Chapter 147
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Cum Toilets with Mother and Daughter
Just be my cum dumps along with your daughter.
In the end, without getting a wink of sleep.
Susan Downey arrived early at the Brandy Downey building.
The second floor of this, the most modern building in the MB Fashion Group, had been designed so the entire level could serve as a studio set. Most shoots took place here.
"Hoo..."
In the elevator heading up to the second floor.
Susan's silhouette, elongated by the side slit revealing her legs, was so voluptuously sculpted it was hard to believe she was in her forties.
The young man who happened to step in beside her couldn't help stealing glances at her.
'Whoa, the boss lady. First time seeing her in person, and damn, that body is smoking hot...'
Any guy working here had probably fantasized about it at least once.
A sultry housewife like Susan Downey cracking the door open just a sliver, beckoning him inside with a finger since no one was home.
Who could resist an invitation like that?
'Fuck resisting. I'd barge right in and pound her however she wants.'
As the young man leered at Susan with filthy thoughts, their eyes suddenly met. Embarrassed, he looked down and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Ahem, cough..."
But even after catching him ogling her body, Susan nonchalantly scanned him from head to toe.
The man stealthily lowered a hand to cover the bulge in his pants.
Ding-.
Why did this short ride from the first to the second floor feel so endlessly long?
Even after Susan got off, he still couldn't lift his head.
Click-clack-.
The set on the second floor had passed its final checks yesterday, so there wasn't much to worry about. Still, there were always last-minute preparations on shoot day.
"Hey, I told you to grab the reflector! What are you still dawdling for?!"
"S-Sorry! I was checking the cables... I'll go right now!"
The camera crew prepping the shoot, electricians inspecting wires and safety, props team pulling out and placing items one by one.
Right before filming began, the set buzzed like a marketplace.
Susan slowly swept her gaze from left to right across the set like an inspection. Then her eyes locked on one spot, unable to move.
"Huh...?"
A faint sound like leaking air slipped from her lips.
Jung Woo-jin.
Who could just walk past someone who looked like that?
Even in the chaotic frenzy of people over fifty scurrying about.
It felt like a whole other world unfolded around him.
"Wow...! Bryan, oh! Actor Woo-jin. I'm a huge fan. I've watched all your movies and dramas from Korea! C-Could you sign something for me...!"
"Thank you. I'll do group signings for anyone who wants one after the shoot today."
"Ah, uh! Sorry, no! Thank you!"
"Hey...! You, go grab the costume Actor Woo-jin needs to wear today."
"There's still plenty of time before the shoot..."
"Tsk!"
"Fine, I'm going now..."
The female staffer standing beside Jung Woo-jin, shoved aside by her senior, headed for the elevator with her head down.
Spotting Susan standing there quietly, she jolted in surprise.
"P-President?!"
"......"
Susan stared at her coldly without responding.
"President, uh, good morning! I was just going to get some costumes..."
She hurriedly greeted Susan and dashed into the elevator.
Susan coldly watched her retreating back, then started walking toward the cluster of women around Jung Woo-jin.
"I've never seen skin this flawless. Actor Woo-jin, is this really bare-faced?"
"I heard makeup's done here, so I just applied some skin lotion before coming."
"Wow..."
As Susan approached the makeup artist staring mesmerized at Jung Woo-jin's face, about to snap at her.
"Right now-."
Jung Woo-jin noticed her and approached with a friendly greeting.
"President. First time seeing you since the meeting. Thanks for the opportunity. I'll give it my all."
"Uh... yeah. Nice to see you. It's a good opportunity for both of us."
The inexplicable anger bubbling up moments ago melted away at his handshake, like butter under warmth.
Her mind blanked on what else to say, though she felt she should.
Jung Woo-jin spoke amiably.
"President, it's my first time here. Mind showing me around? I read your interview in Daily Fashion and was impressed. Always wanted to hear the story straight from you."
"...It's about time anyway. Shall we?"
It felt like she was losing control, being led along.
Still, Susan welcomed his suggestion. She cleared her throat and beckoned him to follow.
"You'll see plenty of the set once shooting starts. Let's look elsewhere first. This way."
Jung Woo-jin gave a light nod to the women around him as if excusing himself, then stood beside Susan in front of the elevator doors.
His expression utterly casual.
Susan glanced up at his profile, feeling like she was the only one flustered. She spoke curtly to cover it.
"...What's your angle?"
"Angle? Well, I do have some business with you, President."
"What..."
As Susan faltered at the sudden thrust.
The elevator, stopped at the first floor, resumed its ascent to the second.
Jung Woo-jin smiled at her and murmured softly.
"First, I'd like to see your office."
"......"
Ding-.
The doors opened.
Susan sighed in relief that no one was inside.
Her neck burned.
Her ears and cheekbones tingled sharply. No mirror needed to know her face was flushed beet red.
Susan kept her head down, praying no one boarded all the way to the top floor with the executive suite.
That was all she could do.
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Susan's office.
Not an entire floor like Baek Hee-jin's, but spacious and comfortable enough to seem excessive for one person.
Especially.
One wall held a wardrobe crammed with everything from jackets and dresses to T-shirts, lingerie, socks, and hats.
As I peered into it like browsing a room.
"That's the lineup I inspect personally..."
Susan, who'd seemed unsure how to act around me from the start, approached with an explanation.
I picked up a particularly provocative scrap of fabric.
A thin strip of cloth too flimsy to cover anything important—or maybe designed to be yanked aside and tease the pussy.
Sheer thong panties.
I held them up toward Susan and said.
"Isn't this too trashy for a woman in her forties? Or is that exactly why it suits you?"
"Th-That's... surprisingly popular with women in their thirties. Less underwear, more bedroom toy—focuses on looks over comfort..."
I'd only said it to shame her.
Yet her occupational habit kicked in with clothes; she stammered but kept explaining.
"What're you babbling about."
I approached her with the thong in one hand and stuffed the scrap deep into her ample cleavage.
So deep it vanished from sight.
"Enough."
"......"
She just flinched, no resistance. I whispered firmly.
"On second thought, that contract. Needs some changes."
"Ah...?!"
Susan let out a small gasp of realization.
"If it's that, you should've said sooner... Oh, got it. Of course, top-tier industry treatment. I tweaked it a bit last time. Give me a sec to revise and bring it."
Misunderstanding something, she looked relieved and tried to slip past me.
I reached back, grabbed her crotch firmly, and yanked her toward me.
"Eek...?!"
Startled by the sudden grip on her lower half, Susan shrank back but somehow stifled a scream.
Beneath the incredibly soft fabric, the shape of her pussy mound—felt once before—stood out vividly.
Not even past 50% subordination, yet already demanding a submission declaration. Curious why.
'Must be ripe for it.'
That was the extent of my musing.
Ripe for it.
Mammon wouldn't demand the impossible, so Susan must just be that pathetic a bitch.
"Right?"
"Hah, haa... Mmph?!"
Indeed.
A bitch who'd slurped up my cum-soaked cock after I'd fucked her daughter's pussy.
Barely touched, and my fingertips already felt the dampness.
I rolled her soaked panties aside and gently scraped inside her pussy with my fingers.
"No need to bother fucking some old hag like Mona or Monica. Got a tasty pussy right here. Right?"
"Ugh, uu...?!"
I squished her tits, uncovered by clothing, and shoved Susan back against the wardrobe entrance.
Thud-.
"Eek...!"
Soothing her unresisting pussy, I presented the new contract.
"Forget shares or whatever. You and your slut daughter just be my cum dumps. I'll fuck you senseless. How's that?"