Rookie: Baek Jaesung 8
Rina knew exactly what words Baek Jaesung loved to hear. What a perverted bastard he was.
"My pussy's begging for your milk, oppa. Hngh…!"
Her face burned hotter than usual today. Normally, lines like that didn't embarrass her much. Blame it on Jaesung's relentless depravity.
"Look at this pussy. Total emergency. If we don't cool it down quick, it's gonna turn into a full-blown inferno."
Jaesung rocked his hips, rubbing his meat sword against the entrance of Rina's pussy. Gentle and teasing, but with real force behind it. The way he toyed with her felt like a veteran mercenary who'd rolled through battlefields for decades, while his throbbing, vein-bulging cock looked like a dragon on the verge of awakening.
Rina's pussy was primed and ready for its VIP guest. The dainty hole gaped open just right for Jaesung's girth, dripping thick nectar in sticky strings.
Jaesung eased his grip on her thighs.
"Heh! Guess we're going in the back door today!"
Rina's body slid downward under gravity. But his cock didn't meet her pussy—instead, it plunged straight into her asshole.
"Hogogogot!"
Rina let out a shriek at the surprise assault. Her pussy had been all prepped—trimmed like a helipad, waxed smooth as a barracks floor for the division commander's visit—but her asshole hadn't gotten the memo and was just waking up with a yawn.
Her pussy pouted pitifully, like it'd been stood up on a date.
Truth be told, Rina had baited him into it. While begging for his cock, her anus had winked invitingly, practically pleading for a taste too.
"Hiiiiiik~♬"
It took less than ten seconds for her moans to turn sugary sweet. Jaesung pinched her clit. Her back arched like a bow.
"Haaaang~♥ That's too muchhh~!"
A cool gush erupted from her pussy with a sharp hiss, splattering the full-length mirror and ruining it completely.
The reflection of her and Jaesung blurred out. Rina couldn't tell if it was pleasure fogging her vision or the tide she'd sprayed.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her asshole was stellar. Jaesung had pegged it as her weak spot in close quarters, but he was revising that assessment.
Rina's writhing walls launched a fierce counterattack on his cock. Without his clit-pinching feint, he might've blown first. She hadn't honed just her abilities.
"Come to think of it, it's been ages since your ass."
"Hnggggh…! The buzzing in my asshole….♪ Too dangerous!"
"Yeah? Time to switch!"
No mercy, no respite. He yanked out of her ass and slammed straight into her pussy—a kung fu master's seamless flow, straight out of a wuxia flick.
With her held from behind, he just angled his hips to pick pussy or ass at will.
"Hngggg~♥ Haang! Haaaang~♪"
Her pussy was soaked. Eager to reclaim lost ground from her ass, it clamped down hard on his shaft.
Jaesung thrust deep, bumping her cervix. Rina wailed helplessly under the onslaught.
"Hrggggh~!"
"Back to ass!"
Position swap again. Not single strikes, but combos.
"Pussy! Ass! Pussy! Ass! Pussy! Ass!"
"Stoooop~!"
Alternating holes, machine-like precision.
'Time Acceleration!'
Speed boost. Beyond human limits, he ravaged her pussy and ass in a blur.
Like frames fusing into video, his alternating pistons looked like two cocks double-teaming one hole.
"Wh-what is thiiiis~! That's it! Sandwich!"
Rina hallucinated two Jaesungs tag-teaming her.
"Double hole DP with one dick! New enlightenment! Uhahaha! I'm a genius!"
One cock conquering both holes—a monumental feat. His hands gripped her ass tighter.
"Ngh! Gonna cum!"
Pussy or ass? Fair's fair—he opted for her mouth. Pulled out, dropped her to her knees on the floor.
"Rina! Open wide! Semen incoming!"
He shoved into her mouth. Before she could brace, thick white ropes blasted out.
*-*-*
A middle-aged man in a black fedora stepped out of a sleek luxury sedan. His chauffeur held the door and stood by his side. The man waved him off dismissively, ordering him to leave.
Kim Kang-sik, CEO of mid-tier powerhouse Rosen Logistics.
He arrived home at his usual precise time. A proper CEO, but one who prized work-life balance above all—rest was sacred.
To survive the dungeon that was the market, you needed a sharp mind. A sharp mind needed ample downtime. His creed.
Thus, he was rarely home past 7 p.m.
"I'm back."
He announced it entering the house. No one greeted him. The place echoed empty.
Five years separated from his wife, and he still greeted the entryway out of habit. Hadn't seen her face—or even a photo—in all that time.
Kang-sik's home was a modest detached house on Suwon's outskirts. Rosen Logistics wasn't a conglomerate, but solid mid-tier with real substance.
A CEO living far from ritzy enclaves in the capital's fringes? Unusual. It factored heavily into why his Seoul-born wife had split.
Suwon was his hometown; he hated leaving it. His company centered operations there too.
Detached houses were comfy—if you had enough staff.
He employed five housekeepers. They clocked in when he left for work, handled laundry, cleaning, cooking, and bailed before he returned.
He disliked crowds in his own home. The polar opposite of his wife, who'd invite friends to fend off loneliness.
Thinking on it, they differed from A to Z. How they'd married was a mystery. Only realized it post-separation.
He sank into the empty living room sofa as always. Sure, a twinge of loneliness, but no regrets. No one to guard the house? Just a bit melancholic, nothing more. Kids? Never wanted any, still didn't.
Live richly, die when time's up. He'd made bank; retirement was secure. He grabbed the TV remote with that thought.
The screen showed news on a new dungeon in Gwangju. In dungeon paradise Korea, urban gates were annual routine.
Hunter Association existed for that—and had handled it well till now. But this one felt off.
"Still not cleared? Tsk! Incompetents."
Come to think of it, that Panama ocean dungeon wasn't done either. Korean shipping was taking hits because of it.
"What the hell's the Association doing?"
If they were his employees, fired on the spot. He channel-surfed.
Nothing but news, all saying the same crap. Bored quick.
Clicked it off.
"Thirsty."
Up to the kitchen. Fridge always stocked fresh mineral water—one key housekeeper duty.
French import only. Half-full bottle from last night. Poured into a glass.
Glug glug glug.
Quiet house amplified the pour. He sipped slowly from the glass.
Taste normal. Drained it, set it down.
"Hm…?"
Something wrong. Heart suddenly scorched. Face flushed, breaths ragged.
Changes hit dramatically, silently. No clue what was happening to his body. Strength fled; he crumpled forward.
In fading awareness, he glimpsed unfamiliar feet. Intruder?
Why…?
Consciousness cut off. Fitting the eerily silent house, he died quietly.