Chapter 55

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 54

Chapter Title: Lingering Aftermath

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Black high heels and dress shoes lay scattered from the entrance. Socks, pants, skirts, and blouses were strewn along the path from the foyer all the way to the bedroom. Near the couple's bed, a bra, panties, and shredded stockings lay crumpled in a heap.

- Snore... snore...

Seo Jin-ah lay sprawled naked on the bed, passed out cold. Her body was covered in the marks of their furious lovemaking.

Thanks to Yi Hyunwoo's orders, her mound had been shaved baby-smooth, not a hair in sight—and beneath it, her pink pussy gaped open, endlessly oozing thick white semen.

The sticky load he'd pumped into her trickled from the hole, sliding down her thighs to soak the bedsheets.

'Gonna be a bitch to clean that up later.'

Hyunwoo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had no idea, but after their first wild romp in this newlywed bedroom, Seo Jin-ah had been forced to wash every last piece of bedding.

She'd probably have to do the same today.

Her [Obedience] had dipped to 2 during the tattooing but climbed back up by 1 with every orgasm until it hit max. Even then, Hyunwoo kept pounding away until she blacked out.

"Ugh... mm."

Hyunwoo had been admiring the sight of his own cum leaking from Jin-ah's pussy when he casually flipped her over.

And there it was—the pink, wing-shaped tattoo.

- Smooth stroke

Running his fingers over it, he could feel the skin still slightly swollen.

Was it the thrill of etching something trashy onto another man's wife? That forbidden conquest had him cumming harder and faster than usual.

"Seo Jin-ah!"

Having gorged himself on that chewy married woman's pussy for dinner, Hyunwoo was ready to head home—but first, he tried rousing the knocked-out Jin-ah. No dice, even after several calls.

'Well, look at you.'

"Not getting up?"

He hadn't even considered how he'd railed her all night, and her refusal to stir was starting to piss him off.

Of course, if he'd bothered checking the Work System, her [Stamina] status would've explained it all. But without a glance...

'Master's trying to leave, and she's just sprawled out sleeping?'

The sluggish Seo Jin-ah was starting to grate on him.

- Squelch

"Hak!!"

Finally, he jammed his index and middle fingers straight into her lying pussy and raked the walls. After dozens of insertions, he knew...

'Yeah, right about here was her sweet spot.'

He zeroed in on her G-spot with ruthless precision.

"Haa... hng... hak... hngggg."

The sensitive inner walls lit up, forcibly dragging Seo Jin-ah back to consciousness.

"Ahh... haa..."

Tortured all night by his inexhaustible virility, Jin-ah's body felt like all her bones had dissolved—she couldn't control it at all.

"Nng..."

She barely managed to sit up, dodging his "attack," but still dazed and unfocused as she stared blankly at him.

That vacant look in her eyes pissed Hyunwoo off even more. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠close.

"Aak!"

"Can't hear me?"

His eyes went cold as a serpent's, leaving her too scared to reply.

"Yeah, yeah. You want more punishment, huh?"

"No... Deputy Manager Lee."

"Byung-joo's out on that business trip today, right?"

"Yes..."

"Fuck your husband tonight."

"Whaaat???"

"What's with the shock? I said your husband. Unless you want some other guy?"

"No no... I'll do it. Deputy Manager."

"But vanilla sex would be boring, right? Hmm... yeah, perfect. You got that pretty new tattoo—gotta show it off to Byung-joo quick. Don't you think?"

What face would Lee Byung-joo make seeing a wing tattoo inked on his wife's ass after his trip? Hyunwoo was dying to find out.

"Surprise! Film his reaction on your phone and send it to me."

"No no no. I can't, Deputy Manager. No way."

Seo Jin-ah pushed back hard against his ridiculous demand.

"Who said film the sex? Just the initial reaction. Got it?"

'You're not even fucking that eunuch Byung-joo anymore anyway? Heh heh heh.'

Hyunwoo was the one who'd turned Lee Byung-joo into a eunuch—he knew it better than anyone.

"..."

Was she still reeling from the tattoo shock, or relieved it wasn't the worst-case order? Head bowed in silence, her true feelings were a mystery to Hyunwoo.

But regardless of her feelings, her [Obedience] dropped by 5 points. And once paid that price, she'd have no choice but to follow through.

With that, Hyunwoo left the dazed woman on the bed and headed out of the newlywed home. Of course, he didn't forget to make her suck his pussy-soaked fingers clean first.

"I'll head in now. Assistant Manager Choi."

"Yeah, today was fun."

"Yess~ Me too. See you at the office tomorrow."

"Ah... Hye-ri, hang on a sec..."

Kim Hye-ri and Choi Hyun-min had spent their day off on a perfectly ordinary couple's date.

After dinner, he'd driven her home, but as she stepped out of the passenger seat, something felt... unfinished. He grabbed her wrist.

In the dark car, his body slowly leaned toward her. Their lips were inches from touching when...

"Assistant Manager Choi. I clearly asked for time back then."

Her firm rejection hit like a wall.

"Ahahaha, r-right... yeah. Got carried away. Sorry, sorry."

He stammered through an awkward laugh.

"I'm going."

Without another glance, Hye-ri

- Slam

hopped out and shut the door.

Choi Hyun-min, the solid 28-year-old with a career from home to office, and fresh 20-year-old intern Kim Hye-ri had been officially dating for exactly 30 days.

For a guy with his string of conquests, it was humiliating—he couldn't even cross the kissing barrier, failing every time. His pride was massive, so why cling to her? Simple:

It was all because of the emotions Hyunwoo had tweaked via the Work System.

The Busan trip—with its meticulous scheme and acting—had planted deep [Guilt] toward her. Even with her pre-dating plea of no skinship,

"God, he tries to sneak it in at the slightest opening."

His old relentless sex drive hadn't vanished; Choi Hyun-min was the type who never gave up.

"Still, it's convenient. Good food, rides home, hehe..."

Hye-ri felt zero real affection for him now, but dating per Hyunwoo's orders made life easier.

"Whine... I'm nailing this assignment so well..."

Still, she thirsted for Hyunwoo's touch. Her heart pounded every time she saw him—like a schoolgirl's first crush.

Of course, sex with him was a whole other level of ecstasy, beyond any girlish flutter.

"Eek~ I'm losing it, Kim Hye-ri."

She never dreamed she'd turn into such a slut before that first night with Hyunwoo. She tried shaking off the lewd fantasies.

But Hye-ri's emotions had long been twisted to Hyunwoo's taste.

With her [Longing] for sex amplified, her hand wouldn't stay still under the covers, constantly rubbing between her thighs.

But with little masturbation experience, her clumsy fingering couldn't quench the fire.

'Whine... I want more...'

"Ahng... nng..."

Living with her parents meant muffling moans to avoid detection. No way to let loose.

Finally, naked under the blankets and frustrated, she tossed and turned until exhaustion claimed her.

Her thigh-gap juices soaked the sheets all night.

- Ahng haaang... kimocchi~

- Thwap thwap thwap

"Hah hah hah hah."

- Splat

"Haa haa... fuck."

Choi Hyun-min was blowing off steam with porn too.

"Haa..."

One load later, crushing self-loathing washed over him.

Post-puberty—army stint aside—Choi had never gone without women. Decent face, fat wallet since college, slick car.

His raging libido had made for a colorful history.

Now? Jerking off because of his girlfriend's iron defenses. He'd considered a prossie, but the amplified ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠[Favorability] and [Guilt] toward Hye-ri held him back.

"Fine. Next time, I pounce for sure."

A full month dating. That was plenty for her "time" excuse, he figured.

But...

- "Assistant Manager Choi, I'm still not ready."

- "Why? I still vividly remember that day."

- "Stop!! Just stop. I'm leaving, Assistant Manager Choi. I'm really disappointed."

Next date. The one after. And after.

Fancy restaurants, scenic night drives, light drinks. Every trick in his seduction playbook failed.

Hye-ri was a fortress.

"Fuck, she ain't a virgin anymore—why guard her purity now?"

Convinced he'd popped her cherry himself, her skinship blocks baffled him. Sure, she'd been shocked, but he'd waited long enough, right?

Her attitude hadn't budged an inch. Without that amplified [Guilt], he'd have dumped her or forced the issue ages ago.

Trapped unable to break up or rape her, his stress skyrocketed day by day.

And that aimless rage? It ricocheted somewhere else.

"Deputy Manager Yi Hyunwoo, can I see you for a sec?"

The IT Team where Choi worked and the Management Support Team where Hyunwoo was posted were on different floors. Unless someone like his buddy Jae-hoon came up for a smoke, they never crossed paths.

Yet here was Choi, barging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into the other team's floor during work hours.

"Could've called first, Assistant Manager Choi. I've got work too."

"Won't take long. Smoking room, quick."

'This prick...'

Hyunwoo had kept it civil, but Choi's eyes were wild—zero chill.

"Assistant Manager Choi, what's this about???"

Hye-ri—the official office "couple" sitting next to Hyunwoo—looked anxious as she asked from her seat.

"Just talking to Deputy Yi. Don't worry about it."

She'd always swatted his advances like flies, but she'd never been this icy to him before.

Choi loomed by Hyunwoo's desk like a protest, drawing stares from the team.

"Haa... fine, let's go."

Hyunwoo stood. He was curious what this was about—especially knowing what he'd done to the guy(?).

- Screech

The two left the office for the smoking room.