A Delinquent Girl as Building Owner? (2)
“Am I too lacking to serve as your secretary?”
At Ayoung’s words, Seoyeon openly sniped back.
“Ayoung, how dare you interrupt the Owner… And looks like the dildo’s slipping out a bit?”
Seoyeon toyed with Ayoung’s pussy using her foot as Ayoung crouched on the floor, eating from her dog bowl.
“Hahk, no, Seoyeon. I’m holding it tight~”
“You’re getting off even from your daughter touching you with her foot? You maso bitch. The Owner was right.”
“No, it’s not… Seoyeon. Heek!”
“Then what’s this?”
Seoyeon showed off the pussy juice coating her toes.
“That’s… from the dildo…”
“Talking back… And you’re dripping juice everywhere while the Owner’s eating? Is that how Mom taught me?”
While I was on the phone, Seoyeon finished her meal and hopped down from the table to torment her properly.
I savored my food while watching the daughter degrade her mother.
It was a rare sight.
“Ayoung, didn’t you always say idols need impeccable conduct and all that?”
“Yes…”
“But is it okay for Mom to act like this?”
Seoyeon scooped up the pussy juice spilled on the floor with her finger and shoved it into Ayoung’s mouth.
“Heuk… Seoyeon…”
“Right now, you’re squirting lewdly like you’re begging the Owner to fuck you. Right?”
“That’s not it… This is really just from the dildo!”
“Mom. Wanna keep talking back?”
Squiiiish
Seoyeon grabbed the dildo buried in her pussy and yanked it out in one go. Ayoung collapsed right there, face-planting into her personal dog bowl, rice grains sticking all over.
“Uuuu, haaaaaang.”
Her hole gaped wide.
She’d kept that massive dildo stuffed in her pussy all night, so it was stretched open, her insides fully visible.
“That’s why the Owner won’t use you—your hole’s so loose! You worn-out pussy!”
‘That rough wording… Is this Seoyeon’s old community days coming out? What site was that anyway…’
Seoyeon plunged her fingers into Ayoung’s exposed pussy walls, shaped like the dildo, and scraped at them.
Scraaape, scraaape.
It didn’t squelch since it hadn’t tightened yet—just a scraping sound.
“Heeeeeuk!”
Even as she was degraded, Ayoung wore a blissful expression.
“Unlike you, my pussy’s tight and grippy, so even with a dildo stuffed in, it doesn’t gape like yours—it clamps right back! You used-up pussy!”
“Kuuuung, sorry! Seoyeon.”
“So full of yourself just ‘cause the Owner said he’d use you as secretary—you forgot your place and went around calling him ‘honey’? It was fine until you sent me those pics. Right?”
“No! That was the Owner’s order! Seoyeon…”
I set down my chopsticks and joined in.
“Ayoung, you already told Seoyeon about that? But I never said to.”
“Hear that? Mom? The Owner says no! Ass up!”
Seoyeon shoved the dildo back into the still-gaping hole. It slid right in now.
“Haaahk, it just came out and now it’s back in!”
“Ayoung, you’d make a perfect dildo case. Why not just marry the dildo? Wait, then my new stepdad’s this black one? Haha.”
Scraaape, scraaape.
“Ek! Uuung, huuuung, I don’t wanna marry a dildo!”
“Speaking of dad… Compared to the Owner’s cock, Dad’s must be way smaller. Bet it feels like nothing now, huh?”
“That’s right! Now only the Owner’s cock can satisfy me…”
This twisted situation of a daughter shitting on her parents was weirdly turning me on—my dick hardened.
“Seoyeon, enough. Clear the dishes and lie on the table, spread your pussy.”
“Yesssss, Owner! Hear that, Ayoung?”
Ayoung looked like she was lost in masochistic ecstasy, not even registering it.
I grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and Seoyeon climbed onto the table in place of the food.
“Time to taste Seoyeon’s pussy too!”
“Owner, why the condom? I wanna get pregnant.”
“Oh, gotta give Ayoung her sweet morning cum too.”
“The Owner’s so kind… Even taking care of a slave like her?”
Seoyeon said to Ayoung, who was groaning on the floor.
“Ayoung! What’d you teach me to do in situations like this as a kid? The Owner’s going out of his way for you.”
“Th-thank you, Owner. Sharing the cum meant for Seoyeon… I don’t know where to put myself. Sob sob.”
“Then watch me fuck! Alright, Owner! Seoyeon’s tight pussy, ready for inspection! Dig in deep!”
Seoyeon lay back fully and spread her legs. Maybe from training her mom, her own pussy was soaked too.
“You’re drenched too? Enjoyed tormenting Ayoung that much?”
“Yeah… Beating on Mom who always nagged me felt weirdly exciting, Owner.”
I aimed at her hole.
“Y’know, now that I think about it, this is the first time fucking you with a condom?”
“True… Usually it’s the other way around, right? Hehe.”
‘Gotta cum quick, finish up, and head out.’
I slid my condom-wrapped dick into Seoyeon’s pussy.
“Haaang, Owner’s cock is in!”
The condom dulled the sensation of her famed pussy a bit, but as she said, it was definitely tight and grippy.
But… was I imagining it? It felt a little looser…
Her pussy, which barely took me halfway at first, was now swallowing almost to the root after all the pounding and dildo stretching.
“Seoyeon, your precious tight pussy’s gotten looser already? Guess you’re used-up now too?”
“Pfft, kekeke.”
Ayoung laughed from the floor, loud enough for Seoyeon to hear.
Seoyeon, mid-moan, yelped in surprise.
“Haa, what? No way! And you, Ayoung! Just wait till the Owner’s gone!”
“Ssp, sorry, Seoyeon. I didn’t mean to laugh…”
‘Didn’t you…’
“Anyway, this is a new record, right?”
“Huh? What is?”
“Lift your head and look.”
Grunting with my dick buried in her, Seoyeon craned her neck to peer down.
“Heuk? Owner’s cock is this deep?”
No wonder she was shocked—the glans outline was bulging her belly way higher than the old mark, like it’d pierce through.
“Want me to grab a pen?”
Ayoung asked.
“Nah. Too deep to mark yet without it standing out.”
“Owner, but I’m proud enough to tattoo it.”
“Seoyeon.”
“Yes?”
I pulled out and slammed back in, shaking her.
“Hauk!”
“You’re talking back more too? I treat you nice and…”
“Hik! No, Owner, sorry! I just… No! I’ll do my best as your human toilet!”
“Fine, tattoo later if you try hard—maybe a uterus one.”
“Haaang haaang! Really?”
“It’s just for my eyes anyway, right?”
“Yes yes! Then I’ll squeeze super tight to make you happy!”
I pistoned into Seoyeon, splayed out like a meal on the table.
She groaned in pleasure, trying to clench her pussy, but no dice on tightening those muscles.
‘Choking her works great though…’
The handprint from yesterday still faintly showed.
Pssshhhhhh!
Haaaaaaaang!
Thanks to daily fucking and training, her sensitive pussy came multiple times even in short sessions now.
Pavlov’s dog. Just my cock entering made her drool.
‘This is near-perfect conditioning.’
“Haaang! Owner! Haa!”
Her squirt soaked the table.
“Cumming!”
I unloaded into the condom moments later.
Burrrr.
Our bodies trembled together. Simultaneous climax.
‘Soon she’ll be completely overwritten by me.’
I thought, watching Seoyeon pant and catch her breath.
Her obedience hadn’t hit 100% yet—no notification—so not perfect.
‘How to fully break Seoyeon’s mind?’
I wondered if her ego still lingered, watching this scene.
‘Later for that…’
I pulled out; the condom brimmed with cum. Tied it off and tossed it to Ayoung.
“Ayoung! Catch!”
As she untied it to eat, I said,
“Don’t eat yet—use it as a hair tie instead. Come clean my dick too.”
“Yes, understood.”
She licked the fluids off my cock while tying her ponytail with the cum-filled condom.
“D-does it suit me?”
Click click.
“Yeah. Slave-like.”
After cleaning, I patted Seoyeon’s thigh.
“Seoyeon, time for practice. I’m heading out too.”
“Huh? Oh! I’ll wash up then, Owner. Have a safe trip!”
Seoyeon wobbled off the table on shaky legs toward the bathroom.
Ayoung said,
“Owner, should I drive with this dangling? I don’t mind…”
“Nah, meeting the lawyer today. Close by, so fine.”
Sweaty, but I threw on a suit. Black tie too.
“I’m off.”
“Yes, Owner, take care!”
‘Might buy more suits for outings. Gotta take Seoyeon and Jian department store shopping soon.’
Opened the door—bitter cold wind hit, contrasting Seoyeon’s hot pussy.
“Whoa! Why so cold? Snow soon.”
‘Call Ollie for a pickup?’
“Nah, walk.”
Strolling, the building Dalgeun mentioned appeared.
“This the place?”
Text confirmed, but…
“A Chinese joint?”
Grand red sign, no Korean—just Chinese characters I couldn’t read.
Called.
—Hello?
—Yes, Seongtae.
—I’m at the spot you said. This right?
—Yes. I’m in room 3. Tell the staff “San Hao Fang”—they’ll guide you.
—Got it.
Ding-a-ling.
Door chime rang; a waiting Chinese-looking staffer greeted.
“Ni hao!”
No idea.
“San Hao Fang.”
He replied in presumed Chinese meaning “to room 3” and led me.
Inside: huge round table with jjajangmyeon and dishes. Gwak the lawyer sat there.
“Hey?”
“Good morning, Seongtae. Nice day.”
I sat. Golden dragons and red decor everywhere.
“Why drag me here? Not eaten breakfast?”
“Not that. Notice anything odd coming in?”
“Hm. Sign’s Chinese… Staff too. Ah!”
“You caught it.”
“No Koreans to overhear us.”
“First, no CCTV here.”
“Why?”
“Breaks laws, costs money—no install.”
“Plenty other spots though?”
“Your plans, burner phones, anonymous accounts—we need no trace of meeting.”
“No Korean speakers, no CCTV, came separately. Just strangers who bumped into each other. Right?”
“Yes. Even investigated, no records to remember us by.”
Sounded solid. Used Telegram for security anyway…
He pulled stuff from a square bag.
“First, this phone—for contacting me.”
Grabbed the latest Apple phone.
“Whoa, Apple finally got USB-C.”
“These are my researched docs.”
Pushed papers over; skimmed.
“Ooo…”
Impressed.
“Like it? Prepared all night.”
“Damn, good work. Eat some jjajangmyeon.”
“Huh? Not hungry, but okay.”
Pages simple, easy to read.
‘This. Exactly the pro stuff I wanted.’
Cheolyong finished his bowl quick.
“Start with today’s target.”
Showed photo on laptop. Sipped hot tea.
“Ooh, ‘target’ sounds cool.”
‘Call hypnosis marks “targets” from now on.’
Screen: that blonde thug girl’s profile.
Target: Choi Ga-eun, 21, Donggang Group heiress.
‘Ga-eun doesn’t fit her vibe. Gal? Feel.’
“They call girls like her ‘mesugaki’ in Japanese now?”
No, 21—not a kid.
Still, keyword for Choi Ga-eun: first impression.
<Mesugaki>