Chapter 39
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: This Isn't NTR. It's Just Playing with a Toy.
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Kwak Young-cheol handing Seo Na-yeon over to one of his subordinates wasn't some NTR fetish.
He didn't love her.
If NTR was about feeling terror and pleasure from watching the woman you love get ravaged by another man, watching her get stained by a superior male's color, then this was just another expression of his lust for power—imposing his will through his command over another.
It was simply like passing a fun toy you'd been playing with to another friend and saying, "Here, you try it too."
Nothing more than that.
Just as a gay man has sex with another man out of love, while a prisoner rapes another inmate solely to satisfy his power lust and flaunt his dominance—the acts are the same, but the motivations are worlds apart.
He simply got a dizzying thrill from the taboo of watching his toy, Seo Na-yeon, tumble into ruin, and an omnipotent rush from her helplessly submitting to his orders.
It was purely an act for conquest and pleasure.
Kwak Young-cheol was just a base human who got off on this kind of thing, and Seo Na-yeon was nothing more than a wildly lewd slut who secretly felt pleasure in even the darkest corners of her heart while enduring it.
Kwak Young-cheol's crude game, hastily thrown together.
With the phone camera rolling, Seo Na-yeon squeezed her eyes shut and took Kim Cheol-ho's cock into her mouth.
"Three minutes. If you make him cum in three minutes, Na-yeon wins."
Once someone gets a taste for a thrilling relationship, they crave even stronger stimulation—the threshold only keeps rising.
Kwak Young-cheol had been venting his vulgar urges on Seo Na-yeon, things he could never force on a haughty rich wife, and lately, it hadn't stopped at just filming videos; he'd started sharing them too.
The problem was that even the secret thrill and bragging rights from sharing those videos had grown dull.
Right then, Seo Na-yeon had caught on and confronted him, which spiked his conditioning urges to the next level.
First, he'd turned her into an office sex doll.
Second, he'd succeeded in making no-panty humiliation play her daily routine.
Now, Seo Na-yeon had become a slut he could casually use to tease employees and clients, her short skirt hovering right on the edge of exposure without a care.
And the third step: video filming. Even knowing that if these videos leaked, her life would be ruined, he'd made her accept it anyway. His method? Money and gaslighting in tandem. Through that carrot-and-stick brainwashing, he'd conditioned her to film sex videos as a regular thing.
Not satisfied there, to chase even more intense, more perverse highs to meet his elevated threshold, now he was providing her body to other men for twisted pleasure.
What kind of psychology got a kick out of this? Why give your woman to another man?
It wasn't the generosity of a gullible pushover—it was a brazen display of absolute dominance.
Even in sponsor relationships, let alone lovers, or even with prostitutes selling their bodies, a one-on-one dynamic is taken for granted.
Seo Na-yeon, aware she was a kept woman, had desperately clung to her self-respect by deluding herself into being a mistress instead, even fantasizing about "remarrying" Kwak Young-cheol.
Breaking the will of this insolent slave girl and forcing her into the arms of another man let her slave master, Kwak Young-cheol, savor the satisfaction of complete control over a woman.
Making her fuck another man on command—what could be more humiliating for a woman?
And if he could force that... it was proof he'd stripped away her free will, turning her into a "doll," a "sex toy."
'Heh heh heh...'
Kwak Young-cheol's cock throbbed with excitement.
Seo Na-yeon, whom he'd treated as his personal whore—not lover—submitting to his orders and threats, sucking off some worthless underling he'd never spared a glance for.
And with the perverse rule that if she couldn't make him cum in three minutes, it wouldn't stop at a blowjob—she'd get fucked too—watching her desperately bob her head, ass up in the air, was both pitiful and hilarious.
Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuurp!
"Hah...! Heuk... heuk!"
On the flip side, Kim Cheol-ho—having his dick vacuumed by the boss's mistress, Seo Na-yeon—clenched every muscle in his body, desperately holding back. If he lasted just three minutes, he could fuck Seo Na-yeon, the woman he'd ravaged countless times in his fantasies.
"Kekeke... Na-yeon, time's almost up."
"Slurp... slurp... Ha... ha... Can't you just cum once? Please?"
As time ticked down, Seo Na-yeon looked up at Kim Cheol-ho with his cock still in her mouth, pleading in garbled words.
But...
"55 seconds... 56... 57... 58... 59!"
Sluuurp! Slurp! Sluuuurp!!
With five seconds left, she went berserk, shaking her head wildly in a last desperate suck.
"Urk! Fuck... no, not cumming...! Holding it...!"
Kim Cheol-ho gritted his teeth, clamping down like he was sealing his urethra.
"60 seconds! Kekeke! Good job, Cheol-ho wins."
"...Ah."
She'd sucked so hard drool foamed from her mouth, but she couldn't make him cum. Kim Cheol-ho let out a sigh of relief.
And once that bizarre three minutes ended—neither knowing why they'd tried so hard—both Kim Cheol-ho and Seo Na-yeon could only shrink back in fear, stealing glances at the man who'd driven them to it: Kwak Young-cheol.
Of course, Kim Cheol-ho's dick was still rock-hard.
"Hoo... Cheol-ho, sorry. I can't hold back anymore."
"...Pardon?"
Seo Na-yeon had been sucking Kim Cheol-ho's cock like a puppet on strings, exactly as ordered. Kwak Young-cheol, aroused again by the sight of her from behind, squatted in place and roughly grabbed her hair, yanking her toward him as she panted.
"Eh...? Ehhh...?"
"Arch your back, ass up, Seo Na-yeon."
"..."
Kwak Young-cheol gripped her face and rubbed it against his throbbing crotch.
"Hng...!"
He humiliated her by grinding his cock on her face, positioning her ass toward Kim Cheol-ho.
"Cheol-ho, you wanted to fuck Na-yeon, right?"
"Pardon?... Y-Yes."
Kim Cheol-ho admitted shyly, and Kwak Young-cheol's toad-like mouth split into a grin.
"I've always wanted to call in some random guy someday and gangbang this slut together... Perfect timing, huh? Na-yeon? Our little Seo Na-yeon?"
"...Pardon?"
"Say 'Yes, President,' you bitch."
"Yes... President."
"It's okay if our employee Cheol-ho pounds you good, right? Useless employee Seo Na-yeon?"
"...Hic... hic."
"Why the tears? You hate it?"
"...N-No... hic."
Overwhelmed by crushing humiliation and sorrow, tears streamed down Seo Na-yeon's face—but it only fueled Kwak Young-cheol's sadism.
"Remember the rules? If Cheol-ho lasts five minutes, he gets three more free fucks with this cumrag. If you win, no more fucking and an extra million won. Sound good?"
"...I'll... I'll do it."
"That's right. Gotta commit to the game."
In that moment, Kwak Young-cheol genuinely found Seo Na-yeon adorable. She'd leveled up(?) from mere sex slave to a more entertaining, higher-tier pleasure toy.
Ah! This is the joy of training a bitch!
Unable to hold back any longer, he shoved his raging cock into her mouth, while Kim Cheol-ho thrust into the gap between her massive ass cheeks as she lay prone.
"S-Sorry, Na-yeon...!"
"Eek...!"
Her breath scattered in an instant—the first taste of Seo Na-yeon's tight, chewy pussy. The intricate folds inside, more detailed than most, delivered dizzying pleasure from insertion alone.
Seo Na-yeon's mouth-pussy went to Kwak Young-cheol, her real pussy to Kim Cheol-ho—double-penetrated like a sow on a spit.
Seo Na-yeon, this delectable white sow. Without a word, the two men drooled and began ravaging her from both ends.
"Oog?! Ooook! Eurk!"
Splat! Splurt! Squish!
Kwak Young-cheol's thick cock battered her throat with excessive force, but no matter how she thrashed, his iron grip held her like a hydraulic press.
From behind, wildly aroused Kim Cheol-ho pounded away with a crazed look, staring down at her ass as she crouched on all fours like a sow.
Ignoring her pain or discomfort, he used that pale, soft body solely to milk his pleasure.
And—
Seo Na-yeon, brutally gang-raped in both holes by these two men, felt shame, pain, and embarrassment from her first-ever gangbang... along with an overwhelming pleasure that made her womb tremble.
Squelch! Squuuuish!
Her overflowing juices pooled deep inside, singing a lewd pussy symphony, squirting out like a fountain with every thrust, soaking her skirt, thighs, the floor, and Kim Cheol-ho's suit pants pulled down to his knees.
"Ah... fuck... c-can't... hold it...!"
Each thrust made her honey-pot ass cheeks jiggle like pudding. Gripping her slender waist—contrasting those huge cheeks—with both hands like handles, he slammed his hips, tilting her whole body.
Excited by the violent sight, Kim Cheol-ho pounded like he was possessed, only then remembering the five-minute rule for more sex... but...
"Eut... euuut!"
With just 30 seconds left, he couldn't fight the insane urge and blasted his load deep inside her pussy, sucked in greedily.
Ah.
Was this what Sodom and Gomorrah looked like?
To Kim Cheol-ho, who'd gone to church now and then, the lust-drenched office and the trio—himself, the boss, and Seo Na-yeon—looked like a dance of sinners.
Of course, he had no intention of stopping his hips.