Seolhwa's Unwavering Devotion
“Huu... huu...!”
As I neared my limit, my balls tightened up and my cock shaft throbbed with pain. I knew I had to pull my dick out of her pussy right then, but I didn't want to. It felt way too fucking good.
“...Min-jun? Are you okay...?”
Seolhwa was hugging me, stroking my hair. With her legs wrapped around my ass, it felt like deep, lover-level sex.
“Huu... that's it for me... fuck, I'm exhausted...!”
I wanted to keep going, but Seolhwa was someone I could fuck anytime, so I decided to stop.
“Understood. Then, if you'll excuse me.”
Seolhwa forcibly pulled my cock out and sat me down in a clean chair. Then she started wiping the cum off my legs with some tissue. While ignoring the cum overflowing from her own pussy, soaking her thighs and legs.
Once she'd cleaned me up completely, she dressed me. Then she started licking the cum off her own legs.
“What the... what are you doing?”
“I couldn't bear to waste Min-jun's cum.”
“...Just throw it away.”
“...But...”
“Throw it out.”
“...Yes, sir...”
She looked so disappointed. Why the hell is she bummed out about that?
There was a massive puddle of cum on the floor. Holy shit... a white circle big enough for a couple people to fit in, all pure semen.
“This...”
“I'll have the staff clean it up. Or make them eat it...”
“Tell them to clean it.”
“...Yes, sir...”
Why does she sound so bummed again?
“Take your birth control.”
“...Pardon?”
She asked again, like I'd said something wrong.
“I don't plan on knocking you up yet. Your pussy's too good—I wanna fuck it more. Got it?”
“Yes, sir!”
Good. I had no idea why she wanted me to fuck her so badly, but her enthusiasm was a plus.
Seolhwa worshipped Min-jun and felt immense honor and fulfillment in having her body used by him, but to me, it was something I couldn't comprehend or even grasp.
“Shall we head back now...?”
“...Yes... I'll escort you.”
She looked disappointed again. Did she hate parting from me that much?
We rode in Seolhwa's car back to my place.
“See ya~. I'll call you later.”
“Yes. Goodbye, sir.”
I headed up the stairs to my house, and Seolhwa just stared after me without a word.
Two days later.
“...So, what's this?”
“Sirutteok.”
“Yeah, I see that. But why are you suddenly giving me this...?”
Two days after our first meeting with Seolhwa, the doorbell rang at noon. I opened it, and...
“...I heard that in Korea, when you move in, you give sirutteok to your neighbors as a custom... Was I mistaken...?”
“No... it used to be a thing back in the day... Move in? You?”
What the hell was this all about...?
“Yes. Starting today, I'll be living in 503. Nice to meet you properly.”
“...Why here?”
“...My lease happened to end, and I liked this building.”
“It's an old dump.”
“...I prefer vintage styles.”
Seolhwa kept a straight face, spouting her excuse calmly.
“....”
“....Did I upset you...?”
I couldn't say shit when she stared at me like an abandoned puppy. Not that I'd planned to say anything anyway.
“Nah, just surprised. Didn't expect you'd move here because of me.”
“It's only natural as someone who works for you, Min-jun.”
“You said you liked the building?”
“.....”
Seolhwa's cheeks flushed faintly.
“Heh. You unpacked yet?”
“...No, not yet.”
“I'll help. Open the door.”
“...Ah...! I couldn't possibly ask you to do that...!”
I slid my hand to her ass and stroked it.
“I wanna do it. Okay?”
“...Thank you.”
I groped her ass like dough as we entered her new place, 503.
“...But there's no stuff here?”
“I hardly spend time at home...”
Just a few boxes—that was it. Still, since I'd offered, I opened them and started unpacking.
“Oh... you wear stuff like this?”
I rummaged through a box of her underwear and found a string panty. The kind that only barely covers the pussy and nipples with strings... With tits that size, it wouldn't cover shit.
“I bought it to wear the day I might offer my body to you, sir.”
“Ah... yeah.”
She plans ahead like that, huh. There were micro bikinis, T-panties, panties with a hole in the crotch—tons of slutty lingerie. I pocketed a few, groped Seolhwa here and there while sorting, and finished up quick.
“All done...”
“Thank you for your help.”
“No biggie. You're my girl now—this is nothing.”
“...!”
Seolhwa's eyes suddenly welled up, tears spilling one by one.
“Uh... okay, lemme ask—why are you crying?”
“Because...! You've acknowledged me...! It makes me so happy...!”
Why is she like this? I stroked her hair with my right hand, kneading her defenseless tits with my left. Big tits really are the best. I loved how my fingers sank into the flesh.
“Huu... I'm sorry for the unsightly display.”
“Nah... whatever. But seriously, why do you treat me like some god?”
“That's how I was taught.”
“...Huh?”
By who?
“My parents raised me that way from childhood. They said dedicating myself to you is the greatest honor and most fulfilling thing. And if I ever got the chance to offer my body to you, I shouldn't hesitate.”
Admirable, but objectively insane.
“Not just that—when I trained and studied to join the CIA, I received the same education. That's probably had the biggest impact.”
“...What does the CIA have to do with me?”
“...Pardon?”
Seolhwa looked at me like she didn't understand the question. Had I said something wrong...? No, the CIA and I had zero connection—
“Isn't it standard for applicants to public institutions or state enterprises to be required to submit to you, Min-jun? Since the ultimate goal of public organizations and the nation is to 'create a society for Min-jun's enjoyment'... Didn't you know...?”
She responded with a hint of disbelief, like I was an adult who didn't know basic common sense—loyal Seolhwa, of all people.
“...No clue.”
“.....When I heard you never went out, I didn't feel it, but now I do... You need a secretary, Min-jun.”
“..Secretary?”
“Someone to assist with your daily life and teach you common sense.”
“Fine. You do it.”
“.....M-Me...? Really...!?”
“You're my favorite.”
“Gasp...!”
She fainted, collapsing on the spot. Fuck, I'm already regretting this.
I gently laid Seolhwa on the bed.
“...Once won't hurt.”
I stripped off her pants and panties, revealing her smooth, pink pussy greeting me. I kneaded her tits until she got wet—drenched, really—then pulled out my cock and slid it in.
“Huu...!”
Since she was out cold, the tightness was looser, but it was still premium pussy. I kept thrusting into her unconscious cunt.
It might look like rape, but this was makeup sex. Who faints in front of me? And she'd love it anyway, so yeah—makeup sex.
Squish, thrust! Squiiiish! I savored her inner walls while pistoning my hips. After just two strokes, I dumped my load into her womb.
“Huu...”
Cumming inside an unconscious woman was thrilling as hell. After finishing, I started moving again.
“Once... more...!”
Should be fine. Thrust—and I came again right away. Too fast? You try this pussy! It's that fucking good!
Seolhwa's pussy was clearly superior to Mom's. I exposed her bare tits, kneading one with one hand while gripping her waist with the other. Her free tit jiggled with every thrust, adding visual pleasure.
Squish—third creampie already. Not even a minute... Squish. I pinched her nipple lightly, and her pussy clenched. Couldn't hold back—I flooded her again.
Her womb was already full of cum. The man she worshipped got raped her while she was passed out.
“Huu...”
Squish—I pulled out and shot one more on her. Her pussy was cum-saturated; as soon as I withdrew, it gushed out.
“...”
Raping an unconscious woman felt... honestly great. No guilt, since I knew she'd forgive me.
“...She'll clean it up herself.”
I left Seolhwa like that and went home.
An hour after Min-jun left, Seolhwa opened her eyes.
“Ugh... Min-jun... ahh... why does my pussy feel so weird.... Huh...?!”
Her heart sank. Cum was leaking from her pussy. And so much it soaked the sheets. Yet she still felt tons left inside.
“....”
Had she been gangbanged? By who? She'd fainted listening to Min-jun. She hated herself for such a disgraceful act in front of him.
...Was it punishment from Min-jun, making men gangbang her? If so, she deserved it.
“...Min-jun did it...”
Plausible. He was so virile, with massive loads. Seolhwa quietly concluded and called someone.
“~Ooh? What's up? Didn't you say our ties were cut forever~?”
“Help me.”
“...What's wrong?”
The woman on the other end turned serious hearing Seolhwa's voice. If Seolhwa asked for help, it was deadly serious or dangerous.
“Feels like I got raped, but I'm not sure if it was Min-jun or some other guy.”
“Huu... got it. Calm down and collect the cum. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Seolhwa hung up, sealed the cum in a container, and calmed her trembling body. If another man had defiled her... she couldn't stay by Min-jun's side. The anxiety gnawed at her.
It was a big deal. Her friend—practically Min-jun's person too—had been raped. This was a challenge to Min-jun.
Seolhwa's friend and colleague Scarlett immediately called the DNA analysis team leader.
“Scarlett? What's the matter?”
“One of Min-jun's people seems to have been raped. I need a DNA test via semen.”
“Wha... Where's the semen?!”
“Transport's starting soon. Be ready to test immediately when it arrives.”
“Got it.”
She hung up and called the Korean government next.
“This is Scarlett. Someone close to Min-jun has—”
“What?! We'll handle it right—”
The DNA test confirmed it was Min-jun's, but from that day, secret surveillance and protection around him ramped up. They pulled personnel worldwide, with insane competition. Even limiting to women, 20,000 applied for 300 spots—all elite, stunning beauties. They all volunteered hoping to be chosen by Min-jun while working.
Thus, 300 gorgeous agents were permanently stationed within 1km of Min-jun's life radius.