Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Too Many Women, What a Problem (8)
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"As expected, our Hyun-ah has such a beautiful body."
The stunning woman laid out before his eyes.
Park Won-jun nodded with a grin, his eyes feasting happily.
He ran his hands over her naked form, and her waist felt so soft it was pure bliss.
Of course, Song Hyun-ah—who had her eyes closed and cracked them open for a split second—freaked out.
Could even facing a demon be this terrifying?
Like that, Won-jun's pure sincerity failed to get through.
But even with this one-sided affection, he wasn't the type to feel shortchanged.
"Ha, Hyun-ah's pussy."
"Mmph!"
Won-jun immediately licked her clit with his tongue.
'This feels awful.'
The man who had dragged her here by force and was now violating her was licking her most precious spot.
Hyun-ah was still like a princess kidnapped by a monster.
All she could do was hold back tears and endure.
'Sorry, oppa.'
She felt terrible toward her boyfriend.
He was such a good guy who treated her so well, but she could never tell him about this secret.
"Ngh..."
Whether Hyun-ah was thinking of another man or not, Won-jun diligently pleasured her pussy with his tongue.
She found herself disgusting for it, but she was starting to feel it bit by bit.
Won-jun's tongue skills had reached mastery after handling so many women.
And since he'd fucked her once before, it was easy to match her rhythm.
"Feels too good, right?"
"..."
Won-jun pulled his mouth away and gazed fondly at Hyun-ah's flushed face.
Even that was too humiliating, so her eyes stayed shut.
Perfect. This was why stories made sex so much better.
Won-jun slowly pulled down her panties.
Hyun-ah couldn't bear to look.
"I pleasured you because you're so pretty, Hyun-ah, but look—it's gotten even bigger."
"..."
"You gotta look at me, you know? Ignoring me like this is kinda rude."
She was still trembling, but Won-jun's words held her in a vise grip.
Hyun-ah slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.
'Please no.'
The nightmare flashed back.
That monstrous thing that had made her fear her life was ruined.
Long, thick, and as she'd felt last time, rock-hard.
The way it twitched like a living beast was terrifying.
Already at max size, yet pulsing as if it wanted to grow more.
Won-jun's excitement at her shaking form couldn't have a better proof.
"Now it's your turn to make me feel good, Hyun-ah?"
Won-jun usually preferred letting women take their time pleasuring him, but this time he went first.
He knelt on the bed and pressed his massive cock against her face.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah?"
"Hic."
Won-jun teasingly gripped his cock and rubbed it against her lips.
"Good girl, just like that."
Hyun-ah, nearly in tears, took it into her mouth.
During a rape, fellatio was almost as good as penetration.
The sight of a woman sucking a cock she hated.
Hard to top that scene.
Of course, the ideal was her on her knees blowing him, but he couldn't have everything now.
Watching her tremble and whimper was great, but it dragged things out during sex.
You couldn't chase two rabbits at once. Won-jun knew when to compromise.
"Wuup."
"Hoo."
It barely qualified as a blowjob—just putting it in her mouth and getting it wet.
But Won-jun didn't push her further and kept his manners as the one receiving.
"Mmph ha."
"Mm..."
Won-jun slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth.
"Your skills haven't leveled up at all? This is a problem."
"I can't do this stuff."
"Yeah?"
Her timid rebellion. Won-jun's goal was just sex, not some loving girlfriend act.
But he didn't call her out—instead, he took it as cute aegyo.
"If you don't make me feel it, I'll have to pound you longer, huh?"
"..."
He wasn't too harsh on her fellatio skills, but no meant no.
Won-jun grinned as he prepared to insert.
That smile looked utterly vile to Hyun-ah.
'Disgusting.'
She thought Won-jun knew it all and was toying with her reactions for fun.
Enjoying watching her suffer, playing with her like a toy.
For a bastard like that to have power—clearly no god existed in this world.
"Aaak!"
"Relax, Hyun-ah."
Won-jun slowly pushed his cock in.
'Same as before.'
The nightmare revived for Hyun-ah.
Like hell she'd gotten used to it—it still hurt and scared her so much.
How could she not fear such a huge thing invading her weakest, most intimate spot?
"Hngh!"
"Ah, it's in."
Won-jun thrust in fully, and with one push, Hyun-ah jolted.
Even big cocks fit if you loosened the pussy enough.
"Ah, it hurts... hurts!"
"Feels so good."
"Ahng, hng."
Hyun-ah in agony.
Tears already welling up.
But today's concept was forced by threats, and her tears were just the perfect seasoning for Won-jun.
'Perfect.'
Fucking a drunk girl who couldn't resist was good; coaxing her bit by bit was nice too.
But sober blackmail like this? The most thrilling.
He'd have to try this setup more often.
Squelch, squelch.
"Aang! Haaaang!"
Missionary position, full throttle.
Won-jun naturally matched her body, but Hyun-ah felt no pleasure.
No affection—just fear and contempt for the man. Pleasure was impossible.
"Hyun-ah, ngh!"
"Aaaang! Hurts! Aaaak!"
Won-jun grabbed her legs, hoisted them, and slammed down.
Yeah, if it was rape, do it right.
The talk of making her forget sex was bullshit anyway.
He just wanted to fuck a girl perfect for rape play.
Not cumming once or twice today—he'd go wild.
"Hoo."
About 10 minutes in, Hyun-ah too wrecked to even cry pain, and Won-jun finally felt the urge.
Splurt, splurt.
"Ah, here it comes."
Massive load, obvious. Won-jun smiled in satisfaction as he creampied her womb.
Perfect.
This rush of stealing a taken girl and cumming inside. Irreplaceable.
"Inside..."
Hyun-ah stared blankly down, face lost.
After Won-jun's trance-like pounding for 5 more minutes, she couldn't even scream.
"We match so well, Hyun-ah. Gotta cum like 10 times today?"
"..."
'Ten times?'
Stinging pain in her lower belly. Pussy felt torn.
And he wanted to do this ten times?
Hyun-ah looked at Won-jun's face.
"Our Hyun-ah, build experience with me so you can satisfy your boyfriend later."
Grinning as he prepped round two.
Hyun-ah truly thought she'd fucked up bad.
Just a plaything for a powerful man who targeted her.
Loved by tons of guys, great boyfriend, still over 10k followers.
'I see.'
All meaningless.
Click! Click!
"Turn this way once, please!"
"A word, if you would!"
In front of the Hunter Management Bureau headquarters.
Reporters who'd been camping out shoved cameras and mics forward.
Classic tactic, but unavoidable.
He was the hottest guy right now.
"Back off, everyone!"
"..."
The man in question: Park Won-jun.
After soloing floors 51 and 52 of Seoul's Black Tower, he was eyeing 55.
'Annoying.'
Won-jun kept his expression neutral, but he was irritated.
Yesterday's sex with Song Hyun-ah had petered out.
Fun at first, but her reactions soured.
Shoving his phone camera in her face got some response when she hid begging not to film, but later—even creampie overflow, bukkake on face and hair—she just lay like a corpse.
Games, sports, sex—nothing more boring than a broken opponent.
Today, Won-jun passed demands to Hunter Management Minister Ma Tae-sik.
Time to uphold the promise.
'Alright.'
Bad days happen, but life goes on.
Plenty more girls to fuck, thrills to find.
Just keep moving forward.
'This'll be fun.'
Won-jun's next target was set.
"What the hell does that..."
"Exactly what it sounds like."
Slightly revealing outfit, blonde hair, glamorous figure.
Luna Jeong, 22, one of Korea's top streamers, couldn't believe her ears.
"Why would the Hunter Management Bureau contact me like that?"
"No idea, but they did."
"This is too sudden."
Luna was stunned by her agency manager oppa.
Park Won-jun, the Special Hunter stealing the spotlight—way above her league—wanted to see her.
And the contact came from his bureau handler?
What kind of government agency called talent agencies? Even for a Special Hunter under them, unheard of.
"Just the two of us? Isn't that rude?"
"Luna, this isn't normal. You know the bureau's a powerhouse, right—even nationally."
Korea's government held more sway now, and the bureau's influence was unmatched.
"At least meet him. He's curious about you."
"Sigh, seriously. What'd the CEO say?"
"Why do you think I'm convincing you?"
"This is insane."
Luna had strong pride.
A few months back, she'd gotten flirty DMs from a lead actor in a 10-million-view film—older, but rejected.
As a subtle celeb-streamer-not-idol, she hated pushy guys.
And now this rude solo meetup?
"Nothing'll happen. Just meet, smile politely, leave."
"No other way?"
"None, if you wanna work in Korea."
Firm manager.
Close with Luna, but not family.
And clueless about Won-jun's true nature—just a capable 23-year-old Special Hunter into pretty, sexy Luna.
"Fine, sigh. Whatever, let's see his face."
"Thanks, Luna, really."
Manager grinned, mission accomplished on the agency star.
"Hmph."
'Fine, whatever.'
Luna figured deep down: rude, but kill time politely and bounce.