Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Hello? (♡)
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Hello?
Room number 314.
Just as I was lost in the pointless thought that moving the decimal point two places left would start pi.
Clunk-.
The door opened.
"Hello?"
The one greeting Rachel Ziegler was a woman wearing sunglasses.
I couldn't quite remember her name, but she was the head of Jung Woo-jin's agency, someone I'd met when she came to Korea.
She'd seemed pretty charismatic back at the office, but now her face was...
'Why does she look so bright and cheerful...?'
Rachel gave her a dazed wave.
"Hello...?"
A fresh soap scent wafted over, and the woman's figure came into Rachel's view.
A burgundy dress that hugged her voluptuous curves. Passionate red against pale skin, with long, flowing black hair.
Droopy eyes faintly visible beneath the black sunglasses.
Rachel felt a slight pressure just standing before this woman.
Rachel, simply raising her hand in greeting, and Baek Hee-jin stood off at the doorway like that for a moment.
"You gonna move or not?"
"Ah...?"
Only then did Rachel realize the woman was trying to leave.
As Rachel hurriedly twisted aside to let her pass, Baek Hee-jin hummed through her nose and brushed by.
Face-to-face as they passed, Baek Hee-jin's breasts grazed against Rachel's.
She was already feeling psychologically overwhelmed from the start, and now her opponent's chest felt even fuller than her own, sparking a surge of irritation.
'Damn it... Why the hell are her tits so huge...'
Baek Hee-jin curled the corner of her mouth toward Rachel and said,
"Well, I'm off to do some sightseeing, so have fun and enjoy yourself."
'What the hell...?'
Before Rachel could find the words, Baek Hee-jin turned and walked away without a hint of lingering.
Click-clack-.
Rachel stared blankly at Baek Hee-jin's retreating figure before stepping into the room.
The first thing Rachel noticed upon entering was the slightly ajar shower room.
Steam still rising faintly from the shower, carrying the soap scent left by that woman who'd just left.
Feeling inexplicably sour, Rachel deliberately closed the shower door as she moved further in.
Whoosh-.
An empty bed came into view.
And in that moment, a pungent smell assaulted Rachel's nose.
"What...?"
The musky mix of semen and arousal fluids. The unmistakable evidence of a man and woman who'd just fucked.
Given she'd come from the same room, Rachel could infer that Jung Woo-jin and that agency head were screwing.
But what really turned her stomach was the intensity of the smell.
"What the hell did they do, and how much...?"
The bed was empty, so Rachel pinched her nose and scanned the room for Jung Woo-jin.
"What're you doing?"
Suddenly, a voice from behind made Rachel jump in place.
"Ack?!"
Turning around, there stood Jung Woo-jin, wrapped in a bathrobe.
"Why're you so jumpy again?"
"N-No... You just appeared out of nowhere-."
Rachel shook off Jung Woo-jin's hand on her shoulder and fell silent.
The loosely draped bathrobe barely covered him, his skin fully exposed through the gap.
Incredibly smooth skin texture.
Yet distinctly masculine, rippling muscles.
It was enough to make her swallow hard involuntarily.
Rachel's eyes slowly traced from his thick pecs to defined abs, down to his dizzying groin, and to his twitching cock.
"......"
Rachel stared blankly at Jung Woo-jin's dick.
Unknowingly, her fingers twitched, her lips parting—as if it were the natural pose to welcome his cock.
Jung Woo-jin smirked down at her.
"Didn't you come for your reward? Then shouldn't you get on all fours and spread your asshole quick?"
Grind-.
Rachel grimaced and gnashed her teeth.
That right there.
Rachel had always dominated men, using them for her pleasure, so this tone of his—it crushed a woman's pride without mercy. It grated on her endlessly.
Unable to take it anymore, Rachel slammed her handbag to the floor and snarled,
"Looks like you're misunderstanding something. Who do you think introduced you to the Paranormal team? At least show some gra-."
Then Jung Woo-jin's large hand shot out, clamping her jaw shut.
"Hold up."
"......"
Jung Woo-jin bent down and plucked something peeking from Rachel's handbag.
A string of condoms.
"What's this?"
Rachel worked her tingling lips and replied,
"Last time was safe day so it was fine, but if you're gonna cum inside today, at least wear a condom... "
Rachel shrank back from Jung Woo-jin's looming shadow drawing closer.
"Talking nonsense. Not using your pussy today. Told you to clean out your ass. Did you?"
"I-I did... But just there, I mean... It's not like it's just once or twice..."
Instead of answering, Jung Woo-jin advanced on her. With each step he took, Rachel unwittingly backed away one step herself.
Thud-.
"Wha- Huh...?"
Her back hit the hard wall, and Jung Woo-jin finally closed in, casting his shadow over her face.
"You're hopeless. Time to learn your place today."
Jung Woo-jin's hand rose slowly to grip the back of her head firmly.
His brutish grip yanked her hair down suddenly.
"Ack...!"
Rachel let out a short scream as she dropped to her knees right there.
"What're you waiting for? Open your mouth, you fucking slut."
Jung Woo-jin slapped her cheek wildly with his cock before shoving the head past her lips.
"Mmph...?!"
[Rachel Ziegler]
⤷ Primary Condition: Ejaculate inside 'Rachel Ziegler's' anus three times. (0/3)
⤷ Secondary Condition: Fulfill the primary condition first.
Rachel Ziegler.
A casting director with A-grade looks.
When we met in Korea, the final condition happened to be anal sex, and I was too lazy to even bother with an enema right then, so I gave up on maxing her subordination to 100%.
Never thought I'd see her again, but thanks to Rachel, I got to join that decent project called Paranormal.
So, figuring it was like giving her a reward in return—and since I'd enjoy it too—I called her over.
Her skills turned out better than expected, and with subordination at 100%, no loss for me.
Just her attitude was a bit off.
This bitch didn't even seem to think she'd been "had" back in Korea.
More like she figured we'd just enjoyed some casual sex.
I bent Rachel over not on the bed, but under it, then shoved my fingers into her asshole and stirred her up.
Needed to use it at least three times, so I did the prep work thoroughly.
I slathered on the lube generously, rubbing and stretching her asshole relentlessly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squiiiish-!
"Oh! Ohhh, ooooh...!"
Anal gets easier and more pleasurable the more you use it.
Rachel must've done it plenty before—sure enough, she was soon writhing in ecstasy.
Watching her gaping, flushed-hot asshole throb made my cock throb painfully hard.
As I pulled my fingers out and watched,
Rachel twisted her head back with desperate, pleading eyes.
"H-Hurry up and fuck me..."
She even reached back with one hand gripping the bed, spreading her own cheeks.
I pretended to smack her ass hard and said,
"Hmm. Your begging form's all wrong. Do it properly."
"Please, fill my desperate asshole that's dying to be stuffed with your cock... Please."
"No, no. You should forget about walking out on your own two feet today."
"......"
After a brief silence, Rachel squeezed her eyes shut and begged again.
"...Th-Then rip me open. Tear my ass so I'll never be satisfied with anything but your cock ever again..."
With that, Rachel slammed her forehead to the hotel floor and yanked her cheeks wide with both hands.
Her pitch-black hole gaped so wide you couldn't see the depths.
I slowly climbed onto her ass.
My cock plunged shluuuck into her wide-open anus, vanishing in an instant.
And when it was halfway in,
Rachel's asshole clenched tight in a flash, squeezing my cock like it wanted to devour it.
"Gonna pound you mercilessly, so endure it yourself."
With those words, I gripped her hips and rammed the rest of my cock in.
Spluuurt-!
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck!!"