Gloves of Twisted Pleasure
Grace had said the gloves transformed past sexual desire into violence. Getting hit with them didn't bring pain, but pleasure. They overactivated female hormones, even making her speech cute.
A normal person would dismiss it as crazy talk, but for someone who'd died and come back through a deal with a demon, it was different. This was a special gift from the demon to take down Hwang Sanggu.
Now that he was Hong Representative, his verified fuck buddies were just Ham Soyoung and Grace. He'd fucked Soyoung once, but in this situation, Grace—who'd shown him heaven for two straight days—was perfect.
...As if reading his mind, Grace had contacted him first, asking to meet.
"As you said, Representative, Heo Department Head's got a messy tail."
He'd booked a room at the same club where he'd met Grace last time. Unlike her sharp, wary cat-like demeanor before, she now wore the face of a girl in love. Of course, the object of that love was his cock.
"No matter the amount, if this blows up into embezzlement, it's not just prosecution—the company's image will tank. Stock price goes without saying. He's taken bribes left and right, plus entertainment... no wonder his tail's so long. Now I get how cleanly you handled things, Manager Song."
She sighed, sitting across from the very man whose cleanup had been impeccable.
"I was looking forward to it since you reached out first, but you're killing the mood with work talk."
"What... were you expecting?"
"What you're thinking right now."
She'd been a capable career woman fretting over the company moments ago. Now her face shifted instantly to that of a seductive vixen.
"...Let's get out of here. Quick."
"Not craving another cruise, I hope?"
"Anywhere you want to devour me deliciously is fine."
Licking her lips seductively while saying that—any man who could hold back wasn't a man.
The moment they entered the hotel room, he shoved Grace roughly onto the bed.
"Kyaa! Representative, what the—"
"You fucking bitch, from now on you're my cocksleeve, so shut your mouth and take it."
In front of the startled Grace, he slipped on the gloves Asmodeus had given him. He slowly undid his belt. His eyes turned cold, lips twisting into a sinister smirk—one side crooked just right. He'd transformed into the perfect criminal.
If not for his camera shyness, he'd have been an actor. Playing a rapist? He could do it blindfolded. Today, he'd fill her sex gauge to the brim.
He wrenched her wrists behind her back and looped his belt into a tight cuff. That's why he'd googled bondage techniques with a belt last night.
"Kyaaa! R-Representative! It hurts, what the hell is—"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Without hesitation, he tore her stockings and stuffed them into her mouth. She shuddered, but her panties were soaked. She was plenty aroused. That's what made it fun to fuck.
—Mmph! Hnngh!
"Ha, you slutty bitch, your pussy's twitching even in this state? You like it? Fucking love it? Soaking a whore like you is nothing. Today I'll fill you up proper with my cum. Spread your legs, you bitch!"
The harsher the abuse, the more ragged Grace's breathing grew. That wasn't fear. It was the face of someone driven mad with excitement. She whimpered through the gag but spread her legs wide, urging him on.
—Slurp, smooch... Smooch smooch—Schlurp schlurp, chup...
He devoured her pussy roughly, no finesse. Tongued the entrance wildly, then plunged in to flick her clit up and down. After sucking long enough, her hips bucked—not just arching, but bending impossibly. Her face went blank, drool spilling from her gagged mouth.
He yanked out the stocking gag and pressed his cock close. He was pretty worked up too; a massive shadow pillar loomed over her face.
"I sucked you off that much, so you owe me something. Work that tongue or I'll rip it out."
—Schluuuurp... Slurp...
With her hands bound behind, Grace struggled to suck him. Tears welled in her eyes—she was deep in character. It was just acting to fill the sex gauge, but seeing her submit like that sent a thrill through him unlike plain thrusting. Had Hong's influence awakened some conquest lust?
"Haa... haa... Representative. My jaw hurts. Please... forgive me now."
"Fuck, that's your mouth-pussy. Spread your legs."
Wanting to do it right, he ripped off her blouse. Messy hair, flushed cheeks, hot breaths from parted lips, and his precum smeared wetly below— the perfect scene to max her sex gauge.
"Hnnngh... Hnnh, hnnngh, ngh, ngh, nooo... Hnngh! S-stop now... Hic...!"
—Spurt, squelch squelch
Having drained her in rough foreplay, his pumping didn't last long. He fucked her hard from behind to make her feel taken, then came without warning.
After, he gently kneaded her breasts from behind, savoring the afterglow. Switching from rough handling to lover mode, she purred like a cat, accepting his touch.
"Weird."
"What is?"
"You always do exactly what I'm thinking. Like you can read my mind."
"Telepathy... or something? When you think about someone a lot, you just know what they want from their eyes."
"So you only think about me?"
"At least when it comes to sex. Lately, you're the best pussy match."
"Who was it before?"
"No comment."
"Tch."
Her hand stroking his cock was no casual touch. She was trying to get him hard again. He welcomed round two, but first, business.
"So, how'll you handle Heo Department Head?"
"...Gotta report to the division head first. Can't overlook the bribes and entertainment, even if not embezzlement."
"Don't trust the division head too much."
"What do you mean?"
"Met him a few days ago..."
He pulled a small recorder from his pants pocket on the floor.
"...He said some uncomfortable shit."
He hit play.
"...Play that again."
He replayed the part mentioning Grace.
"...Again."
Same section.
"...Again."
One more time.
"......"
Her expression twisted slowly. Tears welled up—she had a surprisingly soft side. Or maybe she really liked Hyungpil.
"Waaah, you bastard! Is this how you treat me after bringing me here?!"
She sobbed like a child for a while. He waited quietly beside her until she could compose herself.
"Sniff, Park Hyungpil, you fucking dog!"
With no tears left, her wail ended in raspy curses at Hyungpil.
"I immigrated in elementary school, and at first, it was really tough."
He knew she'd graduated from a top university, gotten her Stanford MBA, worked at a Wall Street investment firm, and met Park Hyungpil. But an immigrant family, huh.
"Things were at their worst before meeting the division head."
Her performance was stellar, but white execs dismissed her as Asian, excluding her from key tasks—discrimination was daily life.
"I brought in over $400 million in private equity loans, but they promoted a white guy who'd lost over $100 million instead of me. America, land of opportunity? Bullshit—it's only for whites."
That's when she met Park Hyungpil, mentally cornered.
"Met him as a rep from a Korean investment firm. Among Korean guys I'd seen, he was the most gentlemanly. Passionate about work too. And... excellent in bed."
Lots of people fell for that bastard's facade. Even he'd seen him as a decent boss before the dirty cleanup jobs.
"Sex was meh when I lived for work, but after experiencing him railing me rough, something inside broke. Maybe I wanted a guy to wreck me."
He wanted to correct her delusion, but listened quietly for now.
"Before he returned to Korea, I confessed my feelings. He told me to wrap things up and come. Said once he took Hyeonseong Group, he'd set up an investment firm in my name. I was sick of company life, so yeah, tempted."
She joined JH Entertainment to help him become Hyeonseong Group's head. The price: independence as investment firm CEO. Girlfriend role was bonus, but she said sex with him was pretty good. A twinge of jealousy stirred.
"Honestly, when you showed interest in my body, I figured one fuck and you'd lose interest. But... I had no idea you'd be this good at sex. Makes what I did with the division head feel like nothing."
The jealousy turned to pride.
"Once here, he wasn't a gentleman. Hung with gangs, laundered shady money. Learned about his ugly divorce too. Knew something was off, but after choosing Korea, no turning back."