Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Do Whatever You Want, Bitch
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Do whatever you want to try. You bitch. (♡)
Villa interior.
The villa's interior exuded an undeniably luxurious vibe, complete with a variety of amenities.
The first thing that caught my eye was the billiard table.
To the right of the table stood a sink and fridge, marking it as the kitchen. To the left stretched a spacious hall perfect for recreation.
"You're early?"
And in one corner sat CEO Baek Hee-jin, legs crossed, cigarette dangling from her lips.
"Just park yourself on that sofa over there and wait. We're still getting things ready."
"Sure."
I schooled my face into a blank mask and sank onto the sofa. Baek Hee-jin said nothing more, just kept smoking.
About ten awkward minutes ticked by before rustling sounds came from the door leading to another room.
As I rose and turned toward it, Baek Hee-jin leaned back languidly and clapped her hands sharply once.
Clap!
"Alright, if you're ready, come on out."
Her clap was the cue—the door swung open, and a group entered the hall.
Unlike the tension I'd braced for, four women appeared.
Click-clack-click-clack.
Like Baek Hee-jin, they wore high heels and strode over to line up before me.
"......"
"Come on, introduce yourselves."
The four women, faces flushed beet red and heads bowed, were all dressed in outrageously revealing outfits.
Not really outfits so much as adult event costumes.
Practically in their underwear—some with panties that left nipples and pussy fully exposed, others wrapped like gifts with ribbons across their chests that looked ready to slip off at a tug.
They glanced nervously at each other before shouting in unison.
"Hello! We're Double A!"
"What do you think? Satisfied? I can't give you all of them—pick just one."
"......"
I stayed silent, so Baek Hee-jin approached with a click of her heels and began describing her 'gifts' one by one.
"Okay, the cute one with yellow hair is the main vocalist. Great stamina, so she'll handle deep throat just fine—keep that in mind. The short-haired one is the rapper; she's the stickiest, so she's a solid choice too."
My gaze followed her explanations in order.
"This one's the dancer—super flexible, tight down below. And last, she's the visual rep. What do you think? Pretty good, right? She's still a bit stiff, but some guys like that clumsy vibe. What about you, Woo-jin?"
I didn't know much about them since I wasn't that interested, but I figured they were trainees who hadn't debuted yet. Scraped together from other agencies to fill out the lineup, but too old for real girl group potential.
Baek Hee-jin had bizarrely offered me a sex tribute(?) as a gift. Using their debut dreams as leverage to force it, probably.
The tension eased, replaced by sheer absurdity, and I burst out laughing.
"How far can I go?"
"Heh. Boys will be boys. Do whatever you want to try. Just don't ruin their marketability."
"Hah..."
"Hm?"
Baek Hee-jin sharpened her gaze at me, but I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fuck. This is ridiculous."
Not out of morals or conscience. I'd already ditched those when I first decided to fuck Son Sia.
My dick twitching at the sight of naked women was unavoidable, but these girls? Not really tempting.
Talent-wise or fuckability-wise.
"What did you just say? You little—"
Hell, I'd rather fuck Baek Hee-jin herself.
She started to snap coldly, but I waved her off and cut in.
"So, you're telling me to pick one of these to fuck here?"
"Hah... Spoiled you too much, and now the cocky punk forgets his place?"
Her warning carried real chill.
"None from this bunch for now. I'll pass."
Honestly, I was a bit spooked, so I rejected quick—for the subordination boost.
Acquired Baek Hee-jin's talent, Lethal Glare (B).
Baek Hee-jin's Subordination Level has exceeded 50%, activating the primary subordination effect.
And so, I spoke to Baek Hee-jin as the subordination effect kicked in.
"I don't know what this is, but I have no intention of completely rejecting your offer, CEO. Just send these girls away first—we can talk. I'm really not interested."
"......"
She ground her teeth, glaring daggers, then made a call.
"Manager Park, take the girls. Yeah. Drop them back at the dorm."
A suited man who'd been lurking somewhere entered the hall and led away the Double A trainees or whatever.
To the arms-crossed, glaring CEO Baek Hee-jin, I said,
"From here on, I'm planning to handle you pretty roughly. Anything I should watch out for?"
"What?"
Her face twisted into something vicious and sharp—then went slightly blank.
"What...? Huh?"
"Tell me. What I need to be careful about."
Apparently Manager Park wasn't alone—Baek Hee-jin called someone else, ordering them to head out first. Engine sounds rumbled from the back, not the parking lot.
Baek Hee-jin clicked her heels toward somewhere.
Following her led to a small room like a control booth, screens showing villa spots everywhere.
She fiddled with something, and the screens blinked off.
"Now... we're good...."
Even as she moved, her face stayed dumbstruck, like she couldn't process the situation.
⤷ Primary Condition: Disarm 'Baek Hee-jin’s' 'Trap'. (Complete)
⤷ Secondary Condition: Draw out 'Baek Hee-jin’s' 'Surrender'.
The 'trap'—this villa was both her 'gift' and a snare.
A trap to choke valuable talents and keep them in her palace.
I wasn't some big-shot politico or tycoon, so why bother with all this for me? Questionable.
'Her eye for talent's not bad, huh?'
Getting high marks from Baek Hee-jin herself didn't feel half bad.
"Those girls earlier—where would I take one to enjoy her?"
"There's... a separate room."
"Show me, CEO."
"Here... hah... what the hell is going on?"
The room she led me to was a whole other world.
Tray of sex toys, racks of slutty outfits lined up.
"You said do whatever I want to try, right?"
"You... what the fuck did you do to—"
I clamped her mouth shut with my hand before her uppity glare could finish.
Hooked my fingers in, yanked her cheek.
"Eek—?!"
"Shouldn't you be worrying less about what I did... and more about what I'm gonna do next?"
She hesitated, teeth grazing my fingers like she wanted to bite.
"......??"
I wrenched her ringed face awkwardly gnawing my hand and flung her onto the bed.
"Ack, a-aack—!"
Cheeks puffed out—that was the last sight before she belly-flopped hard onto the mattress.
Nice bed; great bounce. Her tight dress made her ass jiggle clearly.
My hand glistened with her spit.
"You think you can get away with th—"
She sprang up from the bed and swung at me, but froze before slapping my cheek.
But I?
Smack!
"Kyaaak?!"
Could.
Subordination wasn't 100% yet—she just couldn't do real harm. No obedient puppet.
But hitting 50%? The rest was just foreplay.
I grabbed a long rod from the sex toys shelf.
Aimed the flexible end, shaped like a small flyswatter, at Baek Hee-jin and swung.
Whap, smack!
"Agh, ack! You son of a—"
Smack!
Any filth from those red lips got a light cheek tap.
Thud.
She kept resisting, swiping at me—until she crumpled to the floor.
Left cheek red, eyes unfocused on nothing, mumbling to herself.
"N-No... way...."
From behind, I looped her neck with one arm, other hand dipping low.
Handy—she wore a gray dress.
You know those porn scenes? Woman in a gray dress coming home, mouth covered, pussy rubbed raw till the dress soaks dark gray?
Wanted to recreate that.
"Gurk?! G-Get this hand off— guk?!"
She flopped like a fresh-caught fish, but each time I yanked her neck tighter with my forearm, quelling the fight.
Slowly lowered my other arm.
Grazed soft lower belly to where thighs met.
Thicker texture than elsewhere at my fingertips. Soft mound.
No need to look—I knew this was it.
I pressed hard, mercilessly grinding her mound.
"Ahhaak?!"
Even this fierce bitch had no defense against pussy massage?
She screeched shrill, curling forward.
I hauled her back up with my forearm, intensifying my right hand—pressing, rubbing front-back, side-to-side.
"Guhk...! Nngh, urk, uuugh!"
She desperately clawed to block my right hand.
"Haa... You said do whatever I want. You bitch."
I released her pussy-stroking arm and lightly punched her side.
Thump!
"Guh, guu...?!"
Her body tried curling again; forearm prevented it.
Thump!
Once more, lightly. This time to the belly.
Son Sia took two; Baek Hee-jin could handle at least that. One more.
Thump!
And then.
Psssh, shiiiit, shiii—!
Baek Hee-jin's gray dress soaked dark gray in seconds.
A bit differently than I'd imagined.