Chapter 51
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: You're the One Who Called Asking for Your Hole to Be Wrecked. (♡)
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Two days after sending photos and videos to Han Woo-hee's burner account '@FreeBunny_0'.
On Saturday morning, she finally sent the time and place.
- Just like I said last time, it's strictly sex and nothing else. If you try any bullshit like taking off the mask, I'll ruin your life no matter what it takes, so keep that in mind. If you still want to fuck me once, show up at Jeonpoong Hotel Room 7407 by 7 PM tonight.
And of course, I did.
Knock knock knock.
I took off the deeply pulled-down cap and mask near Room 7407, swapped them for the fox mask I'd brought, and knocked on the door.
Ding.
The door opened.
Han Woo-hee appeared from inside, wearing a bathrobe.
"I figured you'd chicken out and run, but you actually showed up?"
Her voice, muffled by the bunny mask, was completely different from what I'd heard at the script reading. A bit huskier, slower tempo.
I dropped my voice low and rough in response.
"You horny slut bitch. You're the one who begged for your hole to be wrecked. I'll satisfy you proper, so get ready to be a cumdump for life."
"......"
Han Woo-hee went silent for a moment, then subtly turned her body, signaling me to come in.
⤷ Secondary Condition: Send a dick pic to 'Han Woo-hee's' Twitter account. (Complete)
⤷ Tertiary Condition: Enter the location 'Han Woo-hee' specified.
I'd worried the mask might block her info from showing up, but it was needless concern.
I glanced at her mask for a moment before stepping into the hotel room, and the instant I did...
[Acquired Han Woo-hee's talent: Clear Diction Infused with Emotion (B+).]
⤷ Secondary Condition: Fulfill the primary condition first.
⤷ Tertiary Condition: Fulfill the secondary condition first.
I let out a chuckle as Han Woo-hee's info updated. Satisfying conditions.
It wasn't the safe sex you get at 50% subordination or higher, but Mammon wouldn't give me a raw deal, and personally, I had reasons to trust it.
As I stood there at the hotel room entrance, Han Woo-hee grumbled and headed toward the bed.
"What the fuck are you standing there like a retard for? The only thing I want from you is your dick, so hurry up and whip it out."
She flopped onto the bed and crossed her legs seductively atop it.
"Like I said, my pussy's already plenty spread for you. Come and fuck it."
I couldn't see her expression through the bunny mask, but her voice trembled faintly. Subtle, but I could read her state clear as day.
The scent of a bitch in heat wafted off her.
I slowly stripped off my clothes, and when I finally dropped my pants...
A quiet gulp came from the bed.
"So, what do you think now that you've seen it for real?"
"......"
No answer, but I could feel her gaze locked through the mask's eyeholes. The subtle tension creeping into her body.
I approached Han Woo-hee slowly, then abruptly climbed onto the bed and straddled her.
Whoosh!
I roughly yanked open her bathrobe, revealing the body designed to drive men wild.
Long, slender limbs and a soft, graceful deer-like neckline.
Perky teardrop tits full of bounce, flawless skin without a hint of flab, and a well-used but neatly trimmed pussy with slightly darkened outer lips.
Straddling her, I shoved my dick right up to her mask.
"Hah...!"
Han Woo-hee panted raggedly at the throbbing cock inches from her eyes. I lightly tapped her mask with it.
"You were looking forward to this a lot, huh? Just like you wanted, I'm gonna wreck this free pussy from now on."
"...W-wait. You gotta wear a condom. Here."
She reached into the bedside drawer and handed me something.
Square packets, perforated zigzag edges for easy tearing. Five condoms.
"Only five?"
I questioned it, and Han Woo-hee stammered a bit, eyes still glued to the twitching dick in front of her.
"Wh-what... Guys usually crash after one or two rounds anyway, right? I brought extras and you're still bitching..."
I tore open one of her condoms and rolled it on.
"Well, let's see about that."
Condom on, I looked down at her pussy.
She'd warmed it up like she said—twitching nonstop, oozing juices. Sticky fluids dripping down her perineum in real time.
I rubbed the now-paler condom-covered tip against her slit, coating it evenly in her slick.
Teasing the entrance, dipping just the glans in and out to test.
Even just the tip slid in smooth as butter—no resistance. Definitely a well-fucked hole.
I kept teasing the entrance without thrusting deep, and Han Woo-hee wiggled her hips impatiently.
"Quit fucking around and hurry up... And this size is new for me, so go easy at first—."
'Go easy.' Or 'gentle,' 'soft.' I wasn't a fan of that kind of talk.
So.
The second 'go easy' left her lips, I slammed the glans-deep tip all the way in—straight to her cervix, shoving deep.
"G-guhk?!"
That instant, Han Woo-hee arched her back under the mask, gasping violently.
But I grabbed her trembling waist, pinning her flat in the middle of the bed before she could curl up.
"H-huhk?!"
"Said you could last three minutes, you fucking liar. Can't even take one second—what do I call that?"
I hoisted her legs up toward her body, piled my weight on her hips, and started pounding missionary-style.
No mercy—I crushed her body and hammered down. Soon the room echoed with wet slaps.
Slap, splat, slap, splat, splat, splaaat!
Pinned beneath, Han Woo-hee flailed wildly, howling like a beast.
"H-hoek? Heuk, o-oh, oooooh! Ooooooh?!!"
Squeeze. I crushed her legs and torso tighter, turning her into a seamless onahole, and kept slamming my full weight down.
Thud, thump, thump, thud, thump, thuuump!
Every thrust made her slutty pussy squirt filthily, and the quick-shot hole that supposedly lasted three minutes convulsed its folds before even one minute passed.
"Ooooh?! W-wait! Wait a sec—!!"
She reached out desperately for my mask, so I snatched her wrist, pinned it, and crushed her belly.
"Eek, eeeek?! Uweeeek?!!"
I kept her lower belly mashed while pile-driving. Her body jerked like it was glitching hard.
Whether she came or not didn't matter to me—it was her who begged to be fucked till her pussy broke.
Her spasming walls clamped my dick tight, but I carved through the contracting meat and kept thrusting.
Slap, splat, slap, splat, splat, splaaat!
The intense motion and squeezing pussy built my load, but no need to hold back.
Not like it cost per round—this was free pussy from the start. I came whenever.
Spurt, splurt, spluuurt!!
Each pulse of cum made her throw her head back, quaking. Not passed out, but mind thoroughly fucked blank.
I pulled out, ditched the condom.
"Cumdump. Hear me? From now on, raw dick. That cool?"
"Euk, h-huh..."
No real answer.
"You figured five-plus rounds anyway—outcome's the same. Handle your own birth control from now on. Today? Who knows. Good luck."
I pressed my bare tip to her gaping, twitching pussy.
Grabbed her quivering, curled-toes legs and splat spread them wide.
"Alright, let's see how many rounds till you black out."
Jeonpoong Hotel lobby.
Son Sia scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, cap pulled low, mask on. Pretty pissed.
"Fucking asshole. If you're gonna call someone, at least explain why..."
Saturday night.
Rare downtime. She'd been chilling at home with a glass of wine when Jung Woo-jin suddenly texted.
[Come to Jeonpoong Hotel Room 7407 by 9 PM.]
No who-what-where-why—just a bossy demand tossed like table scraps to a dog. Son Sia's blood boiled the second she read it.
Rage mixed with anticipation. Conflicting feelings churning as she stormed to Jeonpoong Hotel, crossed the lobby, and hopped the guest elevator.
As it slowly climbed toward the 7th floor, her anger faded, replaced by a pounding heart.
"Ahem. Guess he's trying to set the mood tonight...?"
Jung Woo-jin always barged into her place and railed her raw. Calling her to a hotel? Couldn't help but expect... a little something.
Maybe just a little...