Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Too Many Women Are a Problem (4)
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"You're so cool, honey."
"Like it?"
"Of course."
"Good to hear."
Park Won-jun flashed a brilliant smile.
The sight of him accomplishing something and his woman admiring it in awe.
Wasn't this the moment every man lived for?
Especially with a knockout beauty like Park Si-young.
Won-jun had brought Si-young to the mansion he'd set up in Pyeongchang-dong.
The lead actor in today's play—her boyfriend—was probably fast asleep, clueless in his dreams.
"Wine?"
"Sure."
"Not too drunk already?"
"Nah, I'm fine."
Si-young tilted her head cutely, playing up the charm.
It was strangely thrilling—the process of using a man who couldn't hide his lust for her body like a tool to knock him out with a drug.
It should have been scary and tense, but Si-young felt nothing of the sort.
If anything, she brimmed with confidence.
Even alone with a man, she'd carried out the mission flawlessly without a hint of nerves.
Part of it was trust in Won-jun, and part was looking down on Jang Jin-hyuk deep down.
Doing something bad to someone you saw as pathetic didn't stir guilt or fear.
Shwaaaaa...
Si-young showered once more.
"Wow."
The bathroom was stunning.
A space tailored perfectly to a woman's tastes.
Far better than that hotel she'd booked with her boyfriend using the stay voucher Won-jun had given her, pretending to be a relative.
"Oh, what's this?"
"I prepared it."
After showering and slipping into a robe, Si-young eyed the table Won-jun had set.
Top-shelf wine, paired with finger foods worthy of it.
Of course, Si-young planned to stick to the wine—for what was coming later.
"Si-young."
"Yeah? Ah!"
Won-jun hugged her from behind.
"Sorry, I wanted to make it romantic. Up you go."
Won-jun scooped her up effortlessly with a grunt.
Princess carry straight to the bed, of course.
"I want to have sex soon too, honey."
"Yeah? Guess I misread you."
"Eek."
His words and actions seemed eager.
But Won-jun's hands were leisurely as he undid Si-young's robe.
His beautiful Si-young, who had started eagerly welcoming him lately.
It was hard to hold back, but he knew a woman's body deserved delicate handling.
Exceptions being during penetration or rape play, maybe.
"Ah, so pretty."
Won-jun sighed in admiration at Si-young laid bare on the bed.
Compared to cheerleader Lee Ji-ah, whom he'd been sleeping with a lot lately, she was definitely slimmer.
But Si-young's small, refined face, porcelain skin, and that subtly seductive smile more than made up for it.
When did a woman's body ever get boring?
The more you looked, the more beautiful and mysterious it became.
In the martial world, they'd shun such things as sacrilege.
Just mental gymnastics to console themselves after becoming eunuchs.
"Impressive—already this hard."
Si-young toyed with Won-jun's cock, still trapped in his panties.
The first time they'd had sex, it hadn't felt like part of a human body—just a monstrous threat.
No amount of AV prep could prepare her for the real thing: long, thick, rock-hard, beet-red, dripping precum.
How could she not be scared?
"Oh my."
As Won-jun slid down her panties, Si-young's once-terrifying, now-precious cock came into view.
A man who raped her? No—if he could give her anything, she could play along just fine.
"Hm?"
"Slurp, slurp."
Si-young sat up and engulfed his cock eagerly.
'She's even doing this now?'
Won-jun was over the moon.
"Slurp, mmm."
Si-young's eyes closed as she sucked away.
A beauty servicing you with her mouth—one of a man's greatest joys.
'Of course.'
Won-jun preferred her clumsy tongue flicks when drugged—suited her more.
But he wasn't about to complain when she was trying so hard.
He'd worried he was too soft and sweet with women, but he'd accepted it now.
"Haa, haa."
Si-young pulled off his cock, flushed from the effort.
It wasn't easy sucking something like that.
"Tough, huh?"
"A little?"
"Then why dive in like that? Awkward position too."
"You looked like you wanted it sucked?"
"Did I?"
"Heehee."
Won-jun stroked her hair.
How was she this adorable?
"Ah!"
"Already a bit wet."
Now it was Won-jun's turn.
He gently stroked her pussy with his fingers.
After one long stroke, her clit peeked out.
"Haaang! Feels good!"
Si-young melted under Won-jun's expert tongue work.
A man licking near where she peed—humiliating and weird, she'd hated it before.
Now? It felt like consideration before shoving in that monster cock. Nice.
She felt loved.
When the strongest man she knew showed such care, a woman couldn't help but feel ultimate arousal.
"Haa, put it in already."
"Yeah, can't hold back either."
Won-jun confirmed she was plenty wet.
Si-young spread her arms, begging for it.
Part show to please him, sure.
But just the level of pretense lovers used—holding back anger, smiling gratefully at unwanted gifts.
Won-jun got it.
He didn't expect her to fall hopelessly in love after endless pounding.
He was just grateful for this 20-year-old's devotion.
"Haaaang!"
"Fuu."
The ever-thrilling moment of penetration.
Even slow and lubed up, some pain was inevitable.
Without his caring, sensible foreplay, it'd be impossible.
Squelch, squelch.
"Aang! Haaaang!"
Won-jun thrust away in missionary.
His favorite position—her pretty face and body fully on display.
And that look in her eyes, a mix of surprise and whimpering as she watched his huge cock plunge into her pussy. Perfection.
Gourmet bliss that never got old.
"Heuk! Honey, yes! Yes! Aaaah!"
Si-young matched his rough pounding with perfect moans.
Like a textbook on pleasing a man.
"What does that guy like most about you, Si-young?"
"Ahheuk! Huh?"
"You've got so much appeal—what's his favorite?"
"Aang! My face! My face!"
"Your face?"
"He said just looking at it cheers him up. Aaaang!"
The play's thrill lingered.
Still, Si-young was officially someone else's girl now.
'Driving me crazy.'
So pretty, catering to me perfectly, and another's woman?
Hitting all three ultimate fantasies at once.
Won-jun was deeply thankful to Si-young.
"So he loves your face that much?"
"Kyaa!"
"Fuu."
Si-young let out a cute squeak as Won-jun pulled out.
"Kyaaaah!"
Followed by a genuine scream.
"Fuu."
Splurt, splurt.
Feeling his climax, Won-jun unloaded on Si-young's face.
This face more precious than jewels to one man today.
Did Jin-hyuk, stewing in frustrated sleep, know another man was painting it white with stinky cum right now?
Did God show him in a dream?
If so, he'd have bashed his head on the floor to wake up.
"Ah, so much came out. Heehee."
"With a beauty like you, of course."
"Honey, um."
"Yeah? What?"
"When you cum on my face, could you avoid my eyes? Scared it'll get in."
"Sorry, can't open my eyes from the intensity—that's the fun of facials."
"Really? Guess that's guys for you. I'll get it then."
"Thanks, Si-young."
No matter how messy with cum, it was his cum—what's to hate?
Fun making her clean it herself, but this time Won-jun sweetly wiped her with tissue.
"Now, finish up."
"Yeah. Slurp, slurp."
Si-young cleaned his cock with her mouth.
Post-facial cleanup blowjobs were best when eyes were glued shut with cum, but he'd wiped her first this time.
"Next one's inside."
"Yay, honey."
Second round, announced target first.
Nothing beat perfectly synced sex.
'Bliss.'
Thanks to Si-young's sincere efforts, Won-jun started truly cherishing her.
He'd consciously spoil her more from now on.
Tell her he loved her when she felt otherwise, overlook minor annoyances.
Having more women to cherish was a good thing.
"Home sweet home, haha."
"..."
"Had so much fun, Si-young."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
The next day.
After checking out of the hotel, Jang Jin-hyuk was dropping his girlfriend Park Si-young off at home.
He'd wanted to die when he woke up that morning.
Falling asleep right before their first time.
Si-young had showered first and was sitting there, face sour ever since.
If she'd yelled, he could've apologized, promised to make it up.
But her just sitting there depressed? Maddening.
She's my girlfriend anyway. Missing one night sucked, but opportunities would come.
Jin-hyuk tried his best to appease her.
This woman who'd spent all night fucking another man before returning to the hotel.
"Si-young, you okay? Need meds or something?"
"No, it's just..."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Hic... sob."
Si-young suddenly clutched her face and burst into tears.
"What? What's going on?!"
Jin-hyuk's heart dropped.
Worry for his girl? Sure, a bit—but mostly terror that their sweet setup might crack.
"Honey, let's break up."
"What?"
Jin-hyuk thought he'd misheard.
What the hell?
Everything perfect until he dozed off last night!
"Why? What's wrong all of a sudden?"
"Honey... I... I slept with that guy yesterday."
"..."
Jin-hyuk felt like a sledgehammer to the skull.