The Senator's Indulgence
Meanwhile, the night in Seoul deepened as if it had nothing to do with their hell.
With a heavy engine roar, the black Ecu sedan slid to a stop right in front of the massive gate of the mansion in Pyeongchang-dong.
The driver hurriedly got out and opened the rear door, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in a perfectly tailored, high-end suit.
The pinnacle of power that moved the Republic of Korea, four-term Member of Parliament Han Minguk.
A faint fatigue from the exhausting debate in the National Assembly lingered on his face.
He loosened his tie slightly and walked through the grand entrance hall into the house.
Only the sound of his shoes echoed hollowly on the cold marble floor.
The spacious living room, reminiscent of a gallery, was filled with expensive furniture and paintings, but no human warmth could be felt.
< p > "Kim Yeosa." < /p >
A low, authoritative voice sliced through the air.
Soon after, a maid in a white uniform ran out from the kitchen at a brisk pace.
< p > "Yes, Senator. You are here." < /p >
The maid bowed deeply to greet him.
Without giving her a glance, Han Minguk asked casually.
< p > "Has Seoyeon not come in today?" < /p >
His question mixed a light irritation at the daily routine not being kept, rather than concern for his daughter's well-being.
The maid answered without any hesitation, having memorized the response.
< p > "Ah, the young lady contacted and said she would sleep at her friend's house last night." < /p >
"Friend's house?"
Han Minguk frowned slightly. He didn't like the free-spiritedness of these days. His own daughter was no exception.
< p > "Tsk. Fine, then, get some water ready in the bathtub." < /p >
With that said, he headed straight to his study on the second floor.
His daughter's overnight stay was to him a trivial happening, less important than checking the morning newspaper tomorrow.
He couldn't imagine where his daughter was now, what she looked like, or what horrific things she was enduring. No need to, no reason to.
After returning from the study, Han Minguk headed straight to the bedroom.
He familiarly loosened his tie and threw it away, then began unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt made of premium fabric one by one.
What caught his eye was a framed photo of his daughter placed in one corner of the bedroom.
On graduation day, Han Seoyeon smiling brightly wearing a bachelor's cap. His only headache and at the same time the most perfect trophy.
He stared at the photo for a moment, then turned his head as if losing interest.
And threw the unbuttoned shirt carelessly on a chair, saying to the maid outside the door.
< p > "If Seoyeon isn't here today, come into the bathroom." < /p >
His voice was extremely dry, but it carried the weight of an inescapable command.
The maid's shoulders trembled slightly. She hesitated for a moment, then forced out a calm voice.
< p > "Have you not eaten dinner...?" < /p >
< p > "Today, I'm not hungry." < /p >
While unfastening his belt, Han Minguk answered quietly. A faint, disgusting smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
< p > "Instead... I need to eat something else." < /p >
His quiet voice was like shackles binding the maid's whole body.
< p > "N... no... Senator..." < /p >
The maid barely answered with a trembling voice. After working in this house for decades, she still couldn't get used to this moment.
She mechanically turned her body and headed to the large bathroom at the end of the second-floor corridor.
One step, one step. Her footsteps were as heavy as a condemned prisoner heading to the execution ground.
She stopped in front of the bathroom door for a moment, closing her eyes tightly.
And with a trembling hand, she began unbuttoning the buttons of her worn-out uniform one by one. Her body, thin and wrinkled from rough labor, without vitality, was exposed to the cold air of the corridor.
After removing all her remaining underwear, she had to grab the bathroom door handle with her perfect naked body.
< p > "Creak..." < /p >
The old hinges screamed as the door slowly opened.
In the steamy bathroom, the large marble bathtub was already filled with hot water.
And inside it, Han Minguk, the owner of this house and her master, was submerged with eyes closed.
She quietly closed the door and carefully stepped on the wet floor of the bathroom.
< p > "You're here." < /p >
Without opening his eyes, he recognized her presence.
Without saying a word, the maid approached from behind him and stood.
She generously lathered soap foam on the soft bath sponge on the shelf.
And began to carefully wipe his master's broad and firm back.
***
The soap foam on the sponge flowed down Han Minguk's firm back.
The maid, like a machine, wiped his back, shoulders, and every corner of his arms with precise hand movements.
In the steamy bathroom, only the sound of water and the sound of her sponge brushing against the skin filled the air.
After wiping every part of her body, Han Minguk slowly opened his eyes. His gaze turned to the maid's voluptuous naked body who was wiping his back.
The breasts with elasticity not matching her age, and the softly spread white buttocks.
He let out a satisfied sigh and gestured with his chin to his lower body.
In the hot water of the bathtub, his penis was half-raised and swaying faintly.
< p > "Now, wipe here." < /p >
With those words, the maid's hand froze for a moment. Without saying anything, she placed the sponge in her hand on the shelf.
After hesitating for a moment, she soon knelt silently on the cold marble floor beside the bathtub as if resigned.
Over the rippling waves, her long black hair spread out.
Her trembling hand entered the hot water. Her fingers gently wrapped around his thick penis with prominent veins.
Familiar yet always unfamiliar sensation.
She slowly brought the master's penis to her lips.
Opening her tightly closed eyes, the swollen glans was right in front of her nose.
Obeying her master's command, she slightly parted her dry lips.
Her soft lips carefully touched the tip of the hard glans.
But instead of satisfaction, a faint irritation appeared on his face.
< p > "Don't lick." < /p >
With a low voice, Han Minguk commanded.
< p > "Deep down to the root, swallow it properly." < /p >
While leaning his back against the edge of the bathtub, he adjusted his body into a comfortable posture.
Meanwhile, he grabbed the maid's hair roughly.
Her hair tangled between his fingers, and the pain of her scalp being pulled made the maid let out a small moan. Resistance was not allowed.
Resigned, she opened her mouth wide. The huge penis with prominent veins filled her entire field of vision.
She slowly accepted her master's penis into her mouth.
The swollen glans slid past the tongue root and into the throat.
< p > "Kek! Kek, kuh..." < /p >
Her breath was blocked. Nausea rose up, and tears flowed from her eyes involuntarily.
When she tried to pull her head back reflexively, Han Minguk increased the strength in the hand holding her hair.
He pressed her head down as is and thrust his penis all the way in.
The maid's throat was completely blocked by the huge flesh.
< p > "Pu-duk, pu-duk." < /p >
His balls touched her chin, making a wet sound.
The maid, with eyes rolled back unable to breathe, flailed her arms with saliva and tears dripping from the corners of her mouth.
But Han Minguk didn't care and used her mouth like a toilet, slowly moving his hips.
Her painful moans were nothing but the ultimate foreplay to him.
< p > "Pu-wook, pu-wook." < /p >
Like using the maid's throat as a toilet to discharge his lust.
His body, which had been thrusting her mouth repeatedly, soon began to tremble.
< p > "Kruuu..." < /p >
Hot, thick semen gushed out, soaking the inside of her throat messily.
Along with the suffocating pain, the maid had to feel the disgusting fishy taste traveling down her throat.
With a satisfied moan, he raised his body. As his penis came out, the maid, lying on the floor, coughed while gagging.
From the corners of her mouth, the semen and saliva he had ejaculated mixed to create white foam.
Without giving the maid's pathetic appearance a second glance, he got out of the bathtub and wiped his body carelessly with a large towel.
< p > "When Seoyeon returns," < /p >
Looking at his own face reflected in the mirror, he said quietly.
On his face, the lust from just now was gone, and only a cold, calculating politician remained.
< p > "Make her stay quietly at home." < /p >
Throwing the towel on the floor, he left the bathroom.
< p > "The election is not far away." < /p >
His voice was so calm.
As if the act of trampling on a woman's dignity just now was as trivial as deciding the evening menu.
The bathroom where he disappeared.
The maid lay on the floor for a long time. With a trembling hand, she picked up her scattered clothes from the floor and put them on.
And, like wiping away dirt, she roughly rubbed her lips stained with her master's semen.
Her empty eyeballs held the image of her own aging and shabby appearance reflected in the bathroom mirror.
And beyond that, the face of 'the young lady' smiling brightly, locked in the frame, was visible.
She thought. Does that young lady know the real face of that man who calls her 'Father'?