Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Defeat Handjob (3)
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“Uwaaaaaah!”
Choi Si-hyeok, half out of his mind, let out roar after roar.
“You tricked me?! Yoo Harin! Cynthia! You two bitches dare to—?!”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he screamed loud enough to bring the world crashing down.
But.
“Ugh, fuck. He's so damn loud.”
Yoo Harin let out a deep sigh as she haphazardly threw on her underwear and carefully draped a robe over herself before stepping out from behind the curtain.
“I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you all! You filthy whores! All three of you bitches—aaaaah!”
Choi Si-hyeok ground his teeth in rage.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Yoo Harin strode right up to him and abruptly lifted her foot, still in her slippers.
Thwack!
She stomped down hard on Choi Si-hyeok's head.
“Kyaak?!”
“Choi Si-hyeok, what the hell makes you think you can talk big?”
She ground her foot on his head, which was lying sideways on the floor, fused to the chair as it was.
“Guuuh!”
“It's fucking hilarious. When did you ever give a shit about playing with people's hearts? Huh?”
“What are you...”
“I saw the news too. All those girls you fucked around with and ruined—not just one or two, right?”
“Kuh...”
“And then you act all righteous when I ask for a little help?”
Yoo Harin looked down at him with utter contempt, her voice ice cold.
“You're fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Shu... t up...”
“Hmph. Glare all you want—what the hell can you even do, Choi Si-hyeok?”
Yoo Harin pressed down even harder on his head as she continued.
“What if Sia and I really were raped by Woojin? What then? You gonna save us?”
With his mouth pressed against the cold floor, all Choi Si-hyeok could do was silently take her scorn and criticism.
“Can you take us away from Woojin?”
“Ugh... mmph...”
“See? You can't do shit. And yet you insult us?”
“Mmph... ugh...”
“Whores? Ha. Yeah, we're Woojin's whores and perverts. You're just a pervert who can't even touch, let alone look properly.”
Every word from Yoo Harin stabbed at Choi Si-hyeok's heart, chipping away at what little pride he had left.
Squeeze!
She soon grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up, forcing his gaze toward the bed.
“Kuh... what...”
Choi Si-hyeok let out a short cry of pain as he stared helplessly at Cynthia's silhouette.
“Hyaaaaang♡!”
Right on cue, Cynthia hit her orgasm and let out a lewd moan.
Twitch.
Choi Si-hyeok's dick stiffened even harder.
It was an unavoidable physiological reaction.
The girl he'd fallen for at first sight, writhing through multiple climaxes, her sweet voice spilling out.
Her silhouette convulsing repeatedly, lost in the pleasure he'd always dreamed of seeing.
Blood not rushing south would have been the real abnormality.
“Choi Si-hyeok, are you hard right now?”
Yoo Harin looked at him like he was a bug and hurriedly released his head, as if even touching his hair disgusted her.
Thud.
Choi Si-hyeok's head flopped limply back to the floor.
“Heh, hehehe...”
Face buried in the carpet, he chuckled like a madman.
Honestly, the self-loathing hit hard.
He was utterly pathetic right now.
Because yeah, he was getting turned on watching the girls he'd targeted get fucked by another guy.
He felt so worthless, drowning in endless humiliation—he'd rather just die.
“Hmmm.”
Yoo Harin glanced once more at the nearly broken Choi Si-hyeok before slipping back behind the curtain.
“What now, Woojin-ah?”
She snuggled up to Kang Woojin and asked in a nasal whine.
“We invited him and had all the fun ourselves—it feels kinda bad. He's so pitiful. Should we let him bust one too?”
Kang Woojin, having just dumped a thick load into Cynthia's pussy, pulled out and replied.
“How? You're not saying we should give him a turn, right?”
“Of course not. Even a handjob's too much—just go stomp him again. Crush his last bit of pride with it.”
“Huh?”
“Don't let bare skin touch. Wear shoes.”
Understanding Kang Woojin's words, Yoo Harin smirked.
“Sounds fun.”
Strictly speaking, she had her own grudge against Choi Si-hyeok to settle.
Two whole years of being jerked around by him.
With her innate sadistic streak, it was no wonder she was loving this—and she happily headed back toward him.
Step.
Time to get payback for all those years.
Step.
The thrill and perverse excitement fueled her steps.
And a thick veil of terror fell over Choi Si-hyeok's face as he watched her approach.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Please... please stop...”
Choi Si-hyeok looked up at me and begged.
Yoo Harin, Cynthia, and me.
Having instinctively grasped our relationships and hierarchy, he pleaded with me again.
“Woo-chin—no, Woojin-ah... please stop now... I beg you...”
Don't torment me anymore.
Forgive me.
Understanding that only I could stop Yoo Harin, he painfully lifted his head and begged.
“Hmmm.”
From behind the translucent curtain, I watched him clearly and thought.
Poor bastard.
Of course, I had zero intention of stopping now.
Should've been a good boy all along.
Too late now, Si-hyeok.
When you tormented others, did you stop when they begged?
This is what they call reaping what you sow, right?
I slowly shook my head, casually ignoring his desperate eyes.
Swish.
Instead, against his wishes, I stirred my mana to amplify his arousal.
“...!”
Reacting to my mana, Choi Si-hyeok's eyes widened as he bowed his head.
His gaze fell on his pants, which had pitched a tent against his will, higher than before.
And then.
Squish.
Yoo Harin approached him per my instructions and gently pressed down on his tent with her sandal heel.
“Gaaak?!”
Choi Si-hyeok writhed from the violent stimulation.
But his cries of pain didn't last.
Spurt!
Defying its owner's will, his dick erupted, soaking the front of his pants rapidly.
It's over.
I could feel his pride shatter into pieces.
Whatever.
Swish.
Yoo Harin, witnessing his climax, yanked her foot away in shock.
“Ugh, so gross!”
She, who already looked at him with disdain, now glared with even more contempt.
“You actually came? From just that? You're a total fucking pervert!”
Shocked as hell, she verbally pummeled the silent Choi Si-hyeok.
Stop, Harin-ah!
His life's already at zero!
Overwhelmed by indescribable self-loathing, he kept his head down, face pale, lips sealed tight.
Clack!
Brushing him off, Yoo Harin hurried back behind the curtain.
“Ugh, I feel so dirty now!”
Choi Si-hyeok's traces had seeped through his pants onto her shoe a bit.
She kicked off the shoe and climbed onto the bed.
“I liked those shoes—you owe me new ones, Woo-chin! Got it?”
True to her delinquent girl nature, she knew how to push buttons and kept going.
“Yeah, got it.”
I stroked her hair and added.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
Following my usual command without hesitation, she obeyed.
“Like this?”
I wrapped around her protruding tongue from the outside, giving her a deep, sloppy kiss.
“Mmmph, mm...”
The fire reignited in Yoo Harin instantly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and responded eagerly.
“Woojin-ah, me too. Touch me...”
Cynthia felt the same.
I nodded briefly and plunged my fingers into her pussy, already soaked with cum and juices.
Schlick schlick schlick—.
Cynthia immediately let out a pleasurable moan.
“Ahng! Yes! More! Give me more—!”
Habitually reporting her status and feelings.
“Rubbing my clit feels so good! Ang! Eut! Scraping inside too! Ah, no! This is gonna make me go crazyyy!”
We were just sinking into our own little world of three.
“Stop...”
As I glanced over while kissing Harin-ah, Choi Si-hyeok was mumbling blankly.
“I... I did wrong...”
Trapped in inescapable defeat, hot tears streamed down his face.
“Please stop...”
I chuckled softly, broke the kiss with Harin-ah, and asked him.
“Stop what?”
“That is...”
“Say it clearly.”
“...”
“You want us to stop watching? Or do you want in?”
His final choice.
Choose wisely, Si-hyeok.
This is your last chance to go back to normal.
Your choice here will change the rest of your life.
At this life-defining crossroads, Choi Si-hyeok predictably dashed my expectations.
“I... I want to do it too...”
Forcing the words out, he fully surrendered to his primal urges.
Tossing every shred of pride aside.
His obsequiously twisted expression was a work of art in itself.
The handsome A-rank Awakened of Stella Academy, who preyed on countless girls, was gone.
“Please let me do it... I beg you...”
But no way were we lending him Sia or Harin-ah's pussies.
From Yoo Harin's reaction earlier, she'd probably freak at even indirect contact.
I glanced at them to check.
“What? Make me stomp him again?”
Yoo Harin spoke first.
“Hell no! Absolutely not! What if that premature fucker cums again? If it gets on my skin—ugh! Can't even think about it!”
She recoiled in disgust.
“Sia?”
Abandoning Yoo Harin, I turned to Cynthia.
“Of course I hate it too. I don't even want to go near that guy.”
Cynthia glanced at him like he was disgusting filth.
“Guess he has to handle it himself then.”
Giggling, I brushed Cynthia's tangled hair encouragingly.
“Sia, could you heal his right arm at least? He can't jerk off like that.”
I continued.
“Is that a request? Or an order?”
“Both.”
“Mmm. Not thrilled about it.”
“You'll do it for me, right?”
“If that's what Woojin wants...”
Cynthia reluctantly stood, threw on her underwear, locked on her chastity belt herself, and draped a robe over it all.
Triple-wrapped for protection, she slipped on hotel slippers and approached Choi Si-hyeok.
“Lend me that bracelet, Woojin-ah.”
She'd even equipped the Mana Suppression Artifact meticulously.
Vmmm!
Channeling her mana with an expressionless face, she healed his right arm.
A-rank Awakened indeed.
Her glow outshone any Hunter hospital specialist, rapidly restoring his arm.
“Th-thank you...”
Looking every bit the beaten dog, Choi Si-hyeok thanked her on his own.
A bit later.
Slam! Slam!
I pounded away roughly, fucking the two girls through the night as usual.
“Ooooh♡! Ooooooh♡!!!”
“Unghoooot♡! I'm cummiiing♡!!!”
Having fully devolved into bitches in heat, Yoo Harin and Cynthia howled like beasts, thrashing in orgasmic bliss.
And.
Slap slap slap!
Using their voices and silhouettes as fuel, Choi Si-hyeok jerked off endlessly with a vacant look.
“Heeeuk! Cumming agaaaain♡!!!”
“Eek! Uhng! I'm goinggg♡!!!”
Yoo Harin and Cynthia climaxed again, squirting wildly from my hands and cock.
Spiiiish!
I dumped load after load into their pussies and asses.
Spurt! Spurt!
Choi Si-hyeok came on the floor watching our trio's silhouettes.
Spurt!
Thus the long night passed.
“Mmm, can't anymore...”
“Monster... total monster...”
Cynthia and Yoo Harin mumbled in their sleep, utterly at peace.
I pulled the blanket up over their leaking bodies and approached Choi Si-hyeok, curled up in the suite's corner.
Click.
As I neared the passed-out—or asleep—guy, I called Kim Chang-sik.
“Yeah, Chang-sik hyung. It's me.”
With the blissfully enlightened Choi Si-hyeok at my feet, I handed cleanup to the world's safest guy.
“Yeah, yeah, you can come pick him up now.”
Thus, having written a new future diverging from the original, I finally ended my long grudge with Choi Si-hyeok.
“His condition? A bit broken, but you can fix him up and use him, right?”
The moment Choi Si-hyeok's future completely diverged from the original.