Chapter 56: Collapse of the Break Line (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 56: Collapse of the Break Line (3)
"You're quite tight, too."
Zing—
As I whispered, her pussy tightened, squeezing my cock.
Wearing a look of pure bliss, Park Su-jin reached out as if begging for an embrace.
"Plunge that cock you're so proud of deep inside me."
"As you wish."
The sight of her dress, unzipped and pulled down to hang precariously around her slender waist, was incredibly sexy. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her bronze skin like dark ripples, partially veiling her breasts in a tantalizing display.
As my throbbing cock twitched inside her, Park Su-jin flinched, her hips jerking instinctively before she pulled my head into a deep embrace with a smile. I gripped her thin waist and began to lift and lower her slowly.
"Hngh... Ah... Mmph, chu... Haa... Slurp—"
As I slowly rubbed against her, Park Su-jin kissed me. She seemed to be struggling to stay quiet; her bold tongue, which had been darting around my mouth, would occasionally retreat as she clamped her lips shut to stifle a moan.
Thwack, thwack, slap, slap—
The sound of her well-toned, supple ass hitting my thighs echoed through the room.
I had been worried that her pussy might be loose due to her extensive experience, but it felt better than expected. In particular, a firm elasticity and distinct vaginal ridges—textures I hadn't felt in others—stimulated my cock intensely.
Every time I thrust, it didn't feel like a simple mass clinging to me; instead, those ridges rubbed against my shaft like a washboard. Pushing past those soft folds sent jolts of pleasure through me. When I winced from the sheer intensity, Park Su-jin looked at me with adoration.
"It’s amazing, isn't it...? Haa... Ahhh... Your cock is incredible, too... More... Harder, stir me up inside."
Though she spoke as if giving an order, she began to rotate her hips herself. It wasn't just a simple up-and-down motion; she ground her ass against my thighs and waist like a millstone.
The stimulation was already intense because of those distinct ridges, but now they twisted and clung to me like suction cups, scraping up the length of my cock.
"Ahn! Ah, I'm not supposed to make noise... Hngh!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Park Su-jin’s moans grew louder. With one hand on my shoulder and the other covering her own mouth, she worked her hips tirelessly to please me.
As she bounced, her swaying breasts and sharp nipples seemed to thrust toward me. I grabbed her plump breasts and sucked on a protruding nipple, causing her to writhe in a drench of pleasure.
Gripping her ass with my other hand, I began to thrust back powerfully, matching her rhythm.
"Kh-ah!! Ah, ahh!! No, I'm really, really—! Ahhh! Ang!"
As I hammered deep into her, pushing past the ridges that squeezed my cock like dozens of tiny hands, Park Su-jin began to scream in ecstasy.
Her sweat-slicked bronze skin looked utterly delicious. I trailed my tongue from her breasts up to her collarbone, making her body tremble violently.
Gasping for air, Park Su-jin rubbed her face against mine, desperate for a kiss. Her tongue sought out my mouth, sliding past my lips to tangle with mine. Her snake-like tongue pushed past my teeth, hungrily exploring.
She opened her mouth wide as if to swallow my lips whole, sucking and licking the saliva-smeared area around my mouth like a creature driven by pure instinct.
I moved the hand gripping her ass and slid my middle finger into her anus.
"Hieeeek—! Not there, that's not the hole for that—ahhhnnn—"
Even her unused asshole was sensitive. Park Su-jin’s expression melted into one of pure bliss as she began to drool.
As I tormented her tight, narrow rear with my finger while my cock hammered against her cervix, she suddenly squirted.
Drip, drip, drop—
Vaginal fluids ran down my cock and splattered onto the floor.
Her back arched and her head thrown back, she could do nothing but shiver. Sensing I was close, I gripped her waist and began to piston rapidly while she was lost in the throes of her climax.
"Heugh— I, if you... Haa, if you do more, my head... Ugh! Haa— my mind is going white— Heugh! Ahh!"
"I'm going to fill you up, so take it all."
"It's getting... even bigger! Ahhh!"
Feeling my engorged cock swell even further, Park Su-jin placed a hand on her lower belly, feeling the vibrations of my trembling shaft.
Splurt— Squirt!
The semen erupted, pushing aside her fluids to fill her pussy to the brim. The ejaculate seeped between every ridge, sealing the space between us perfectly.
I held her as she shook, her eyes rolling back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she clung to me weakly. When I finally pulled out, a mixture of semen and fluids spilled out with a wet sound.
"That was... beyond anything I imagined... You're a fucking delicious bastard..."
"If it's delicious, you should have more."
I stood up and lifted her onto the dining table. Her strength gone, Park Su-jin lay there with her breasts and pussy exposed, looking at me with unfocused eyes. Her gaze slowly drifted down from my face, past my chest and abdomen, to the cock standing tall just past her own legs.
"Wow... So this is how that little bitch felt... Just looking at it makes my pussy throb..."
Mentioning Baek Bo-min, Park Su-jin’s cheeks flushed red. I caressed her heated face before pinching a turgid nipple and pressing my glans against her messy entrance.
Squish—
Her pussy, slick with semen and fluids, offered no resistance as it opened wide to swallow me again. As I pierced deep into her, displacing the remaining semen, Park Su-jin let out a sharp gasp and wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Hngh... My pussy is so full... Mmm... It's been stretched to your size now. No other cock will ever fit... Haa..."
She stroked her lower belly with her fingers, seemingly pleased by the sensation of being filled.
"Right here... I can feel it. I can feel your cock through my skin. Fill me up even more."
She looked up at me while stroking herself lewdly. Looking at her face—both filthy and lovely—I pulled back before thrusting in with all my might.
The semen-slicked ridges were caught off guard, and her pussy clamped down hard, crushing the folds against me. Her vagina, now feeling like a single wall of flesh, squeezed me from all sides, sucking me into her deepest depths.
With every thrust, the force caused Park Su-jin to bounce against the white tablecloth. The most delicious "meal" I had ever had here was screaming in ecstasy, begging to be devoured.
Her hair clung to her damp skin, her posture radiating raw seduction. I grabbed her arms, pinning them between her legs, and pulled her toward me as I plunged deep. Park Su-jin gasped as if losing her mind, her breasts shaking between her pinned arms.
Her sharp nipples swayed, tempting my eyes, while the walls of her flesh stimulated my cock until the pleasure became unbearable.
Splurt! Squish— Splatter!
A second ejaculation, longer and more powerful than the first, hammered against her cervix. Park Su-jin screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching so high her breasts pointed to the ceiling before she collapsed.
I shuddered several times as I emptied myself into her before finally pulling out. Semen trailed in a long line from her pussy, staining the floor.
I squeezed her breasts as she panted in the aftermath of her climax, then grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward me. Her position shifted, her head hanging off the edge of the table. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes before focusing on my cock, which was messy with semen and fluids.
Struggling just to lift her head, she leaned in and sniffed near my crotch before darting her tongue out for a lick. Having finished her "tasting," she took it all into her mouth, cleaning the soiled cock with wet, slurping sounds.
*
Once the affair was over, we tidied ourselves up. Using magic to erase the scent of lust and dry our sweat-and-fluid-soaked clothes, we sat back down as if nothing had happened.
A moment later, a staff member entered carrying a novel dessert: soy sauce ice cream.
"How was your meal today?"
As the staff member set down the dessert, Park Su-jin looked at me with sultry eyes and smiled.
"It was the best. The most delicious thing I've ever eaten. I could eat this every single day."
The staff member smiled, looking honored by the high praise.
Park Sung-jun was a Hero, and thus, he cleared dungeons.
Although he had reduced his dungeon runs since becoming a Clan Leader, he was the Break Line’s greatest asset, and there were times he had to go out to maintain the clan's reputation.
Even when he entered a dungeon to meet the government’s quotas, he did nothing. While his party members struggled to take down monsters, Park Sung-jun simply stood there, contemplating how to use Jeong Yeon-woo.
Because this had been the case for a long time, his party members no longer cared if he did nothing. They simply understood that as a Clan Leader, he had much on his mind. In truth, it wasn't because he was the leader; they simply coddled him because he was the only male in the party.
The youngest, Han So-ye, had initially been annoyed, wondering why he even bothered coming if he wasn't going to help, but even she had grown used to it.
The other party members worked hard to clear the dungeon, and soon, the conquest was complete. Aside from the one person who should have contributed but didn't, the members of Park Sung-jun’s party emerged from the dungeon after a grueling two days.
It had been a long crawl, and the party members had only one thought: getting home to rest.
However, their hopes were shattered the moment they stepped outside.
Even Park Sung-jun was startled by the crowd gathered around the exit. Though he had been a Hero for a long time, he had never received this much attention. Even if the Break Line was trending lately, it was usually Jeong Yeon-woo and his party who were famous. Park Sung-jun, not expecting the spotlight to fall on him, felt a mix of confusion and pride.
The reporters waiting near the line began shouting the moment they saw him.
"Is it true that you have been illegally wiretapping Heroes?!"
"Do you believe it is right to use your position as Clan Leader to spy on the private lives of Heroes?!"
Contrary to his expectations, the reporters' questions were sharp and threatening.
At the mention of his illegal acts against several Heroes being discovered, a chill ran down Park Sung-jun’s spine. His confused party members stared at him blankly, but he didn't have the luxury of explaining anything to them.
Just then, a staff member who had been waiting in the distance rushed over and showed him an article on the internet.
"..."
Everything in the article was true, so there were no new facts for Park Sung-jun. However, now everyone else knew.
It was a relief that these were still just rumors and allegations, but the fact that this had spread meant someone out there had the evidence.
His smartphone, which he had left behind before entering the dungeon, was filled with hundreds of missed calls and messages.
"To the clan office."
Park Sung-jun ignored the reporters' questions and climbed into the van to leave.
The party members inside the van were either checking the news on their phones or staring at him. Their gazes were filled with distrust.
They had all experienced it at least once—thinking he was kind because he understood their feelings so well or remembered the smallest details about them. Now they realized that "kindness" was actually the result of his filthy peeping.
Though they were still just allegations, their personal experiences made them certain of the truth.
Among them, one party member glared at him with a deep scowl. Her face, looking as if she might pounce at any moment, held an expression Park Sung-jun had never seen before. The eyes of these women, who had always cherished and looked upon him favorably because he was a man, were now piercing him with sharp hostility.
Feeling uncomfortable in the van, Park Sung-jun prayed to reach the clan office quickly.
After what felt like an eternity, they arrived. Park Sung-jun practically fled from the van and headed up to the Clan Leader’s office alone. It wasn't unusual for him to leave the party members to clean up after a raid, so no one stopped him.
Once inside the elevator, Park Sung-jun exploded in a fit of rage. He kicked the handrail until it bent, panting heavily. Before reaching the top floor, he forced himself into a calm posture and stepped out of the ruined elevator as if nothing were wrong.
However, his brisk pace betrayed his anxiety. His secretary spotted him and approached.
"Sir, right now in the office..."
The secretary said something, but the distracted Park Sung-jun ignored her and threw open the doors to his office.
"..."
When he opened the door, the office—which should have been empty—was filled with people.
They were all familiar faces. The CEO who had provided the initial funding for the Break Line, the wealthy investors with close ties to the clan—everyone who held a stake in the Break Line was there.
And there was one person who held no shares at all.
"Jeong Yeon-woo... Was this your doing...?"
With a demonic expression, Park Sung-jun glared at Jeong Yeon-woo, who was sitting at the very end of the table. His voice sounded as if it had crawled out of hell, but Jeong Yeon-woo merely wore a bright smile, as if he were listening to a sweet melody.