Chapter 115
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Merger and the Fucking Retard
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Bleurrr!! Blurut! Bleururrrr!!
"Nngooh♡ Ooht... Please do it moreee... Aheee..."
"Hoo..."
The next morning.
Gazing at the sky gradually brightening through the window, I creampied deep into Hyejin's pussy—she'd been fucked like a bitch all night long.
Even when she passed out, I'd rouse her back with my cock and give that cheeky slave a proper lesson.
Savoring Hyejin's face lost in ahegao bliss, unable to regain her senses, I ground my cockhead slowly against her slick folds.
The other women were still asleep.
This time around, only Jiyeong—who I'd promised—and Hyejin had joined in.
I fondled her quivering thighs as I unleashed every last drop of the backed-up cum.
Bleurrr!!
"Nnguut!! Oook... Oo... I won't... disobey Master... anymoreee..."
"Nah. Do it whenever you want. A little thrill like this is fun sometimes."
"Heeek...! I'm sorryyy... I won't be arrogant... anymoreee!"
Even though I kept telling her it was fine, Hyejin just kept apologizing nonstop.
It really was okay.
Though every time she did, I'd fuck her senseless without rest—waking her forcibly even if she blacked out.
'How could I hold back with reactions like this?'
At 33 years old, her tongue lolled out loose, making her speech adorably slurred.
And her tits and ass were so massive they couldn't fit in view at once.
Grabbing those overflowing handfuls of maternal bounty and kneading them naturally melted away all tension.
'It's weird... like it calms my heart.'
"Hoht♡ Oht... Haang♡"
The more I groped, the deeper her motherly aura felt.
Yuri-noona's were firm and bouncy for pure eroticism, but Hyejin's gave off stability. Comfort. That vibe.
In short, her tits were fucking irresistible.
I slowly pulled my spent cock free.
Ju-bobobop♡
"Nnghooo..."
The massive cockhead scraped fully along her loosened walls on the way out.
Naturally, Hyejin came again in the process.
'That makes fifty orgasms or so.'
Thinking I'd pumped out a ton, I eyed my cock emerging from her pussy—it was a wreck.
Coated head to root in her juices and my cum, frothy from the rapid pistoning.
Kneeling over to her convulsing body, I rested it on her face. Even utterly spent, she parted her lips slow and licked at the hot shaft with soft laps.
"Hyeuup... Chu♡ Lap lap..."
She worked from my balls up the root, shaft, to the head—sucking each in turn before swirling her tongue around the glans inside her mouth.
Her expert tongue on my post-nut sensitive tip, mixed with the dawn air, left me totally blissed out.
"Chuuup♡"
"Hoo... You've swallowed it all already. Stop sucking."
"Ah..."
I took my cock back from Hyejin, who was still lapping away, now fully coated in her clear saliva.
She looked a bit disappointed, but as I circled back to her lower half, that expression flipped instantly.
"Hic."
"Surprised? Hiccups and all. I've only cum fifteen times—think I'd stop there? Besides, I said it'd be just you today. Jiyeong aside."
"Aaht, uht... Yesss..."
Slap—
"Punish this arrogant Hyejin pussy... until Master is satisfied!"
"Good girl."
She started to protest but quickly realized it was pointless, instead begging for my cock as she spread her thighs wide.
Her pink slit between those legs was a sticky mess of cum overflowing everywhere.
I slotted my saliva-slick cock back into her puckering entrance, thick globs of semen bubbling out.
Chubop!!
"Hooooook?!!"
'Fucking melted...'
My dick throbbed hard.
I resumed pounding away.
Stuffing her writhing, ecstasy-lost body into my arms, I creampied her relentlessly until I was satisfied.
Hyejin, pushed to her absolute limit, got railed by me right up until lunchtime.
"Hobop♡ Chuup...! Chup! Chup! Chup♡ Heung♡"
And as always, my sloppy cock got sucked clean by the latest riser—Jiyeong.
You really aren't a succubus?
'Getting addicted isn't just talk...'
Perched on the bedframe beside the passed-out Hyejin, I gazed down at Jiyeong devouring my cock greedily—my legs trembling.
Anything else aside, Jiyeong's mouth felt fucking incredible.
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After getting addicted by Jiyeong and scarfing down a late breakfast-slash-lunch, I finished clearing the first floor—nearly done already—by 3 PM that day.
Bodies littered everywhere.
But not a single twitch.
With that, the basement and second floor fully merged into one group.
And group mergers naturally meant leadership changes.
About 80 people (including those from the basement who'd come up early) and 190 others all gathered on the first floor.
The second floor and basement still had space, but the first floor lacked any cleanup, piled high with corpses.
At least the crater I'd made during skill tests was clean and body-free, so we used that.
"Everyone's here."
Up on the makeshift platform, I scanned the crowd.
Not a single one missing.
Even the fifteen women who'd been meat toilets 24/7.
The stench was brutal, so I'd Cleaned them and stashed them aside.
With this many people, everyone looked wildly different—faces, vibes, even their eyes.
Some shone with hope, others dead with despair.
A few glared in seething rage.
And I closely eyed the hate-staring guy—Doyun—and the ten or so skinny dudes clustered around him.
'A bunch of twigs together look even more pathetic.'
Doyun had an average build, surrounded by scrawny weaklings.
The basement's sturdy guys had long since climbed to the second floor, gotten fat rewards, and joined my group.
So the rebels were just these losers.
Why the hate glare from Doyun?
"For starters, I'm Jin Yuseong. The real ruler of this Martco. Though everyone knows me, no objections... except maybe the basement folks who haven't seen my face yet."
At my words, Jun-sang climbed up beside me.
Fresh from my Clean and a group stylist's trim—looking sharp.
Chest puffed, he bulked up his already huge frame and stood tall.
"Name's Kim Jun-sang. He's been leading the second-floor group in my stead. Smart guy, great leadership. From now on, even you basement guys follow Jun-sang's orders. Simple terms: I'm the boss, he's the manager."
"I'm Kim Jun-sang. I'll lead you all to return to normal life as fast as possible—giving it my all!"
Clap clap clap—!!
Clap clap clap—!!
His booming declaration sparked applause.
Starting from the second-floor group, it spread fast across everyone.
Except Doyun and his crew, sitting stone-faced like they were protesting.
Reason for Doyun's hate?
I'd booted him from management.
Not because of his affair with Seol-ah getting caught.
The retard still thought she was his girlfriend.
'Even after catching them mid-fuck a few more times, he doesn't notice. Total fucking retard.'
Still, it let me have that thrilling, risky fun with Seol-ah. Kinda grateful.
Next, the new managers came up one by one to introduce themselves.
Mostly second-floor originals, plus a few basement guys who'd climbed up earlier.
Not one pure basement newbie today.
No complaints, though.
'Not cheering isn't rebellion—but they know it's walking a thin line.'
Plus, everyone here had seen my brutal punishments.
With me looming on stage, no idiot would object.
"Why don't any of us from the basement get management spots?! The numbers differ by four times!"
'Spoke too soon.'
···Correction.
It wasn't an idiot. It was a fucking retard.
I fixed my icy glare on Doyun, rising boldly from his seat amid the suddenly chilled crowd.
His own crew stared at him in shock.