Chapter 49
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon, the Slut Fucked by a Mop Handle
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December 20th.
With the new year almost here,
Seo Na-yeon had been assigned a new service duty.
"Ugh... guh..."
"Ha... fuck, starting the day with a morning blowjob from Seo Na-yeon is goddamn amazing."
"Heh heh. Hurry up and cum. I wanna go next."
The cramped bathroom.
This office's restroom was unisex. There were separate stalls for women and men, that's all.
And for some bizarre reason, both locks were broken.
Crowded into one of the men's stalls were no fewer than three male employees.
Or four, if you counted Seo Na-yeon as an 'employee' too.
They had her perched on the toilet seat, whipping out their cocks in the tight space and rubbing them all over her face.
The one standing right in front of her had his shoved straight into her mouth.
Slurp... slurp... smack.
Surprisingly, even Seo Na-yeon herself—who was enduring this blatant violation of her sexual rights—didn't seem all that tormented. She accepted the male employee's cock as if it were just another routine part of her day.
"Ha... gonna cum... just on your mouth..."
"Mmph...? J-just cum in my mouth (just cum in my mouth)."
She glared up at him with wide eyes, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft, but he just flashed a mischievous grin. As his climax hit, he deliberately pulled out—
and aimed at her face, firing off a thick load.
"Ngh...! Wash your face with cum, you bitch, heh heh."
And to top it off, starting this week, President Kwak Young-cheol had sent out a group KakaoTalk message that was basically an announcement(?).
'Employee discount now in effect. 50,000 won for Na-yeon's mouth-pussy service, heh heh heh.'
He was letting the staff use his personal plaything at a bargain price—with oral service included.
You still needed Kwak Young-cheol's permission to fuck her properly, but now her mouth-pussy was fair game for anyone who paid up.
"Ah... it'd be so much cleaner if you just came in my mouth..."
Seo Na-yeon had opposed it at first, of course, but that didn't really matter.
Once she'd sucked off a cock or two—and hell, she'd done it countless times for countless men before—pocketing 50,000 won each time made her pretend to hate it while secretly thinking, 'This is doable.'
On the first day alone, she'd drained one guy almost twice over, raking in 500,000 won. That was on top of the sponsorship money from Kwak Young-cheol and the 100,000 to 400,000 won 'pocket money' she got from being loaned out on his orders. A nice little side income.
"Ah, fuck, I should've saved my cash. How the hell do I hold back on this, heh heh."
So when he pulled a 50,000 won bill from his wallet and handed it over, she took it with feigned reluctance—but inside, she was thrilled.
Honestly, at first she'd been scared shitless by all the employees leering at her.
But now the president was keeping them in check,
and she was getting paid for it.
Seo Na-yeon's slutty mindset gradually adapted to the situation, even finding satisfaction in the money.
She'd started out with hang-ups about prostitution, but little by little, she was turning into a full-blown whore.
As a 'plaything,' Seo Na-yeon's role didn't end with oral.
The 'oral service' cost money, and the men who got to actually fuck her—the 'invitees'—had to receive a special invitation from Kwak Young-cheol.
But in everyday situations, all the behaviors that would normally get you arrested for sexual harassment or assault? They were wide open with her. For free.
That was thanks to Kwak Young-cheol's desire to push things to depraved extremes and Seo Na-yeon's agreement in exchange for her cut.
Still, Seo Na-yeon thought to herself,
Even if the boss and I agreed to this, isn't it a bit much?
"Mmph... ah, s-stop it, you bastards! P-please... ahh!"
"Fuck, you took 50,000 won for that blowjob, so give us some service too, heh heh."
The pantry door was locked tight.
Every idle male employee—four in total, excluding those on active duty—had gathered there.
They bent her over the table, pinning her arms down on either side like she was nailed to a cross, immobilizing her.
Vrrrrm!!!
Using personal toys they'd brought—vibrators, dildos, that sort of thing—they ravaged her pussy.
"N-no... ahh! S-stop, please...! P-please..."
She said she hated it, but her voice was already a lewd sow's guttural moans.
As if the men would stop.
Instead, as she writhed in agony and ecstasy, her ass trembling, their sadism kicked in harder. They shoved the long dildo deep inside her.
"Eugh!!"
The dildo's tip ground against her fornix, crushing her cervix entrance. Not her G-spot, but the deeper A-spot got stimulated. Her pussy juices mixed with the pressure on her bladder—
Pssshhhh!!!
and she squirted long and hard.
"Uwoooo!!!"
"Fuck. You're letting the whole office hear, you crazy bitch."
"Hey. You're cleaning up that mess on the floor later, right? Yeah?"
At first, they'd accepted her as a fellow employee.
Then openly as the 'president's mistress.'
But now? After more than half the male staff had fucked her.
And with her mouth-pussy available for the price of admission.
To them, Seo Na-yeon wasn't a 'colleague' anymore. Not even the 'president's exclusive concubine.'
She'd sunk even lower: the office's public cum dump equipment.
And that's how they treated her.
So the crude insults laced with contempt came naturally.
Smack!
Her plump, massive ass cheeks, already spent once and slumped helplessly over the table.
One employee slapped it hard and barked an order.
"Hey, slut... you think cumming once ends your shift? Get back to 'work,' 'work.'"
"Yeah, heh heh... what's your job again? Being our toy."
"S-stop... please..."
"Nah. How about I make you cum with my fingers this time?"
"Ooh, wanna bet? How many minutes till she blows?"
Even after reaching an unwanted climax at the hands of her coworkers, Seo Na-yeon wasn't released. Now she had to take another employee's fingers plunging into her pussy.
Not just one finger, of course...
Three at once.
"Aaaah! Mmph!!"
"Keep her mouth shut. Wait, shove this in her mouth."
The employees, brakes fried from arousal, crammed her own coffee-colored pantyhose—already stripped off and crumpled on the floor—into her mouth, rolled up tight. She looked just like a rape victim now.
...Well, it was basically rape with toys and fingers, just no cock insertion.
"Mmph... mmph!"
The man's fingers churned inside her sopping-wet, slick pussy with squelching fury, wrecking it.
Her pussy didn't care who, how, or if it was forced.
It just reacted to the stimulation.
So she came again.
"Ngh... eugh!"
Veins bulging in her neck, she hit her second orgasm of the ordeal.
She went limp again, eyes half-rolled back, nearly passing out...
Thud!
But a heavy pain from her lower belly snapped her awake.
"Mmph...?!"
"Hey, that seems kinda extreme."
"Yeah..."
"It's fine. She won't break."
The last guy in line was shoving something into her...
A mop.
The mop handle from the corner of the pantry cleaning supply closet had found a new purpose today.
"What's wrong with shoving a mop handle up a slut's pussy?"
It was Yun Young-su, the most sadistic of the bunch.
Of course, they couldn't actually ruin her soft pussy, so they'd slipped a condom over the tip for safety...
Still, forcing a long pole in was inherently risky.
"Mmph...?!"
Even as they pinned down her thrashing body, the other employees hesitated, glancing at each other.
"Hey, that's a bit much."
"Yeah..."
"Just a little."
But Yun Young-su, eyes gleaming with fresh lust, went full throttle. He rammed the mop deep into her pussy and twisted it in circles.
"Uwooo!! Mmph!"
A new form of sexual torture.
The pain from her pussy was on another level, making her thrash wildly—but the employees no longer saw her as human, just a toy. They eyed the novel spectacle but joined in holding her down.
"Guh! Mmph!"
"Whoa, fuck, this is hot as hell."
Even with the condom, it was a hard wooden pole. The tip battered her cervix mercilessly.
Each time, her pale body convulsed...
But no one helped.
"Hoo... fuck..."
The weird part was, her body felt it even through the sadism.
Psychologically, the humiliation of being seen as a rag hole for a mop handle aroused her.
Physically, the intense pain was offset by a massive masochistic pleasure wave—and she came again.
"Ugh... uwooo... mmph..."
Too exhausted to scream, she just whimpered pitifully through her stuffed mouth. But she'd already hit her fourth orgasm today, raped by a mop handle.
'Am I... insane...? Even this... I feel it... ahn♡♡♡!'
Forced to climax like that, her mind filled with self-loathing and despair, gaslighting herself.
'Guess I was always a bitch who loves this stuff... no helping it... ahh♡!'
And besides... as humiliating as it was, her body was hitting record orgasms daily, pushing her pleasure threshold higher.
Thanks to her lewd true nature, Seo Na-yeon's choice was submission once more.
A cycle of submission, obedience, and resignation.
"Whoa. This bitch came again?"
"Crazy. She actually came from a mop handle, heh heh."
Having 'finished their business,' the men approached her ass—drained from four straight orgasms, totally spent—and playfully doodled on her pale cheeks.
Right above her hips was already a cheap sticker tattoo with vulgar text:
Sexual Relief Office Equipment: Seo Na-yeon. Today's Usage.
Below that, on her left cheek: 'Today's Mouth-Pussy Uses.'
On the right: 'Today's Forced Orgasms.'
Forcing her to cum like this had long since become just another game.
"How many times today?"
"F-four... I think?"
Like filling out official paperwork, they carefully drew four strokes on her right cheek.
"Alright, proof pic...!"
Of course, it was a 'post-use certification photo' sent via KakaoTalk to the owner of this 'equipment' and 'sex toy': Kwak Young-cheol.