Even in Hell, I Will Have Revenge. 4.
Jin Sun-mi's adorably cute panties barely covered the bulging mound of her outer labia, and her slick love juices were already starting to drip down them. Fuck yeah. The black lace panties were soaked dark in the center, with the clear outline of her pussy visible behind it. My cock began to harden again. It thickened and lengthened, the glans swelling red.
Riiip—I yanked the panties aside, stretching them until they tore helplessly. Now her pussy was fully exposed. The plump, swollen outer labia glowed a deep pink, and the inner lips peeked out between them, already parted. She was plenty aroused. Those thick outer lips were primed to grip tight. Love juices flowed endlessly from the slight gap in between. Her clit peeked slightly from its hood, and her vaginal entrance gaped open, revealing the pink mucosa inside. Never seen a hole like this before. Wow. Shit. She was fully prepped for fucking.
I grabbed Jin Sun-mi's slender waist and slowly leaned in. As the head of my cock touched her entrance, she let out a small moan. I rubbed the glans against it for a moment to coat it in her juices, then slowly pushed in.
"Ahhh…♡"
Her light moan echoed erotically. Pleasure pierced her body, half-closing her eyes and parting her lips to reveal a glimpse of tongue. I thrust all the way in at once, and her vaginal walls clamped down tight around my cock. The inside was hot and slippery, contracting rhythmically to embrace me.
Fucking the company's top beauty right in the president's office... something I'd never even dreamed of. Her insides gripped me unbelievably tight, the folds of her vaginal walls stimulating my shaft. Every thrust produced squelch, slurp sounds, her juices soaking my cock and balls.
"Haaang…♡ Slurp… squelch…"
The intense pleasure of her pussy squeezing me, Jin Sun-mi sticking out her tongue for a kiss. Her red lips approached mine, tongue peeking out, full of desire. 'Uh. That's a problem. That's the tongue that sucked Kim Myeon-hyeong's dick.'
Her vacant eyes looked hypnotized, making it even hotter. Those once arrogant, haughty eyes now glistened with lust. Pupils dilated, gaze unfocused. The explosive release of dopamine and oxytocin from sexual arousal seemed to have completely hijacked her brain.
I grabbed her throat and shoved her head down. No kissing today. Brush that tongue first. Pressing hard on her neck pinned her upper body flat on the desk. In this position, her pussy clenched even tighter, letting my cock sink deeper.
"Hngh…♡ Slurp… squelch… phaa…♡"
I kept her pinned to the desk, moving only my hips to drive the pleasure. Her completely dominated form under me symbolized perfect control. Juices splashed with every back-and-forth thrust, wet squelching filling the office.
"Pchuup… squelch… splurt… splurt…"
Am I pretty alpha-male now? Jin Sun-mi had her neck gripped in my right hand, pinned beneath me, but her long legs wrapped around my ass, sucking at my cum like a vacuum as her hips bucked. Her toes curled in ecstasy, leg muscles taut. Her waist moved rhythmically, matching my thrusts.
"Slurp… squelch… squish… squelch…"
Her technique and grip felt pro-level, not amateur. Contracting internal muscles rhythmically to tease my cock, subtle hip rotations stimulating from multiple angles. Despite her model looks, her sexual skills screamed experience. But I wasn't falling behind. I was the one pounding down from above.
I unleashed the aggressive alpha-male sex I'd never tried before. "Hngh…♡ Haaaang…♡ Slurrrp…" Violent sex while choking her throat. Fucking her with just her panties off, suit still on—that was a hot scenario. Her breasts under the blouse were cupped in a bra, showing only white cleavage curves. I reached behind, unhooked the bra. Sweat-soaked tits clung to the damp blouse. Her nipples, hard from arousal, poked clearly through the fabric. Those pink nipples were bad for my heart.
The suit skirt was hiked to her waist, garter belt and stockings adorning her lower body. My slamming thrusts made Jin Sun-mi's eyes start to roll back. Pupils expanding, eyelids half-closed, gaze drifting upward—she was nearing climax. Her insides gripped harder, contractions speeding up.
"Hngh…♡ Haaaang…♡ Slurrrp…♡ Ahhh…♡"
Even with vacant eyes, her face twitched subtly from pleasure. Sweat beaded on her forehead, lips reddened more, cheeks flushed. Dopamine and endorphin explosions in her brain were reshaping her expression.
That's when I noticed Kim Myeon-hyeong jerking off right beside us. 'This twenty-something punk is stroking his rock-hard dick right next to me?' His cock was fully erect, hand pumping fast. His eyes stared between Jin Sun-mi's spread legs. This adulterous bastard?
I gripped her waist with both hands and finished with a creampie. As I erupted deep inside, she arched her back like a bow, climaxing. Her walls clenched my cock hard, contracting rhythmically, gulping every drop.
"Haaaaang…♡ Nngh…♡ Slurrrp…♡"
The satisfying fuck ended, and I immediately targeted Kim Myeon-hyeong's balls with an upward kick. A brutal hectopascal kick aimed dead-center. My toes nailed his nutsack perfectly.
Thwack!!
"Gaaahhh…"
Can't have this arrogant boss jerking off while watching the leader fuck. It was a rage-fueled kick. It landed hard—something burst under my toes. His sack wrapped around my foot, something inside popping like a ripe persimmon.
His erection deflated instantly. Balls swelling badly. His blank face hid massive shock. Eyes wide, mouth agape, no sound. Shock paralyzed his vocal nerves. Delayed pain made his legs buckle. He collapsed, clutching his balls, curling up, gasping.
Severe testicular trauma brings abdominal pain, vomiting, shock. He showed all of it. Pinpoint pupils. Blood from his urethra—testicle rupture confirmed.
"Huuuugh…"
Pain hit late; he screamed, clutching his gut, rolling on the floor. Bloodstain spreading on his pants. Pop. The bursting sound echoed. Not a hallucination—his balls really exploded.
"Uuuuugh…"
Sweat-drenched, his face paled. Beyond bruise—a rupture. Fertility wrecked for sure. Whatever. No need to spare an adulterer's balls. Eunuch hectopascal kick. The adulterer's end. If impotent, he can't fuck his wife—revenge on her too. Now Jin Sun-mi was mine. Be grateful I didn't kill him. And your woman tasted great.
I picked up the family photo on Kim Myeon-hyeong's desk. Wife and daughters smiling brightly. All beauties. His wife elegant beauty, different from Jin Sun-mi; daughters pretty like mom.
'This is your main base, huh?'
I sharpened another blade of revenge. New boss takes the old boss's females. 'Raid my base, yours gets raided too. Right?'
I smirked down at writhing Kim Myeon-hyeong. His weakness was mine now. Two households: sweet Korean family home, Japanese love nest with my ex-wife Shin Serin. I'd gut both. Especially Shin Serin—grand finale.
My brain excels at this. Revenge is sweet. Don't touch family? My grudge is endless. Even as a ghost, I'd avenge. Gotta settle it, even if I become a demon.
I sat in the chair, pulled Jin Sun-mi onto my lap. Warm juices flowed endlessly between her ass cheeks. Round two began. Stripping her would be great, but her long-legged suit look was plenty satisfying.
"Haaaang~♥"
Jin Sun-mi's beautiful face covered mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Eh? Caught off-guard by the surprise kiss. Lips softer, wetter than imagined. Her hot tongue exploring felt better than expected. But disgust too. These lips and tongue sucked Kim Myeon-hyeong's dick dozens of times.
Yet... it sparked conquest over revulsion. His concubine, his sex toy, now fully submitted to me. Because I hacked her brain. Neuroscientists might scare hypnotists more. I was proving it.
Shell brains remember actions sans meaning/context. Hers redefined: my praise, loyalty to me. Lucky start—saving her from him built rapport; his conditioned fear/submission mirrored to me via mirror neurons, solidified by oxytocin boosting trust/bonding, seeing me as superior.
Began as power succession, ended in oxytocin overload enslaving her to me.
"Slurp squelch slurp slurp."
Didn't want to kiss, but her lips clung. Fine, go with it. I pushed my tongue in too. Spit into her mouth—no swallowing hers.
Her kissing was pro. Delicate tongue teasing my mouth, lips sucking softly, light teeth nips. Professional.
"Squelch… slurp…"
Saliva-swapping lewdness echoed. While kissing, her ass ground subtly on me. Suit skirt revealed smooth legs spread over chair arms; heels dangled, toes twitching.
'Kisses like a pro. Fuck.'
I paused, checked her face. Lips swollen red, lipstick smeared. Vacant eyes pure lust—no reason, self. Just instinctual sex drive, submission to me.
Sudden thought: 'Her brain's hacked—maybe verbal commands work?'
Talking to shells reveals humanity. Pastor arrested, possessed—why I stayed silent. Demon in Jin Sun-mi bound to her brain, hers to me. Risky, but worth trying.
...Plus, I'm a demon hunter. Don't pussy out. Fuck.