Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Bulgogi Pussy Gets No Respect
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“What a rude bitch. I oughta rip that pussy wide open.”
...
Whoops.
I'd said my inner thoughts out loud.
I'd meant to give a polite warning.
The air in the restaurant froze in an instant.
“W-what?! Rip my pussy?! You... you uncouth...!”
Her face flushed bright red.
Well, yeah.
Hearing that on a first meeting—in a fancy restaurant, no less.
No wonder she was shocked.
What now?
Should I apologize?
Sorry. My mouth ran away with me. Not that I meant rip your pussy... well, I did mean rip it...
...That sounds even weirder?
As I panicked and hesitated,
Drag.
The sound of a chair scraping back.
Seol-ah stood up from her seat.
She stepped in front of me.
A small back.
But it looked sturdy.
Seol-ah crossed her arms and glared down at the woman.
“Why?”
Seol-ah's voice was ice-cold.
“A Royal Jelly offers to rip your pussy open, and instead of being grateful... you get mad?”
...Huh?
Seol-ah?
You're shielding me right now, right?
But the logic's kinda off?
The woman let out an incredulous laugh.
“Ha, unbelievable. What'd you say?”
“It's not wrong. He's an S-rank Royal Jelly. The kind you might meet once in a lifetime—if you're lucky.”
Seol-ah nodded toward me.
My shoulders lifted proudly.
Yeah.
I'm S-rank.
If I deign to rip it, she should count herself lucky.
An Jeong-mi trembled with rage.
“What? S-rank? Don't exaggerate... you crazy bitch... birds of a feather...”
“Ah... sorry.”
Seol-ah suddenly cut her off.
And put on a pitiful expression.
Eyes full of sympathy.
“Jeong-mi, you're bulgogi pussy, right?”
“...!”
An Jeong-mi's body went rigid.
“Did you get the surgery? Oh, right—you haven't, so that's why you're so embarrassed...”
Seol-ah clicked her tongue.
Tsk tsk.
“Makes sense. No way you'd shove a bulgogi pussy at a Royal Jelly like him. My bad—I was thoughtless. Sorry.”
Gasp.
Seol-ah with that vicious tongue...!
And spilling that woman's secret(?) about her bulgogi pussy so casually!
This is a public place.
Everyone could hear.
Bulgogi pussy.
Out in the open.
The usual Seol-ah whimpered and moaned in front of my cock, looking up at me with teary doe eyes—that suited her!
Right now, she was a viper.
...It suits her more than I thought.
That sharp, villainess vibe fit her surprisingly well.
Scornful glare.
Contemptuous expression.
I might be awakening to a new kink.
Ask her to look at me like that in bed later?
No, that's not the point right now.
I couldn't show weakness in front of another woman.
Seol-ah had set the stage—I had to close it.
I wrapped an arm around Seol-ah's waist.
My other hand gripped her ass firmly.
“Exactly. Weird, right, Seol-ah? Here I am, a 'Royal Jelly,' offering to rip her pussy—and she flips out.”
Seol-ah leaned into me, chiming in.
“Ahhn... Right? If Oppa rips it, she should spread wide with gratitude.”
Seol-ah pressed against me, her hand grazing my cock.
The touch felt through my pants.
Bold.
Didn't care who was watching.
Hmm.
I could sacrifice this body to boost my girl's pride.
Felt good, too.
The instigating woman's face looked ready to explode.
Twisted in shame and fury.
“Eek... eeeeek...!”
Too pissed to speak human anymore—that bulgogi pussy.
Just animal noises.
But if she gets riled up that easy, why pick a fight?
“Jeong-mi... no matter how much you envy or resent me, it won't change that you're bulgogi pussy. It's not my fault my pussy's pretty, is it?”
Fact bomb.
Seol-ah's pussy was pretty.
I guaranteed it.
Pink, neat shape.
And besides.
A famed pussy among famed pussies.
“Mm. Seol-ah's pussy is nicely shaped.”
So I backed her up.
“And Jeong-mi, didn't you apply to be an exclusive collector? So why haven't you been chosen yet?”
Seol-ah tilted her head.
“Oh, sorry... even a virgin's no good if it's bulgogi, right? Kinda hard to overlook.”
Exclusive collectors needed more than looks—the shape down there mattered too.
For the Royal Jelly's visual satisfaction.
Bulgogi, though.
“Ugh, even I couldn't with bulgogi...”
I shook my head.
Sincere.
I had a weak stomach.
Saggy flaps.
Dark and dingy color.
Just imagining it killed my erection.
“Eeeeek...!!! You done?!”
She raised her handbag.
Wind-up for a throw.
Just as violence seemed imminent.
“Enough.”
A voice from somewhere.
Cold, haughty.
Familiar.
I turned.
Someone stood at the entrance.
“Why cause a scene in our restaurant? You bulgogi bitch.”
...Huh?
What was that?
Bulgogi bitch?
Was her bulgogi status that famous?
Murmurs rose around us.
“Bulgogi, huh...”
“Ew, disgusting.”
“Exclusive collector from Hwick University, right? Even they let in bulgogi now? Standards must've dropped.”
Ah.
She just became famous.
Thanks to Seol-ah's loud mouth, the whole restaurant knew.
Jeong-mi's new nickname: 'Bulgogi.'
Branded.
The woman at the entrance approached.
Click-clack.
High heels.
Black business suit.
“You there, Bulgogi. If you don't wanna embarrass yourself more, get out now. Having bulgogi in our place is a nuisance enough.”
Whoa.
Damn, talk about brutal.
Who was she?
I looked closer.
Familiar face.
“...Sunbae?”
It was Ha-na sunbae.
She stood with arms crossed.
Queenly aura.
“Oh, fancy meeting you again.”
Sunbae winked at me.
Bulgogi's face had gone pale as a ghost.
She recognized Ha-na sunbae.
Someone you don't mess with.
Sunbae seemed even more prominent than I'd thought.
Bulgogi bit her lip.
Stomping in frustrated outrage.
But no comeback.
Thud-thud-thud.
Loud footsteps.
Bulgogi's exit.
Peace returned to the restaurant.
People resumed eating.
Though the talk was still 'bulgogi.'
Ha-na sunbae came to our table.
“What brings sunbae here?”
“Didn't you hear? Our restaurant... well, this whole building belongs to my dad.”
Gasp.
The whole building?
Not some two- or three-story place—a 20-floor Seoul high-rise?
This restaurant too?
Different league.
“...You're loaded.”
“Took you long enough.”
Ha-na approached with a sly, foxlike smile.
She slid naturally into the seat beside me.
Opposite Seol-ah.
Now I was sandwiched between two beauties.
Seol-ah's eyes went wide as she asked,
“Oppa, who's she...?”
Wary gaze.
Ah.
Seol-ah might misunderstand.
I'd said she was my only girl.
Now another beauty acts all chummy.
Perfect recipe for playboy suspicions.
...How to explain?
Sex partner?
I'm her cum dispenser?
Or cum shower club member?
All weird.
After agonizing, I spoke.
“Uh... she's a cum addict.”
“A cum addict?”
Seol-ah echoed.
“Yeah. My sunbae from school. Loves cum. And she's rich.”
“...?”
Seol-ah looked blank.
Couldn't process it.
Well, duh.
Not a normal intro.
Would this explain me and sunbae? Probably not.
Ha-na sunbae clicked her tongue.
“Why make it so complicated? You're Do-hun's exclusive, right?”
Sunbae eyed Seol-ah.
“Ah... yes...”
“Me and Do-hun? Just friends. We fuck sometimes, share cum, that kinda thing.”
Gah.
True, but...
Way too blunt.
Friends don't usually fuck and swap cum.
I checked Seol-ah's reaction.
If she heard that, she'd misunderstand...
“Ah! Got it! Nice to meet you! I'm exclusive collector Han Seol-ah!”
Seol-ah greeted brightly.
...No misunderstanding.
This world—friends fuck and share cum all the time.
Common sense altered.
Convenient.
Ha-na sunbae smiled back.
“Nice to meet you, Han Seol-ah. Do-hun bragged about you. Said you're a famed pussy?”
“Hehe, too kind.”
Warm vibes.
Good.
Didn't expect hair-pulling.
To lighten the mood, I changed topics.
“Anyway, Seol-ah. Was that rude bitch really bulgogi?”
Curious.
For real?
Or just attack ammo?
Seol-ah giggled.
“Huh? Ahaha! Not that bad. Just a bit hyperpigmented. But she was super embarrassed.”
Ah.
Exaggerated.
But effective.
Hit her insecurity.
“...I see.”
“Not gonna ask how we know each other?”
Seol-ah asked.
Past history...
Bulgogi Jeong-mi pulled an all-nighter grudge, and Seol-ah went aggressive—probably not casual.
But...
“Nah? Not interested in bulgogi.”
Does it matter?
I only cared about pretty pink pussies.
Like Seol-ah's.
Seol-ah beamed, touched.
“Hehe, Oppa's the best!”
She clung to my arm.
Breasts pressed against me.
Was this praiseworthy?
Dunno.
If it felt good, fine.
“So, sunbae, why...?”
Ha-na sunbae had been glued to my side since earlier, groping my cock along with Seol-ah.
Her hand slipped under the table.
Stroking my thigh.
Inward.
Deeper.
Ngh.
I'm gonna get hard...
“I manage for Dad sometimes. And lookie here—you.”
“Ooh, real royal family vibes. Heir training?”
“Pfft. Not royal family. Just nouveau riche with cash.”
Humble.
Building owner calling herself nouveau riche.
Seol-ah chimed in.
“Can I call you unnie?”
“I'd love a cute dongsaeng like you, Seol-ah.”
“Yay!”
Seol-ah hugged Ha-na.
Damn.
What was I, stuck in the middle?
Felt like I'd lost something.
Girls hugging around me.
I was the sandwich filling.
But.
Ha-na sunbae's hand was getting frisky.
Past my cock, kneading Seol-ah's thigh.
Casually.
Seol-ah's firm thigh flesh played in sunbae's grip.
Sunbae, you aren't trying to steal Seol-ah from me, are you!
Yuri?
GL?
No way.
Seol-ah's mine.
“Sunbae. Stop groping Seol-ah's thigh.”
Jealous, I spoke up.
Sunbae pulled back, feigning surprise.
“Oops, slipped my mind. Seol-ah, your skin feels amazing.”
“Unnie's boobs are gorgeous too!”
Now Seol-ah.
Seol-ah groped Ha-na's breasts.
Squish. Squish.
Two women exploring each other.
Is this how girls bond...?
Damn, no clue.
My cock was confused but throbbing.
- Twitch twitch
Meant it felt good.
“Oh, right—how'd meeting your dad go?”
S-rank Royal Jelly.
Ha-na sunbae's father.
We'd planned to meet.
“Ah, that.”
Sunbae paused her hand.
Ah, that?
Why the reaction?
Forgot?
“You free now, by chance?”
“Now?”
“He's upstairs. Management office.”
...Huh?
“Aren't your parents with Daemul Corporation?”
I'd heard he was Daemul-affiliated.
Private office?
“Nah, he is with Daemul. Management's just his side business.”
...?
Isn't that illegal?
Royal Jelly running a private management agency?
Conflict of interest?
Or S-rank perks allow it?
S-ranks above the law.
From sunbae's tales, he was influential pre-S-rank.
Now post-S-rank?
Probably literally above the law.
Scary.
But unavoidable.
Someone I'd meet eventually.
And as fellow S-rank, curious too.
“Anyway, you good now?”
“Yeah, I'm free. Seol-ah, Oppa's gotta step out for a bit.”
I got her okay.
“Sure! Have fun!”
“Head to T Management upstairs. Told them your name—Jeong Do-hun. They'll handle you. Seol-ah, wanna grab dessert with me? Let's get to know each other.”
Ha-na sunbae draped an arm over Seol-ah's shoulder.
Eyes gleaming.
Predator eyeing prey.
Seol-ah smiled innocently, clueless.
“Yeah! Oppa, fighting!”
Seol-ah cheered.
Kuh, cute girl.
But.
Ha-na sunbae started kneading Seol-ah's ass.
Grips bolder.
Hand diving under her skirt.
...Fuck, not actual NTR, right?
Never heard sunbae liked girls.
Uneasy.
But no choice now.
Handle business quick and back.
Anyway, knock it out fast.