The Leash Thrown to the Hunting Dog
Leaving the stimulating afterimages of Avalon behind, I returned to the company and dealt with the urgent matters at hand. By the time I finished, the world beyond the windows had already darkened.
"To the penthouse."
At my brief command, the driver—different from the one that morning—simply turned the wheel in silence.
In Hannam-dong, my perfect wife would be waiting, hungry for love.
But tonight, the place where my thirst needed quenching was not that sterile sanctuary.
Somewhere far baser. Somewhere at the very bottom.
It was also time for the groundwork required to drag my Se-ah into a living hell.
A top-floor duplex penthouse in Cheongdam-dong. This office suite, worth tens of billions of won, was the flimsy trophy Lu Yuyen had claimed by clinging and panting around my lower half.
"Oppa—!"
Before my shoes even touched the entryway floor, Lu Yuyen burst from the living room like a beast and latched onto my neck with desperate hunger.
Her vulgarly bleached bright-blonde hair rasped against my face, and a cheap, candy-sweet perfume stabbed at my nostrils.
What crushed the breath from my chest most of all were Lu Yuyen's explosive Z-cup breasts, flaunting their presence without shame beneath a single thin silk slip.
The weight of that massive, stupid mass of flesh. Among countless females, I had chosen and installed the one whose weapon matched Se-ah's scale—and it was paying off.
If Se-ah was smooth, milky-white porcelain, pure and refined, then the woman hanging from my neck was a grotesque crystallization of carnal lust, inflated solely for a male's primitive desire.
What seized the eye most was Lu Yuyen's tanned skin, the extreme opposite of Se-ah's. Her entire body, burned a deep chocolate brown, radiated raw, sensual vitality.
If Se-ah's breasts symbolized elegance, Lu Yuyen's crude ones existed only to demand vulgar release. Every time those breasts mashed against my chest, the texture of swollen flesh and the veins standing out against her dark skin transmitted themselves raw and unfiltered.
"You really came? I thought for sure you'd gone home to the main house. I was getting pissed off alone and cracking open wine."
Lu Yuyen gave me a sly fox's smile as she peeled off my suit jacket.
"Where else would I go? With tits this hot waiting for me."
I whispered it affectionately, masking the vicious deception beneath, and roughly locked my arms around her waist.
Lu Yuyen hugged me tight and wore the smile of a victor. I gladly allowed that shallow delusion.
A hunting dog only made the chase more entertaining when it ran wild without knowing its place.
I seized the nape of Lu Yuyen's neck and crushed her lips under mine as if trampling them.
There was no time to waste heading for the bedroom. I slammed her against the marble wall of the entryway; a stifled moan escaped her as the thin slip tore to shreds.
"O-Oppa, wait—!"
Instead of an answer, a rough hand cracked across her ass like a gunshot.
Thwack! Smack! Slap! Explosive impacts rang out one after another, as if bones were resonating.
Copper-toned flesh rippled like waves, and a palm-shaped brand bloomed vivid as blood across her deep-brown skin. Lu Yuyen's screams from the rough thrashing slammed against the living-room walls.
I seized a fistful of her hair like a beast and dragged her down toward the floor.
She came with pain-laced moans; I flung her onto the nearest leather sofa.
Sprawled naked across the cushions, her body was a weapon of lust remodeled solely for a male's visual arousal.
Even lying down, her breasts jutted obscenely high against gravity. Opposite Se-ah's soft pink nipples, these were a dark, corrupted purple—crushed by countless male lips—and they stood rigidly erect as if about to burst.
"I like you. Your body goes into heat and drools the second it catches my scent."
I clamped one hand around her throat and savagely kneaded her swollen copper breast with the other. The heavy flesh bulging between my fingers was pure filth.
"Augh! Ah, Oppa…! It hurts—but it feels so good…!"
"Yeah. Se-ah never makes sounds like that. That refined mouth of hers couldn't even imagine them."
The moment I deliberately spoke my wife's name, a blue venom flashed through Lu Yuyen's eyes. I pinned her thrashing lower body with my knee and whispered like a snake.
"Prove it. Prove you love my cock far more than that woman does."
I tore open my belt and cast it aside, freeing the vicious 31-centimeter monster.
It was no longer merely part of a body. That dark-red, burning club was closer to a killing bludgeon freshly forged from white-hot iron.
"Hic…!"
Lu Yuyen's eyes glittered with greed and terror. Under that gaze my meat twitched again like a living monster and swelled even more grotesquely.
Without a single warning I slammed it mercilessly into her soaked lower hole.
"Kyaaaaang—!!!"
The vicious bludgeon crushed her narrow vaginal walls without mercy and struck her deepest point head-on with a wet, meaty thud. Flesh tore; blood-mixed juices soaked the sofa.
"It hurts! It huuurts! Oppa, it's too big…! Please—slowly!"
Lu Yuyen writhed and struggled in agony, but I pinned both her slender wrists with one hand and crushed them above her head.
Then I began the merciless piston. Thwack! Smack! Crunch! Wet flesh was pulverized and collided in a chaotic cacophony that filled the entire house.
Bright droplets of blood mixed with her juices and ran down my length, yet I did not stop. That metallic taste of blood only stoked my lust for conquest higher.
"Ah, ahhh! Hahk, haaang…! Hng!"
At some point Lu Yuyen's voice began to blur into thick, wet moans of pleasure.
"Haahk, haaah! Oppa, deeper! Uwaang…!"
Her unfocused eyes. From between her parted lips, uncontrollable saliva streamed down across her chest. Every time my cock violently crushed her entrance and speared deep into her guts, Lu Yuyen arched her whole body like a bow and was driven toward a savage climax.
"Aung…! So good! Augh, more! My hole… is way better than that old bitch's, huh? Haang! Tear it more!"
I kept slamming my hips and yanked her bleached hair back hard. Sadistic pleasure spread across the taut line of her throat.
"Tell me, Lu Yuyen. When you meet Se-ah, what are you going to do to that bitch's fancy tits?"
"Haaang! I'll tear—tear them apart! With my own hands I'll mash that old hag's breasts like rice cakes…! Haang! I'll turn them into nothing but meat!"
"Excellent. Exactly that."
Completely unhinged by my praise, Lu Yuyen locked both legs around my waist and screamed filthy moans, not even noticing the saliva pouring from her mouth.
"I'll be looking forward to it."
I crushed her enormous breasts as if to shatter them and poured every last drop of burning lust deep into her core.
After the act, Lu Yuyen lay sprawled like a rag soaked in sweat and juices.
A moment later I picked up the trousers discarded on the floor and put them on. Even though we had just mixed flesh like animals, the way I buttoned my dress shirt was flawlessly composed.
The man reflected in the mirror looked cool and immaculate enough to walk into a business meeting at once.
At my feet, by contrast, a copper-skinned bitch panted like a beast, covered in the dregs of the lust I had dumped on her, drenched in sweat.
The perfect sense of control born from that extreme contrast. The fact that I could sink another person's body and soul into the mud and manipulate them to my taste satisfied my arrogance deliciously.
Trash cans like this really are necessary.
I brushed my sweat-damp bangs back and poured poison into her limp ear.
"Lu Yuyen. Remember that phone call earlier? Go into the main house. Tomorrow. Immediately."
It was the perfect instruction for murder—and a chilling spell that would shove both my wife and this hunting dog into a blood-soaked colosseum.
"Oppa… you won't take that back, right?"
Lu Yuyen's eyes had completely flipped.
She had no idea she had just been reduced forever to a chess piece of ruin on the palm of my hand; instead she joyfully threw her arms around my neck.
"I'll prove it. That I'm a far more perfect woman for Oppa than that washed-up old bitch."
Lu Yuyen rained mad kisses on my lips, burning with ambition and venom.
Her long-held inferiority complex toward Se-ah was now evolving—backed by me, the great predator—into a nauseating aggression.
When that happened, Se-ah would tear off the mask of the Holy Mother herself in order to rip apart this rabid wild dog that had trampled her sanctuary.
Perfect.
I tenderly stroked the back of Lu Yuyen, who had buried her face in my chest and was snarling about how she would butcher Se-ah.
This thrilling game of voyeuristically watching my wife's collapse and savoring my mistress's blind self-destruction.
The gears of hell that would grind the two bitches to pieces had finally begun to turn at my fingertips.