Chapter 54
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Young-cheol's Favorite Random Game: Seo Na-yeon Fuck Fest
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Even though these were the bastards who had raped her, groped her against her will, and humiliated her very sense of self,
Seo Na-yeon began to feel a thrill ripple through her just recalling what they'd done—her legs quivering ever so slightly.
Was it the booze?
'Yeah... must be the alcohol kicking in.'
But no, it was her body that remembered.
Those three straight weeks of being forced to climax over and over, without a moment's rest. Memories etched so deep into her flesh they wouldn't fade.
Her already skimpy thong panties—so narrow they barely covered anything—were soaked through from the love juices seeping out between her pussy lips, absorbing as much as they could.
But it wasn't enough. They started overflowing, trickling outward.
And right before entering the room, mixed with Lee Jin-ho's cum still deep inside her, the milky fluid had drenched the insides of Na-yeon's thighs.
Kwak Young-cheol spotted it and grinned wickedly, calling her over again.
"Come on now, Na-yeon. Get back here."
"Mmm... Oppa..."
Na-yeon's voice came out even hotter than before.
In fact, the drinks she'd downed were laced with a sensitivity enhancer.
Seven glasses of it. The alcohol sped up her bloodstream, spreading the drug through her body in seconds.
But there was no such thing as a pure aphrodisiac—or if there was, it was damn hard to get. All the drug did was heighten her sexual senses; she still needed actual stimulation to react.
'Is the stuff working overtime on her?'
Seeing Seo Na-yeon drooling pussy juices right in front of his eyes had Kwak Young-cheol rock hard. He beckoned her closer.
"Time to take these off, yeah?"
"Huh? Oh...!"
He peeled off her sticky panties, dragging them down to her thighs.
But then...
"Hey, you slut... what the hell is this?"
As he pulled them free, gravity did its work—Lee Jin-ho's thick, sticky cum pooled beneath her pussy came pouring out, mixed with a flood of her own juices.
Splat! Splish!
With everyone's eyes locked on her, cum gushed openly from Seo Na-yeon's pussy.
"Wh-what... why is this...?"
Panicking, Na-yeon tried to explain, but her booze-and-drug-addled brain couldn't muster a single coherent thought.
"What's that? Seriously?"
"Cum leaking from that bitch Na-yeon's pussy right now?"
"No way, for real?!"
The guys, already buzzed from a round of drinks, got hyped and crowded in close, pressing right up to her legs.
"Ah... st-stop..."
Without hesitation, Kwak Young-cheol—wedding ring glinting on his index finger—shoved it deep into her pussy and pulled out.
Gush!
Even more cum and juices poured out, sticky trails running down her thighs.
"You little shit. Lee Jin-ho, get your ass over here!"
"S-sorry, boss!"
"You fucker, sampling the goods without permission?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Na-yeon, why'd you let him fuck you?"
"...I-I told him no, but Jin-ho just... did it anyway..."
"Oh, uh, yeah..."
To dodge the immediate heat, Seo Na-yeon pinned it all on Lee Jin-ho forcing her. So much for treating him like a cute little brother.
Lee Jin-ho looked wronged, so Kwak Young-cheol asked him point-blank.
"What? Did you really force her?"
"N-no! Na-yeon dragged me into the bathroom first..."
"What? Seo Na-yeon, you whore—giving up that pussy without 'Master's' okay?"
"...N-no, really, it's not like that..."
But Kwak Young-cheol's eyes were smiling, even as he feigned anger. The whole situation was too damn stimulating, too fun.
"Alright, Seo Na-yeon. Time for your punishment."
"Mmm...?"
"No more casual talk from now on. Call me 'Master.' And for the staff... hmm, how about 'Employee Lee Jin-ho,' nice and formal."
"..."
"And that mess you spilled on the floor? You're cleaning it up."
"...Got it."
As Seo Na-yeon turned to grab some tissues, Kwak Young-cheol's fingers pinched her clit hard.
"Ahh! That hurts...!"
"Where you going?"
"Y-you said clean it up...?"
"Not even calling me 'Master'? Dumb bitch."
Smack!
Her thigh swelled instantly with a handprint.
"Ow!!"
"I didn't say what tool to use. Did you suck that fucker Lee Jin-ho's dick or not?"
"...Y-yes, I did... Master..."
"There we go, finally adding 'Master,' you idiot. A useless airhead like you doesn't deserve tissues."
"...Th-then what?"
Smack!
Another slap. Seo Na-yeon reeled, unable to keep up with the sudden shift in vibe.
"No 'Master'?"
"...M-Master... n-not tissues, then what...?"
"You got a tongue. Lick up every drop of that pussy juice and cum from your hole on the floor. That's what suits a dumb bitch in heat like you."
"...What?"
Kwak Young-cheol had just cranked the training up a notch.
"N-no, I hate it!"
But as expected—
Crack!
This time, a brutal spanking landed on her ass like a spike.
"Eek...!"
"You really are a brain-dead moron with zero learning capacity. From now on, every 'no' adds a punishment."
"...Ah... p-please..."
No matter how slutty Seo Na-yeon was, that only went so far in the bedroom.
Licking cum and her own juices off the dirty floor—not even a dick involved? She had no resistance to this level of training yet, so she put up a real fight...
"Sob... sniff..."
But in the end, tears welling up, she dropped to her knees, then all fours—like a real bitch in heat—and started lapping at the spilled cum and juices on the floor.
"Ah... please... I hate it..."
"Okay. One more punishment."
"..."
Terrified of whatever 'punishment' awaited, and with her reason drowned in booze and drugs, Seo Na-yeon fell back on months of conditioning. She submitted to Kwak Young-cheol's pervy whims.
"Urk..."
Cum on her tongue? No big deal—she'd sucked so many dicks.
But licking it off a dusty, filthy floor, along with her own pussy drippings? That hit a whole new level of humiliation.
"Look at this slut lapping the floor and squirting like crazy, lol."
Yet her body—a masochistic slab of meat that got off on shame—betrayed her.
Panties off, ass up, pussy and asshole fully exposed for all to see.
The employees watching from behind had a perfect view of clear fluids gushing from her bare pussy.
"Fuck, I can't hold back..."
Mr. Gu suddenly yanked down his pants to mount her, but Kwak Young-cheol waved him off.
"Hold up, man. We're filming."
Kwak Young-cheol had been recording from the start: Seo Na-yeon on all fours like a dog, slurping up her own filthy mess in the most degrading way.
Who the hell's he gonna show this to?
As she finished licking the floor clean, wondering that,
"Good girl... slurp slurp... that's my bitch."
Kwak Young-cheol patted her head like a pet dog's, then pried her mouth open.
"Open wide."
"...Ah."
Like feeding a baby bird, he hawked a thick, tobacco-stinking glob of spit right into her red lips.
Hack... ptoo!
"Taste good? Master's spit?"
"...Y-yes, Master..."
It was revolting, but she forced it down. Fighting back would just mean more beatings. Fear and pain made her pussy twitch.
Basic training complete—for now.
Another head pat like a good dog, then Kwak Young-cheol pulled her to her feet.
"Alright, Na-yeon. Who here have you let fuck you?"
Including himself, seven guys total.
Na-yeon turned and pointed: five of them.
Mr. Gu, Kim Cheol-ho, Yoon Young-su, Lee Jin-ho—in order.
"...These five."
Counting them now, over half the group. Shame burned her cheeks bright red.
"Damn, I wanted a turn..."
"Seriously..."
"Today's her last day too. Fuck."
The two not picked grumbled enviously.
Five out of seven had fucked Seo Na-yeon. The other two could only seethe with jealousy.
And the newbie Lee Jin-ho got her spreading wide willingly? Totally unfair.
Kwak Young-cheol grinned slyly at his men and pitched another "game."
"It's a drinking party—gotta have fun, right? The two who haven't fucked Na-yeon here get their shot!"
"Wh-what?!"
Ignoring Na-yeon's input entirely, he laid it out.
"Na-yeon's gonna sing two songs. One guy per song—harass her while she sings. No blocking her mouth or hitting her throat to stop the song... get it? High score over 90 gets oral only. 80-plus, condom fuck. 70s or below, creampie. Sound good?"
"Hell yeah, lololol."
The employees erupted.
Na-yeon could only pout helplessly—but repeated lessons had drilled it in: resistance was pointless.
An eager employee grabbed her wrist, dragged her over, and shoved the mic in her hand, itching to fuck her ASAP.
"Look at Byung-chul, desperate as fuck, lol."
"Get outta here, you retard, lmao."
"Come on, why you all gotta rub it in? You've all fucked her already, seniors!"
And just like that, the party devolved into the "Seo Na-yeon Fuck Game."
Whether she wanted it or not.