Playing in Deep Waters (5)
Jeong Ji-un started thrusting his hips in earnest.
Slap!
The raw friction of flesh slamming against flesh echoed through the living room.
"Ah! Hnngh, uwaaang!"
Park Min-jeong's upper body rocked back and forth. Her breasts must have hurt scraping against the floor, but she pushed her ass back even further, desperately matching his rhythm.
"Come here."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back forcibly.
"Euk?!"
"Show me your face. I need to see just how much you're loving this."
Her neck stretched taut from the pull. Her face was a wreck—smeared with tears, snot, and drool, mouth gaping wide.
"L-Look closely, Master... I-I'm... hnngh! I'm loving it like this...!"
"Yeah. Quite the sight."
He ramped up the pace of his hips.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Squish!
Brutal piston thrusts. No mercy. This woman didn't want gentle caresses right now anyway.
The harsher his words, the more he forced commands on her, the steeper her corruption desire levels plunged.
It's not like I love this kind of play either.
Right, it was all tailored patient therapy. If she craved being fucked rough, what could he do?
Park Min-jeong herself yearned for stimuli so intense and violent it would burn her brain white.
"Ah! Haangh, ooeuk! Master! Harder! More! Hnnnghaaaang!"
Harsh words, violent acts, humiliating poses—this was her ultimate medicine.
"Park Min-jeong."
"Y-Yes! Ouk, uk, hnngh!"
"You've wanted this all along—how'd you hold back this whole time?"
"I-I don't know... nnngh! J-Just... I like Master so muuuch...!"
"Even at city hall? Thinking of me?"
Slap! Squiiiish! He slammed up into her pelvis as he asked.
"While dealing with complainants, were you secretly thinking of my cock and getting wet?"
"Uwaaaak! Y-Yes! Yes! I was! Even at work... panties soaked... ran to the bathroom... hnngh! Thinking of Master...!"
"Did you rub your pussy?"
"Yesss! Stuck my fingers in... imagining it was Master's cock... and just pounded awayyy...!"
She spilled it all so easily. Like she had a loose tongue, she bared her shame without hesitation.
"Filthy slut. Tax thief."
"S-Sorry... I'm a slut... a tax-thief bitch... uwaaaang!"
He brought his palm down hard on her ass.
Smaaack! A vivid handprint bloomed red on her pale flesh.
"Aaak!"
Her scream came with her inner walls clamping down wildly, squeezing his cock like it wanted to devour it.
"Fuck..."
He was reaching his limit too.
Too tight. Hot, wet, narrow, overflowing with strength. At this rate, he might cum first.
No can do. Can't finish before her.
A therapist couldn't tire out before the patient. Gritting his teeth, he endured, targeting the firm, spongy entrance of her womb that had dropped low.
He battered it with his glans.
"Oooooeuk...!"
A quick climax.
That was when it happened.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dull thuds came from the neighboring wall. The sorrow of an old villa with shitty soundproofing.
That lady next door again?
He smirked and whispered in her ear.
"Hear that? The neighbor lady says we're too loud."
"Ah, ahhh... hnngh...!"
"You're howling like a beast, so she complained. Is this how a public servant acts? Got a complaint and you're ignoring it?"
"I-I'm... hnngh! Sor... sorry... uwaaaang!"
She begged forgiveness, but her ass pushed back harder, swallowing his cock deeper. Words and actions at odds.
"Gonna need more punishment. You pissed off a complainant."
He didn't slow down—instead, he went harder, deeper.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Squish!
He pounded away, making sure the friction echoed through the wall.
"Scream louder. Let the lady hear."
"Ah! Ah! Nooo! Master! Too big! Uwaaaang!"
"Say your pussy's gonna rip."
"P-Pussy... ripping apart! Master's cock... gonna rip my pussy apart...!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The neighbor's banging grew fiercer. But that only skyrocketed Park Min-jeong's arousal.
"Haa... haa... Gonna cum... Master... I'm gonna cuuum...!"
Her body arched like a bow. Her entrance spasmed, clamping down to the root. Deep inside, her womb mouth tingled open against his tip.
"Don't hold back. Cum."
"Nnngh! Ah! Ah! Cumming! I'm cuuuumming...!"
She slammed her face down, screaming.
And then.
Spluuuurt!
Intense contractions sprayed clear fluid like a fountain.
Pffft, psssh, spurt!
"Haaaaaaaang!"
Warm jets splashed his abs and thighs.
More than expected. Like squeezing every drop of moisture from her body. Park Min-jeong shuddered head to toe, eyes rolling back in convulsions.
"G-Gone... so good... Master...!"
As her peak hit, her gripping muscles slackened briefly. But soon, the aftershocks made her walls quiver, softly massaging his cock.
"Hoo..."
His limit too. The sights, sounds, and that relentless squeeze—he couldn't hold back.
He gripped her waist tight and slammed deep one last time.
Squuuish! Right to the hilt. Glans jammed against her womb mouth, he unloaded.
Spurt! Spluuurt!
"Eeeeuk...!"
Her body jolted again. The heat of his semen flooding her depths. She gasped raggedly, taking it all.
"O-Oh god, hooooewk...!"
Splurt! Spuuurt! Blorp, blorp!
After several pulses, he drained the last drop.
He collapsed onto her back, panting roughly. Her sweat-slick skin was slippery but warm.
"Haa... haa..."
Silence.
The neighbor lady had given up—no more banging. Only their ragged breaths and the drip of fluids pooling on the floor.
He slowly pulled his hips back.
Park Min-jeong lay sprawled, motionless like a corpse. But a dopey, slack grin hung on her lips.
He picked up his scattered clothes, dressing as he glanced at his smartphone.
Target: Park Min-jeong
Current Status: Corruption Desire Stabilized (71%)
Success.
Whew.
Good mood, but a sigh escaped anyway.
If you want to get railed, just say so.
With pride that strong, how had she endured this long?
And now he had to move. Back to the family home or snag that Sector 2 officetel—either way, farther from this rundown villa. Her withdrawal symptoms would worsen. Visits every time were a hassle; neglect her, and she'd witch out.
"Time to cure you for good, huh."
Tie up loose ends. He'd ruined her like this, after all.
But...
Is that really enough?
He propped his chin, staring at her dazed face on the floor.
She was obsessed with him now.
Trapped in corruption desire, offering blind loyalty and submission—seemed a waste to just discard her.
...Nebula, management—stirring things up means needing limbs.
Han Seo-yul and Jin Se-hee were Nebula underworld. Chae Yu-bin and stepmom were pure daylight.
Park Min-jeong, though...
Mine to control, and a public servant to boot.
That title had real perks.
Access to admin networks. Legal ID checks. Official protection in a pinch.
For a back-alley rat like him, 'legit power' backup was tempting candy.
Problem was...
Her specs suck.
D-grade. Combat-wise, barely above civilian. Embarrassing to flash anywhere.
What clout could she wield in civil service? Best case, printing resident certificates at the complaint desk.
Tch, a real white elephant.
Too valuable to ditch, too weak to use.
Then, the sprawled Park Min-jeong twitched.
"Uuh... M-Master..."
She lifted her head with effort. Their eyes met; her glassy gaze sparked with life—or rather, manic fixation.
She crawled, clutching his ankle.
"D-Don't... go..."
"It's over. Why would I?"
"Just... let me... stay by your side..."
She rubbed her cheek on his foot. Damp skin seeped through his sock.
"I-I can do better... even harsher stuff..."
"Harsher how."
"A-Anything... whatever Master orders..."
Ah, damn. Scary what pussy-whipped does.
"Get up."
"Y-Yes..."
She rose shakily on wobbly legs. Her knees were scraped raw and swollen.
"Park Min-jeong."
"Yes, Master."
"You clear-headed now?"
"Y-Yeah... a bit..."
"Then answer my questions properly."
She blinked at his words, a hint of confusion.
"Your rank?"
"I'm... 8th grade... clerk..."
"What do you do?"
"In Regional Defense Team 3... control magical beast zones... civilian support... admin for on-site magical girls..."
As expected. Grunt work. Far from core power, pure frontline drudgery.
"When do you get promoted?"
"N-Need seniority..."
"Not that. Special promotions?"
He stared straight into her eyes.
"Even as D-grade, can you climb with results?"
"Ah..."
She swallowed dryly.
"Y-Yeah. Civil service... especially magical girl departments... performance-based..."
"Sure?"
"Yes. Especially... catching wanted villains or closing cold cases... big performance points. Even low rank... could hit team leader fast."
Team leader. Didn't know the org chart, but solid pull in city hall.
Potential, then.
"Park Min-jeong."
"Yes."
"Wanna climb?"
"W-Where...?"
"Higher. Beyond that boring complaint window. A spot others envy."
She stared blankly.
"I... don't really crave it..."
"I do. Should I just dump you?"
"N-No! I do! D-Don't toss me awaaay...!"
Park Min-jeong sniffled. Fully cock-addicted now.
"What if I help?"
"Y-You...?"
"Yeah. If I get you promoted."
He tapped the sofa arm.
"Not just as a cumdump. Prove your worth as my partner."
'Partner' lit her eyes. Sweeter than 'meat toilet'—hooked her brain.
"C-Can I...?"
"Up to you."
He stood, fishing his smartphone from his pocket. Tapped to open a saved file.
Jeong In-hyeok_File_04_C.list
Dad's legacy. From Viper.
List of Nebula low-ranker's 'scraps'—his old man's leftovers.
Dad put real work into women, especially magical girls. Men? Not so much.
Indiscriminate hypnosis. Created 'collaborators' by the dozens per sector.
Petty crimes to big cases.
Viper handed it over to use them, but... his call how.
He shoved the screen in her face.
"Criminal list."
"C-Criminals...?"
"Your performance targets."
Criminals living normal lives. Some unaware they'd even committed crimes.
Park Min-jeong squinted at it.
"H-How'd you get this...?"
"Don't need to know. Just eat it up."
He pocketed the phone.
"Well? Served you a feast, right?"
"......"
"Rack up results. Team leader, section chief—whatever. Become my backup. Can you?"
She gulped. Gears turning in her head.
If real. If she nabbed them. Ditch eternal 8th grade, leapfrog peers.
Her eyes gleamed with greed. Ambition, loyalty, twisted love—heady mix.
Just as she steeled herself.
"I'll do iiiit—hnngh?!"
Bzzzzzzzzzzzt!
His phone vibrated with a chilling siren.