Second Revenge 1
"Master, your cock is truly the best. Not empty words, so believe me when I say it."
U Mi-young's smart, assertive tone nearly made me blurt out, "Yes, ma'am!" She was slurping away at my dick with wet schlurp-schlurp sounds. The moment I got home, she'd ambushed me and stolen it away. Sucking so hard my cheeks hollowed out, she brushed her hair behind her ear. She knew exactly what I liked—no different from a perfect secretary.
"Glurk... glurk!Glurk~ ♥"
She'd insisted on showering before work, but followed me right into the bathroom to keep up the service. Deep into her throat... glorp, glurgle. She gulped down the backflowing cum, looking up at me with a beaming smile.
"My blowjob skills have improved a lot, right? My learning ability is top-tier... so you must be satisfied."
"Can't even last a minute. Good job. When did you get this good?"
I stroked her head in praise, and a satisfied smile bloomed on U Mi-young's lips. Her speech was crisper now, radiating that sharp intellect of hers.
"Feels like an endoscopy without anesthesia, but I can handle it. My mouth-pussy has reached pro level now—which is great, but seeing a beauty with a brilliant mind reduced to a cum dump scratches my ego a bit."
Her metacognition was spot-on. Even at the office, she was the efficient type who could objectively assess herself. She wasn't just my summon anymore—she was the perfect U Mi-young.
Lick, lick. Her tongue lightly teased my glans, lapping up every last drop of leftover cum. My balls felt drained.
"I wasn't confident at licking cock, but Seo-ah does it so deliciously, so I practiced a little."
"??"
"Oh, don't give me that puzzled look. I didn't practice on anyone else's dick. I'm your summon now, after all."
She emphasized summon.
"I won't unsummon your soul anymore. You still remember that time?"
"As a summon, whether I'm eating or whatever... if you unsummon me, I have to go. Duh."
She still carried that memory deep inside—the time I'd unsummoned her mid-meal when I first met O Nangryun.
"Sorry, Mi-young. I swear I won't unsummon you ever again."
I clasped my hands together in apology.
"Got it. Have a good day! Are you coming back tonight? I need to know if I should prep ingredients ahead."
"I'll text you."
"Yes, sir. Please consider it."
She dressed me in my outer coat, straightened my clothes with a few pats, her expression impassive. I gave U Mi-young (Pu-uu) a light kiss on the forehead as thanks for her hard work.
"Not a bad reward. Alright, I'll get to the housework."
She spun around with a flourish and headed to the kitchen. Her naked ass swayed seductively. Choi Seo-ah (Retriever) looked up at me with a grumpy expression, giving a farewell.
"Seo-ah, I'm off. Guard the house good?"
Choi Seo-ah wiggled her hips. The fluffy tail attached to the anal plug in her ass swished back and forth.
Today was for sampling some personal revenge ahead of time. A demo run of payback against Ra Seung-gun, right here.
I fired up the Bentley.
"Ra Seung-gun, you're fucked today."
I arrived at the office around 11 p.m. First thing, I went to Gu Mirae's desk and placed a hand on her shoulder. She smiled—smirk—and for a split second, I recalled the real-world Gu Mirae who'd ignored me and bolted. At night, she'd hunted in her yellow costume.
"Mirae won't abandon me, right?"
Gu Mirae gripped my hand firmly, as if it were obvious. Her eyes told me, Of course not.
"Mirae, wanna hit the break room for a sec?"
I whispered low in her ear. Shells were fair game for talking now. They either clenched their jaws and played dumb, or like Gu Mirae, actually understood.
She nodded silently, stood, and followed me. The moment I shut the break room door, I pinned her against the wall. Before her Joker smile could bloom, my lips crushed hers.
"Mmph...!"
Her body I'd ravaged countless times. I unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt without hesitation. She was already used to my touch, stripping herself the rest of the way. Slender arms, cinched waist... and that perky, glossy ass. Compared to her modest tits, her ass's bounce was a work of art.
In just bra and panties, her body thrashed like a fresh-caught carp under the office fluorescents. I shoved her panties aside and thrust my cock in without pause.
The cramped break room filled with our breaths and slapping flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist, reveling in the illicit office fuck. Time to review her weak spots again, confirm her favorite positions. Door locked, we skipped lunch entirely, pounding away relentlessly.
During work hours, Gu Mirae was the perfect bitch in heat. She moved as I wanted, made the sounds I craved. Her brain was soaked in dopamine, leaking suppressed moans now and then.
I'd hoped for natural conversation via dopamine, but her words were rare, sporadic bursts.
"Hah... hah... harder..."
Just like now, buried to the womb, teasing her with a pause. Pure begging for harder thrusts to satisfy her lust. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling lightly.
"What if Mirae could communicate as naturally as U Mi-young?"
I whispered in her ear as I came deep inside her.
"Wanna finish at my place after work?"
She nodded in ecstasy. Then the quitting bell rang through the office.
Her body stiffened. The pussy that had clenched me so hotly went slack as if by magic. Loose and sloppy now. She shoved me off, straightened up like nothing happened, and fixed her clothes.
The moaning bitch from moments ago vanished. Her eyes emptied, her face iced over. No Joker smile, not even a glance. She treated me like air and left the break room. Her hime-cut hair swayed lightly with her steps.
Switches modes the second quitting time hits.
I chuckled inwardly, watching her go. Outside the 'organization' of the company, the oxytocin spell broke. She'd fucked me because I was her boss. Her brain shifted to 'post-work personal life' routine.
This only piqued my interest more.
What’s post-work Mirae like? Did she marry Ra Seung-gun in the shell world too?
I sensed T-16 was copied from T-12 at varying points—not the whole world at once, but individuals at different times. U Mi-young matched perfectly between T-12 and T-16; her history was identical. Same for Choi Seo-ah's druggie murderer profile.
But Nam Seohee was different here—no drug dealer, just a lobbyist.
"Jejeop. What kind of hell did Belphegor make this place? Shells copied at different points?"
I don't know either. But if I may share my thoughts, copying shells at their peak desire would be most effective. Cumbersome per person, but efficient, I think!
"The point of peak desire..."
It made sense. Trapping souls at max desire as shells... they'd pump out more cortisol.
The greatest fear comes from powerlessness against desire. Belphegor feeds on fear as energy...
"In a dopamine-flooded world... copy the desire-flooded..."
Wouldn't that have the biggest effect?
Jejeop and I were on the same page. Over 90% of shells here were copied from Baal's hell, at different points. Meaning...
"Belphegor can still copy shells now!!"
Exactly! It's his authority. One he didn't pass to his successor, O Nangryun.
I nodded. If that's Belphegor's power, he could copy strong apostles from other dimensions as shells. Potent ability—why run from Baal? I sensed Jejeop was holding back, but played dumb. Demons...
"Proves why intel from here works in T-12."
Yes!
"Gotta find Ra Seung-gun's weakness through Mirae."
I stood and followed her. Never trust demons—Jejeop taught me that. Same for Belphegor. He opposed Baal now, but who knows when he'd backstab. Time to warn O Nangryun too. In T-16, stay vigilant around Belphegor.
Outside, Gu Mirae headed to the subway. Her steps lighter now. In the office, she'd seemed hunched; here, she bloomed like a flower. My cum leaked from under her miniskirt, thick globs trailing down her calves. No one noticed. Not even her.
Shoulders relaxed, mask off. But a subtle tension lingered. Maybe... our daytime fuck left an illicit trace in her subconscious.
On the train, she claimed an empty seat and pulled out her smartphone—screen black. I watched from afar, lost in thought.
Ra Seung-gun... Shin Serin's ninth affair partner. What kind of bastard are you...
Recalling their ugly real-world ties reignited my vengeance. Gu Mirae was utterly passive with her husband. That yellow costume? Ra Seung-gun made her wear it—pure sex appeal bait. Zipper on the ass for easy access anywhere. Classic doctor-wife dynamic. Power imbalance clear: alpha and beta. How'd this prick snag such a cute girl's weakness? Unforgivable. I wanted to wreck that marriage. He was exploiting her.
Her smiling face as she cared for me twisted my heart more. Her desire was clearly me... Ra Seung-gun was plan B. I vaguely knew why from that BL novel she read.
'CEO Kim is too much.' The heroine: terrified fresh grad. Scammed on jeonse, drowning in debt, building sandcastles of fear. Anxious future, job insecurity—barely surviving day by day.
Gu Mirae immersed in that? Her situation mirrored it. Common thread between me, Ra Seung-gun, CEO Kim: money. Not gold-digger confirmed, but reasonable to assume she needed cash bad.
"Hmm..."
From her newbie days, I'd been her comfort. Like U Mi-young with Department Head Choi Dong-jin.
When I'd taken her virginity here in T-16... that climactic cry, cryptic but aimed at me. Even if just dopamine overload... she was begging for help. For me to take her virginity. To save her...
I stared at Gu Mirae, blankly gazing into space on her seat.
"What sorrow are you carrying, exactly?"
