Base Razing 2
I gazed at Kim Gayeong's chubby cheeks and thought she was cute. This adorable girl got a shitty upbringing and went around abusing her power. I went back down to the first floor and sat next to Seo Ji-hye. She was still engrossed in her knitting. The only sound breaking the silence was the needles clicking through the yarn.
"Seo Ji-hye... how's married life with your husband, President Kim Myeon-hyeong?"
She paused her knitting and looked at me. Then she flashed a Joker smile again. It hung on her face like a mask.
"You know that bastard's shacking up with another woman besides me?"
Seo Ji-hye's hands froze. Her empty eyes seemed to flicker faintly. The fingers gripping the needles trembled slightly. Even as a shell, the provocative words "husband" and "affair" stirred some faint remnant of memory inside her.
I gently wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She flinched but didn't resist. Her body was warm, but it felt more like maintained body temperature than the heat of life.
"Your husband's set up house in Japan with my wife... You're the side chick now." I whispered low in her ear. I felt her body tense. The fine hairs on her nape stood on end.
"You gonna put up with that bullshit? You're a power-abusing bitch too. Don't you want revenge on Kim Myeon-hyeong? He's loaded, so you just suck it up and deal? Fucking pathetic."
My hand slid over her silk nightgown toward her breast. Soft, full sensation. She drew in a slight breath but showed no other reaction. Her blank face only fueled my thirst for revenge.
"Kim Myeon-hyeong must cherish you, right? Wonder how he'd feel if I turned you into my personal fuckhole?"
Her skin was incredibly smooth and soft. So taut that the light reflected off her tanned flesh. The thought of Kim Myeon-hyeong chasing someone else's wife despite having such a beautiful one filled me with disgust and rage.
"Your husband's not fucking you anymore, is he? His balls are busted—impotent now. That was my doing. The prick even has a fuck-room bed in his office for screwing his secretary."
Her eyes flickered again. A bigger reaction this time. Her lips quivered faintly... her breathing grew a touch ragged. Mentioning her husband had touched something inside her. But it wasn't sorrow or anger—just confusion.
Her full breasts sagged naturally under gravity. I lightly rolled her pink nipple between my fingers.
"Seo Ji-hye... you're a rude bitch who abused your power and drove people to death. Maybe that's why you're in hell? Birds of a feather with demons."
My fingers softly stroked her nipple. Her body twitched, the bud slowly hardening. Regardless of her will, her flesh responded to the stimulation.
"But hey... looks like you secretly enjoyed anal behind Kim Myeon-hyeong's back? Cheating slut?"
Her breathing steadied. I laid her back on the sofa. She complied like a pliant doll. Pulling down her nightgown bottoms revealed smooth legs and black lace panties. Kim Myeon-hyeong's taste, huh.
"His favorite lingerie?"
I pushed the panties aside and checked her pussy. Neatly groomed. But dry as a long-unused spring.
"Not getting wet? Or... sexless marriage?"
My fingers gently rubbed her clit. Her hips bucked slightly. Her body was responding. Her pussy began to moisten slowly.
"In the end, you're just a female animal. Your body craves pleasure no matter what you think."
I slid my fingers inside her. Tight but hot interior. Her walls reflexively clenched around them.
"Ah...!"
A sound leaked from her lips for the first time. An involuntary, instinctual moan. Her empty eyes widened briefly before returning to normal.
"Make some noise. No one's listening anyway. Your daughter'll be moaning with you soon enough."
Then she gripped my wrist tightly. Like a signal not to touch her daughter.
"Even hedgehogs protect their young, huh. Fuck."
I worked my fingers to stimulate her insides. Her body started trembling more. Her juices soaked my fingers. Her flesh was succumbing to pleasure bit by bit.
"Getting wet now, Kim Myeon-hyeong's bitch."
I dropped my pants and positioned myself between her legs. I aligned my hard cock with her entrance. Her body tensed.
"Gonna fuck the hole Kim Myeon-hyeong pounded... Cover his traces with mine."
I pushed in slowly but firmly. Her insides were hot and slick. Her walls writhed around my cock. Her body resisted, but it was powerless against pleasure.
"Hngh...!"
Her body arched like a bow. I grabbed her waist and started thrusting in earnest. Slap! Slap! Slap! Flesh smacking echoed through the living room. Her full breasts jiggled wildly. A glint of pleasure began to flicker in her empty eyes. Her lips parted, ragged breaths escaping.
"Just like Kim Myeon-hyeong fucked my wife, me fucking his is only fair."
I whispered in her ear and drove my hips harder. Her moans grew louder. No longer pain—they were cries of ecstasy drowned in pleasure.
"Haa... haang...!"
Her walls clenched hard around my cock. She was nearing orgasm. Her body shivered.
"Not yet. Save the climax."
I stopped. She looked up at me, puzzled. Confusion and longing mixed in her eyes.
"Gotta call your daughter. More fun if she watches Mom get it. Family bonding time."
I gripped her chin and shouted upstairs. My voice rang cold and cruel.
"Kim Gayeong! Get down here! Watch what happens to your mom!"
Moments later, Kim Gayeong crept down the stairs, hesitant in her preppy outfit, face pale with fear. Her eyes brimmed with terror.
"!!"
She froze at the sight of her naked mom tangled with me on the sofa. Her small body trembled faintly.
"Come here. Your turn's coming."
At my command, she approached reluctantly. Tears welled in her eyes. She shot her mom a pleading look, but Seo Ji-hye just stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Your dad's fucking my wife. So I'm fucking you mother-daughter duo. Fair trade."
I pulled out of Seo Ji-hye and approached Kim Gayeong. She tried to back away, but I seized her arm. Her slender wrist felt like it might snap in my grip.
"..."
"I'll make you like your mom. No—worse."
I ripped open her preppy blouse buttons. Perky, budding breasts emerged. Not fully developed, but swelling nicely. Blue veins showed through pale skin.
"Hic...!"
Kim Gayeong burst into sobs. I stripped off her skirt too. Plain white cotton panties. She tried covering herself with her hands, but it was futile.
"Hng...!"
She begged her mom on the sofa, but Seo Ji-hye stared blankly into space. No reaction even seeing her daughter like this. It made me crueler. Maybe behind those empty eyes, her soul was screaming, watching it all.
I yanked down Kim Gayeong's panties and checked her little pussy. Clean and pure, not even peach fuzz. That innocence only stoked my urge to destroy.
"What would your dad think seeing this? His dirty-blooded daughter defiled?"
I laid her on the sofa next to her mom and spread her legs. Her small body shook violently in terror. She struggled desperately, but couldn't match my strength. I pressed my cock to her tiny entrance. Her eyes filled with despair.
"Kim Myeon-hyeong's bloodline needs drying out. Get pregnant with my kid."
I plunged in without hesitation. Far too big for her small body.
"Kya aaak!"
Kim Gayeong's scream filled the living room. Her hymen tore, hot blood flowing. Her body convulsed.
"Hweong... it hurts... hurts so much..."
I'd known from the start she was a survivor. But revenge wouldn't wait. Ignoring her cries, I started thrusting. The tight, dry friction amplified the pain. Yet a twisted conquest surged through me. Defiling Kim Myeon-hyeong's daughter, his precious treasure. Trampling his genes with mine.
"Your dad... should see this... you crying like this."
I grabbed her hair and turned her face toward her mom. Her tear-soaked eyes met her mom's empty gaze.
"Look. Your mom's getting it too. You two are just my playthings now."
Seo Ji-hye stared blankly into space. No reaction to her daughter's suffering. It fueled my cruelty. Her indifference felt like silent approval.
I pounded Kim Gayeong harder. Her small body shook helplessly with my thrusts. Face smeared with tears and snot, twisted in pain and fear. Her purity shattered beneath my cock.
"Please... stop..."
As her pleas faded, I came inside her. Hot semen filled her young womb. Kim Gayeong slumped, barely breathing. Her eyes were dead.
I pulled out and went back to Seo Ji-hye. Her pussy was still wet. She'd gotten aroused watching her daughter's screams and agony.
"Your turn now. Pound you harder with daughter watching."
I entered her again. Her body took me more readily. Her walls hot and gripping.
"How's it feel getting fucked in front of your kid? What if your husband finds out?"
I whispered and thrust. Her eyes flickered briefly, then went empty again. Her brain rejecting the reality.
I alternated between mother and daughter. Their bodies mere tools for my lust and revenge. Seo Ji-hye's voluptuous form and Kim Gayeong's youthful one—I poured my hatred for Kim Myeon-hyeong into them. Their moans, tears, empty eyes—sacrifices on my altar of vengeance.
Hours passed. The living room reeked of cum, juices, tears, sweat. Mother and daughter collapsed on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling like soulless dolls. My marks etched deep into their flesh.
I dressed and looked down at them. My rage had eased a bit, but my thirst for revenge grew stronger.
"Don't think this is over. It's just the start. Kim Myeon-hyeong, I'll take everything from you."
My revenge on Kim Myeon-hyeong had truly begun. I'd destroy his treasures one by one, slowly. His wife and daughter were the first offerings.
I left the empty-eyed duo and walked out. Glancing back at Seo Ji-hye as I exited. Like Kim Gayeong the survivor, Seo Ji-hye was one too. The gag was they didn't know about each other. Seo Ji-hye's shell acting was better than Yuri-na's but worse than Han Areum's.