T-16 Quest 3
U Mi-young, the section chief who'd been in T-12, had returned to T-16. That meant there was something in it for her. She was clearly gunning for the quest rewards. The only reason a woman who loved Department Head Choi Dong-jin would offer her pussy to me was one: [Betray those who trust you and plunge them into despair.] [Corrupt pitiful souls with terror.] She'd earn my trust, then stab me in the back. Which meant, for now, I was safe. All I had to do was enjoy Section Chief U Mi-young to my heart's content.
[Betray those who trust you and plunge them into despair.]
[Corrupt pitiful souls with terror.]
'Quest, you fucking rock.' If it weren't for that guy earlier, I wouldn't have even known quests existed. Section Chief U Mi-young was offering her body to win my trust. Most guys develop trust in a woman after sex. That's the scary power of pussy. Thanks to that, my balls were drained dry in my first-ever threesome. Splurt, splurt. Spurt, spurt. My first load started filling both women's pussies at once. Hot semen trickled down between their joined cunts.
Smooch. Slurp...
"Ahh... President-nim's cum... inside us..."
Section Chief U Mi-young's bun shook as she hit her climax. Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi shuddered violently too, taking it all in. White cum leaked from between their pussies. Their clits still rubbed against each other, stimulating relentlessly, while their cunts clenched to milk every last drop. My cock moved slowly between their sandwich of joined pussies. Every time U Mi-young rocked, her massive tits jiggled, and Jin Sun-mi's perky ones swayed rhythmically. Squish... Slurp. Smooch, slurp...
U Mi-young kissed Jin Sun-mi deeply, tongues entwining as I thrust even deeper into their cunts.
"Hng... Sun-mi-ssi... the president... inside us..."
U Mi-young's bun came undone as she crested again. Jin Sun-mi bucked hard, climaxing too. Their pussies squeezed my cock, wringing out the final drops.
"President-nim, hold on! Hold it in! Creampie me first!"
U Mi-young's deep, gripping pussy swallowed my cock whole. Her vaginal walls contracted softly yet fiercely, squeezing tight. She was dead set on claiming the load solo.
"Ahh... President-nim... does my inside... feel good...?"
She circled her hips. Her cervix was like a tiny vacuum cleaner, sweetly sucking my glans. Jin Sun-mi fondled U Mi-young's tits from the side, watching us fuck.
U Mi-young's pussy felt like a hose packed with tiny nubs. Her walls were ridged and bumpy, wriggling around my cock.
"Ahh... President-nim... feel my wrinkles inside...?"
Every deep thrust sent heaven-sent pleasure surging through me. No one at the company knew she'd borne a child. This grip wasn't from a mother. Her walls stimulated like thousands of tiny tongues lapping at my shaft. Pffft... Pssht. Squish... Squish.
"Section Chief-nim... your inside... is incredible..."
Her cervix pressed against my glans like it was trying to open. The little mouth inside fluttered, sucking me in. Deep within, countless wrinkles kneaded and gripped, delivering ultimate bliss. Section Chief U Mi-young's pussy was a coral reef of rugged walls. Deep inside, wriggling folds clenched my cock. Squish, squish. Squish.
"Ahh... President-nim... my wrinkles inside... they're sucking you in. All my wrinkles... are yours..."
With every deep thrust, her cervix strained to open. Stylish Section Chief U Mi-young, her intellectual bun making her every man's idol. Now, her womb itself had become smart. Jin Sun-mi suckled U Mi-young's nipple, watching us merge. Like she was taking notes. If Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi mastered Section Chief U Mi-young's techniques too, we'd have a monster on our hands.
I gripped Section Chief U Mi-young's waist tight. Her slender waist was barely a handful—even with both hands, my fingers touched. 'Damn. How does she keep this figure after childbirth?'
I locked her rhythmically moving hips and unleashed my final load, painting her insides. Splurrrt. Splurt. Splurrrt. After seven straight shots inside Section Chief U Mi-young, I pulled out to creampie Jin Sun-mi next—but U Mi-young wouldn't let me go. Her stockinged legs clamped my waist tight. She demanded her creampie. Milk leaked from her massive tits meanwhile.
Pretending it wasn't milk while I kept cumming. So diligent. Section Chief U Mi-young trying to hide her childbirth. But I wasn't one to play along. I chomped her breast with my mouth.
"Hah? N-no... don't...?"
She pushed my head away desperately. But one big slurp, and milk flooded my mouth like a waterfall. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
"What's this, Section Chief U Mi-young? You had a kid? Milk's coming out."
Her face flushed beet red. Meanwhile, I targeted her G-spot relentlessly. I'd already mapped her weaknesses from that all-nighter with her pussy-fied self.
"Haaang... Ahhhnng~ What do I do? It feels too good... President-nim... how'd you know that spot?"
I hammered her G-spot, exploiting her weakness. Milk sprayed everywhere as Section Chief U Mi-young passed out in ecstasy. Demon hunter stamina leaves demons helpless. U Mi-young's lashes fluttered in pleasure-induced blackout, savoring the afterglow, while Jin Sun-mi lay fainted beside her. Holding the company's top two beauties in one bed wasn't bad. Intellectual beauty and airhead charm. Opposite charms in a threesome. Should I claim our last of the three graces, Section Chief Shin Bo-mi, too? Sounds good. But I needed to shave President Kim Myeon-hyeong's home base first... Tch. I'll savor revenge slowly later. That's the charm of T-16.
Section Chief-nim, looking forward to working with you. This company is mine now.
p.s. Your milk was delicious.
Section Chief U Mi-young would try cozying up for future quests. The moment I trusted her, she'd plot her backstab. "Cute. But I'm here to save Nangryun-ssi..." Unintended side pussy, it seemed. No need to wake the fainted Section Chief U Mi-young for chit-chat. No comments on my board post. Guess I'd have to hunt for Nangryun myself. I headed to the Bentley showroom. I'd punched in, so next: Korea University for Nangryun, then his Paju house if not there.
The Bentley pulled up to Korea University's main gate. The campus brimmed with four years of memories. Hundred-layer flower petals scattered in the breeze, students bustling about. It looked normal at a glance, but something was off. Like everything in this world, twisted shit lurked beneath the surface.
"Nangryun's in neuroscience PhD, so Engineering Building 2nd floor lab."
Crossing campus, I scanned around. Students looked normal, but their eyes lacked spark. Shells. That's what they were. Empty husks mimicking humans using brain patterns. I headed to the Engineering Building. Daytime, high chance he'd be there. Up the 2nd floor stairs, labs lined the hall.
"Please don't be possessed."
The first lab door was half-open. Peeking in, a late-20s female grad student sat at a computer. Black-rimmed glasses, neat bun. Typical grad student. But her actions? Not at all. She pretended to code, then stood, glanced around. Seeing no one, she hiked her skirt, tugged down her panties, and started grinding her pussy on the chair edge.
'What the fuck?'
Her face was blank. But she chased sexual pleasure. Rubbing her clit on the chair corner, masturbating—yet her eyes stared at the code. Typing hands and grinding hips in perfect sync. Like programming and masturbation were one seamless task.
'Grad student's secret hobby?'
As I watched, another female grad student appeared down the hall. Coffee in hand, tired face. Long straight hair, skinny to the point of gaunt, dark circles. Classic overworked grad. She passed me and entered the next lab. Curiosity pulled me to peek. Inside, three female students with laptops—but zero research. One lay face-down on a desk piled with references, ass up, hand in her skirt fingering her pussy. Eyes on the paper like reading. Another rubbed her tits on the vibrating printer waiting for output. Nipples on shaky machine—grotesque, but her face dead serious, like awaiting results. The third was wildest: kneeling before a photo of her advisor, a 50s-looking prof. She mimed blowjob on the photo—hands gripping air, mouth wide, bobbing.
'Ah... so the advisor's a dirty fucker.'
Professor Kim Hak-do. Rumored drunk groper of grad students' tits. Famous, respected academic. Actually a perverted creep. The new coffee girl saw it all, didn't bat an eye. Sat at her spot, opened her laptop... and started rubbing the hot cup on her tits. Coffee spilled, soaking her blouse, but no pain—just grinding on her nipples. One hand typing.
'How do they even do that?'
Not desire-driven. Like glitched robots repeating buggy code.
'This is fucked up...'
I checked more labs. Third one: even weirder. A girl straddled the copier, skirt up, pussy on the glass. Each scan flashed light over her privates; she twitched faintly. Copier basket overflowed with dozens of photocopied pussy prints. Face serious, like collecting data.
'Insane...'
Others: two girls at the podium. One shone a laser pointer on the other's stockings; the other traced the red dot on her thigh with fingers.
"A survivor, huh?"
A voice from behind. I whipped around—middle-aged man. Not Professor Kim Hak-do. New face. I knew all profs. New hire... or outsider.
'Who the hell are you.'
I scanned quick. Shockingly, he was talking to me in a demon-surrounded space.