Jealousy and Finale
My chest rose and fell with Cha Sua’s ragged breaths as she completely collapsed on top of me.
Having taken my cum all the way to the end of her womb, she lay limp across my body, too spent to even twitch a finger.
The soft, heavy weight of her full breasts pressed against my chest.
Through her sweat-slicked skin, I could feel the frantic thud of her heart—thump, thump, thump—pounding like it might burst.
Hah. Feels fucking good.
Still lying on my back, I reached out, grabbed the cigarette on the table, and lit it.
Hiss— I exhaled a long plume of smoke toward the ceiling.
The various camera angles captured both me and Sua perfectly.
On top of that, Director’s Eye was streaming my exact first-person view directly to the app.
The screen showed Sua’s sweat-dampened bob cut resting on my chest, the delicate line of her neck, and the smooth curve of her back, all bathed in a sultry atmosphere.
In the spacious living room of this mansion, a man and woman who had just been rutting like animals now shared their body heat in a languid afterglow.
Heh. Looks like the big brothers are enjoying this strange atmosphere too.
Of course they would. Just watching raw sex is one thing, but feeling these subtle emotional currents is completely different.
The possibilities really are endless.
I finished my cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, then grabbed Cha Sua’s waist and gently lifted her off me.
“Ah… ngh…”
As my cock slid out of her pussy, a wet squelch accompanied a thick mixture of white semen and her juices that dribbled onto the carpet.
I laid her down beside me and stood up, stretching lazily.
I walked to the fridge, grabbed a cold bottle of water, picked up the shopping bag I’d tossed in the corner earlier, and returned.
“Drink.”
“Haa… Yes…”
When I held the bottle to her lips, Cha Sua weakly lifted her head and gulped it down.
“You were squirting crystal-clear fountains like crazy earlier. You’ll get dehydrated at this rate, Miss Sua. You should drink water while you work.”
My teasing remark made her cheeks flush bright red.
“Th-thank you… Master…”
“No need to thank me. We still have to move on to the next plot, Miss Pussy.”
The moment she finished drinking, I flipped the shopping bag upside down and dumped its contents onto the carpet.
Rattle, clatter.
Leather cuffs, a blindfold, a ball gag, and several menacingly large, shiny devices spilled out.
“Th-this is all…”
Cha Sua’s eyes trembled.
“I bought some business supplies earlier today. Jihee picked them out very enthusiastically for you.”
“Jihee…?”
“Yeah, there’s a girl like that. We might do a collab stream together someday.”
Smiling, I picked up the largest and most expensive-looking item—a hyper-realistic, high-end vibrating dildo molded after an actual cock.
It was the most expensive toy in the shop, with a shaft that rotated and expanded while mercilessly scraping against the inner walls.
“Alright, relax your body.”
I lifted the exhausted Cha Sua and sat her on the living room sofa.
Then I took out the leather restraints, bent her knees, and spread her thighs wide apart into an M-shaped position.
“Arms and legs outward.”
At my command, Cha Sua trembled as she let both arms dangle outside her spread legs.
I firmly bound her wrists and ankles with leather straps, connecting them together.
Then I cinched her knees and thighs tightly in place.
Deeply reclined on the sofa with her legs splayed open and her limbs bound together—she couldn’t move an inch.
Hmm. I like this position. Perfect.
I mercilessly shoved the massive mechanical dildo into the entrance of her pussy, which was still twitching and overflowing with my cum.
Squelch!
“Hiiik!! Ah, it hurts… It’s, it’s too big, Master…!”
Instead of answering, I pressed the power button on the remote.
Whiiiiir—!!
“Kyaaaaaaaah—!!!”
The dildo spun wildly inside her, slamming against her cervix. Cha Sua’s entire body, bound to the sofa, convulsed like a live fish.
“Now, if you stay like this all night you won’t be able to go to the interior site tomorrow. Just two hours. We’re doing a two-hour abandonment play, Miss Cha Pussy.”
I picked up the tablet PC from the floor and set it on the table directly in front of the bound woman’s line of sight.
“And since you might get bored, I’ll give you something to watch.”
The screen lit up and the video began to play.
“Haa… Oppa… Oppaaa… I love you…”
“I love you too, Sujeong. You’re so pretty, my Sujeong.”
It was an old video of me and Jeong Sujeong tenderly embracing on the bed, having sweet, loving sex.
Of course, it hadn’t earned any money.
The tablet screen was filled with the sight of two lovers softly kissing, whispering each other’s names, and murmuring words of affection.
In front of her eyes played this sweet, beautiful sex video.
Yet her own reality was being tied to a sofa with her hands and feet bound, her pussy obscenely spread, violated by a massive mechanical cock while she screamed like an animal.
“How is it? Fun, right? Since you’re doing hardcore stuff, Miss Cha Pussy, I prepared a sweet romance video as a little mental therapy. Of course, the male lead is me.”
“Hngh! Uuuu…! Ah, aaaaah…!”
Cha Sua’s eyes shook violently.
I wondered what she was thinking.
Was it the sense of immorality from being put on display like this, bound and stuffed with a dildo?
Or was it simply the raw physical pleasure of her pussy being vibrated and churned so violently?
Or perhaps the jealousy she felt watching me and Sujeong’s sweet sex video?
Or the shame of knowing that unlike that tender lovemaking, she was tied up like a dog and getting off on a mechanical dildo?
Whatever it was, it made for one hell of an interesting picture.
In two hours, she’d be completely broken.
This woman had incredible on-stream talent—both her lines and her reactions were perfect.
I was already looking forward to what she’d be like after two hours.
Whiiiiir—!! Squish, squelch!
The obscene vibrating sound and Cha Sua’s muffled cries echoed through the living room.
The ball gag in her mouth kept her from even moaning properly.
I casually walked to the kitchen and brewed myself a cup of coffee.
Carrying the fragrant mug, I returned to the living room and sank deep into the single-seat recliner that offered the best view of Cha Sua’s miserable state.
“Slurp. Mm, nice.”
Right in front of me, a famous architect and interior designer was bound hand and foot on the sofa, thighs spread wide, drooling helplessly as a machine fucked her pussy raw.
And on the tablet in front of her, the sweet pure-love sex video of me and Jeong Sujeong continued to play.
“Haa… Oppa… Oppaaa… I love you…”
Jeong Sujeong’s youthful, adorable moans from the tablet mixed with the sight of Cha Sua convulsing like a beast right before my eyes, creating a bizarrely dissonant harmony.
I picked up the smartphone I’d left on the sofa table.
Scrolling through my contacts, I tapped Jeong Sujeong’s name and selected speakerphone.
Tu-ru-ru-ru—
The call connected after only a couple of rings.
[Ah, Oppaaa!! Yay, Oppa called me!]
Sujeong’s bright, aegyo-filled voice rang loudly through the living room.
“Ugh…?! Uuuu…!”
The moment she heard that voice, Cha Sua’s eyes—still gagged—widened in shock and snapped toward me.
She was surprised.
Of course she was. Cha Sua knew exactly who Sujeong was.
She was the girl who had recognized her face before and squealed, “Kyaa, Designer Cha Sua! I’m such a huge fan!”—the very same woman appearing in the video playing right now.
“Hey, Sujeong. What are you up to?”
[I just showered and got into bed! But Oppa, what’s that sound in the background?]
She must have heard her own moans and cries leaking from the tablet through the phone.
There was clear confusion in Sujeong’s voice.
[Huh? Oppa, that sounds like my voice… What are you watching?]
“Oh, this? It’s that old stream where we did sweet pure-love sex together. I’m rewatching it.”
My nonchalant answer was met with a delighted squeal on the other end.
[Kyaa, Oppa… What is this… Are you thinking about me? Ah, I’m so embarrassed… I love it, Oppaaa…]
“Of course I was thinking about my pretty Sujeong. Hearing your voice makes me want to see you again.”
[Hehe, me too. I love you, Oppa. Mwah!]
“Yeah, I love you too. Sleep well.”
After ending the sickeningly sweet call, I tossed the phone back onto the table.
Then I rested my chin on my hand and stared directly at Cha Sua.
“Mmph, uuuugh… Hngh…!”
Cha Sua’s cheeks were a complete mess of tears.
She possessed the social status and fame that the woman who had called herself her fan would envy,
yet here she was in this dark living room, tied up with leather straps, vulgarly offering her pussy to a machine.
And the warm “I love you” that had come from her Master’s lips had been meant for that other woman, not her.
A perfect comparison. A perfect sense of deprivation.
I could see thick, sticky jealousy pooling in Cha Sua’s eyes.
The desperate, instinctive craving of a female who wanted to be loved by me had completely devoured her reason.
Time passed relentlessly until the promised two hours were up.
I stood and walked over to Cha Sua.
I turned off the vibrator with the remote, then unfastened the leather straps from her sweat- and love-juice-soaked wrists and ankles.
Finally, I undid the buckle of the ball gag that had been stuffed in her mouth.
Thud.
“Cough! Haa… Haaaa… Huaaang…!”
The moment she was freed, Cha Sua collapsed onto the sofa and began to sob bitterly.
I pulled the dildo out of her pussy with a wet pop and looked down at her coldly.
“Abandonment play is over, Miss Cha Pussy. So? Did you reflect a lit—”
“M-Master… Hic… Masterrrrr…!”
Before I could finish, Cha Sua threw her arms around my waist and clung to me desperately.
“Please love me more too, Master. Huaaang… I, I can do better than that woman… Please…”
On this night,
Cha Sua had been utterly shattered.
The designer Cha Sua was dead. Only a single slave remained—one who craved her Master’s love and cock.
I grinned and grabbed both her shoulders, shoving her roughly back onto the sofa.
“Alright. Let’s see just how well you can do.”
I slid between her spread legs and slammed my cock all the way into her swollen, bright-red pussy that had been ravaged by the vibrating dildo.
Squelch—! Schliiick!
“Aaaaaah!! It’s inside… Master’s real cock…!!”
I immediately began pounding her in missionary like a beast.
Thwack! Smack! Squelch, squelch!!
Now freed from her bonds, Cha Sua’s arms wrapped around my neck with desperate longing.
Pinned beneath me and taking my cock, she gasped for breath and stretched her lips toward my face.
“Haa… M-Master, k-kiss… I want to kiss… Please? Kiss me…”
The phone call with Jeong Sujeong must have driven her insane with jealousy.
She was frantic to confirm some kind of emotional connection with me.
“Hah. Use that tongue properly.”
The moment I gave permission, Cha Sua yanked my neck down and crashed her lips into mine.
Slurp, smack, schluuurp.
A fierce, desperate kiss.
Her tongue invaded my mouth like crazy, tangling and mixing our saliva.
Above, our saliva mixed. Below, our bodily fluids mixed.
“Mmph, smack! Schluuurp! Haa… Master’s scent… I love it so much…”
Cha Sua sucked on my lips without even pausing to breathe, fully accepting every thrust of my hips.
Her inner walls contracted wildly, squeezing my shaft with greedy spasms.
Thwack! Thwaaack!! Squish!!
“Haaaaah! I’m, I’m cumming! Again, deeeeeper!!”
“Fuck, take one more load, Miss Cha Pussy.”
I too had reached my limit. I crushed her cervix and slammed my hips upward with destructive force.
Crunch!
As Cha Sua’s body convulsed, hot semen erupted from the tip of my cock and flooded wildly into her womb.
It was my second creampie of the night.
“Hiiiiik!! It’s hot… So hooot…♥”
Her body, now stuffed full of cum, twitched and spasmed on the sofa.
I caught my breath and pushed myself up.
A woman’s naked body lay sprawled carelessly across the sofa—completely corrupted by sweat, bodily fluids, jealousy, and pleasure.
It was truly a masterpiece.
This was exactly why I did this job.
Conscious of the camera angles sharing my view, I looked down at the panting Cha Sua on the sofa.
“Alright, Miss Cha Sua. Say ‘V’.”
At my words, Cha Sua let out a sloppy giggle.
Her eyes were completely unfocused.
A perfect ahegao face.
Still lying on the sofa, she raised both hands beside her face and made a vulgar double peace sign.
Then, in the cheapest, sluttiest voice imaginable, she chirped toward the screen where the VVIPs were watching.
“H-Hello everyone, I’m Cha Sua, representative designer of Design Su♥ Actually, fuck being a designer—I’m just a filthy perverted masochistic bitch who only craves Master’s cock♥ From now on, I’m going to give every single one of my holes to Master’s cock every single day♥ Please keep watching the broadcast a lot, okayyyy♥”
With that single line, the donation counter that had been climbing steadily finally hit its peak.
She really was incredible at broadcasting.
