The Congresswoman's Filthy Graffiti Thrill
I send the young female congresswoman and the rounding caddy driving the cart ahead first. The makeshift restroom in one of the golf course zones. Song Han-na heads into the men's room as if it's the most natural thing, so I follow her in. Inside, it's dead silent—like a cave where you can hear each other's breathing. Click. Given its remote spot, it's probably just maintained but never used; even the lights are off, so I flip the switch manually. The fluorescent bulbs brighten things up, chasing away the gloomy vibe.
"You must've been in quite a hurry? Of all places, here."
The congresswoman darts inside first and stands in the middle of the restroom, back turned to me. Her arms fidget urgently behind her.
"...No, I came here on purpose."
"On purpose? There's a hotel right at the entrance, and you pick this restroom?"
She doesn't answer. Instead, she spins 180 degrees once ready, letting her actions speak.
I flinch! Since the possession, this is the first time I've jumped a solid 10cm in shock. Jaw dropping at her boldness and the utterly unexpected pattern. Shirt hiked all the way up, skirt pulled down to the floor—half-naked on her own initiative. I already knew she wasn't wearing panties, and since we're heading toward fucking anyway, stripping isn't the issue.
Special treat for the boss♥
The problem is the 'writing' scrawled across her body. In marker, crooked letters tailored for someone else's gaze.
Please leave a review on how tasty Hanna's cunt was after pounding it.
Horny pussy on dangerous days starving and waiting.
Fucked today: >
Standing there dumbly reading them, every phrase is a spectacle. Thigh tops, below the navel, along her side—all self-inflicted, no doubt. She flashes a grin♥, her cleanly shaved or waxed privates peeking out, revealing even the graffiti there. She hikes her skirt higher to expose everything below, pulling her shirt up over her chest to show a red bra.
Feel free to devour these tits♥
Of course, more scribbles. Vulgar ones etched right between her cleavage.
"......Are you insane?"
Me, in this scumbag's body, never thought I'd say that in this lifetime. If a strong wind had blown during golf and exposed this to anyone, it'd be career-ending. Skipping panties under a short skirt is bad enough, but the body art takes the cake. Song Han-na, who's basically strapped bombs to herself, approaches with a beaming smile despite my jab. She rests her hand lightly on my chest and whispers sweetly.
"Boss, do you know this?"
"...Know what."
"That just like life gets boring if everything fails, it's equally dull if everything succeeds?"
Some opener... I can already guess where this is going. Considering her nonstop rise, it's easy to infer.
"Fame, love, power. Everything in my life so far has come easy. Whether it's skill or luck, I've achieved way more than my peers with less effort."
"...Must be your own talent, Ms. Song Han-na."
"No, no one can ignore luck. Look, I invested in you on a whim despite the scam vibes, and struck a massive goldmine."
Squeeze—squeeze♥ Song Han-na rubs against me in her slutted-up outfit. Those tasty-looking milk jugs covered in trashy graffiti make my cock harden as I look down.
"But constant success means pleasure from honey jars dwindles too. Sure, achievements bring instant highs and recognition, but you adapt to the dopamine, then get trapped in anxiety over when it'll crash and plain boredom."
"......"
"Anyway, that's why I recently picked up a 'thrill-packed' hobby to break free... but I'm disappointed in you, boss."
"Disappointed?"
She closes in, spreading her scent freely, then steps back just as casually. Eyebrows drooping like she's deflated, she continues.
"You're not the woman-crazed thug the rumors paint—more gentlemanly than expected? With our first meeting... Su-a's already been fucked by you, so I was hoping deep down, but it's so lukewarm. I thought you were just hiding your claws, but even with prime meat served up, you're still shy."
Crude phrasing and blatant disappointment. 'Haaah....' After hearing it all, I sigh inwardly. This is why relationships are a pain. Not everyone wants a sure thing. The world's full of weirdos and folks with ironclad tastes. Society doesn't run on numbers alone.
Grip♥ While I lament, she gropes the bulge straining my pants—the true colors hidden behind that shiny congresswoman badge. Licking her lips, her disappointed expression lingers.
"Hmm... the cock passes, but still disappointing."
Congresswoman Song Han-na's loyalty toward you has dropped: 98% → 92%
Even her true inner trust plummets. The key point: she's bummed because I didn't pounce on her disappointment. Absurd no matter how I parse it.
'She's disappointed I'm not the rumored total scumbag...?'
That must be why she warmed up to me so easily before. Not the money—she craved a no-holds-barred chaebol heir to fulfill her filthy fantasies.
"Well, we're here anyway, so let's enjoy once and—"
"...Once?"
"Huh?"
Situation grasped, I shake it off like a mood switch, slicking my hair back. Stretch my neck side to side, then deliver the verdict.
"Hoo... So, Song Han-na... Hanna, this is what you want, right?"
Grab!
"Eek?!"
I shoot my hand out and yank her perfectly combed hair like twisting a chicken's neck. Unlike the women I've patiently groomed, I handle her roughly—no gentleman here—yanking her forward. Looking down contemptuously at this self-lowered bitch covered in graffiti, I command.
"Spread those legs right now, you fucking slut."
My voice stays calm, but in the empty restroom, it echoes like a roar. Trash talk blasts out at zero to a hundred. I ditch the public service smile, drop all pretense, and spit what I really want to say.
Song Han-na's eyes go wide at the bark. She shrinks back in a fluster, looks up at me, and...
"Ah, aaaah...♥"
One word, and the hierarchy snaps into place. Thump-thump-thump♥ Turn the tables like flipping my palm, and dopamine floods her—her heartbeat drumming loud enough to hear from here. Shocked yet thrilled like it's the plot she craved, she assumes pussy-attention stance, disciplined.
"Fuck... I've been kissing ass lately and needed a stress-relief bitch. Perfect timing."
I start stripping in the restroom, and Song Han-na waits demurely, hands clasped like awaiting her master. If she's volunteering as a dog ready for a collar, it's easy for me. Standard procedure since entering this thug's body—fucking women like this.
Pop! I whip out the fully erect cock in one go. Pants shoved down, it stands proud; she stares and mutters unconsciously.
"Not just length... girth too...♥"
Bitch drooling at the male tool.
"Hey, what're you waiting for?"
"Y-yes?!"
"You begged to be treated like a bitch in heat? Get on all fours already."
Shake her by the hair, and her lips quiver like waves. Release the grip, her neatly clasped hands tremble, then she drops to her knees on the filthy restroom floor. No need to spell out the rest—she crawls like a dog and lunges for the cock.
"Smooch—slurp♥ Hooob... haa, strong male scent...♥"
What a dog-perv. She laps at the man's dick in submission to my barking and degradation. Kisses the fat glans till lipstick smears, then lovingly engulfs it.
"Smooch, smooch♥"
But the foreplay drags. Did the roar shock her brain? No progress, so I adjust.
"Don't use your teeth."
"Y-yeah?"
Grab! Clutch her hair again. Fuck respect for ladies—treat it like a convenient handle, yank and shlurp-shlurp-glurk-shlurp-glurk!
"Hoooobl?! Mmmph-mmmph-mmmph—glrk!"
"Ah... fuck, that's good."
Cleaning cock with her mouth-cunt♥ I gleefully use the congresswoman—who pretended purity while craving rag treatment—as a cum dump. Lips stretch wide with deep lipstick smears, eyes watering from the rough thrusts. Routine for me. Same shit I did with paid whores, no holds barred.
"Hoooobl, glrk!"
"Hold your breath."
"Glrk, glrk! ...Gasp, haa!"
I deepthroat her till she's gasping for air, dunking the thick rod she'd called girthy herself—painful for her throat—over and over, then blurble-blurp, blurp♥ Excretion. Not ejaculation—more like voiding. Stress relief: gripping her hair, repeating till I flood her throat with cum.
"—!?! "
I wait till she swallows perfectly, then release after a while.
"Keh! Kek-kek-kek!"
Pull out the cum-stuffed cock, and she stares at the floor, gulping air desperately. Greedy drool spills, some semen dribbling from her mouth.
"Haa, haa...♥"
Shiver-shiver... But tasting cock-juice, her spine quivers with twisted pleasure. In the abandoned restroom, wrecked and savoring air's worth, she lifts her head.
Gulp... swallow♥ Downs the last of the cum in her mouth, then pants like a dog.
"I dared underestimate you, boss...♥"
Song Han-na grins faintly through her disheveled hair. Tension soaks her bra and hiked golf shirt with sweat; she sticks out her tongue like an idiot in awe.
Drip-drip-drip... Even below reacts. Legs splayed W-style on the restroom floor, piss leaks from between—no panties, so yellow liquid trickles into tile grout, flowing toward the drain.