Pulling Strings is Hard 2
The chill of the cold marble floor crept up her spine. The lavish lights in the WJ Entertainment president's office were off, and only the faint glow of city lights filtering through the windows illuminated the naked bodies of the two women, streaked with semen and tears.
U Mi-young struggled to lift her exhausted body. Every joint in her screamed in protest. Beside her, Han Areum trembled like a newborn foal, barely managing to prop up her upper body. Her once-perfect makeup was a smeared mess of tears and cum, hideous and ruined.
"Haa... haa..."
Han Areum's ragged breathing shattered the silence. She stared blankly down at her hands. Those hands had licked, sucked, and serviced the Demon King's cock. It was for revenge, but reality was crashing down hard.
"Unnie... what... what happens to us now...?" Her voice quivered, thick with moisture, on the verge of breaking.
Instead of answering, U Mi-young snatched her crumpled blouse from the sofa. Her fingers lacked strength, fumbling and dropping it several times.
"Get up first. We can't stay here like this."
U Mi-young's voice was icy and sunken, but beneath it boiled a fury and humiliation even she could barely contain.
Staggering to her feet, she glanced down at her bruised body. The Demon King's brutal sex had been overwhelming. Her self-esteem and human dignity lay shattered. Even now, her mouth felt gritty with sand. She recalled the scene: her head stomped underfoot, fucked like a dog.
The Demon King had crushed the back of her head, twisting her nose until she could barely breathe. When she begged for mercy, gasping for air, he had shoved his cock into her panting mouth.
"Hoo..."
Blasphemous as it was, she couldn't help thinking Park Woojin would have been better. With him, there had been at least some connection, a sense of being cherished. But the White Masked Demon King was different. Purely violent sex—humiliating enough to make her regret being born a woman.
"Unnie... you okay?"
"Yeah... you okay too, Areum?"
"...Yeah."
The two beauties comforted each other. With U Mi-young's support, Han Areum finally stood. The sensation of the Demon King's semen trickling down between her thighs twisted her face again.
"But... the Demon King's cock... it was exactly like that bastard Park Woojin's..."
Han Areum whispered, her voice laced with terror and a faint, unwilling recognition of the truth she wanted to deny.
"Don't talk nonsense."
U Mi-young snapped sharply. She had thought the same but was desperately denying it. The Demon King and a demon hunter couldn't be the same person. It was unthinkable, something that would upend the foundations of their world.
"But it was exactly the same! The size, the shape, even the smell... that heat when he came inside me... it was identical to what the Demon King just did!"
Han Areum's voice rose hysterically. She couldn't deny the memory etched into her body.
U Mi-young lightly slapped her cheek.
Slap!
"Get a grip, Han Areum! You're just overwhelmed by the Demon King's power. Not every big cock is the same. How could a demon hunter's dick compare to His Majesty's superior cock? They're on a different level—totally different league!"
U Mi-young shouted as if affirming it to herself. But her heart raced with unease. The texture her tongue remembered, the overwhelming size that had pierced her throat—it was too similar to the humiliation from Park Woojin. And during her training under him, hadn't she learned every inch of him? Just standing before him made her drip with arousal. Now, facing the 'White Masked Demon King' did the same, as if conditioned by Park Woojin.
No... it can't be. Just a coincidence.
"Shut up! You're confused because it's so huge!"
U Mi-young yelled at herself. Doubting the sacred Demon King was blasphemy. She vented her rage to mask her turmoil.
Han Areum flinched and fell silent. The two dressed wordlessly—semen-stained dresses and disheveled blouses. Their wretched state clearly told the tale of what had happened here.
"What now, unnie? Will the Demon King... help us? He promised to descend if Park Woojin falls into pleasure... but why does Park Woojin have to be the one pleasured for him to descend?"
Han Areum asked anxiously. U Mi-young bit her lip. A godlike Demon King had promised. Such a divine being wouldn't speak idly.
"The White Masked Demon King feeds on pleasure as energy, so he needs the sacrifice's ecstasy..."
U Mi-young drew the most logical conclusion in their situation.
"Ah! Right. He descends using Park Woojin's pleasure?"
Han Areum nodded at U Mi-young's reasoning. The two geniuses had no choice but to accept it.
"Hmm... but if we fail, we become that bastard Park Woojin's sex slaves..."
"We can't fail..."
"Unnie... actually... never mind."
Han Areum started to speak but shook her head. U Mi-young knew what she meant. She clenched her fist until blood welled. Deep down, they found becoming the Demon King's pleasure toys even harder to bear than Park Woojin's sex slaves. They regretted their foolish plea to the Demon King.
"Still, we have two cards to play."
U Mi-young said with resolve, her eyes gleaming coldly.
"Park Woojin... we either kill him with our own hands or drown him in pleasure."
"Right. We wouldn't be like this if it weren't for that fucker."
Han Areum's anger naturally turned toward Park Woojin.
"Areum. Truth is, after being trained by him... it's easy to make him fall into pleasure. I... cum first."
Han Areum nodded. The same went for her—she'd climax before ensnaring Park Woojin.
"Unnie, what if... we find an accomplice?"
U Mi-young gripped her shoulder.
"Yeah. Use a woman he'd like to set a trap and drown that bastard in pleasure."
Their gazes met in the air, the same flame burning in their eyes. The humiliation from the Demon King hadn't broken them—it had forged them harder, crueler.
"Let's get out of here first. And... remake the plan. Very meticulously."
U Mi-young led Han Areum out of the president's office. Behind them, the empty room reeked of the Demon King's semen, thick with the women's seething thirst for revenge.
The next day at the office, U Mi-young looked no different from usual. Perfectly ironed blouse, tightly sprayed bun fixed rigidly in place without a single strand out of place, and a blank face hinting at cold intellect. But her mind whirled more complexly than ever.
Park Woojin. Demon hunter. She had to design a trap to bring him down. Kill him or drown him in pleasure... Something deadlier than the T-16 trap using Han Areum.
Park Woojin is just a company man in the end... What if he faced the temptation of the Three Beauties?
U Mi-young knew the company's most beautiful three women were called the Three Beauties: Jin Sun-mi, Shin Bomi, and herself.
She organized her thoughts and smirked.
What if I... introduce him to Jin Sun-mi and Shin Bomi?
The womanizing demon hunter Park Woojin would surely want them. That's when the opportunity would arise.
Good... Start with Shin Bomi.
A cold smile curled her lips. Shin Bomi, one of the Three Beauties and the quirky genius of the AI development team. Boyish shaggy hair, baggy clothes hiding her beauty—but U Mi-young knew her hidden potential better than anyone.
Intellectual, with a clumsy nerd vibe. She had everything to pique Park Woojin's interest.
Yes, use Shin Bomi. Bait her to hook Park Woojin.
U Mi-young didn't know Shin Bomi well—just a colleague, awkward hallway greetings. But her brilliant mind and concealed beauty were well-known.
She rose and headed to the AI development team. Entering the office, she saw Shin Bomi glued to her monitor, massive headphones on. Her desk was buried in complex code and stacked energy drink cans.
U Mi-young tapped her shoulder lightly. Startled, Shin Bomi removed her headphones and turned. Her eyes looked dazed and languid as usual, but a sharp glint flickered within.
"What is it, Manager U?"
"Care for a quick chat, Manager Shin? I've got a very interesting proposal."
A meaningful smile played on U Mi-young's lips. Their gazes clashed in the air.
As the meeting room door closed, Shin Bomi spoke first.
"Make it quick. I'm busy."
Her tone was cold. U Mi-young sat across from her, crossing her legs unperturbed.
"A really fun guy just came back to our company. Park Woojin."
Shin Bomi's eyebrow twitched faintly.
"Why him?"
"You've heard the rumors... about his special abilities?"
U Mi-young spoke vaguely, probing her reaction.
"Yeah, he registered as a B-rank hunter with the Patriot Guild. Government-backed, so his skills are obvious. What abilities?"
Shin Bomi knew more about Park Woojin than expected.
"Oh? Manager Bomi, you were interested in Park Woojin? Perfect."
"What’s perfect?"
Shin Bomi remained expressionless. Impressed by her poker face, U Mi-young got to the point.
"From what I've seen, he's no ordinary guy. Very... dangerous. But also incredibly attractive."
U Mi-young licked her lips lightly. Memories of Park Woojin stirred unwanted heat in her body.
"So, I have a favor to ask you."
"A favor?"
"Yes. Park Woojin—want to meet him tomorrow evening?"
Shin Bomi's eyes narrowed. This wasn't the U Mi-young she knew.
"Why me?"
"You two seem like a perfect match. You know he was on 'Please Take Care of the Convenience Store'? I can set it up."
"I know. But why would I meet a married man?"
"No, no. He's divorced..."
Shin Bomi's lips curved slightly at U Mi-young's fluster. U Mi-young felt pathetic defending Park Woojin but held it in.
"That's why—why meet a divorcee?"
"A beauty and genius like you is out of his league... but I bragged to Park Woojin that I'd set him up with you. We all make boasts we regret."
U Mi-young flattered her lavishly, betting on her pride.
"Meeting's not hard. But what do I get?"
Shin Bomi crossed her legs lightly, staring sharply. U Mi-young saw she was no pushover.
"Whatever you want. Budget increase, latest gear. I'll talk to the president."
Shin Bomi recalled U Mi-young handled budgets. Her lip quirked as she pondered. The offer was tempting.
"Well, one meeting's no big deal. Very attractive proposal. I want both—budget boost and new gear."
"Deal."
U Mi-young beamed. Shin Bomi was curious about Park Woojin too—the handsome chef from the show. His entry two years ago had been buzzworthy.
"Fine. Deal."
Shin Bomi extended her hand.
"But if I like him... I might keep him. Seems like your type."
Her eyes twinkled playfully. U Mi-young smiled and shook it.
"Enjoy him all you want. If you can. I failed to seduce him myself."
Shin Bomi's eyes widened slightly. Unaware it sparked her competitive spirit, their hands clasped firmly. Bound by different desires, they formed a dangerous alliance targeting Park Woojin.
That afternoon, U Mi-young sought out Park Woojin.
"Park, I have something to tell you."
"What is it, Manager?"
"How about... I set you up with someone?"
Park Woojin's eyes widened at the sudden offer.
"Pardon? A blind date?"
"There's someone perfect in our company. Smart, pretty, great personality. Matches you perfectly."
U Mi-young acted pure goodwill.
"A blind date? Unexpected."
"Shin Bomi from AI development—you know her?"
Park Woojin paused thoughtfully.
"Maybe... but I'm not in a dating mood."
"Come on, just meet her. She's gorgeous and brilliant. Tomorrow evening? I'll arrange it."
U Mi-young pressed relentlessly. After hesitation, Park Woojin nodded reluctantly.
"Alright. See you tomorrow evening."
"Great choice! No regrets."
U Mi-young left smiling brightly. Behind her, a faint smile tugged at Park Woojin's lips.