Kang Cheonhu's Scheme ② - The Top Actress's Debased Obsession
Song Jia-e's obsessive devotion to sucking Kang Cheonhu's cock was so pathetic it bordered on comical. Her lips pursed out like an octopus's beak, cheeks hollowed in, philtrum stretched taut as she slurped away with ferocious intensity—a picture of a woman utterly lost to his dick.
Schlurp, schlurp, schlurp! Lewd, endless sucking noises poured from her lips, broadcasting just how wildly she was devouring him.
Her face, glazed with ecstasy as she blew him, had lost all focus—eyes rolled back, whites showing, like she was so blissed out on cock-sucking that her mind was fraying at the edges.
For a demure housewife with a husband and two kids, known to the world as the epitome of pure, elegant femininity, the sight of Song Jia-e slurping away with skills trashier than a streetwalker's was enough to shock anyone.
"Kukuku. Not bad at all for an old bitch's dick-sucking skills. You must've blown your husband's cock a ton, huh?"
Kang Cheonhu stroked her head in satisfaction. Her hair—famous enough for shampoo ads to feature it without a model, silky and lustrous—was getting tousled in his grip.
"Ahng... N-no, I've never sucked my husband's dick. Only yours, Kang Cheonhu-nim. Mwah, schlurp—"
"Kukuku. So your hubby never got to taste this slutty mouth of yours."
"That's right. His dick's so pathetic and tiny, I never even wanted to. Schlurp— It's barely this big. Schlurp—"
She even demonstrated her husband's size with her fingers, fawning over him shamelessly. To anyone who knew her as the picture of devoted domesticity, her utter contempt for her spouse's cock was a total betrayal.
"Kukuku. Your poor bastard husband. Building a family, knocking you up, just to get treated like this."
"Ahng! Kang Cheonhu-nim, I'm the pitiful one. If I hadn't wasted my life on that loser, I could've been your sex slave from the start."
She gazed up at him in worship. Her husband, her kids—family meant nothing to her now.
"Fucking that boring nobody, popping out his brats, trapped in that dull housewife hell... What a worthless life. If I'd submitted to you sooner, I could've married you, gotten pregnant with your kids..."
"What...?"
"...Ah."
Her entranced ramble cut short as a flash of disgust crossed Kang Cheonhu's smirking face. Song Jia-e realized her mistake, her own face draining to pale blue.
"Like I'd ever marry a smelly old cunt like you."
"A-ah... F-forgive m—"
Blissed out in ecstasy, she'd blurted her deepest desires—ruining his mood. Broken by training but innately the 'very family-oriented' type, her cravings for marriage and motherhood had slipped out unbidden.
To Kang Cheonhu, who saw her as little more than a fucktoy, it was an infuriating overreach.
"F-forgive me... P-please... Eek."
"You fucked up, so you get punished."
His hands gently cradled both sides of her head. His tone was sharp, but the motion wasn't violent.
Still, gripped by him, terror shrank her pupils to pinpricks. Tears welled as she begged for mercy.
Bzzt-crackle!
Without pity, he unleashed lightning straight into her skull. Currents erupted from his palms like thunderbolts, ravaging her brain.
"Hieeeek!"
"Hahaha! This is hilarious!"
Pinned and electrocuted, she shrieked in agony—tongue lolling uselessly from the neural torment. Eyes rolled fully white, foam bubbled from her mouth as Kang Cheonhu laughed at her ruin.
"Grk! Grk! Hweeeek!"
Spurt, spurt!
Her body convulsed too hard for proper screams, tongue flopped out long, piss gushing from her cunt like a burst dam.
"Tch. Pissing yourself like a filthy animal."
The acrid stench wrinkled his nose. Only then did he cut the current.
"H-heeek... S-sorry... "
"'Pain' is done. Next up: 'pleasure.'"
"A-aaaah..."
Wrenched from torment, she mumbled apologies in a daze, but his face stayed ice-cold. Despair twisted her features into a groan.
"Take it!"
"Haaahnaaang!"
Lightning surged anew—not raw agony, but sly, insidious currents slithering into her nerves. They burrowed deep, hijacking her pleasure centers.
His infamous power wasn't just brute destruction; true S-rank demanded finesse. By pressing palms to skull and flooding the brain, he could puppet sensations—forcing pain or ecstasy at will.
"Haang! Hng! Haaang!"
She shuddered in lewd spasms, nipples rock-hard, pussy clenching and squirting nectar like piss.
Her body's betrayal screamed her rapture loud and clear.
"Kukuku. Good enough."
"Haaah..."
After letting her melt in brain-frying bliss, he released her with a sleazy grin. Utterly toyed with, she collapsed in euphoric haze.
"Kukuku. Know what you did wrong now, slut?"
With pain and pleasure doled out, her 'punishment' ended. To him, she was just a sex doll—nothing more, nothing less. He wouldn't tolerate a slave getting uppity.
"Y-yes."
She slammed her forehead to the floor in instant prostration, palms and naked body flat— the ultimate humiliation, 'nude dogeza.'
"Hng... How dare a filthy sex slave bare her vulgar desires to Kang Cheonhu-nim. I've committed a mortal sin. Please punish this lowly cumrag."
A top-tier actress groveling nude like this? Utterly shocking.
"Kukuku. Yeah, that's more like it."
He loomed over her dogeza, grinning in satisfaction.
"Now get back to sucking cock, you bitch. That's all you're good for."
"Yes, sir."
Slurp—mwah—schlurp!
He thrust his re-hardened dick at her; she dove back in silently.
"Kukuku. A so-called A-lister, reduced to this. Fucking hilarious."
Forcing the star into dogeza and cocksucking fed his domination high.
"Ngh! Cumming! Take it, slut!"
"Mmph!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Savoring her mouth, climax hit. He clamped her head firm, blasting thick ropes down her throat.
"Mmmph—mmph!"
Choking on the flood, she swallowed every drop with desperate effort. Spill even one? Punishment awaited.