Rough Lessons in Domination
"So, a special service... What exactly are you craving?"
At Seonwoo's languid question, Woo Jincheol hesitated for a moment before baring his desires honestly. His voice dripped with greed, unbelievable for a prosecutor.
"Truth be told... I build up a lot of stress on the job. I want to let it out rough. Someone who won't fight back no matter how I handle her—hell, who loves it. Got anyone like that?"
A sly grin spread beneath Seonwoo's wolf mask. "Of course, Prosecutor Woo. Eden makes every fantasy come true."
Seonwoo gave Han Chae-a a curt order over the radio. Moments later, the VVIP room door opened, and a woman entered.
"She'll give you everything you're after. Enjoy her however you like."
Seonwoo left those words behind and returned to the observation room.
On the monitor, Woo Jincheol grabbed the woman's hair like he'd been waiting for it and kissed her savagely. He flung her onto the bed and rammed his cock in roughly. But that was the extent of his play—just yanking her hair and pounding mindlessly.
Seonwoo clicked his tongue in disappointment.
Soon after, Woo Jincheol emerged from the room with a satisfied grin. Seonwoo waited in the hallway.
"Satisfied, sir?"
"Haha, absolutely! Eden lives up to the hype. Best night ever."
Woo Jincheol looked genuinely thrilled. Seonwoo smirked at him.
"Hmm... But she didn't seem all that satisfied."
"What? What do you mean? She was screaming like she loved it..."
Woo Jincheol stammered in confusion. Instead of answering, Seonwoo led him to another nearby VVIP room.
Inside, Han Chae-a knelt in a mask, waiting.
"Sir, allow me to show you what true rough sex really means."
Seonwoo ripped Han Chae-a's dress clean up to her neck in one brutal yank. He pulled out his scorching-hot cock. Woo Jincheol gulped involuntarily at the overwhelming sight.
Seonwoo seized her hair, forcing his cock into her resisting mouth.
"Guhk! Khk... Mmph!"
Tears streamed from Han Chae-a's eyes as she choked, but Seonwoo thrust mercilessly to the back of her throat.
After a long while, he yanked it out and hurled her onto the bed. He plunged in from behind, slapping her ass with sharp cracks as he pounded like a beast.
"Nngh...! Urk! M-Master...!"
Han Chae-a let out moans laced with pain and pleasure.
"Hah...! M-Master, t-today... n-not inside..."
"Shut up. You gonna tell me where to cum while I'm fucking you?"
Seonwoo shook his hips even harder, creaming deep inside her protesting pussy.
"Hoo..."
Seonwoo caught his breath, then turned to Woo Jincheol, who stared in a daze.
"So, sir? How was that?"
Woo Jincheol just swallowed hard, speechless. But the bulge straining his pants was hideous.
"Haha, plenty of time left, sir. We'll leave you to it."
Seonwoo supported the still-trembling Han Chae-a from her afterglow and exited.
Left alone, Woo Jincheol eyed his bed partner with shaking, bloodshot, beastly eyes.
"A-Ah... Um..."
The woman on the bed trembled in fear at his feral gaze. Then he lunged like a mindless animal.
"Kyaaah!"
"You slut...! You love it? Fucking love it, don't you?"
After that, only the woman's moans and Woo Jincheol's curses echoed faintly from the room.
Back in the observation room, Seonwoo watched Woo Jincheol clumsily mimic his moves, ravaging the woman.
"Yeah, that's more like it. Now he won't wanna leave this club."
Han Chae-a murmured beside him, sounding a bit disappointed. "Hmm... You could've gone even rougher..."
"Kek, too intense for a newbie?"
Seonwoo teased. "Gotta hook Woo Jincheol deeper... Not everyone’s got your maso build, Chae-a."
"From what I saw, that's his limit, Master."
"Huh? How do you know?"
Han Chae-a smiled meaningfully behind her mask. "...You can just tell. Real boundary-pushers like you or the young miss dive right in without hesitation."
"Fair enough. Bet he's satisfied with his partner now. If she complains later, swap her out."
"No need. She's got strong maso tendencies—not like me, but enough. She's probably loving it right now."
Sure enough, on the monitor, the woman wore a subtle smile of pleasure amid Woo Jincheol's clumsy violence.
Han Chae-a's cheeks flushed as she watched, her breathing quickening. Seonwoo caught the subtle shift and suddenly slapped her cheek hard.
Slap!
"Turned on? Classic maso."
"Ngh...!"
Han Chae-a crumpled to the floor from the impact. Her mask slipped off, and through her disheveled hair, her face gleamed not with pain, but ecstasy.
"Hah... Hah... M-Master..."
"Wanna finish what we started?"
Seonwoo grabbed her hair and dragged her like a ragdoll to the simple bed in the corner. He flung her on, pried her legs apart, and slammed his cock in.
"Hnnngh...!"
As Han Chae-a moaned in bliss, Seonwoo choked her throat while slapping her cheeks wildly with his other hand.
Slap! Slap! Dull smacks echoed through the room, and a thin trickle of blood ran from Han Chae-a's nose.
Her pained groans mixed with the wet slaps of flesh, filling the air.
"Chae-a, Yuna pierced these for you, right?"
"Hah, y-yes...! Lady Yuna did it herself... with the piercing gun...!"
Seonwoo touched the piercings in her nipples and clit, then tugged gently.
"Nnggggh...!"
"Oho, you clenched hard just now. Felt good, huh?"
"Haaang! Yes, yes! So good!"
"Kek, you crazy maso bitch. Fine, I'll give you what you want."
Seonwoo yanked the piercings hard. He twisted and shook them taut to the breaking point, tormenting her further.
"Kyaaaah! M-Master...! I'm... gonna cum!"
"Yeah? Then let's wrap this up."
The room filled with fiercer moans and flesh impacts. Seonwoo flooded her pussy with another hot load.
"Whew. Beg Yuna or Sori for the rest."
"Hah... Thank you, Master..."
"Oh, almost forgot to ask—how's Yuna's training?"
Han Chae-a wiped the cum leaking from her as she answered. "Hmm, it's not really training from her."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Lady Yuna can't train like the young miss. But lately, her femdom play's gotten more intense. I'm pretty satisfied."
"Heh, told her to train you, and she's just enjoying herself."
"Hehe, but isn't it fine? I love when she steps on my face or pussy, or edges me right before climax."
"Whatever... As long as you're happy."
Han Chae-a thanked him with a satisfied smile on her wrecked face.
As Seonwoo's session wrapped, Woo Jincheol's finished too on the monitor.
Seonwoo donned his mask again and met the beaming prosecutor at the room door.
"Satisfied this time, sir?"
"Hahaha! Incredible! Never knew a world like this existed..."
Seonwoo chuckled. "Your job bottles up a lot. But at Eden, let it all out—no holding back."
"Feels like all my pent-up knots are gone. Gotta repay you somehow..."
Woo Jincheol leaned in, whispering just for Seonwoo's ears. "Eden isn't after simple cash—I get that. You want... intel, right?"
Seonwoo nodded silently behind the mask.
"PP Group's granddaughter got busted for drugs recently. Buried off-record with their pull... But my info says it wasn't just weed—cocaine."
"Oho... Interesting."
Woo Jincheol pulled back, bowing politely. "Had a blast tonight. Call anytime you need me."
He left. Alone, Seonwoo pondered.
PP Group's granddaughter on coke...
The intel was tantalizing bait. A chaebol heiress—not a club member, but a prime target. She felt like she'd make a special slave among his collection.
Time to scout her out. Lurk near her place, hit her with Harem Scan... Something'll turn up.
Seonwoo grinned wickedly at the thought of fresh prey.