Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Foreplay is a Luxury for a Tough Woman Like the President, Right? (♡)
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I kept silent in the face of the disaster unfolding before my eyes.
"......"
I never could have imagined that Baek Hee-jin, the one called the 'White Snake' even in the entertainment industry's den of demons, would break down crying like a child.
It felt like I'd been hit with an unexpected mental attack.
I shook my head to clear my mind, then approached the cowering Baek Hee-jin.
"Hic, hiiik…! D-don't, don't hit me!"
Her panicked retreat against the bed, flailing her hands, was almost disappointing.
I'd come here with my own desperate resolve.
The seductive, serpentine allure was gone, replaced by a terrified, sniffling ordinary woman huddled there.
"This bitch is hilarious for real."
As I took another step closer, Baek Hee-jin covered her head with her hands and curled up even tighter.
"It hurts! It hurts… Hoo-weep."
"I won't hit you if you don't resist."
Only then did she peek out, looking up at me.
"R-really…?"
Her eyes, softened beyond the heavy smoky makeup, glistened with tears.
I scooped up Baek Hee-jin's body and tossed her onto the bed.
"Kyaaak?!"
Watching her sprawl out like the Little Mermaid, gazing up at me pitifully, I smacked my lips.
"Alright, shall we get started?"
I'd thought about it every time I saw Baek Hee-jin.
That dress she often wore, accentuating her mature, voluptuous femininity—I wanted to hike it up and pound her mercilessly.
I pulled up the dress, soaked from her squirting mess.
"Lift your hips."
Trembling, Baek Hee-jin raised her waist to make it easier for me.
I shoved the drenched dress all the way up, covering her face.
"Wha-what…?!"
"What? You soaked it yourself. Stay still."
"......"
It was a fantastical sight.
I'd guessed her figure from her form-fitting outfits, but seeing it bare—it was violently alluring.
A bit of plumpness, but the voluptuousness was insane.
It looked soft just to gaze at. A living castella cake of a body.
Her underwear was slutty as hell.
"Unhook it."
At my command, Baek Hee-jin unclasped her bra, which had been straining to contain her.
The tiny fabric gave way, and her massive tits burst out to the sides.
Without a doubt, the softest, fluffiest rack I'd ever seen—bigger than any other, with sizable areolas to match.
I forced apart her shyly crossed legs and stripped off the black scrap of fabric.
"Huh?"
Her pubic hair was trimmed short and neat like a triangle onigiri. Around it, a snake tattoo coiled, mouth agape.
Like a gatekeeper guarding her pussy.
"Hoo…."
Baek Hee-jin, draped in her own soaked dress like a hood, exposed her tattooed, lewd body.
My cock screamed to bust the door down.
Ziiip-.
I dropped my pants. Trunk too.
Thwung-!
It sprang out like a coiled spring, veins bulging from the frustration.
"Gasp?!"
Even through the wet dress, she must've caught sight—her sharp intake of breath.
"Well, President Baek Hee-jin, this is my answer and my gift. I'll make it a day you never forget."
Baek Hee-jin flailed her legs wildly, scrambling toward the bed's edge.
I grabbed her calf and yanked her back.
"Aaak! W-wait! Just a sec!"
Ignoring her desperate plea, I dragged her legs until my cock hovered at her entrance.
"Foreplay's a luxury for a tough woman like you, right?"
I roughly aligned my tip with her slit. The snake tattoo glaring from above her pussy pissed me off, so I slammed in harder than usual.
Squuuuish-!
I usually thought grunting while thrusting was lame pussy shit.
"Ahhr. Fuck?"
But her plush body wrapped my cock in chewy, dense pussy meat— a moan escaped involuntarily.
It was a legendary pussy.
Just inserting it, and it wriggled, sucking me in deeper.
But unlike the gummy texture, Baek Hee-jin's reaction was unique.
Choking for breath, she gripped the sheets and bucked her hips frantically.
Then.
"Eek, heeik, whaaaat the fuuuuuck?!!"
She arched her back with all her might, unleashing a vulgar wail I'd never heard.
Sshhht, shhht, spuuurt-!
Even squirting a weak stream.
A top-tier pussy that came with a full climax set on insertion alone. A rare third-rate squirter.
"Haaah. Haa… Hn, haaah…."
I gently pressed her quivering lower belly. Like squeezing toothpaste. Press.
"Heeik?!"
She jolted again, squirting weakly.
Spt, spuuurt, shhht-.
"Cum properly when you do. Right?"
"Ahng, hoo-weep…."
No dribbling.
Baek Hee-jin clutched her face in shame, but whatever—wiping it with her own soaked dress was pitiful.
Gripping her hips, I started thrusting in earnest.
"Aaak, haaak! I-it hurts! Y-you're too biiiig!"
Pathetic sight.
"Whining like a bitch when this body's rolled through plenty."
"Biiig! You're too biiiig!! Aaak…!!"
I tuned out her whining.
"Too bad. Adapt. Or maybe ripping once ain't bad?"
Plap, plap, smack, plap, plap, plap-!
Is this what sultry pussy feels like?
Son Sia's was warm like swimming, no big moves. Jung Eun-ji's tight and stimulating. Hong Ye-won's wriggled flirtatiously nonstop.
Baek Hee-jin's screamed adult pussy—sticky, viscous.
Every ridge and fold distinct. Rhythmically milking like it wanted my load.
"Aaaak! Aaaaaak!! Hurts, it huuuurts!!"
But that flapping mouth wasn't sultry moans—just annoying whines.
I reached out and smeared her face.
"Wha, mmph, mrrph?!"
"Quit whining, you fucking slut."
Rubbing her mouth shut, I crammed a wad of her soaked dress into it.
"Mmph, mrrph, mmph?!!"
"Bite it if you don't want a slap."
"Mmf…."
Raising my fist worked—she obediently bit down, panting.
Much better.
Slaaam, slap, slaaam, slaaam, slaaam-!!
Her pussy juice made the flesh-slaps wetter, lewder.
Sticky, beastly squelches filled the room.
Her squeezing pussy pushed me to the edge already.
"Here it comes, slut. Milk my cum with that greedy hole."
"Hak, haaht, mrrghh…!!!"
Gagged with her dress, she twisted wildly in response.
Gloop, gluuuuurp, gloop-!
I gifted the agency president's pussy its first historic creampie.
Pumping thick ropes into her cushy cervix.
Gluuuurp-!
Down to the last drop.
Pulling out from her clinging pussy felt refreshingly cool.
Insanely hot inside.
"Almost cooked my dick. Slut."
Lightly smacked her twitching labia.
"Ahhng…!!"
It clenched violently, expelling runny cum.
I grabbed a small bowl from the tray. No idea why it was there—perfect though.
Holding it to her slit, I pressed her belly.
"Mrrgh, mmph?!"
Drip-.
Cum and juices mixed, flowing into the bowl.
Driiiip-.
Each press made her pussy adorably spit out more.
Fun to watch. Like a pastime.
A decent pool at the bottom. Translucent, milky fluid.
Finally, I pulled the dress off her face.
"Pahh…. Haaht…. Haaa…."
She gulped fresh air like nectar, mouth agape.
I propped her upper body up, offering the bowl casually.
Her eyes followed my hand, widening in shock.
"Wh-what is th-this…?"
"You know damn well. Your pussy spat it out 'cause it's picky. If your lower mouth won't drink, gulp it down the top one. Swallow."
"......"
I tilted the bowl to her lips, cum pooling there.
Resigned, she parted her lips and took it in.
Forehead scrunched like poison.
"......"
Does she know how ridiculous she looks? I chuckled.
"Told you to swallow, not swish. Tasty? Want me to scrape more pussy juice?"
"Nng, no…?!"
She shook her head frantically, mouth full.
Gulp, glurk-.
Her throat bobbed as it went down.
"Pah…."
"Not done yet, President. Don't look like it's all over."
To draw out a woman's 'surrender,' shock therapy always works.
Fear, humiliation, shame.
Stuff like that.
Long road ahead, but the ending's set.