Honeymoon Date 4: The King's Privilege
I replied to the old man, "...I went to church a bit back in the day, but now I'm agnostic."
He chuckled heartily. "Then you must know it well. In the Bible, isn't King David the human God loved most throughout history? He called him 'the man after my own heart' and cherished him dearly."
The old man continued with a gleeful cackle, as if telling the funniest joke. "But what did that King David do? To take his most loyal subordinate's wife—Uria's wife—he deliberately sent that man to the fiercest frontline of the battlefield to die. Using his power to steal another man's woman and even murder her husband... by modern morals, he's a monster who could never be forgiven, right?"
I couldn't refute his words. The Bible story I knew was exactly that.
"But God didn't abandon David. He punished him lightly by killing one child, then quietly forgave him. He even made that subordinate's wife an official queen and elevated the son born from them to be the future king. That's Solomon, of course."
The old man's eyes gleamed with a grotesque light. "So doesn't that mean the God of the Bible didn't consider such acts that grave a sin? In a book so strict it demands stoning someone to death for picking up sticks on the Sabbath. For a ruler to lust after and claim a beautiful woman—that was a 'king's privilege' even God turned a blind eye to."
He drove the point home with utter conviction. "This is proof of how modern moral concepts have been distorted and revised. Na Kanghan, that vague guilt you're feeling now is nothing but 'false brainwashing' from the last century. Awaken to your instincts. To that great instinct even God permitted."
With a sinister smile curling his lips, he softly called out to Seo Manager, who was sucking my cock. "Now, show it to Mr. Na Kanghan. That harmonious family photo of yours."
At those words, her face drained to a pallid white of utter misery. But her body reacted the opposite—rubbing against the top of my foot, her pussy let out a lewd schlurp as hot love juices gushed out.
Clearly, beneath her haughty, intellectual secretary facade lurked a deep-rooted masochistic nature. With trembling hands, she pulled out her smartphone and climbed onto my lap. Contrary to her contorted face of shame, the intimate spot pressing against my thigh radiated uncontrollable heat.
The screen she held before my eyes captured an impossibly ideal, happy family moment: a sturdy husband, a middle-school son just starting to sprout whiskers, and in between them, Seo Manager beaming with the purest, brightest smile in the world. It was impossible to believe this was the same woman now drooling sticky fluids onto my lap like a lascivious bitch in heat.
"King David drove his subordinate to death to claim his wife," the old man said proudly. "But I, instead of sending my subordinate to the front lines, assigned him to the enviable US branch. And for that smart boy's future, I even fully funded his study abroad."
"Isn't that making me far kinder than King David? Kahahahaha!"
As his words dragged on, more and more sticky love juices poured from Seo Manager's pussy.
"After Lee Tae-sin practically forced the shares of Miss Lee Seol from me, as payback, he trained this bitch and made her kneel before me."
"Ahhng...."
Was past shame now turning to arousal? She began grinding her pussy against my thigh.
"Seo Hee-su Manager, our company's Madonna who even modeled for ads with her unparalleled beauty. Lee Tae-sin brilliantly pierced the masochistic bitch instincts hidden behind that haughty facade—instincts even I hadn't noticed."
He grinned lecherously. "Unlike King David, I plan to return her properly to the arms of her husband, who'll rise to subsidiary president, and her son, who'll return as elite talent. Of course, until then, I'll have her diligently impregnated, bred, and birthing. Kekekeke."
Suddenly, he burst into booming laughter that shook the limo. "Her breast milk tastes so exquisite, it's boosted my standing among the other members. If there's any sign of it drying up, I'll impregnate her again without hesitation. Kahahahaha!"
Seo Manager's face flushed like a tragic heroine, but as she shook her hips on my thigh to the old man's words, another hot, sticky gush erupted from her crotch.
"The children born from her breeding fucks will end up in the organization's elite orphanage, of course. Hahaha."
There wasn't a shred of remorse in his voice. He was reveling in this cruelty.
"Whether that number becomes two, or three or four... whether she abandons those kids at the orphanage and returns to her president husband and elite-son-as-if-nothing-happened, or chooses the breeding offspring and lives eternally as a sex slave—that's entirely up to this bitch."
At the old man's vicious words, sticky love juices squirted from her crotch again, and from her taut, swollen nipples, a perverse milk spurted out with a psshht.
"I don't know how much life I have left, but I want to see that sight. Her fucking her own son from the photo in incestuous breeding. She's already a body that enjoys bestiality, but strangely, she spasms just at mentions of her son. Lee Tae-sin swore that very resistance is the final piece to perfect her masochism. Something to look forward to. Kahahahaha!"
In that moment, a sour grapefruit-like scent wafted from her armpits. Milk began flowing from her nipples like she'd pissed herself, and from the secret slit in her lower abdomen, hot, fishy love juices cascaded like a waterfall.
Confronted with the taboo of incest with her son, Seo Manager had fallen into irreversible, pathetic heat.
I couldn't resist the allure of the fishy, sweet milk spurting from her breasts. Gripping those voluptuous tits, I greedily suckled once more at the spot where milk and honey flowed.
At the stimulation of her breasts being sucked, Seo Manager seemed to snap her last thread of reason. Moaning, she engulfed my cock deep into her pussy and began wildly shaking her hips.
Watching the scene, my wife, swept up in Seo Manager's masochistic fervor, mounted the old man's re-hardened dick. And so, inside the speeding limo, we plunged into another frenzy of copulation.
After our second scorching fuck ended, the limo pulled up in front of the old man's headquarters. Staring at the massive building outside the window, he said something unexpected to me.
"Na Kanghan, I really like you. From that sudden love confession to Lee Seol, to that genius talent of yours that shakes people's hearts."
As if replenishing his spent energy, he began suckling Seo Manager's sweat-and-milk-soaked breasts.
"Ahng.... Haa...."
Moans leaked from her lips. Her sweet milk glistened thickly around his vulgar mouth.
Opening his sticky, milk-smeared mouth, he addressed me. "And it seems Seo Manager here fancies you quite a bit too. Kekekeke."
His laughter filled the limo. Seo Manager blushed in shame and bowed her head, but her ruined pussy and drenched breasts were covered in my sticky traces.
The old man opened his milk-slick lips again. "This is sincere advice from this old man. With this opportunity before you, seize that 'power and authority' firmly."
His words made me recall the bank balance flashing in my mind. The moment the organization's hand touched it, the 10 billion won in royalties from my chart-topping song three years ago—which I'd never even glimpsed—had been deposited instantly, with delayed interest. And with the wedding performance video going viral, that old track was reverse-streaming. The royalties settling at month's end would surpass an average salaryman's annual pay.
Suddenly, I had the wealth to buy my hardworking parents an apartment without hesitation. I was gradually succumbing to their dizzying temptations.
The old man handed me his business card, saying to seek him if I ever needed help. "You two have limited time permitted today, so make the most of it. Use this limo for your date—my small gesture. Please accept without refusal."
He leered at the driver in the front seat. The man had a kind face, stubble faintly green despite a clean shave—Kim Driver.
"Lee Seol... you know Kim Driver well, so he'll take good care of you. And since he's worked hard today.... handle him yourself. Kekekeke."
My wife's face flushed red. Uncomprehending, I bid farewell to the old man and Seo Manager, who barely covered her fluid-and-milk-stained breasts with her shirt before departing.
"Where to, miss?"
Kim Driver's kindly voice asked our destination, but his pants were already grotesquely bulging. After two rounds of heated sex, even a monk would struggle against the lingering lewd atmosphere in the car.
My wife suggested a complex with a theater, amusement park, and department store. Movies, rides, gifts for my parents, dinner—it'd be a perfect day. The limo glided smoothly toward it.
She wiped her sopping wetness, then fetched a pad from her bag and applied it. Her pussy, conditioned to leak abnormally. But outside, the weather shone indifferently clear. As if the earlier debauchery were a dream, her face, awaiting our first date, bloomed with a lively girlish smile.
The limo soon stopped in the parking lot of our destination. Having never had a driver, making him wait through movies, rides, and family dinner felt burdensome.
"Um... Mr. Kim, thank you for the ride. It might take all day, so please go ahead."
But he shook his head with his trademark kind smile. "Not at all. Waiting is eighty percent of my job. Dinner with parents? Just give me the address and time—I'll pick them up myself."
I waved him off, overwhelmed by the excessive kindness, but he was adamant. Citing professional pride and above all, the 'chairman's orders', he built an ironclad wall.
Further refusal would insult his pride. Defeated by his stubbornness, I took my wife's hand to begin our happy honeymoon date. But her face was flushed, her eyes swirling with complex emotions. Her gaze lingered on Kim Driver's pitiful crotch.
In the limo thick with sex's afterglow, he was devoured by suppressed instincts, in heat. Imagining him alone, forced to comfort himself, even I felt a strange pity.
Her innate kindness, which couldn't ignore the distressed, had warped strangely in degradation's abyss. Twisted compassion to offer her body to a lonely, aroused man. Memories of her old master's plaything days, occasionally mixing with Kim Driver for his sadistic games, stimulated her too.
Resolved, she said to me, "Kanghan... I might run low on pads. Can you buy some first and wait at the theater?"
Whispering with a blush of shame or heat, I belatedly grasped the implication behind her apologetic words.
Dizziness hit as I saw Kim Driver's crotch swelling to burst and his face gleaming with delight.
"Be right back, Kanghan. Mwah."
She pecked my cheek and whispered. Without looking back, she took Kim Driver's hand and vanished into the limo.
Thud.
The sensation of sudden solitude was bizarre. As the door shut, suffocating isolation crashed over me. My gut churned with the unpleasant, dizzying drop of a roller coaster plunge.
A novel sensation I'd never felt, even watching her ravaged by countless men or beasts.
The moment she took his hand and entered the limo, my heart was strange—resentful yet inexplicably aroused, thrilling. My head spun as if I'd collapse.
The soundproofed body meant no sounds escaped, but in my ears rang clear hallucinations of her moans. Like at our wedding...
A bizarre euphoria surged, inspiration cascading like a waterfall. Steadying my reeling mind, I slipped into a restroom stall. Clutching my grotesquely re-erect cock after two fucks, I madly inscribed melodies onto my phone's sheet music amid the stench.
The song that would one day make Lee Seol a world star was thus born from my twisted inspiration.