Chapter 114
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Melody's Provocation
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Hey, miss. (♡)
Not too firm, not too soft—a top-grade mattress perfect for some kind of repetitive exercise utilizing bounce, along with all sorts of tools.
And the room interior, designed for substantial soundproofing if desired.
So, this room was...
To put it bluntly, a room for sex.
Of course, it was occasionally used to bring in some bitch she didn't like and break her.
Anyway, it was one of the places she often brought guys she fancied to enjoy herself with.
The suit guy must have caught on and disabled the recording function, so for the time being, whatever anyone did inside this room, no one would know.
In such a space...
"Go ahead, do whatever you want."
Melody raised both hands, striking a defenseless pose.
A provocation daring him to play with her body however he pleased.
Men usually reacted to her provocation in one of two ways.
The first type would start lavishing her with tender caresses as if they'd do anything for her, or kneel in submission and lick her pussy.
Those guys were no fun.
And the second type...
"What are you doing? Didn't you say you were confident?"
They were the ones who shrank back and couldn't do a thing.
Maybe because of the suited guys waiting outside, or just plain scared to touch her—she even remembered one who couldn't get it up.
Jung Woo-jin seemed like he might be that type too; he'd been standing still ever since entering the room.
He seemed to be looking at her, but not quite.
His gaze was subtly off-kilter, almost like he was staring into empty space.
After a brief silence...
Melody sensed that Jung Woo-jin was finally looking at her clearly. Then he said something out of left field.
"So that's your thing, huh?"
"Instead of doing what I say, what bullshit are you spouting? Regretting it now—"
Melody's venomous words cut off as she caught the scent of his body heat rushing toward her.
"Eek—?!"
And how could she not?
Jung Woo-jin had shoved his fingers into her pussy with the most brutish thrust imaginable.
He gripped her crotch hard, ramming his fingers in savagely, pounding her pussy with force that nearly lifted her body off the ground.
Melody's mouth fell open in shock at his insane actions, her toes instinctively rising onto tiptoe.
A stifled moan burst from her lips.
"Kuh, kuugh...?!"
To jam his fingers into a woman's unprepared, unlubricated genitals without any foreplay—this had to be the most barbaric bastard alive.
She was flustered by his sudden feral onslaught.
But deep down, it only fueled her excitement.
"Kuugh. N-not bad, got some real power there?"
His thick, long fingers scraped teasingly at every nook of her inner walls, as if exploring her—the motion was pure ecstasy.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-!
"Eut, ahk, y-you, how are you so damn good at this...?!"
Amid the relentless ticklish onslaught of sensations...
A sharp jolt like electricity shot from her groin straight to the crown of her head. Melody couldn't hold back, her mouth gaping wide as she screamed.
"O-oh! Oooh?!!"
Overwhelmed by the crashing waves of unbearable pleasure...
Her weight shifted forward from standing on tiptoe, toes curling tight inside her shoes.
Her knees buckled inward, thighs clamping together fiercely.
An unconscious attempt to block his hand.
But Jung Woo-jin wouldn't have it.
Grip-!
"Kut, kyak?!"
Her scalp burned as her vision flipped instantly to the ceiling.
Jung Woo-jin had grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head.
"Spread your legs, you slut. You strutted around like you wanted it any way I liked, and now you're clamping your thighs like a pathetic bitch."
The most absurd insults and abuse she'd ever heard.
Her body trembled with unfamiliar humiliation and misery, but her pussy only throbbed harder, gushing juices as if loving it.
"Fuck. Look at this bitch drooling spit everywhere just from a little hair-pull."
"Uh, uh...?"
Only then did Melody realize she was blankly drooling. She tried to wipe it hastily, but...
"Guh, guk?!"
Perfectly timed, Jung Woo-jin yanked her hair again, making her spew even messier saliva.
"Ha, filthy fucking bitch."
Slap-!
"Kyaaak?!"
The sudden sting on her cheek sent Melody screaming onto the bed.
"Uh, uh...."
Melody let out a dazed sound, cupping her stinging cheek.
Tears welled up in bewildered shock.
From her blurred vision's edge, Jung Woo-jin's voice rang out.
"Tch, racist bitch, your pussy's fucking soaked."
Melody blankly spread her hand from her cheek and looked down.
Her palm was slick with viscous fluid—the familiar feel of her own juices.
"Wh-what...?"
Only then did she realize he'd slapped her with the hand that had been fingering her pussy.
On the soft bed, Melody shivered violently, as if hypothermic. Her jaw chattered, teeth clacking together.
As her mind went blank from this unprecedented situation, Jung Woo-jin approached.
Thrusting his massive cock right in her face.
The moment her eyes met his cock, all Melody could manage was a vulgar moan.
"Hahk...."
His erection stood rigid beyond her wildest imaginings—pure, throbbing hardness.
Veins bulging with fury.
This level of rock-hard stiffness was uncharted territory for her.
Cosmic horror.
Terror of the unknown gripped her body.
Unconsciously, Melody twisted her hips, scrambling backward on the bed to flee from Jung Woo-jin.
But...
"Ack, aack.... W-wait!"
Jung Woo-jin seized her forearm in a painful grip, yanking her right back in front of him.
"Suck it."
"Gulp, kuuh, kugh...?!"
Forced to part her lips around the invading cock, Melody mustered all her strength to push against his thigh and barely escaped.
But then...
Her head snapped around, vision darkening with stars.
Too absurd for even a scream.
"Fucking bitch using teeth?"
With those words, her vision flipped again.
"Euk?!"
Ceiling. A hazy white ceiling swam into view.
But the disorientation didn't end there. Hot pressure between her shoulder blades flipped her vision once more, now revealing white sheets.
Face-down on the bed, elbows and knees planted, a firm voice enunciated each syllable into her ear.
"From now on..."
Even in her daze, her ears perked unconsciously to listen.
"I'll make you realize you're nothing more or less than a cum dump toilet. Don't worry. It suits you perfectly."
And then, a scorching pain flared from her left buttock, like flesh searing.
Smack-!
"Ahk?!"
The sudden burn on her left cheek made Melody's ass twitch involuntarily.
Tears pricked her eyes from the throbbing sting.
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⤷ Primary Condition: Fuck ‘Melody Burns’ even rougher than she desires.
⤷ Secondary Condition: Fulfill the Primary Condition first.
It immediately brought to mind someone's face from New York.
Why did bitches with twisted personalities like Han Woo-hee or Melody all have such masochistic tendencies?
Anyway, looking at Melody's newly updated conditions, I saw no reason to use the 'Condition Override'.
Was fucking her rougher than she wanted really that hard?
Thinking about it... no, it didn't seem so.
Even though I hadn't penetrated her yet.
Melody was trembling atop the bed in disbelief at her situation, her jaw chattering so hard her teeth clacked.
I grabbed her ass, aiming my cock at her dripping entrance.
Gripping her reddened, handprinted cheek tight.
Then thrust my hips forward.
Splurt-!
Maybe because she was young, or despite how she'd abused her body, her pussy had a nice tight grip.
As my cock split her tender folds in one go, her rippling walls immediately wrapped around me.
"Ah, ahh, uwaaa...?!"
"Pathetic bitch loses her mind from just one thrust."
She acted all experienced and nonchalant, like she'd seen it all, but one dick plunge and she was done. Made me laugh.
"What, I wondered how rough you wanted it—turns out it's just a worthless third-rate pussy."
Watching her flail in panic, clawing at sheets and pillows...
I grabbed her hair again and yanked hard.
"Eut, uhak?!"
"Hey, miss. Hope you're listening. I'm about to put on a show here, so if you like it, scream your fucking lungs out."
Her spine arched dizzyingly, clothes hiked up, hair disheveled and stuck to her face, eyes glazed like she barely grasped the situation.
She struggled to look at me, lips quivering.
And the faint voice that finally escaped her lips...
"Ah, ahhh, uwa...."
It was perfectly idiotic—exactly fitting for her station.