Slaughter
I sank into the sofa with arrogant ease, spreading my legs wide. The old leather groaned under the weight, a long, protesting creak. Her pale fingertips brushed my belt buckle and froze there, trembling in midair.
Hesitation.
A crooked smirk tugged at my mouth at the sight of it.
"If you don't want to, get out. The door's wide open. I don't have any particular reason to do you a favor, TA."
I made as if to stand, and she frantically seized both of my thighs. Her palms were damp—an unpleasant, clinging moisture, whether from cold sweat or raw nerves.
"I'll do it! Do… Dohun…"
She reached for the buckle in a rush. Trembling white hands dragged the zipper down and peeled my underwear away. What had been pent up sprang free with a snap, veins already swollen to their limit writhing like earthworms. The smell of a man hit her all at once.
"I-it's big…? I didn't think it'd be this…"
"Spare me the compliments. Suck it. Clean."
I pressed my palm down on the crown of her head.
"Let's see what that tongue can do."
"Nngh…"
She lowered her head with careful, tentative slowness. Warm, wet heat closed around the tip. At first she only rolled it with the end of her tongue, testing the waters—and when I gave her nothing, she grew bolder, taking it deeper into her mouth. Wet, filthy sounds filled the sealed room: the slick pull of lips, the obscene slurp of a working tongue.
Her technique was decent. No—she was skilled. In her past life she must have seduced any number of men just like this. The way she coiled her tongue like a snake against the slit, hollowed her cheeks and sucked like a vacuum—that was no amateur's work.
"Deeper. Take it to the back of your throat. Don't throw up."
At the order she forced her head down.
"Ghk… kagh…!"
She gagged on the massive intrusion stabbing her throat, tears welling, but she didn't pull off. She knew that if she spat this out, she'd be spitting out a lifeline worth 7.6 billion won along with it.
"Not bad. TA, do they teach this at school? Is your major business administration, or oral sex?"
Even the humiliation didn't stop her. If anything she stroked my thighs, tickled beneath my balls, and worked her tongue harder. Pride had long since been pulverized and blown out the ventilation fan in the face of a 7.6-billion-won bank statement.
"Get up."
I caught her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. Saliva stretched from her lips in glistening threads. She looked at me with glazed eyes—drunk on money, drunk on humiliation.
"Time for the main event. Gotta make that money."
I turned her around and made her brace herself against the table. The tight pencil skirt laid the line of her ass completely bare.
"Hike up the skirt."
She hiked it to her waist herself. Smooth legs in black stockings, and between them a thin pair of sheer panties—and beyond that, dark hair and wet flesh.
"Pull the panties aside. Spread yourself with your fingers."
"…"
Her hands tugged the fabric aside and opened her own folds. Her most private place, laid completely bare. She was already soaking, dripping. Whether it was the smell of money that had her this wet, or the size, or the humiliation of the situation itself—I didn't particularly care.
"You're ready. Dripping all over the place. All set to make some money."
I didn't bother with lube. I smeared the saliva still coating the head and drove in to the hilt in a single stroke.
"Ah!"
Shin Nara screamed and folded forward. Her nails went white where they gripped the table.
Tight. A different tightness from Yura or Jisu—the heavy, clinging squeeze of a mature woman, like a swamp. Her inner walls clamped down as if rejecting the invader and welcoming him at the same time.
"It hurts…! It's too big… I'm going to tear…!"
"Deal with it. If you want to borrow money, you can handle this much pain."
I locked my hands on her hips and started pumping in earnest. The dull, wet smack of flesh on flesh filled the break room. The table scraped and squealed as it was shoved across the floor, but I didn't stop.
"Hahk…!"
The higher her moans climbed, the faster my hips moved. The squelch of her juices struck the ear with obscene clarity.
"You like it, TA? You like my cock?"
"Nngh! Ah! Hhk… too… too big…"
"Answer me. Like it or not? Does Park Dohun's cock taste good?"
I slapped her ass. A red handprint bloomed vivid against the white skin.
"I… I like it! I like it! Aahh! It tastes good!"
She nodded, wailing. It might have been a lie. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she was submitting—taking me. In front of a man worth 7.6 billion won, she was nothing but a bitch in heat.
"You… you didn't put on a… condom…"
In the middle of the violent rhythm she seemed to come back to herself, panting as she looked over her shoulder. Anxiety clouded her face.
"And?"
I answered casually, still thrusting.
"If you come inside… i-it's dangerous…! I'm ovulating…!"
"Is that what matters right now? Isn't becoming a credit delinquent scarier, TA? Want me to send the collectors to the school?"
"That's… but please… outside…"
"Shut up. You're breaking my concentration."
I gripped her waist harder and drove in deep.
"If you want to borrow money, keep quiet and squeeze. Ruin my mood and you won't get a damn thing. Got it?"
The threat closed her mouth. The terror of pregnancy was nothing next to bankruptcy and poverty sitting right in front of her—and the money sitting with it. She squeezed her eyes shut and took the pounding. Anxiety made her walls clench even harder. That squeeze drove me crazier.
"That's it. Squeeze like that. Good girl."
I picked up the pace. Her hair came undone, sweat-soaked strands clinging to the nape of her neck. Her chest heaved as if the blouse buttons would pop. Sweat, her heavy perfume, and the raw scent of her juices mixed and stabbed at the nose.
"Haa! Haa! Park Dohun… you really…!"
"What? Think I'm a bastard?"
"Nngh! Ah! Hhk… it feels so good…! Harder…!"
In the end, instinct overrode reason. She pressed her ass back against me, craving a deeper stroke. The whole thing had started for money, but pleasure didn't lie. My 7.6 billion won was an aphrodisiac to her.
"I'm coming! Open your mouth!"
Climax came on fast. I pulled out and spun her around. She staggered and dropped to her knees in front of me—and reflexively opened her mouth. A familiar posture.
"Stick out your tongue. Spill even a single drop on the floor and see what happens."
She stuck out her red tongue. Onto that saliva-slick surface I poured everything I had. Hot ropes splattered across her face, into her mouth, over her tongue. She closed her eyes and took the heat with her whole body. Some of it went into her mouth; some of it ran down her chin and soaked the front of her blouse.
"Swallow."
At the order she gulped, her throat working. Bitter. Salty. Even as she grimaced, she licked up every last drop. Because she believed it was the only path to the money—her one remaining lifeline.
"Clean it up. Don't leave any."
She meticulously licked off every remnant clinging to me, as devoted as a maid polishing her master's silverware.
"Say 'thank you for the meal.'"
"Th… thank you for the meal…"
She bit her lip, murmuring it with a complicated expression. To a woman who had become a slave to money and a slave to pleasure, I was already a master she couldn't defy.
I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. Shin Nara sat on the floor, looking up at me with eyes full of expectation. The groveling smile on her face was a beggar's, no more and no less.
"Um… Dohun…"
She opened her mouth carefully.
"I showed you my… sincerity…"
"Yeah. Not bad. Pretty useful, actually. A first-rate pussy."
"Then… the money? The information?"
Her eyes glittered with greed. The humiliation of a moment ago seemed already forgotten. She was waiting only for the answer about money and information that would come out of my mouth.
I had no intention of giving her what she wanted. Not yet. Instead I patted her disheveled hair the way you'd pat a cute puppy.
"How much do you specifically need?"
"About… a hundred million?"
I almost laughed. Yura was the same, and now this woman too. They seemed to think a hundred million won was about as significant as a stray dog's name. And even more ridiculous was how the number had stretched like a rubber band. She'd begged Yura for fifty million as a feeler—and the moment she confirmed the 7.6 billion balance, she'd boldly doubled the ask. She clearly thought she'd sunk her teeth into a proper whale.
"I'll think about it."
"What…? B-but…! You said if I showed sincerity you'd think about it…"
Her face went ashen. Her pupils shook as if in an earthquake at the thought she'd been played.
"I said I'd think about it. I didn't say I'd give it to you. You really don't listen, do you."
I smiled, cold.
"And if you're borrowing a hundred million, I can't just lend it on words alone. I need solid collateral. You think I'll hand over a hundred million just on the strength of your body, TA?"
"Collateral…? I don't have anything… I told you… I'm maxed out on loans right now."
"I know. That's why I'm going to prepare something else."
I leaned down and whispered against her ear.
"I need to put together some legally binding documents. An IOU, that sort of thing. For today, just go."
"Th-that's…"
"I'll contact you when it's ready. Come back then. Bring your seal. Or be prepared to press your thumbprint."
I opened the break room door without looking back.
"Oh, and."
I paused on the way out and glanced at her. Semen smeared across her face and blouse, my traces leaking between her legs, sitting there in a daze—utterly ruined.
"Take good care of that body while you wait for my call."
The door slammed. I left those loaded words behind me, and I thought I could hear her despairing sigh from inside.
Walking down the hallway, I wore a crooked smile. Giving her the money right away wouldn't be any fun. I had to bleed her dry, make her more desperate, until she walked into the fires of hell of her own accord.
The contract I would prepare, and the evidence of corruption Jisu had brought. The moment those two things came together, Shin Nara would become mine completely—and forever. The most wretched slave, locked inside the fortress walls of my 7.6 billion won.