Taming the Masochistic Producer
"Do you sing better than me?"
"Uh, uh…."
My mouth falls open without thinking. In my thirty-five years of life, I've never seen anything this massive. Even the male actors from Blacked—one of the famous big-dick channels on Pornhub—didn't measure up to this.
"…What are you doing?"
"Huh?! Uh?! S-sorry!"
I bow my head deeply to this woman who's over ten years younger than me. I'd been unconsciously measuring the thing's size with my fingers. It was pure, instinctive curiosity that made me do it.
'Even with my palm fully spread, my fingers don't touch.'
Just the sheer size sends shivers down my spine. And to think that Han Jimin—devastatingly handsome with a tall, perfect body—carries this around…. No wonder my hand wandered. Any woman would instinctively reach out.
Gulp.
What drives her even crazier is that Jimin's cock is rock-hard, staring right at her. Choi Nahee feels a mix of shame and pride. As a woman, it boosts her confidence—she's still got it.
Of course, the fact that this much younger guy orchestrated this whole situation feels a bit off….
"Do you know how to do paizuri?"
"Huh…?"
"Have you ever done it? You know, squeezing it between your tits?"
"Y-yeah, I've done it before."
"Then do it."
As Jimin thrusts his cock toward her, Choi Nahee's emotions swirl in confusion. Should she accept this or not? But soon enough, she slips his massive shaft between her breasts and starts rubbing slowly.
"Mm…."
The soft pressure draws a groan from him naturally. She'd seemed clumsy, but surprisingly, Choi Nahee's technique isn't half bad. The way she sandwiches my cock between her tits and strokes it feels downright professional.
And that's not all.
Ptoo.
She licks the protruding tip with her tongue, then spits saliva to lube up my shaft. It's like she's worried about chafing…. Anyone could tell she has plenty of experience.
"You look pretty familiar with it…. Do it often?"
"A little… back in the day…."
Choi Nahee blushes like she's embarrassed. I'd figured she lived solely for music, so this is unexpected. A strange emotion blooms in my chest—a mix of regret and anger that her first won't be mine.
I don't strictly prefer virgins, but painting on a fresh canvas is ideal. That said, I don't mind coloring over someone else's sketch. As I've said before, pretty is pretty. Of course, I hate it when women connected to me go to other guys.
Anyway, "Back in the day? When?"
"…In my twenties."
Did my tone come off aggressive? Her voice shrinks. I grab the back of her head and shove my glans against her lips. She licks it tentatively, then slowly opens her mouth and takes it in, starting to work her tongue….
"Mm."
This isn't her first or second time sucking cock. It pisses me off a little. I was planning to paint over whatever sketch was there, but this painting is already finished.
"Open wider."
"Ngh…!"
A surge of pointless irritation hits me. I force her head back and ram my cock in. It plunges straight to the back of her throat, making her limbs twitch in shock.
I pull out deep, then….
"Ten seconds this time."
I thrust back in.
"Guhhh…!"
"10, 9…."
Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't pull away.
"8, 7…."
I shove even deeper. She lets out small breaths and gagging moans. Her eyes redden and tears start flowing. Still, no sign of pushing me away.
"…Fuck."
It's clear. This bitch was trained by someone.
* * *
Slap!
"Hngh!"
A red handprint blooms on her massive tits. Choi Nahee stares up at me with a frightened face. But having mastered countless 19+ games, I can tell right away. Her eyes hold not just surprise and fear, but a twisted mix of longing and excitement.
"-_-!!"
I pinch her protruding nipple hard, and her mouth gapes wide. The pain must be too intense for a scream. But when I glance down….
Her crotch is visibly staining in real time.
"Looks like you got properly broken in. By who?"
"Uh, huh?"
"Who trained you?"
"……."
She squeezes her eyes shut at my words, debating whether to answer.
"If you don't tell me properly, we're done here."
I release the nipple. If she doesn't talk, I'm seriously stopping. She blurts it out.
"Back in the day!"
"Back in the day?"
"Back in the day…. My ex-boyfriend was into this stuff…."
"Who's that?"
"Lee Jaehun…."
Who? Never heard of him. As I tilt my head, she adds,
"Our company's an affiliate of the Seoyeong Group. And Lee Jaehun is…. the eldest son of Seoyeong. Head of the strategy planning team."
"…Ah."
A chaebol, then. One deeply involved in entertainment. So….
"A toy he played with and tossed?"
"……."
She squeezes her eyes shut again and nods reluctantly.
"Hm."
I'd half-expected it, but it still sours my mood. Especially since it happened before I got here. Tormenting her won't fix that.
But….
'Lee Jaehun of Seoyeong Group.'
Tap tap.
I search his name on my phone. Seoyeong Group—ranked 20th among Korea's chaebols. Focused on logistics, aviation, construction, hotels, and entertainment. Turns out, Korea's largest airline, Daehan Airlines, is one of their affiliates.
Lee Jaehun married the eldest daughter of Hyeojin Group eight years ago. Articles still pop up, so it must've been a huge wedding.
"When did he dump you?"
"Eight years ago…."
"Hng. I get the picture. So, in our company, only Producer Nahee got the training?"
"As far as I know…, yeah."
Looks like he toyed with her as a plaything until marriage, then discarded her. I commit his name to memory. I'll get revenge someday. He won't even know why, but I'm pissed, so.
That's the scariest kind of grudge.
I casually search his wife's name. Shin Hyojeong. A stunning beauty with sharp features and a slim face. Twenty-eight this year.
'…Married young.'
Timeline says right after turning adult. No kids mentioned.
Anyway, I've got the gist. Now, to turn Choi Nahee into my personal fuckhole.
No way I'm tossing her just because someone else trained her. Especially since Producer Choi Nahee will be useful for my future plans.
Just….
"Producer Choi Nahee."
"…Yeah?"
"Yeah?"
Slap. I smack her huge tits. She startles, stares, then drops her head.
"Producer Choi Nahee?"
"…Yes."
"Good girl."
I stroke her stiffened cheek and offer my cock.
"Suck."
She hesitates, then takes it in. Feeling her resistance, I grab her head and push—now she's sucking eagerly.
While enjoying her mouth, I knead those massive tits like before, tweaking the nipples. Loud enough for her to hear,
"From now on, I'm your master. Got it?"
"……!"
Her eyes widen in shock mid-suck. She clearly didn't expect that. But what can she do? I need you.
"Who's your master?"
I pull out. She stares, lost. So, with my toe….
"Hngh?!"
I press her soaked pussy. Like kicking a ball, I tap her wet slit firmly. Still no answer I want. She's thinking hard—I get it. Sudden, right? But I can't back down. Ego won't let me after coming this far.
"Heuk!"
I bend down, shove my hand into her pants, and jab her pussy with stiffened fingers. They plunge into her hot, drenched folds without resistance.
"Hngh! Ngh…!"
I stir roughly a few times; she clings to me, groaning. I dig relentlessly, then ask again.
"Producer Choi Nahee. Who’s your master from now on?"
Under my assault, she squeezes her eyes shut and whispers shakily,
"H-Han Jimin…. Hngh!"
"Again. Who?"
"Han Jimin…!"
"……."
Not fully satisfying, but good enough. I check her favorability.
It jumped from the forties—huge rise. Not perfect yet, but time will fix it. She might think it's just the heat of the moment now, but it won't be.
"Good. Turn around."
Slap. I pat her ass. She stares blankly, so I twirl my finger. Finally, she turns and assumes position. Didn't expect full penetration, huh?
I grab and play with her plump ass, then slam my cock in.
"Heuuuk?!"
She jolts, face-planting the floor. No surprise—my monster cock rams in raw. Whatever that Lee Jaehun guy was packing, it wasn't this. Proof: halfway in, her walls clamp tight.
'That bastard's dick ended here, huh.'
Male superiority surges.
"Hnggh!"
I grip her hips and thrust deeper. She clenches her fists, enduring. Pathetic already, and I'm not even fully in. To claim the depths untouched by anyone, I pound vengefully.
"Agh! Ggh!"
Like her first time, the shock hits hard—she gags out moans. My round glans batters her precious depths relentlessly.
"Hng! Hngh! Ngh! Ggh!"
The novel sensation drives Choi Nahee mad. She fists her hands, stifling moans, barely holding on. One slip, and her hips would give.
But….
'I have to endure.'
Her new master is using her body. After eight-plus years of neglect, someone wants this worthless flesh.
'This is my last chance.'
Age another year, and no man will come. She has to satisfy this young new master somehow.
But….
"Ooh…! Ok! Ook! Oook!"
Each womb-thump steals her breath. The violent pleasure she's never known whites out her mind.