Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Vampire Detective
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“S-Spare me! I’ll do anything! Please!”
Instant reply. I’d expected it, but not to this degree. I figured she’d at least mull it over for a minute.
I rubbed the gun barrel against her temple and said,
“Then you’d better behave from here on out. Nice and obedient. Don’t do anything to piss me off.”
“Y-Yes. Yes...”
Her pitiful demeanor stoked my sadistic urges.
“Open your mouth.”
Choi Sun-mi hesitated before parting her lips. I shoved the gun barrel inside.
“H-Huh?!”
Realizing what was in her mouth, Choi Sun-mi trembled pathetically. She shook so violently I half-expected a motor whirring inside her.
I stripped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her blouse from the top, one by one. A magnificent E-cup pair appeared before my eyes. Her pale cleavage was cradled in a black bra.
I pressed my palm to the upper swell not covered by the bra. Supreme softness and her warm body heat seeped through. I slipped my fingers into the valley. Her plump breasts squeezed them gently.
“Uh... Uhm...”
Choi Sun-mi was still shivering. Not from my groping her tits. She was terrified of the gun barrel in her mouth.
‘This... if I leave it in, she’ll piss herself.’
I pulled the gun from her mouth. It glistened with her clear saliva.
I aimed at the floor and pulled the trigger.
“Kyaaak!”
A bullet hole scarred the floor. Choi Sun-mi recoiled at the sight, but I blocked her path.
I withdrew my hand from between her breasts, tucked her bobbed hair behind her ear, and whispered into that pretty little earlobe.
“You said you’d obey me, right?”
“Y-Yes, yes!”
“Said you’d do anything.”
“P-Please spare me... Please...”
Transparent tears streamed from Choi Sun-mi’s eyes. I’m not the type to waver at tears. But seeing a drop-dead gorgeous woman like her cry... it felt like someone had my heart in a vise.
“Is your life that precious? You really down for anything?”
“Yes. A-Anything. Make me kneel, I kneel. Want money, it’s yours. So... please, just spare me...”
“Alright then. Let’s start with your knees.”
I brushed past her, switched on the cameras, and sat on the bed.
The moment my ass hit the mattress, Choi Sun-mi dropped to her knees. She bowed her head toward me, palms pressed together in desperate prayer.
“Chin up. Look at me.”
Choi Sun-mi lifted her head. Straight on, her face was even prettier than I’d imagined. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Her gaze shook wildly as it met mine—desperately avoiding contact.
Something welled up inside me. Conquest. But this was a flavor of it I’d never tasted before.
‘...Easy now. Just jumping her bones is amateur hour. I’m the legend who railed 120 pussies in a single night.’
I grabbed her smartphone first. Not mine—hers.
“Password?”
“......1479.”
I scrolled through Choi Sun-mi’s phone. No bombshells. Gallery was spotless. A few pics with friends and family, zero with guys.
“No boyfriend?”
“N-No.”
“How many guys you dated total?”
“N-None.”
Unexpected. And damn tempting.
A virgin? Had I ever popped a cherry? Nope.
‘...Don’t chug the kimchi soup. No boyfriend doesn’t mean untouched. Hell, I don’t date and I fuck daily.’
But my brain stayed cool while my heart thundered with hype and heat.
“......Choi Sun-mi. How old are you?”
“...28.”
“Never dated once? You a lesbian?”
“No. I just... heard it’s better to stay chaste...”
“For what?”
“Marriage...”
“......Ah.”
I got it a beat late. Her endgame: marry up into the elite. The classic Cheongdam-dong housewife dream.
‘...Fits her vibe. Oxford grad—hitching to high society ain’t a pipe dream.’
Face, figure, brains. Prime material.
“Blind dates?”
“...Four.”
“All busts, huh. Why?”
“I... thought I could aim higher.”
“Eyes in the clouds.”
I playfully leveled the gun at her.
“Eek! My bad! Spare me! Deokgwang-nim! Please!”
She panicked, head bowed, hands clasped frantically. Her speed cracked me up—I cleared the gun.
“Kept your chastity this long, hymen still good?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Kissed anyone?”
“...No. Chaebols... do deep background checks, I heard...”
“......”
She’d micromanaged her whole life for that big score.
Speechless.
Damn. Women like this exist? All top-shelf educations breed ‘em this way?
“On your feet. Top off.”
“......”
Choi Sun-mi rose wordlessly.
I scowled faintly. My clown mask mirrored it.
“No response?”
“S-Sorry! I’ll answer properly from now on!”
“You’re sharp. You’ll get it right. I trust you.”
“...Th-Thank you.”
Thank you for what? Almost called her on it, but let it slide.
She undressed slowly. She knew what was coming. Eagerness would’ve been weirder.
I didn’t rush her. Plenty of time, and the tease revved me up.
The white blouse slipped down her body. E-cups bared. Bra-contained, yet their sheer presence dominated.
Under my stare, she reached back and unhooked the bra.
Breasts jiggled free as the clasp gave. Bigger sans compression.
Plop.
Bra hit the floor.
The revealed tits blew past my fantasies. Size aside, perfect shape—no flaws. Pink areolas and nipples, impeccable. Prime-grade rarity.
‘Oh my god...’
Almost let her strip the panties and stockings herself. Nah—I’d handle that.
“Come here. Kiss me.”
“Huh?!”
My hand twitched toward the pistol; she scurried over.
“Uh... the mask...”
“Right.”
I’d planned a few quick fucks then ditch. Clown mask for anonymity. But Choi Sun-mi exceeded specs. Too prime to waste. Pivot.
Off came the mask.
“...Huh?”
“What, my face ugly?”
“N-No. Just... younger than I pictured. And not a vampire...”
She clocked my healthy glow—no pallor.
I tapped my lips with my index finger. Quit stalling.
She hesitated, then pressed her lips to mine. A mere peck.
Ten seconds of lip-lock, then she pulled back.
I knew. No sabotage. Legit no experience.
“You kidding?”
My voice chilled me too.
“Huh?”
“I said kiss. Not peck. Again.”
I caught her grinding her molars. Pride lingered despite begging. But life trumped ego. She closed in, lips met mine anew.
No mere press this time. Plump pink lips worked, tongue grazed mine. I parted, inviting.
Her tongue slipped in, lost. Mine took charge, lapping hers. Teeth clacked—her rookie move.
‘...First kiss, locked. Beginner’s grace.’
Sensitivity Heightening
Vitality continuously consumed.
She sensed the shift, tried to retreat. My hands clamped her head and waist—no escape. Her bare tits mashed against my chest.
“Mmph... Hn... Un...”
Tongues tangled wetly.
Her tentative tongue warmed up, syncing with mine over time. I sucked it greedily, then plunged mine into her mouth.
First kiss—her first filthy one. Amped by the skill, her tense face melted.
I’d cut the skill at some point, but kept tonguing her.
Midway, her knees buckled; she slumped into my arms. I stroked her silky back slow.
“Haa.”
Lips parted, a sticky saliva bridge dangled. Droplets beaded on her chin, uns swallowed.
“How’s that first kiss taste?”
“Ah. Um...”
“Truth.”
“...Good. Way better than I imagined...”
I eased her onto the bed. Five-million-won luxury.
Laid flat, her tits spilled sideways. Proof of pure, heavy naturals—no fakes.
“Look at that. Nipples hard as rocks. That good?”
“......”
“Answer me.”
“Yes! Yes! It was so good!”
I buried my face in her lush mounds, nuzzling. Womanly musk, velvet skin, springy bounce. Perfection across the board.
Satisfied with face time, I gathered her stiff pink nipples and slurped them together.
Sensitivity Heightening
Vitality continuously consumed.
Sensitivity Heightening—my sweet mercy for a total newbie.
“Aaaah......”
Her body quaked. Different from fear-shivers. Virgin pleasure rocked her world. Bet she felt ridiculous melting like this.
I released the nipples with a pop, trailed kisses across her pale tits—leaving hickeys—then rose.
Her eyes already swam in bliss.
✨ Erogenous Zones:Lower abdomen, buttocks
Choi Sun-mi
‘Down low, huh.’
I slid toward her lower half. Gripped her long, coffee-hued pantyhose-clad legs and spread ‘em.
“N-No! Not there! Please!”
“Twenty-eight years aged virgin pussy. I’ll devour it.”
“Money! Take it all! Just...!”
“Got plenty. Keep bitching, might get a hole in those tits. Or your skull.”
“Hic. Sob.”
“Answer!”
“S-Sorry!”
I eyed her crotch. The black thong visible through the stockings? Soaked, as expected.
My hand reached for her groin.