Chapter 115
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Humiliating Declaration of Defeat. (♡)
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Unable to find any traces in the hills, the Morgan sisters headed back down to the village.
- Hold on, Catherine. We should stop by the inn first.
They had rushed out in such a flustered state that they left some belongings in the room.
The Morgan sisters drove straight to the inn.
As the sign for the inn where they had stayed last night came into view, Catherine, who was behind the wheel, began to slow down.
That's when Jennifer suddenly sat up straight and spoke urgently.
- Catherine, don't stop. Just keep going straight.
- Huh?
There was an unfamiliar car parked in the inn's lot—one more than before.
A pretty beat-up vehicle.
Atop the driver's side, there was a flashing light mounted.
The Morgan sisters parked a short distance away from the inn.
Catherine stayed behind to keep watch, while Jennifer went to investigate what was happening at the inn.
As Jennifer walked toward the inn on foot, she ran into a stranger.
A uniform with a greenish tint.
A star-shaped badge.
- Who are you? We're in the middle of an investigation. If you're not involved, you can't come over here.
He looked incredibly young.
Jennifer raised her palm toward him and said,
- I stayed here last night, and I came back for some stuff I left behind. You're the sheriff, right?
Leaning in subtly to probe.
The flustered young man blushed as he replied.
- Ah! N-no, I'm not the sheriff. I'm Deputy Candle, assisting Sheriff Clinton with the investigation.
- Oh my! You look so impressive, I thought you were the sheriff! Deputy Candle, an investigation? Did something happen here?
- W-well, it's not entirely clear yet, but...
Just as Deputy Candle was about to spill everything, captivated by Jennifer's looks,
the inn door swung open, and a rough-looking man bellowed.
- Hey, Candle! Shut your mouth right now! I told you to stand guard outside, you idiot...
A uniform like Candle's.
Sheriff Clinton, who had been handling the interior investigation while leaving the perimeter to Candle, eyed Jennifer standing next to him.
He silently gestured for her to come inside.
And soon after, the person who appeared beside Clinton was,
- That's her! Yes! There was another woman with her, but that's the one!
The grumpy old man Jennifer had met during yesterday's inquiry. He pointed at her furiously, spittle flying as he ranted.
- Can you believe it? They were going around picking locks on empty rooms with a keyring!
This was a situation that felt utterly wrong on every level.
- Hands up! Candle, arrest the suspect now!
In an instant, the sheriff drew his pistol and advanced on her, while the startled deputy froze.
- Damn it, Candle! I said arrest her! #%@$ Get out of the way!
Deputy Candle was still dazed, but by now the sheriff had closed in on Jennifer with his gun trained on her.
Jennifer let out a quiet sigh.
- Haa...
Jennifer felt the sheriff roughly shoving her toward the parked car and cuffing her. From his mouth flowed the Miranda rights.
- You have the right to remain silent...
Jennifer glanced sideways toward the gas station across the way.
No one was there.
As the burly sheriff's movements made her wrists ache, causing her to wince—that was the final close-up.
"Cut! Okay! Great! Let's move to the gas station for Catherine's hiding scene!"
Director Steven's call rang out.
Catherine, knowing Director Steven's style of chaining multiple scenes once filming started, got up immediately.
Before entering the set, she gave the area one last sweep.
Jung Woo-jin, with his robust build even compared to Westerners and his strikingly unique looks that always drew eyes, was nowhere on set.
'Where the hell is he...?'
Of course, 'Brian's' appearance hadn't come up yet, so Jung Woo-jin didn't have to be on set.
But this was the first time he hadn't shown up when he always did.
Come to think of it,
Yesterday, he had given her that suggestive look like they were going to get up to some naughty fun and told her to come to the gym, but when she got there, he never showed.
All she got was a late text apologizing.
Still, her worry for him outweighed any disappointment.
'Is he sick or something...?'
I was leisurely sipping coffee at the mansion when the sound of a car exhaust rumbled from outside.
Soon, the front door opened, and Melody Burns stepped in.
She entered with such demure poise that even a sheltered virgin could learn a thing or two, then bowed her head deeply, her face flushing red.
I approached her, lifted her chin with my finger, and said,
"I told you you didn't have to come back, but here you are anyway?"
"......"
Instead of answering, Melody gripped her clasped hands tighter and lowered her head further. Her earlobes looked not just red, but almost purple.
I grabbed her crotch firmly. She had followed orders and wasn't wearing panties.
"Ahk?!"
Last night, her pussy had been red and swollen. Not that much time had passed since then.
It had to be burning where I gripped her.
Even though this Eastern guy she used to look down on had just grabbed her pussy out of nowhere, Melody didn't resist at all—she just trembled.
"You fucking bitch, why no answer? Remember what I said you'd do if you came crawling back here?"
"Ack, ahk...?!"
Only after squeezing her groin again did I hear her voice.
"...I-I remember..."
"Say it."
Where was the haughty Melody from our meetings? All that remained was this shy lady-in-waiting who stared at the floor even for a single word.
Melody squeezed her eyes shut, face burning, and said,
"...I, Melody Burns, am Woo-jin-nim's cock holster and cum dump, a sex slave ready to lift my skirt and offer any hole whenever my master desires... Ack?!"
Slap-.
I lightly smacked the cheek of this idiot declaring defeat on the floor like a moron.
To Melody, staring up blankly as if she didn't understand why, I offered some advice.
"Straighten that stiff back. Is that the proper posture in front of your master?"
"A-ah...!"
Only then did she hurriedly prostrate herself, repeating the humiliating declaration in defeat.
"...I, Melody Burns, who has shat out any semblance of dignity, am Woo-jin-nim's cock holster and cum dump, a sex slave ready to lift my skirt and offer any hole whenever my master desires..."
Apart from her bitchy attitude, she was sharp enough that her lines were refining and improving bit by bit.
"Good. That's enough surrender talk. Remember what we said we'd do today?"
"...Y-yes..."
"Did you prepare?"
"Y-yes..."
Irritation surged seeing this pathetic bitch give curt replies to her master's questions, so I stepped on her head while she was still prone and said,
"Look at that half-assed response. Say it again."
"Kkh, kkgh..."
Her cheek was pressed to the floor, muffling her, so I eased up on the pressure.
As soon as I did, Melody spat out her words hurriedly.
"T-today, you're going to break open my virgin ass that I've never experienced and mark me with the slave seal...! I cleaned it thoroughly and spread it for easy thrusting, master...!"
Finally coming to her senses and answering properly, I removed my foot and helped her up.
"I'll trust you prepared since it's your first time, but if it's loose, you're trash disposal. Keep that in mind."
Startled at the word "disposal," Melody's eyes widened tearfully as she clung to me.
"D-don't throw me away! Master...! I'll squeeze you right! I can milk every drop confidently. P-please, don't discard me..."
Third-rate pussies like her always bristle with thorns on the outside. It fit perfectly.
The Melody who had shoved "deals" at me high-handedly was ruined in just one day—she couldn't live without my cock now.
⤷ 1st Condition: Deflower 'Melody Burns'' virgin anus.
⤷ 2nd Condition: Fulfill the 1st condition first.
"Alright, before we break in that back hole, let's test your throat pussy first. Open wide. Wider."
"Kh, kugh. Kkh, kugh...?!"
A sex slave's every hole should be fucked and marked with cum.
I decided to use Melody's mouth pussy first, the one I hadn't gotten to yesterday.
Whether she kept up didn't matter.
I gripped her head firmly and shoved my cock in, thrusting my hips and yanking her head like she was just an onahole.
Slurp, jloop, slrp, schluuup-!
"Glk, kgh... Gguk, gguk, grrk...?!!"
Melody flailed her limbs in struggle, but it was just futile thrashing. She never tried to stop me.
With all her thorns pulled, Melody was nothing but a fine cum dump.
I watched her face twist with breathing trouble, agony, and a mix of dread and anticipation for the anal ahead.
Thrusting my cock deep into her throat.
Every time I buried it to the hilt, she gagged and retched.
The thrill of disciplining this pathetic bitch built my orgasm faster than expected.
"Here it comes! Open that throat!"
"Kgh?! Glk, grk...?!"
Sadly, my warning came a beat late, so Melody had no time to brace as cum blasted down her throat.
"Glk, kehk, grk...?!!"
Unable to hold back the nausea, Melody puffed her cheeks and dry-heaved, but I just pinned her head and kept pumping.
Spurt, spluuurt-!
Her desperate grip on my thighs loosened as her trembling steadied bit by bit.
Only then did I release her head.
She hadn't swallowed it all—thick cum dribbled out with her hacking coughs.
Tears in her eyes, she looked up at me.
I gazed down at her slutty, disheveled face, clearly aroused even amid the breathlessness, and said,
"Your throat pussy's pretty tight, at least. Wonder if your back one's the same?"