Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Paparazzi Getting Wrecked by Thugs is Just Common Sense (♡)
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I stripped the skirt off the reporter bitch sprawled face-down on the floor.
Pulling off her stockings and panties completely seemed like too much hassle, so I just yanked them down to around her ankles.
A quick visual check confirmed it: her outer labia were ragged and discolored—definitely not prime pussy material.
"I know you won't remember this, but from now on, I'll stretch that cunt of yours out so wide you won't feel a damn thing properly ever again."
Mammon's promised reward. I had no idea exactly what "cleaning up the education site" meant, but based on past experience, it was bound to benefit me—no downsides.
So I shoved aside any petty worries and focused on how best to school this insolent reporter bitch.
First things first: insertion. I climbed on top of her ass and rammed my cock straight in.
Squuuish—.
It slid in smoothly at the entrance, but halfway in, it got pretty tight. Still, she was just a disposable fucktoy, so I grabbed her waist and forced my hips all the way in.
Thud—.
My glans slammed right into her rock-hard cervix in one go.
"Gah, aaagh! Ah, it huuurts?!"
The bitch snapped back to her senses and tried to scramble away, propping her hands forward like she was about to bolt. But I just crushed her ass down and sat on it.
"Cunt-stretching construction begins. Hyah! Hyaah!"
In that position, I ground my hips rhythmically against her ass like I was polishing it.
"Ahk, hk, st-stop, pleeease! Hak?!"
The reporter bitch pinned under me gasped like she was about to pass out, her pussy clenching down hard in spasms. I responded by pressing my glans firm against her cervix and swirling my cock around, steadily widening her inner walls.
"Guhk, w-wait! I'll d-delete it! I'll delete the photos, I sweeeear?!"
Instead of just taking her rape quietly, the bitch was still scheming. Now she was offering to delete the pictures as a bargaining chip.
I casually draped myself over her back and lightly gripped her throat.
"Guh, guh...?!"
I hadn't even squeezed hard, but given the situation, she freaked out even more violently.
"Looks like you still don't get it. You've still got the spare brainpower to think? Guess I've been too nice to you. Right?"
"Kehk... Wh-what the hell are you doiiiing...?!"
"I told you already. My goal is to loosen up that sloppy cunt of yours."
Saying that, I lifted my hips, pulled out the cock I'd been lazily swirling, then yanked it free.
"Here comes the drill."
Spluuurt—!
I slammed the cock I'd fully withdrawn right back into her cervix in one brutal thrust.
"Kak, kahuk?!"
Like a motorized jackhammer with no mercy, I pounded my hips down relentlessly. Every time I thrust in and pulled back, her ass bounced up, and I'd slam it right back to the floor.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, splat, slap, splaaat—!!
Under my savage, rapid pistoning, she flailed her arms and lifted her head before going limp and collapsing face-first, wheezing ragged breaths.
"Guk, guhk, kuhk, ahk, guhhuuuk?!!"
Thud, thump, thud, thud, thump, thud, thump—!!
The friction from the rapid motion quickly built up my orgasm. No need to pace myself or hold back, though.
I kept savagely slamming my hips even as the climax surged.
Squiiiish—!
I crushed down hard enough to smash her cervix and unleashed my load.
Spurt, splurt, spluuurt—!
"Ek, ehk...?! You, you really came— i-inside?! Guhk...!!"
What a tough-minded bitch. I drove another fist into her side and growled.
"You fucking slut, clench that pussy. It's already getting loose, and you're still yapping. I'm not pulling out till I've dumped five loads, so squeeze it right."
Even after cumming, I stayed glued to her body, swirling my cock around. Waiting for it to stiffen up again.
Hmm. How much time had passed?
Lost track educating the reporter bitch in this windowless sound booth. A peek at my smartphone screen showed it was nearly 10 PM.
"Ah, sorry. Looks like I won't get to play with your hubby tonight. Right?"
"Huu... huuuh...."
Not expecting a real answer, I slammed my palm down hard on her ass.
Smaaack—!
"Ahk...."
Despite the solid smack, she barely reacted, just moaning feebly like she was dying.
Ten minutes after pulling out, thick white cum was still oozing steadily from between her legs.
I lifted her hips slightly, shoved three fingers into her pussy, hooked them, and gently scraped along her inner folds.
Squelch, squelch—.
Every scrape dragged out more warm, gooey, still-molten cum from her heated depths.
I wiped the cum-and-juice-soaked fingers roughly in her hair.
"Hey. You held up pretty well? Stress all gone now."
After two straight hours and seven loads, her used-up pussy was so swollen it was visibly puffy. Wouldn't even close properly—her inner walls gaping and twitching openly.
"Time to 'clean up'?"
I trusted Mammon's cleanup, but just in case, I'd already deleted the photo originals and the email she'd sent herself.
Peeking at the reporter bitch's info under "Han Song-i."
[Proceed with deleting 'Han Song-i's memories and cleaning up the education site?]
"Of course."
That very instant, black particles sprouted from every corner of the sound booth, enveloping the reporter bitch and the floor.
The black particles dispersed like mist once their work was done, leaving me staring in awe at the spotlessly cleaned-up scene.
"Whoa."
All traces of cum and juices from between her legs, the precum splattered on the rug—everything was gone, pristine.
Now, just one last thing to clear away, and today's agenda would be wrapped up.
May had arrived, bringing warmer days, but evenings still carried a chill.
"Ugh... uuuuh...??"
Han Song-i's eyes fluttered open to the cold, hard sensation pressing against her back and ass.
A dark alley. Sitting slumped against a grimy wall under dim streetlight.
"Wait, why am I...?"
She braced a hand on the wall to stand, but a sharp throb from her lower belly doubled her over with a groan.
"Ahk... Wh-what...?"
Puzzled, she lifted her clothes to peek at her abdomen...
"......?"
It looked fine. The pain from moments ago had vanished. Felt like she'd been possessed by a ghost.
Slowly straightening up and rising to her feet...
"Eek?!!"
This time, a piercing sting shot through her like lightning.
Her legs trembled so badly she could barely stand. Leaning against the wall, Han Song-i reached down and cupped her pussy protectively.
Even the slightest touch made it ache like mad.
Then the memories flooded back.
"Ah...? Right."
She'd come here to snap some pics, wandered around, and got dragged off by some lowlife thugs with shitty vibes. They'd raped her.
Getting utterly wrecked by thugs was just common sense for a paparazzi.
But getting raped by thugs while working as paparazzi? No way she'd tell a soul about that.
"Ahk... Fuck. Those crazy bastards went too far—feels like my pussy's torn up... Ha... Where are my keys? Oh, here. Aaaagh?! Fuck, it stings like hell. Ha, my bro said he'd crash at my place tonight... What do I even tell him...?"
Han Song-i limped off into the dark alley.
Hong Ye-won was deep into revising the latter half of the script.
Unless it was fully pre-produced, viewer reactions always shaped the back half—that was standard. Script tweaks happened constantly as a result.
The villains later on were already getting flak for lacking Hee-chan's aura, making Hong Ye-won's head spin even more.
"Ugh...."
Then, out of nowhere, a message from Jung Woo-jin in the evening.
[Clean yourself up and wait.]
No further explanation, but Hong Ye-won knew exactly what it meant.
"Ah, aaah?!"
She flung off her glasses, bolted from her seat, and dashed to the bathroom.
After a thorough enema, Hong Ye-won sat on the sofa with her heart pounding.
She didn't forget to slather on lube beforehand, fingering her hole loose so he could dive right in whenever.
Loosening her anus with steady prods, Hong Ye-won waited endlessly for the door lock chime.
But no matter how long she waited, Jung Woo-jin didn't show. Hong Ye-won stared gloomily at her phone.
As she gulped down cold water to soothe her frustration...
Beep beep beep. Ding—.
Startled by the sound of someone entering, Hong Ye-won rushed to the entryway.
"Sorry. I'm late, huh? But I'll be gentle tonight."
Hong Ye-won gazed at the softly smiling Jung Woo-jin, feeling heat rush to her face.
"Haa...."
Her breathing grew ragged.