Chapter 136
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 136
Chapter Title: Shouldn't good things be shared...? (♡)
High-end furniture in an antique style.
The faint, rich aroma of agarwood incense wafting through the air.
Stepping on the gray carpet covering the floor, Susan strolled through the interior of the mansion.
"I have no idea what you want to talk about that you had to drag Jung Woo-jin along with you."
She took a sip from her wine glass and sat down on the sofa.
The wall clock opposite her showed 6:03 p.m.
She'd told them to come by 8 because of a prior engagement, but in truth, she had no schedule today and was simply enjoying her leisure time at home.
8 p.m.
A bit late for dinner.
Even so, the reason she'd set the meeting for 8 was simply her way of dealing with people.
Susan, sipping her wine on the sofa, lightly pressed the call bell.
Then.
Knock knock knock.
"You called for me?"
Before even thirty seconds had passed, someone knocked on her door and asked.
"Come in."
Only then did a young man in a crisp butler's uniform enter.
He approached Susan on the sofa with quick steps and bowed his head before her.
"What are your orders?"
"You have that recording, right? Play it."
"Right away!"
Just because there was no formal class system didn't mean hierarchies didn't exist.
Employer and employee, or advertiser and model.
Most relationships in the world could be defined by the one paying money and the one receiving it.
And in such relationships, the word 'equality' didn't exist. They inevitably created an A and a B.
Think the B would have complaints?
No way. What the B wanted was simple: for this relationship to last as long as possible.
As long as they were treated well.
It was only natural for the B to anxiously watch for signs, fearing the relationship might end.
"It's ready. Shall I play it now?"
"No. On second thought, play it a bit later. Give me the remote."
"Understood."
Susan stared intently at the young man as he approached cautiously and offered her the remote.
"You haven't been here long, have you? Your body's better than I expected."
Susan knew quite a bit about this young man.
His name was Chester.
25 years old. From Illinois. An aspiring actor struggling financially, hired on the recommendation of a friend before moving here.
According to her investigation, he also had a pretty 23-year-old blonde girlfriend.
But.
"Wh-what...?!"
"Hm. Pretty sturdy."
Chester, who would have his girlfriend waiting at home after his late shift, couldn't resist even when Susan grabbed his crotch outright or sexually harassed him.
The thick envelope she gave him, and her social position that his seniors had warned him about, left him utterly powerless to rebel.
"Get out."
"Th-thank you."
All he could say was 'thank you.'
Even for things she could do herself, calling someone to do them.
It was in such small acts that the hierarchy between people was established.
Setting the meeting for 8 p.m., late for dinner, was just one such detail.
"Heh..."
After Chester left with a flushed face.
Susan smirked, took a sip of her wine, and checked her outfit for the evening.
It exposed a lot of skin for dining attire, and the hem of her skirt was sheer enough that her panties were almost visible.
Despite her words, Susan looked confident as she slipped her shoulder strap down slightly.
With her top barely hanging on, she murmured softly.
"I hope you like it."
Susan set down her wine glass and fiddled with the remote.
Soon, the large monitor on the wall began playing the video.
- F-Father Brian...?
Susan frowned at Jennifer's panting voice and fast-forwarded five seconds.
- Let's handle what needs to be done first.
The currently hot 'Father Brian.'
His broad back, spread wide, filled the screen.
Even facing a monster, 'Father Brian' in his priestly robes looked neat and reverent.
But at the same time.
The raw power holding a heavy crossbow in one hand without strain.
The veins bulging from his slightly rolled-up sleeve looked too savage to dismiss as a prop.
Susan grabbed her wine glass with trembling hands.
That massive, rippling back.
If that body, so voluminous and heavy, mounted her, how suffocatingly ecstatic would it be?
Could she even breathe if those thick forearms squeezed her tight...?
Just imagining it made her fingers shake around the wine glass.
Then, the camera angle shifted, showing 'Father Brian' from the front on the monitor.
His large crossbow came into sharp focus.
The thick fingers of 'Father Brian,' ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
Susan imagined those thick, long fingers probing her hole.
"Haa..."
Unlike her slender fingers, his would roughly scrape her folds with their mass and girth.
She wanted to suck greedily on those fingers drenched in her juices.
As Susan gently stroked her pussy with her left hand.
Suddenly, the bittersweet wine tasted sweet in her mouth.
Like sucking on Jung Woo-jin's fingers, she pursed her lips.
"Haaa..."
Her breathing grew ragged.
- Chk-chk-chk-chk-chk...
On the TV, the sprinkler spun noisily, and the monitor lit up with 'Father Brian' crouching low as he slowly entered the building.
His modified priestly robes emphasized practicality over tradition, and in his lowered stance, his crotch looked tightly constrained.
'Father Brian's' lower half looked impressively heavy.
Susan swallowed the wine in her mouth.
"Hoo..."
Just that sight gave her a rough estimate in her mind.
Susan gazed at the ceiling, trembling as if reaching orgasm.
With her eyes closed.
She murmured softly.
"Sorry, Melody. Good things should be shared, don't you think...?"
"G-guh, guh, guh-guhk...?!"
The convulsing throat squeezing my cock felt great sometimes, but too much was no good.
Couldn't thrust deep enough.
"You fucking bitch, why's an onahole like you twitching so much?"
"Kuh-heup?!"
I laid Melody upside down on the bed, her head peeking out, and rammed my cock deep into her throat.
While pinching her rock-hard nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Kuhk, kugh...!?"
Her saliva glands must've been stimulated—my cock buried deep in her mouth got drenched in an instant.
Starting from her nipples, I kneaded her tits like dough, and soon her waist began twisting wildly.
Struggling to breathe, Melody was gasping and spewing filthy drool.
Her foamy saliva dripped down my balls.
Slap.
I looked down at her throat and lightly smacked her cheek.
"It's filthy, you slut. And I told you to finger your pussy diligently—why are your hands idle? Hurry up and shove 'em in. I won't stop till you do it right."
"Kup, kughuk...!!"
Melody, her face flushed red from lack of air, hurriedly jammed her fingers into her pussy.
No time to think of anything else.
She started fingering even more roughly than I had.
"Good. That's how you do it like a cheap whore."
Finally satisfied, I grabbed her cheeks and pulled my hips back.
"Kek, kehk, kup, hek-!!"
Her face beet red, Melody jerked upright like a puppet and hacked up a storm.
"Who told you to sit up?"
I yanked her hair and laid her back down on the bed.
Right back in the throat-fucking position.
Veins bulging on her forehead, Melody heaved heavy breaths in and out.
A bit recovered, she grabbed my approaching thigh and pleaded.
"P-please...! Pussy, pussy! M-Master, I've prepped my pussy so nicely! Please...!"
I gripped my cock, slick with her tangled drool, smacked her cheeks with it, and pressed it to her lips.
"Shut up. Open your mouth wide. It's nowhere near 8 yet."
I pried her lips apart and shoved my cock in.
"Mmph, mmgh, mmmghuk?!"
Holding her tear-streaked, snotty, drool-and-cum-smeared face, I started thrusting.
"Hungry for a late dinner? Appetizer's protein cream. Eat up plenty."
Squelp, slurp, squelp, slurp, squish, sluuuurp-!
I rhythmically fucked her mouth-pussy while checking my wristwatch.
6:25 p.m.
A little past 5 when I called Susan, so it'd been over an hour of this already.
"You fucking bitch. I said finger your pussy. Why can't you listen the first time?"
"Guhk, guk-?!"
With a brutal warning, I rammed deep into her gullet, and only then did Melody snap to and finger herself again.
She probably wanted rough pussy and ass pounding when coming to the mansion today.
Too bad—this was punishment training day instead of fucking.
If I was in a good mood, I'd use her holes freely, but if not...
It'd just leave her itchy and frustrated, never satisfied.
To drill that in for sure.
"Not much longer anyway. Takes about 30 minutes to get there, 30 to wash up and fix makeup. Let's do 30 more minutes."