Mission Clear: Crystals and Conspiracies
"I heard he tried to skim off company funds and flee overseas, but got busted and vanished."
"That's what the news said. Do you think so too?"
"…Isn't that right?"
Was she really clueless, or testing me? Either way, I couldn't show my hand yet. I needed to gauge how much she trusted Park Hyungpil to decide whether to win her over or turn her into a slave.
"I'm doubting whether Manager Song is even the embezzler in the first place. You won't believe me no matter how much I explain, so go back and find out for yourself. If you're willing to throw yourself at me just to set up a meeting with the head of headquarters, you can manage that much effort, right?"
"What exactly do you want me to see?"
"The truth."
"So you're saying the current situation is a lie?"
"That's for you to find out yourself. You can hear me out after."
"You're awfully confident."
"Because I'm right."
You have no idea what this body has been through.
She'd gone quiet, so I turned to look. She was snoring away softly. Even when I went all out during sex, I never drained someone completely like this, but Grace really burned everything she had. It was the same last night—after being with me, she ended up totally spent. Should I feel proud?
> Mission Clear. Depositing 500 million won into your account.
"Did that stone pop out again this time?"
> Here.
A glowing gem fragment hovered above Asmodeus's palm. A Climax Stone, right? But it was smaller and a bit murkier than the one from Soyoung.
> Tasteless compared to the one from that model bitch.
"Is it a different type?"
> The previous one was a Pure Climax Stone—way tastier than this.
"Pure Climax Stone?"
> Comes from a bitch who hasn't known a man.
So it drops from popping a virgin cherry. Even demons discriminate between virgins and non-virgins.
"Then what's this one?"
> This is an Impure Climax Stone. From a bitch who's known a few men.
"A few? What's the cutoff for 'a few'?"
> Fewer than 74 guys.
That's a pretty loose standard. Seventy-four men would make her no ordinary slut.
"What if it's more than 74?"
> You get a Defiled Climax Stone. Super rare.
"Rare from a slut?"
> You have to satisfy a bitch who's fucked over 74 guys to the extreme. Think you can handle it?
Now that she mentioned it, that sounded like hell-mode difficulty. Even if you'd pounded her until her bones turned to dirt, how the hell do you satisfy that? Grace's skills with her "few" experiences were no joke, but someone at that level would be on another dimension entirely.
"So there are just three types of Climax Stones?"
> One more, but it only comes from bitches that don't exist in this world, so no need to hear about it. If you ever spot one, I'll make it a conquest condition.
What the hell kind of bitch is that…?
> Still, you're the first in a century to extract Climax Stones back-to-back. Good job.
"Save the praise. Any other rewards?"
No sooner had I spoken than a window popped open, displaying the sex tape screen. I had no idea where it was filmed, but there was Grace, fingering her pussy with a lewd expression while masturbating. Talk about homemade porn.
—Ahh, sex with him feels so bland now. Haaang, I want the president to pound me again.
—I wish he'd throw me on the bed, rip my stockings roughly, and rape me like a beast…
—That fucking Deputy Director Heo. He screwed up bigger than I thought. The prosecutors and tax office are breathing down our necks, and this idiot's jerking off. If you're gonna take bribes, at least clean up properly, haa~
> Like the reward?
"Porn as a reward?"
> Not the video—the dialogue below!
"New sex tape? Do I have to satisfy her too?"
> Ones that pop after conquest are bonuses. You can skip 'em, or do it and she'll cling to you harder. Perfect for turning her into a slave bitch.
Guess I'll have to fuck Grace like a dog when I get back.
> Oh, and that's a future sex tape.
Huh?
> Hint about shit you'll deal with down the line. Cool, right?
So it's a hint about what's coming up back home. Grace digging into Deputy Director Heo…
Heo had been skimming side pockets even while I was at the company. The amounts were small enough I ignored them, but looks like he took bribes from partners and subcontractors too. From the cleanup talk, he'd left some evidence if he got axed. In this delicate time, it'd be a huge weakness.
"So from now on, future info like that slips into the sex tapes?"
> Dig deep and you'll find useful stuff. Like an answer key for smooth sailing through life.
"Why not just tell me straight? Scattered in sex tapes like this is annoying to hunt down."
> Can't help it. I'm the demon of lust—I can't give benefits unrelated to sex.
Big deal.
"Ha-ut, President… haaang! Did you coat your cock with drugs? Hnngh, I can't stop thinking about it—I'm going crazy, haa-euk."
On the boat back to Incheon, Grace clung to me, panting hot breaths. I hadn't planned on it, but she shoved my hand into her panties and started fingering herself like a pro, so I was disciplining her pussy with my cock.
"Didn't know you were such a blatant slut. What're you gonna do when we get back?"
"A-uk, haaang… Keep getting fucked by you, President. Ha-ut!"
"What about the head of headquarters?"
Mentioning Park Hyungpil made her clamp down harder. Feeling some illicit thrill? Better send her off once and talk, so I teased her clit with my fingers while ramping up the thrusting. She kept taking it until her eyes glazed over and she wrapped her legs around my waist. At this rate, I'd have no choice but to creampie.
"Kuh, Grace. Legs—loosen your legs. I'm about to…"
*Squish-squish, paang pang, thrust-thrust*
"Aang, aang, eut! Hnngh! Cum inside, inside meee, haa-euk!"
She bucked her hips, squeezing my cock with insane force. That was it—I hit my limit.
*Spurt, spluuurt-spluuurt-spluuurt*
No way I'd believe her "dangerous days" excuse next time.
"Haa… haa… The head of headquarters has a few fuckbuddies too. Nothing says I can't have one. If you say OK, President."
"No more cruises or beaches from now on. Plain hotel room? Anytime."
"Haa… So good. Don't pull out. I wanna keep feeling your cock inside."
Her pussy walls sloppily stroked my shaft nonstop. A famed pussy could do that too, huh. It was just a body part, yet it toyed with my dick like it had its own personality. No post-nut clarity here—Grace didn't give me a moment's respite.
…In the end, after an eternity of that stroking torment, I finally escaped her sticky grip.
"Give me my phone back now."
I pulled Grace's phone from my inventory and handed it over.
"I changed my number. Not telling the company, so save it."
Grace saved my number and showed me the screen.
"'Benis'… You remembered my email."
"Wordplay, right? Lots of employees don't get it…"
Her sly grin said she knew exactly what it meant.
"But I didn't save it for that reason."
"Then what?"
"It's short for 'best penis.'"
The famed pussy bestowed highest honors on my dick. No clue what Hong's usual stamina was like, but compared to Song Jinho's era, it overflowed with vigor. Possession perk? I'd ask As later.
"Best compliment a guy's ever heard. Worth the trip."
"Take good care of me from now on, Benis."
After disembarking, I dropped her near the club and casually suggested digging into the Management Support Office's Deputy Director Heo. Told her he was just a ballsack now, but could stab her in the back anytime. She perked up. With Grace under my thumb via pussy conquest, taking out Heo and Manager Song would let her ditch the company without regrets.
On the way back to my officetel, I ran into Hyung Mingyu.
"Did you show them the video I gave you? Reactions?"
"Bora and Seoah bawled their eyes out. Reporter Cha Hwayoung didn't say much, but she didn't fully buy it. Won't act right away, though."
"As long as she doesn't go full antagonist like now. I'll reveal my identity to all three at the right time, so Hyung, handle something else from here."
"Like what?"
I pulled a bottle of liquor from my inventory and handed it to him.
"Liquor President Hong drank before dying. Far as I know, no chronic illnesses. Sudden death, but I suspect this booze. Can you check what's in it?"
"Hmm… I'll ask Madam Hyung. Know a few docs who deal with junkies—should turn up something. Might take time."
"No rush. Dig as far as you can."
Even if I learned Hong's cause of death now, I couldn't do shit about it. But if it linked to that bastard Hyungpil, I'd drag out even the tiniest thread. Prep work.
"Oh, and I've got about 500 million in spare cash now. Time to rent an office."
"Quitting the company?"
"After I fuck over a few guys. If some talents pop up I wanna nurture midway, gotta hand out business cards, right? Better to build the company first."
"Sure, whatever. You'll be president?"
"Nah. You be president, Hyung. I wanna be manager."