Chapter 142
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: No Way He's Fine... (♡)
Yeah. There's no way he'd be fine... (♡)
Fellatio, or oral sex.
Susan knew even that it originated from a Latin word meaning "to suck," referring to a sexual act where a woman licks a man's cock with her tongue or sucks it into her mouth.
However.
She'd always thought oral sex was less about pleasure for the woman and more about forcing her to her knees in a humiliating position to satisfy the man's desire for conquest.
Susan had never favored it.
No, it went beyond that—she had never allowed it to just anyone.
She might have received cunnilingus from the boyfriends of her youth or the occasional lovers after becoming a widow.
But fellatio? Never.
The only one she'd ever permitted it to was her late ex-husband, Joseph Burns.
He was a man more than worthy of it, both socially and by his own merits.
And he knew how to handle a woman skillfully.
Of course, if asked if she wanted to meet him again, she'd firmly decline. Still, there were times when she missed his rough leading and that lower half of his.
But even those memories.
"Guhk, gurok, guhk, gurok...!"
Were starting to be erased one by one by a far superior, more dominant male—by his massive cock that gaped her jaw to a degree that made comparing it to her ex-husband's feel insulting, by his intoxicatingly thick musk that clouded her mind.
"Guhk, guhk, guhk, gurok.... Koop, kuheuk...?!"
With her throat being relentlessly ravaged by the cock churning inside her mouth, blocking her airway, Susan couldn't think of anything but desperately sucking it.
If her ex-husband Joseph had at least respected some "line" while handling her roughly, Jung Woo-jin was so brutally violent that she wondered if such a line even existed for him.
The oral sex with Joseph had been merely foreplay, just using her lips and tongue to get him hard.
But what she was enduring now was true oral intercourse.
A full-on act of milking semen using her lips, tongue, the base of her tongue, esophagus, and the walls of her mouth.
Every time Jung Woo-jin's glans thrust violently deep into her throat, nausea surged, torturing her, while her salivary glands seemed broken, endlessly spewing saliva.
The overflowing drool, with no time to swallow, dripped from her lips down her chest and onto the floor.
In the midst of movements so intense and devoid of any consideration that they could only be called violent, tears kept welling up and streaming down.
Susan's vision gradually blurred.
Just as her consciousness began to fade.
Slap-!
In that instant, it felt like a light had flashed on, followed by a burning sensation spreading from her cheek.
It wasn't pain so much as a dizzying shake of her brain.
'Did he just... slap me...?'
It was something Susan had never experienced in her entire life.
Looking up instinctively, she met Jung Woo-jin's gaze looking down at her with utter contempt.
"You fucking bitch can't even do your job right and you're grazing me with your teeth? Get your head in the game."
Before his gaze treating her like a semen-extracting toilet, Susan was at a loss for words.
She pulled herself together and started sucking his cock again.
For some reason, being belittled by him felt humiliating, yet it also ignited something deep in her chest that she hadn't known was there.
As if she'd always craved being dominated by someone.
"Guhk, guhrok, guhk, guweek, guhk...!"
With her face streaked in tears, snot, and drool.
Susan endured the cock plunging deep into her throat, holding back the constant urge to vomit if she let her guard down even slightly.
Clinging desperately to Jung Woo-jin's thighs.
'Limit... this is really the limit...! No more, no more...'
Moments when she felt she couldn't take it anymore had already passed countless times, and now her ears were ringing as her mind numbed.
Susan moved purely on instinct.
When he grabbed her hair and pulled, she lowered her tongue base and larynx, widening her throat to take him in.
When he pulled back his hips, she somehow exhaled.
"Koo, kooheup!"
Her face was a mess of frothy bubbles mixing saliva and precum, but compared to the suffocation, it was trivial.
In the midst of her grueling struggle, Susan felt his cock suddenly swell in her mouth.
Startled, she instinctively clamped her lips tight around the throbbing shaft, and soon a thick, night-bloom scent filled her mouth.
Gulp, glurk, glug-!
"Koop, kuheuk, keuheup...?!"
Instinctively, she tried to push away from his thighs against the sticky fluid battering her throat, but he wouldn't allow it.
Jung Woo-jin gripped her hair tighter, pulling her face even closer to his crotch as he growled lowly.
"Don't want to do it again? Then swallow it all clean."
Why did her shoulders flinch every time she heard his voice?
Not knowing the reason, Susan held her breath and focused on gulping down his semen through her throat.
'Just get through this moment...'
Maybe, just maybe.
In hopeful anticipation that he'd finger her maddeningly itchy pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelrk-.
Susan was fingering her own pussy.
As he finished ejaculating and pulled his hips back, Susan opened her eyes.
"Pah, paaah...!"
His cock, which had filled her mouth, slid out.
Careful not to let the remaining semen spill, she coughed delicately.
And then she.
Looked up at Jung Woo-jin and parted her lips slightly to show him.
"Mm...?"
She made the most coquettish expression she knew, swirling her tongue through the semen as if savoring its taste.
Watching her with interest, Jung Woo-jin.
Reached out with one arm and gently ruffled her hair.
"Ah, aaah...?"
Lost in arousal, Susan let out a moan unwittingly as she gazed up at him.
Anticipating what words might come from his lips.
But Jung Woo-jin retracted the smile from his lips and reverted to a serious expression.
As if returning to how he'd treated her during dinner before all this.
Susan trembled with unease.
"Ah, I received a more satisfactory advance than expected. Thank you."
"Wha, what...?"
"You did well. Susan."
Stepping back casually, showing no lingering attachment whatsoever, Susan stared blankly at him.
Unable to utter a word.
****
Sitting alone in the vast dining hall, Susan quietly straightened her disheveled clothes.
"......"
Her head spun as if a fierce storm had passed.
Then a servant approached her.
"We've taken your daughter to the guest room. Shall we clean here as well?"
"No need. Get out."
"...Understood."
She waved the servant away dismissively, then surveyed the wrecked dining hall.
"Goddamn it..."
A mess. Everything was a mess.
"How dare a punk like you...?"
Thud-.
Susan slammed her head on the table.
Her cheek stung from his slap, and the hair he'd tousled remained tangled messily.
She'd always maintained a neat, elegant appearance.
But for some reason today, after his touch, she didn't want to fix this hair.
"Let me sort out the situation..."
Susan slowly lifted her head.
First, her daughter Melody, who had passed out—she'd had her given an IV just in case and arranged for her to rest comfortably in a room.
And Jung Woo-jin.
He...
Had shot his load once into her mouth and then left without a hint of reluctance.
"Ptoo-!"
Feeling like remnants of semen still clung in her mouth, Susan spat on the floor for no reason.
Swish-.
No, he hadn't left nothing behind.
Susan unfolded the "contract" he'd left.
She had said she'd propose better terms, but he'd brushed it off as unnecessary and tossed the previously signed contract with the old conditions.
His words and actions.
Simply made no sense to her.
It wasn't a small difference in money.
Not a trivial condition gap.
The terms for a rising actor versus top-tier industry treatment had a massive disparity.
"And he says he doesn't need it...?"
If not money, then what did he want?
Susan could still hear his parting words echoing in her ears.
- It's fine. I don't need that.
With a completely nonchalant demeanor, he'd left the mansion just like that.
'Nonchalant...? No way...!'
Suddenly, Susan whipped her head around to check the dining hall again.
Traces of Jung Woo-jin and Melody were everywhere, and even the pussy juices she'd leaked while sucking his cock caught her eye.
"R, right...!"
Susan jumped to her feet with a small shout.
Inspecting the remnants of Jung Woo-jin herself, her face grew hot.
A deep sense of relief spread rapidly through her chest.
"H, he went at it this hard—there's no way he came out unscathed!"
Males were creatures who lived off their pride, after all.
Especially in front of a female they craved, they instinctively wanted to appear confident and cool.
"Yeah. There's no way he'd be fine..."
No matter how great his stamina, after that much, any human would tire.
So.
Jung Woo-jin had just been acting tough in front of her, bluffing despite his depleted energy, and left promising a next time.
"After all that, being fine makes no sense.... Ha...."
Susan gazed at the ceiling of the dining hall, smiling as if she'd finally found the answer.
"He's cuter than I thought...?"