Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: 1 Plus This?
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“Strip. Both of you.”
In response to my command, the two girls widened their eyes and glanced at each other.
I didn't bother explaining or trying to persuade them.
Just like a superior issuing an order to a subordinate.
No, more precisely, like a master commanding his slaves.
Yoo Harin and Cynthia looked flustered by this unprecedented treatment.
Of the two, Harin was at least somewhat used to it.
She'd been put through her paces plenty of times thanks to our contract.
Regaining her composure relatively quickly, she stared at me in bewilderment and shot back.
“S-Strip? Woo-chin, have you lost your mind?!”
I just shrugged silently.
“You pervert bastard! It's the middle of the damn day! A-And both of us...?!”
Harin sneaked a sideways glance at Cynthia, gauging her reaction.
“No, come on! Even if you're pissed...!”
This was too much, she protested.
But they had no real choice.
There was a reason women in NTR scenarios couldn't refuse a man's outrageous demands.
They feared something even more than the demands themselves.
Of course, clouded judgment played a part too.
“...Okay. Got it, Woojin-ah.”
Cynthia nodded curtly and began undressing.
Rustle.
Clearly, she feared earning my hatred more than blindly following my forceful order.
Maybe she was conscious of Harin right beside her.
Cynthia had always shown blatant possessiveness toward me.
She never hesitated to bare her jealousy toward Harin, ready to tear into her.
She was showing even greater obedience than usual, determined not to lose to Harin.
Determined not to let her precious childhood friend be stolen away.
“Th-This okay...?”
Of course, every trace of shame hadn't vanished.
“It's embarrassing...”
In her underwear, Cynthia covered her chest with her arms as she spoke.
“Take off the underwear too.”
But I wasn't satisfied with that.
“Wh-What...?”
“Hey! Woo-chin! That's going too far!”
Even Harin, who had been bickering with Sia just moments ago, was now defending her.
There are no eternal enemies or allies in this world, as they say.
The two, now united against unfair treatment, began to resist.
“What you two did to me wasn't too far?”
I crossed my arms and replied coldly.
Fair or not, it didn't faze me one bit.
They were the ones who started it.
Emphasizing that fact, I raised my eyebrows and pressed the two women hard.
“Hnnng...”
Cynthia reluctantly stripped off her underwear.
Plop.
The lacy pink bra and panties hit the floor.
Along with the last shreds of human dignity.
“N-Now...?”
Still covering her chest, Cynthia used her other hand to shield her crotch as she asked cautiously.
I nodded and turned to Harin.
“You not stripping?”
She immediately bristled.
“What? Why should I?!”
“Then get out.”
I threw her a classic NTR line and sat down at the table, crossing my legs.
“And never contact me again.”
This applied to Cynthia too.
“F-Fine. I get it...”
Finally sighing deeply, Harin pouted and began shedding her clothes.
“Just gotta strip, right...”
Now fully nude, Harin and Cynthia trembled slightly, their faces flushed red with unease.
“This is insane...”
“Happy now, Woojin-ah...?”
In stark contrast, I wagged my finger and pointed at the floor.
“Bow. And apologize properly.”
The infamous naked dogeza.
“...”
“...”
The two women's eyes spun in disbelief at their own ears.
“Don't know what naked dogeza is? Or stone-head apology?”
Urging them on, I reinforced the hierarchy with a prostrating posture.
“Apologize right, and I'll forgive you.”
I reclaimed control, established the pecking order, and made damn sure they knew who was on top.
“What did we even do that was so wrong...?”
But Harin, not fully trained yet, grumbled timidly.
“You treated me like an object and sexually harassed me on your own whims.”
“S-Sexual harassment?!”
“Wasn't it?”
“You liked it too!”
“Classic harasser's line. How'd you say it word-for-word?”
“If we're splitting hairs, you sexually harassed us first! Touching us without asking—don't you remember?”
“Nope. Don't remember.”
“You bastard!”
“Even if that's true, it doesn't justify what you did. Revenge crimes are still crimes.”
I jerked my chin downward again.
“Tch. Acting all serious all of a sudden...”
As Harin muttered bitterly,
Slide.
Cynthia knelt first and bowed her head.
“...Sorry, Woojin-ah.”
Her movement was refined and elegant, not a hint of vulgarity.
Showing off her childhood friend's class(?). Following suit, Harin finally did her naked dogeza.
“S-Sorry...”
It was quite the sight.
The academy's top two beauties kneeling nude.
At my feet, not Choi Si-hyeok's.
'Of course.'
I chuckled inwardly.
If Sia does it, how could you hold out, Harin?
Remember this well: this is the difference in our levels.
Using their rivalry and the current three-way dynamic, I cleverly imprinted their positions.
“Now... okay...?”
Moments later, Harin peeked up.
“...Feeling better?”
Cynthia followed up cautiously.
“Anything else you want, Woojin-ah?”
That's my Sia.
A few scoldings, and now she knows me inside out.
Not even thinking of stopping here, I uncrossed my legs and spread them wide instead.
“Come suck it.”
Harin and Cynthia flinched hard.
They hunched their shoulders like prey facing a predator up close.
“Okay.”
“Hey, Cynthia, you're really gonna...?”
“We messed up.”
“Even so, this is...”
Unlike the hesitant Harin, Cynthia lifted her upper body from her prone position and crawled toward me clumsily.
Pathetic, yet enticing.
Just the visual stimulation had my half-erect cock straining against my pants.
And then.
“Hauum.”
Cynthia unzipped me with her mouth and took my cock in.
“Slurp, schluuup...”
I stroked her head as she sucked devotedly, then glanced at Harin.
“What're you doing?”
That was all I said to her.
“Haa...”
But the effect was tremendous.
Creep.
Harin crawled over hesitantly, mimicking Cynthia, and took the spot beside her.
“Y-You're saying together, right...?”
She looked up at me for confirmation, then,
“This is crazy. Both of you. No, all three of us...”
Muttered self-deprecatingly and joined the blowjob.
Thus, using Cynthia to egg on Harin, and Harin to egg on Cynthia.
An efficient training method, and their complementary(?) beauty was truly stunning.
“Schlurp...”
“Smack, smooch...”
Tempting enough to snap a photo.
Click.
The two paused mid-double blowjob, staring at me holding my smartphone in shock.
Asking what I was doing.
Ripples of dismay spread through their wide eyes.
“For my collection. My collection.”
I chuckled softly to reassure them.
“You're both too pretty, that's why.”
A blatant compliment and excuse rolled into one.
“Anyway, keep going. Like you wanted earlier, I'll compare and see who's better.”
At my words reigniting their rivalry, Harin and Cynthia sucked even more fervently.
“Hauum, slurp, schluuurp...”
“Smooch, smoooch, sluuuurp...”
Their tongues grew increasingly lewd as they swirled around my cock.
“Schlup.”
“Sluurp.”
Their tongues occasionally brushed, but they didn't mind at all.
“Schlup...”
“Smooch...”
Sharing one cock, Harin and Cynthia naturally divided territories.
“Hauum, mm, smooch...”
Harin focused on sucking the glans while licking the shaft.
“Smooook, schlup, hnnng...”
Cynthia handled the base and balls.
Schluuurp. Slurp.
Smack smack. Smooch.
Their wanton expressions, mingled with wet sucking sounds, heightened the stimulation.
Visuals, audio.
And an indescribable tactile sensation pushed me to the edge quickly.
“Ugh...”
At my short groan, Harin and Cynthia perked up their ears and sucked harder.
Stroke.
As if on cue, they reached out to caress my thighs and chest.
A sense of conquest and elation.
Plus arousal—my mood was beyond words.
And finally.
“...Cumming. Open wide, both of you.”
Climaxing from their service, I unleashed a torrent of cum.
Spurt!
Onto their faces and mouths.
“Eut...!”
“Hnnng...!”
Their friendly cum-covered faces were too beautiful to keep to myself.
Click.
I snapped a photo of Harin and Cynthia with mouths agape, as if I'd been waiting.
Really too good not to share.
Tap tap.
I sent the pics to Choi Si-hyeok.
Ding.
Of course, after censoring their eyes, nipples, etc., with black bars and changing the sender properly.