as asked his father, Chairman Jung Junggoo, he could tap into as much wealth, power, and raw force as he wanted.
That idiot hid everything that happened to him from his father because he was too embarrassed. The current him had no intention of doing anything that stupid.
This body has no talent. He had gorged himself on elixirs and armed himself head to toe in items that even S-class hunters would kill for, and he was still just D-class. But the background is too good. If he put his mind to it, he had the connections, the power, and the money to make even SSS-class hunters — the strongest beings in this world — dance to his tune.
Let's not live like a fucking idiot.
Why had he admired the novel's protagonist in the first place? Outstanding talent. Strong, beautiful, devoted heroines. A tall frame and a handsome face. Take away the talent and the heroines, and I've actually got it better.
And the heroines who were supposed to become that eunuch protagonist's lovers? I'll just steal them and eat them first, before they ever become his.
He could feel the original villain's desires creeping up through him, slow and slick. This time, he didn't try to force them back down. I am Jung Hoyoung too. He wasn't the protagonist of the novel. He had ended up living as the villain.
And the reason he had wanted to be the protagonist in the first place… was because he couldn't stand watching a hero who acted like some celibate monk. But now?
This is actually better.
If the protagonist was a eunuch? If he tended the heroines like some monk watching over his flock? From a villain's perspective, that's a fucking goldmine. It wasn't as if you had to be the protagonist to fuck the heroines. I don't need to live groveling the way I used to. Even if he was a little more honest about his desires — even if he acted on what he wanted — there was nothing standing in his way.
Still. I shouldn't go around making the same brain-dead fuckups as that idiot Jung Hoyoung. He needed to make the most of the advantages he had. Not like the original, who let his lust explode whenever it felt like it. He should only let it show when it wouldn't come back to bite him.
The lecture hall door slid open. He stepped inside, and the heroines' faces came into view.
In that instant —
Fuck.
His cock twitched hard. Blood surged into it, and a raw, ugly desire flared up through his gut: to close the distance right now, to sink his hands into their breasts, to drive his massive cock straight through their virgin pussies.
This bastard.
Jung Hoyoung took back every time he had called the original villain a shit-for-brains. To have an urge like this and still hold it together that well… The guy had actually been impressive, in his own way. He had somehow crushed a desire like this and hadn't raped the heroines in the middle of a lecture hall. He had stopped at mere sexual harassment.
"Hahh…"
He let out a long breath and tore his gaze away. I thought I'd gotten most of it out of my system. The moment he saw them, control went out the window.
Four of them, for now. There were four heroine-tier beauties in the lecture hall. One of them will be Seo Surin, the top freshman. Another was Seong Hayan, the protagonist Kim Woobin's childhood friend. And the other two? The genius swordswoman Lee Seol and the genius mage Kwon Sojeong, most likely.
If things had followed the novel, he would already be on bad terms with Seo Surin. And Seong Hayan, Lee Seol, and Kwon Sojeong would already have me pegged as a horny piece of shit. Fortunately, right now — for the time being — he didn't have that reputation yet.
Fuck. Cock. Stay the hell down.
He had already looked away. But just picturing the four of them — their faces, their bodies — was enough to make his cock twitch and strain against his pants, announcing itself to anyone who glanced down.
He dropped into his seat. He needed to hide the fact that he was rock-hard. Yu Seoyeon's here, but… He couldn't exactly order her to suck his cock in a lecture hall full of people. And she's stealthed right now, too.
The moment they had entered the university building, Yu Seoyeon — an A-class assassin-type hunter — had vanished into stealth and was secretly escorting him. Invisible. Undetectable. The second I call her, she'll either appear or follow my orders.
Every fiber of him wanted to tell her to get on his cock right then and there. He held back. Even the original Jung Hoyoung didn't go that far. So he could endure it too.
And then —
A soft click. His belt came undone. A zipper rasped down, and his massive cock sprang free beneath the lecture hall desk.
"You?"
He looked down. Yu Seoyeon was there, wreathed in crimson mana. Her eyes, normally black, had already shifted to a deep, burning red — the tell that appeared whenever the A-class assassin used her mana.
"There's no need to worry. I've activated my Stealth Skill, Visual Distortion Skill, and Noise Isolation Skill. Even if you use my throat to deal with your lust, no one else will notice."
"Uh…"
For a moment he was speechless. I thought the original villain was pretty impressive for holding it together. No. It was because Yu Seoyeon had been constantly taking care of his lust that the original had only gone as far as he had.
"If you'd prefer exhibitionism, I can deactivate the skills right now—"
"No need."
"Then I'll begin dealing with your lust."
Yu Seoyeon sealed her lips around him and went to work, sucking and licking, using her tongue and the tight ring of her mouth to stroke him. Then, apparently deciding that wasn't enough, she swallowed him to the root and buried his cock in her throat.
She started bobbing her head in earnest, gagging wetly around him as she got down to the business of dealing with his lust.