Chapter 76 Was She...? (1)
Chapter 76 Was She...? (1)
Chae-young didn't avoid kissing me even though she knew I still had her juices in my mouth.
Instead, uncharacteristically shy for a former bully, she tightly shut her eyes.
That face of hers was unbearably cute.
Even I, who had never once considered her as a romantic interest despite her countless unspoken confessions, felt my heart skip a beat for a moment.
It snapped me back to my senses.
Enough to stop myself from strangling the former bully-turned-nepotism hire who usually acted high and mighty as the president's daughter.
"Hah, haaah, haaaaah..."
This was different from what I'd done with my mothers. Not sadistic sex like that, just a friendship handjob.
And in a friendship handjob, expressions of affection like kissing were absolutely off-limits.
Honestly, penetration would've been less of a betrayal toward Gaeul noona.
After waiting for my kiss for a while, Chae-young slowly opened her eyes when she felt nothing on her lips.
Seeing me spit her juices onto a tissue on the desk, she weakly lowered her head.
The haughty demeanor of the president's daughter had long since vanished.
All I saw now was a helpless, vulnerable creature—a female who shuddered at every touch of my fingers.
Swallowing hard, I suppressed the surge of dominance rising in me and teased her lightly.
"How was it? Better than fingers?"
"...This isn't a friendship handjob."
But for some reason, her reaction wasn't positive.
Why?
I'd clearly given her enough to be fully satisfied.
It was the kind of oral that would've pleased even First Mother, with her numb cunt, let alone Fourth Mother's amateurish pussy.
Her pussy had told me she was satisfied.
But Chae-young herself just looked sad.
"It's meaningless if only I feel good."
Then she spoke firmly.
"So... I'll return the favor."
With shaky legs, Chae-young lifted her foot and placed her sole on my cock.
Then, using both feet, she clumsily rubbed me.
She seemed like she wanted to get up and jerk me off properly or suck me, but her waist was too weak to move.
Then she tapped her lower belly with a finger.
An invitation.
I swallowed hard, looking at her dripping wet pussy—ready to take me without further foreplay.
But I shook my head and kept focusing on teasing her clit, nipples, and other sensitive spots with my fingers.
The thought that sleeping with Chae-young might lead me to do the same things I'd done to my mothers—and that it might cost me my first real friend—stiffened my fingers against her clit. But only briefly.
Technically, I was trained enough to handle a woman's clit with calm precision.
Thanks to the incestuous betrayals with my mothers.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh♥♥♥"
Chae-young moaned happily—at least, her voice sounded happy.
"Stop! Stop!"
Her sudden shout startled me, and I quickly pulled my fingers out of her pussy.
Then, unconsciously, I brought my juice-covered fingers to her lips—and she eagerly licked them. Neither of us had planned it.
"...This isn't a friendship handjob."
Chae-young spoke between ragged breaths, her face completely gone, but her eyes strangely calm as they stared at me.
I wiped her juices off my chin and forced a smile.
"Sorry. Too rough?"
"No, I fucking came—no, wait! That's not what I meant!"
Staggering, Chae-young reached out and cupped my face.
"Hey, Lee Eun-woo. I don't know why you're like this. Don't care either. Well, actually I do... but that's not the point. We're in a friendship handjob right now. So... stop doing that. Stop keeping secrets and shutting your mouth all the time.
I'll tell you a secret too. It's embarrassing, but since we're in a friendship handjob... I'm kinda like you. I'm into being forced. Fantasize about it when I masturbate too. So we're a match made in heaven! ...Well, not like we're dating. Anyway, don't hold back with me.
I'm a masochist. So you can fuck me rough and cruel."
The sudden declaration from Chae-young—the former bully who used to brag about tormenting losers in school—left me speechless.
"...."
"Alright, since it's a friendship handjob, how about a little service? ...You can fuck me rough. Ravage me all you want, Master."
Chae-young, too weak to even stand, gave me a clumsy, ridiculous smile.
The word "Master" from her lips.
That childish yet outrageous declaration was enough to sever the last thread of my restraint.
What I'd truly feared wasn't my power, but the possibility that it might destroy someone, like my father had.
But if it's just a friendship handjob... Not brainwashing women with my power, just mutual enjoyment...
"...Don't regret this, Chae-young. You started it."
My voice dropped to a chilling low. At the same time, the thin shackles of morality that had bound my heart for half a year snapped.
In their place surged a primal urge to completely break the woman before me.
"...Eun-woo, your eyes..."
Chae-young trembled. Whether from fear or the pheromones I was emitting, her pupils were fully dilated.
But soon, she reverted to the bravado-filled bully I knew.
"Fuck, acting tough. Go ahead, try it. If you can really satisfy me, I'll call you Master from now on."
Knowing she was bluffing, I grabbed her pale neck with one hand. Normally, I'd have held back, but not now.
"Nghhh—"
What Chae-young, the masochistic slave, wanted wasn't gentle sex—but stimulation strong enough to wreck her womb.
"Ow! Ah, ahhh...!"
I roughly swallowed her moans between pain and pleasure.
The remnants of her juices in my mouth flowed back into hers.
Choking on my deep kiss, she clawed at my shoulders.
Blood welled up, but I didn't let go.
I sucked her tongue until I was satisfied.
Meanwhile, I positioned my cock at her entrance.
The moment before our first penetration.
Honestly, I'd known it would come to this since the day we met—when her bored eyes, tired of the factory scenery, first sparkled at me.
"I'm putting it in. Get ready."
Before even finishing, I was already pushing inside.
But saying it was pure sadism.
Squelch, thrust—!
"Haaaghhh—!"
Chae-young screamed, but this time I didn't stop.
Something felt off.
An unfamiliar sensation—something taut tearing in my path.
"Ah, it hurts! It hurts! It hurrrts, you bastard Eun-woo, I said it hurts—! Pull ouuuut!"
Confident she was loose from foreplay, I pushed in to the hilt—only to recognize a familiar sensation (from my one time with Fourth Mother) and quickly pulled out.
My cock was smeared with red blood from her hymen.
Guilt and regret surged.
"...You were a virgin?"
I hadn't thought her a slut, but as a former bully, I'd assumed she'd had experience...
"Yeah... Surprised, asshole...?"
Biting her lip against the pain, she answered.
