Chapter 140
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: Player Substitution. (♡)
10 p.m. had long passed.
The Brandy Downey building, usually pitch black at night, had lights on in one floor.
In a small conference room where executives had gathered, a meeting was underway for the fashion week in February.
After about 40 minutes, CEO Susan tapped the table with her file and said,
"We don't have much time left, so make sure everything proceeds without a hitch."
"Thank you for your hard work!"
"We'll prepare thoroughly!"
The executives, summoned abruptly, let out sighs of relief at the quick wrap-up and headed home.
"Aren't you heading out, ma'am?"
One executive approached her, but Susan waved him off dismissively.
"You go first."
"Ah, got it."
Confirming even the last executive had taken the elevator down, Susan hurriedly pulled out her smartphone.
"No way she's still going at it...?"
As she manipulated the app, a black screen appeared on her smartphone.
Loading.
Before the video played, sound started coming through her earphones first.
- Ah, oh, ughooook-?!
The recording device was far away, so the sound wasn't crystal clear, but Melody's moans were unmistakably echoing in her ears.
"Crazy..."
Susan frowned as she stared at her smartphone screen.
Soon, a live feed from the banquet hall began playing on her screen.
Not a recording—a real-time stream.
It had been over an hour and a half since she'd left home.
She'd figured they'd be done by now and heading home, but Jung Woo-jin was still pounding away at her daughter.
Susan stared at her phone in disbelief as she entered her office.
Beep-.
- Yes, what is it?
Calling her driver, Susan picked up the receiver and said,
"Stand by a bit longer."
- Understood.
Click-.
Susan slumped into her chair.
She'd seen him cum once already on the drive over, but if he was still at it...
"Just how many times does he plan to shoot...?"
Shaking her head, Susan touched her phone to rewind the playback bar.
'They must've taken a break and started again...'
Thinking that, she rewound in 10-minute increments to check, but eventually dropped her smartphone onto the desk.
Thud-.
It landed awkwardly, cracking the edge of the screen slightly, but Susan had no time to care.
Her fingers trembled as she stared at the phone.
"Is he even human...?"
About an hour ago, the scene playing on the desk-bound phone showed Jung Woo-jin lying on the floor, gripping her daughter and thrusting his hips up violently.
Her daughter's legs pinned by Jung Woo-jin, unable to escape, she was being used roughly like an object.
- Slap, slaap, slap, slaap, slaaaap-!
The sound of flesh smacking like spanking echoed faintly in her ears.
- Ah, yesss, oh, oooh! More, moooore-!
Melody's voice sounded almost metallic.
Clutching her head in bewilderment, Susan switched back to live feed.
- Plap, plap, plop, plap, plaaap-!
Jung Woo-jin had changed positions, hands under Melody's armpits pulling her back as he thrust from behind.
His pounding was just as powerful now as it had been an hour ago.
Meanwhile.
Even with the aphrodisiac, her daughter Melody seemed utterly exhausted; her body rocked limply with each thrust.
Like a doll.
Melody just dangled powerlessly, barely moaning, completely drained.
"This can't go on."
Beep-.
Before the driver could speak, Susan grabbed the receiver.
"Head back now. Wait in the basement."
- Yes, ma'am!
Click-.
Rushing out of her office, Susan grabbed the still-playing smartphone from her desk and hurried out again.
Vrooom-.
The limousine sped along.
"What time is it?"
Unable to stand it, Susan yanked out her earphones and asked the driver.
"11 p.m."
"How much longer?"
"Ten minutes."
"Drive faster!"
"...Yes, ma'am."
Turning from the driver, Susan lifted her smartphone again.
"Fucking psycho..."
He was still at it. Jung Woo-jin was still savagely swinging his hips in real time.
She'd left the mansion at 8:50 p.m., so they'd been at it for over two hours.
It wasn't just spending two hours—it was nonstop pounding for two straight hours.
Separate from worrying her daughter might break.
Susan couldn't quell her wildly racing heart.
Her heartbeat felt so vivid, like never before.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-.
Sweat slicked her fingers gripping the phone, forcing her to readjust constantly.
Her core tingling, Susan couldn't lean back comfortably in the seat, squirming her hips restlessly.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."
Ring, riiing, ring-!
I had Melody pinned to the floor, going through who-knows-what-number ejaculation.
Well, my dick was twitching, trying to spit something out, but whether any cum was actually coming... hard to say.
My balls felt drained, a dull ache settling in.
If even I, with S-rank stamina, felt this way, Melody...
I hadn't put my full weight on her out of some consideration, so she wasn't exactly crushed, but the utterly exhausted Melody trembled beneath me.
"Kuhh, aghhh..."
Letting out intermittent groans.
I brushed aside the sweaty, matted bangs sticking to her forehead.
"Looks like Mommy needs some serious training too."
Normally, I'd pause midway, shower a bit, take it slow.
Two hours? Three? No idea.
But nonstop insertion, insertion, insertion—frantically shoving my dick in her hole—had drained my stamina too.
Me and her body both.
Our sweat-soaked skin was slippery all over.
Thanks to S-rank stamina, we'd lasted this long; otherwise, I'd have collapsed ages ago.
"Stay like this just a bit. Five minutes tops."
"Haaa..."
Relieved, Melody groaned and sprawled limply on the floor.
As we caught our breath, I couldn't help marveling at this situation.
Susan Downey.
I'd clearly underestimated that bitch.
Handing her daughter over to a guy she'd met just twice to get utterly wrecked.
Was she really just handling business? Or watching from somewhere even now?
Either way, she was one tough bitch.
I pressed my forehead gently to Melody's, soothing her.
"Don't take it too hard. I'll pay it all back in full."
With subordination now at 100%, Melody hugged me tightly in response.
"Hnggg..."
No clue how much time passed.
Even Melody, used to hard play, had been screaming like it was rape-level intensity.
The density was insane relative to time spent.
I'd lost count of orgasms myself.
"......"
Lifting my hips slightly to look down, Melody's mound was flushed beet red.
Her pupils dilated hazily; no way we could keep going.
I patted her head lightly.
"That's enough for today. Clean my dick properly, and you can rest."
As I braced my hands to pull out of her swampy, clinging pussy.
Click-clack-click-clack-.
Faintly.
But clearly.
Susan Downey—that bitch—was heading here.
Her hurried heels irregular and rapid.
Melody heard it too, snapping her half-closed eyes wide.
I tousled her hair.
"Player substitution. Someone's here to suck my dick candy, so hang in there a bit longer."
Melody harbored the same grudge as me.
Even at the implication of fucking her mom, she twitched her lips upward in a faint smile.
Then.
The banquet hall door burst open.
Bang-!
"......!!"
Presence from behind.
I wanted to yank out and see Susan's face, but.
Last round—might as well keep up the act a little.
Pretending not to notice Susan, I gripped Melody's hair hard.
"Fucking slut, already going limp after how much? Squeeze that pussy right."
"A-ahh...?!"
Melody winced slightly at the scalp pain but kept her faint smile.
I stared straight into her eyes, growling.
"Tell me. How should I fuck you this time?"
Excitement reignited.
My dick, softening inside her pussy, stiffened rock-hard again.
Hardening in the daughter's hole for the mother's.
Pretty damn stimulating.