Jang Eun-ha Takes a Plain Load, Mistaking It for Drugged Semen / The Beating of Kang Jae-hoon Begins
"Kang Jae-hoon. Hanging out with Ahn Sung-chul now, huh?"
"I heard Ahn Sung-chul told Kang Jae-hoon to beat the crap out of Han-seok."
"Hey, it's Kang Jae-hoon. That lunatic. Shit, let's get out of here."
Kang Jae-hoon walked down the corridor and strode into the classroom.
He took the seat dead center in the very last row.
He wasn't even a student in this class.
The desk's rightful owner had gone to the bathroom, only to return and find a rabid dog named Kang Jae-hoon sitting in his seat. Unable to do anything about it, he just stood there awkwardly beside it.
Kang Jae-hoon met his eyes.
From his seat by the window at the back of the room, Ahn Sung-chul smiled at the displaced student and said,
"Hey. If you're sleepy, just stand in the back for class."
"..."
The boy picked up only the book he'd left on the desk and went to stand at the back of the classroom.
Lee Han-seok, sitting directly in front of Kang Jae-hoon, was oblivious to all of it, working through his workbook.
A young female teacher entered through the front door of the classroom.
"Where did we leave off?"
She opened her book and asked the students in the front rows how far they'd gotten.
Then she noticed the student standing at the back.
"Why are you standing back there?"
"I'm sleepy."
The boy answered, glancing nervously at Ahn Sung-chul.
There were no empty seats in the classroom.
The teacher caught sight of Ahn Sung-chul resting his chin on his hand, smirking, and quickly looked away.
"Alright, page 57 of the textbook. And let's take a look at problem 3 on the handout I gave you last time."
The teacher proceeded with the lesson, writing on the blackboard.
Then—
Thud.
A sound rang out.
Kang Jae-hoon had driven his fist into the space between the shoulder blades of Han-seok, seated in front of him.
"Ugh."
Han-seok winced at the sudden impact and rubbed his back.
It was hard enough to rattle his whole torso.
Han-seok turned his head.
Kang Jae-hoon mouthed the word what at him.
A few students glanced back, then quickly turned away.
"So, that means 3 can't be the answer, right?"
The teacher carried on with the lesson as if she'd seen nothing.
Thud.
The sound came again.
By now, no one bothered to look back toward Han-seok anymore.
Han-seok twisted around and stared at Kang Jae-hoon.
Kang Jae-hoon cocked his head and said,
"The hell you looking at, punk."
It was a surreal scene.
At the front of the classroom, it seemed as though no one could hear the sounds or see any of it happening.
Lee Han-seok shot a brief glance at Ahn Sung-chul, then turned back around.
All through the class period, thud. Thud.
At one-minute intervals. For the full fifty minutes.
The bell rang.
The teacher hurried out of the classroom without even a goodbye.
Lee Han-seok slipped his hand into his desk drawer.
"This bastard's tough as hell. No wonder."
Kang Jae-hoon snickered behind him.
Han-seok pulled a hammer out of the desk drawer.
Kang Jae-hoon, who'd been sitting back with his feet up on the desk, grinning, felt his face go rigid. His pupils wavered.
But Han-seok moved faster than expected.
With his legs up on the desk, Kang Jae-hoon had no way to react.
Crack.
With a dull, heavy sound, Kang Jae-hoon crumpled straight onto the classroom floor.
Time seemed to freeze as every student stared at them.
In the utter silence, Han-seok sat back down at his desk and resumed solving problems.
Hammer still in one hand.
An expensive foreign luxury car rolled into the underground parking garage.
The car slid into its spot in a single motion, and from the driver's seat emerged a pair of long, smooth legs, high heels clicking against the concrete.
It was Jang Eun-ha.
She took the elevator.
In the packed elevator, the men stole furtive glances at Jang Eun-ha, who stood there expressionless.
People trickled off one by one, and by the time she stepped off on the 19th floor, she was alone in the car.
The elevator doors opened.
Arriving in her own private space, Jang Eun-ha's face brightened just slightly.
She badged into the lab with her key card.
"Mm~♪ Mm-mm~♬"
Humming a light tune, she turned the TV on mute and slipped into her white lab coat.
She stepped out of her skirt.
Revealing gray thong panties that left the line of her firm ass entirely on display.
Jang Eun-ha took one of the containers of Lee Han-seok's semen stored in the pharmaceutical refrigerator and drew it up into a dropper.
She braced one hand on the desk, pushed her hips back, and stuck out her tongue.
Her tongue was already slick and glistening with saliva.
Plip.
A single drop of semen fell onto her pink tongue.
Jang Eun-ha steadied herself on the desk and surrendered to the pleasure surging up through her.
The sharp focus of her eyes dissolved, and drool ran in a thin line from the tip of her tongue.
The center of her gray thong darkened.
Drip. Drip.
Drops of fluid fell from the center of the panties.
"Haaaah."
The corners of her mouth curled upward.
It was the start of an perfectly ordinary morning.
3 p.m.
The drowsy afternoon sun spilled through the lab windows.
Eun-ha's full, heavy breasts pressed against the bed.
"Mmmh."
Eyes closed, lying naked face-down on the lab bed, she was savoring Han-seok's cock.
Every time Han-seok gripped her slender waist and drove forward, her delicate body was pushed along, her ass bouncing and jiggling.
His balls kept slapping against the mound of her pussy.
The two of them absorbed in their "work" was being captured in full by a phone mounted on a tripod.
"What's this, day four now? Your pussy's definitely been trained to belong to me, Eun-ha."
"Yes. It feels like my inner walls have been calibrated to you, Director."
"We agreed that starting today, I finish inside, right?"
"Yes. Did you take EX74?"
"I did."
"Whether it's the precum or something, the pleasure's been overwhelming since a minute ago. I can barely stand it."
"I'll pick up the pace."
"Yes... this is definitely different from usual... I've never felt anything like this. Director, may I come?"
"Go ahead."
The sound of flesh slapping together grew wilder.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Eun-ha's mouth hung open stupidly as her pussy sprayed fluid.
"Come as much as you want."
With every stroke of his thick cock pistoning into her, her juices overflowed.
"Eun-ha, I'm coming."
"Yesyes, aaaaahn!"
"Ah, fuck."
Han-seok marked his territory inside Eun-ha's pussy with his semen.
Every time he thrust his hips while emptying himself into the daughter of the man he wanted to tear apart with his own hands, the lewd bitch sprayed out pussy-juice mixed with his cum, over and over.
"Aaahn."
When Han-seok pulled out, Eun-ha let out a pleading, whimpering moan.
"Stay just like that."
Her pelvis was trembling and twitching through the aftershocks.
Han-seok held a plastic container beneath her pussy hole and pried the opening apart with his fingers.
The phone camera captured everything—the cum pouring out of her hole in a thick stream, filling the container.
"Feels like there's still more in there? Push for me?"
"Haaah... haah... yes..."
Something shifted deep inside her hole, and another thick rope of cum spilled out.
"Good."
Once the sample collection was finished, Eun-ha collapsed face-down onto the bed.
She spoke between ragged breaths.
"Director. EX74 is incredible. Haaah."
"Still, you didn't pass out like Secretary Kim did."
"But the pleasure was beyond anything I imagined? I think I'm already addicted down there. What should I do?"
Han-seok came around to her side of the bed and climbed on.
Eun-ha, as naturally as breathing, took hold of his cock and licked it like an ice cream cone.
Stroking her hair, Han-seok said,
"Eun-ha. I have a confession to make."
"Hm? Yes...?"
"I never took EX74. I took EX69."
"...What?"
Her eyes flew wide open.
Drool hung from her lips, trailing sloppily down to the tip of his glans, making her look like an idiot.
"To put it crudely—you've only just now learned what my cock actually tastes like."
"That is crude but... then that pleasure just now was... just the pleasure of ordinary sex?"
"Yep."
"That can't be. Seriously? Then EX74 is..."
"That's why Secretary Kim passed out the first time.
And why now, just sliding my cock in and moving a few times is enough to give her the most overwhelming orgasm of her life."
Jang Eun-ha licked the slit of his cockhead, lost in thought for a moment, then promptly said,
"Director, I think that was an excellent experiment. Now that I truly understand the pleasure of a normal orgasm, I can finally make a proper comparison with EX74."
"Right. Tomorrow let's take the real EX74 and do it again."
Han-seok said, running his fingers through Jang Eun-ha's hair.
"Yes. And the day after, I may have to use a personal day, I'm afraid."
Han-seok smiled at how earnestly she said it.
Eun-ha gripped the base of his cock and stuck out her tongue.
She flicked the underside of his glans against her tongue, looking up at him.
"May I suck it just a little longer?"
"Sure. You did well today, so as a special treat—three minutes."
Han-seok set a timer on his phone.
If he let her suck too long, his cock would harden again, and then it would end up back inside her pussy—an endless cycle. This was his way of practicing restraint.
Over these past few days of training her pussy, he'd allowed her two minutes of sucking after each finishing.
At the word three, Eun-ha's eyes went wide.
"Really? Thank you."
Time is money.
Eun-ha immediately began bobbing her head eagerly, sucking his cock with genuine skill.
Until just last week, all she'd known how to do was take it in and spit it out. Now, her mouth was being developed into Han-seok's exclusive cock-sheath.
Late at night.
Kang Jae-hoon bought a bottle of soju and walked out of the convenience store.
Work clothes caked with dirt, a worn-out work vest over them.
He'd turned 48 as the sun set on another year, but years of exposure to the elements made his face look like a man in his mid-to-late fifties.
He trudged down a dark alley.
He dialed his phone—[Daughter: Kang Ah-jin].
[The customer is unavailable. Connecting to voicemail...]
He'd called his runaway daughter every spare moment he had, but all he'd collected was a growing stack of missed calls.
He had no idea that Kang Ah-jin had already opened a new phone under a different number.
"That fucking bitch."
He scowled and shoved the phone into his pocket.
At that moment—
Three large men in black suddenly appeared behind him and yanked a bag over Kang Jae-hoon's head.
One of them pressed a knife to his throat.
"Make a sound and you die."
Blood trickled from his neck.
Kang Jae-hoon, who had been grunting and struggling, nodded quickly, and his movements soon went still.
The three men seized him and dragged him into the high school right next door.
A school that had closed down years ago amid the plummeting birthrate.
The men took Kang Jae-hoon into a classroom with its door hanging open, bent him over a desk, and pinned down his limbs.
"Wh-what are you—"
Thud.
A man whose arm muscles were the size of an ordinary man's head drove a punch into Kang Jae-hoon's back.
The impact resonated through his whole torso.
"Ugh!"
The other two had both his arms and legs locked down tight. There was no escape.
Thud.
"Ngh... hhh... w-wait, just—"
Thud.
"AAAAAH! Why— why are you doing this? You've got the wrong guy—"
Thud.
"GUUUAH!"
The man throwing the punches leaned in close to Kang Jae-hoon's ear.
"The Boss said this would jog your memory."
In that instant, Kang Jae-hoon felt the spot where the hammer had once struck his skull ring out.
A memory he could never forget.
"Lee... Han... Seok."
Thud.
"Ughh..."
The pain grew so severe that Kang Jae-hoon no longer had the strength even to scream.
The man rolled up his sleeves.
"Don't wear out already. We've got fifty minutes to fill."