Chapter 70
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Yeoul's Viral Exposure
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"Ooh yeah..."
Tae-sung, the office perv, was at it again after work, scrolling through Yeoul's SNS like clockwork. Sure, he'd already saved every photo, GIF, and video from her account onto his hard drive, but nothing beat viewing it straight from the source.
Having followed her account since the very early days when she only posted a photo or two, Tae-sung felt a fresh wave of nostalgia every time. It was like the secret office crush he'd kept to himself had suddenly blown up into a star overnight.
Especially since the location tag on her posts matched the very neighborhood where he lived—that just amplified the thrill.
Even though it was just photos at first, her fantasy-level figure drew explosive reactions from the start. Gradually, short GIFs started popping up too.
Riding the wave of her popularity, those GIFs spread not only across SNS but to various adult communities, racking up tens of thousands of followers in no time.
And that's when the fappers started their endless debates: real or edited? Were Yeoul's pics and GIFs photoshopped?
The truth was, most so-called SNS goddesses never showed up on TV or other media precisely because of editing. In an era where even GIFs could be touched up with Photoshop, their polished beauty was their cash cow—while their real selves? Not so much.
Honestly, if it got you hard, who cared? Men obsessed over revealing edits the same way they nitpicked breast sizes.
The Yeoul edit wars erupted across countless communities. But they didn't last long. A newly uploaded video shut them down quick.
The clip packed a punch despite its brevity. Being her first full video helped, but the real kicker was the guy appearing alongside her.
The video opened with her in a downward-facing pose.
Like she'd studied yoga, she had her waist dipped low, head and ass arched up in a flawless cat pose.
It accentuated her smooth abdomen, cinched waist, perky ass—all the more since she was stark naked, her curves on vivid display.
Then her "owner" entered the frame. His build and silhouette were average, but one part was freakishly abnormal: his cock.
Forget Asian averages—it rivaled, no, surpassed even black guys in length, girth, and rigidity. A monster in every spec.
"Whoa..."
Even Tae-sung, a guy himself, couldn't help but gasp. Was it too unreal? No jealousy, just pure awe slipping out.
'Gotta be packing like that to fuck a slut like Yeoul.'
The camera angle from her side profile hid the insertion, but her reaction said it all.
Her lower belly, ass, thighs, all the way to her toes trembled violently.
And...
- Hnng... haaa... hngh...
She came a little right as he entered; her lewd moan was captured crystal clear.
- Plap plap plap plap
The guy went full throttle from the jump, pounding her from behind. His pelvis slapped her ass in a filthy rhythm, and soon...
- Haaaaang!
Yeoul slammed her head to the floor, howling in ecstasy, her belly quivering in full-body spasms. Peak orgasm on display.
No pulling out—he must've creampied her, staying buried deep.
- Haa... haa...
The video ended on her sultry pants.
"Hngh... ugh!"
Tae-sung blew his load right then too. He'd looped that short clip dozens of times, losing count of how many he'd shot.
"When's the next one dropping?"
A thought shared by Tae-sung and her legion of followers. It still got him rock-hard every view, but fappers were always thirsty for fresh content.
Communities overflowed with daily posts begging for her next upload. And then...
"Oh shit, it's up!"
Full-on slave training begins.
Starting with spanking.
A short intro caption accompanied the new video.
"Finally going full slave play?"
Tae-sung dove into the steaming fresh upload. Yeoul blindfolded with an eyemask, wrists cuffed, her ass paddled relentlessly with hand and spanking paddle.
Her flesh-colored stockings shredded, pale cheeks reddening under slaps and paddle marks—it drove him insane.
Eyemask, cuffs, outfit, whipping: perfection.
"Damn, this guy's a pro perv."
Post-beating, he made her suck him off in that state. Fresh off one nut, Tae-sung blew another from the sheer intensity.
"Grrk!"
'Holy fuck, insane.'
SNS comments and community reactions exploded. Edit debates? Forgotten. Yeoul unified them once more.
"Time to crash."
Two loads later, exhaustion hit Tae-sung hard. But then...
Another video uploaded to Yeoul's account.
"Ugh... ughh..."
"What'd you do last night to be nodding off like this?"
"Couldn't sleep more than three hours, Deputy Manager Seok."
"Bullshit, you were jacking off again, right?"
"Haha..."
Right at the start of the workday, Jae-hoon dragged his dozing subordinate, Tae-sung the junior staffer, to the smoking room. Was he living up to his nickname? No doubt he'd pulled an all-nighter on porn again.
"How old are you? Still pulling all-nighters to porn? You're grinding your bones to dust."
"Come on, Deputy Manager Seok, I'm not some high school kid. Bones grinding? And it wasn't porn."
"Then what?"
"That Yeoul I told you about?"
"Oh, the one with the killer body?"
Jae-hoon recalled her perfectly: slender where it counted, stacked where it mattered.
"Yeah. Check this out. How am I supposed to sleep after this?"
Last time he'd played it straight, Jae-hoon chewed him out, so Tae-sung handed over his phone with earbuds. Yeoul had hooked him good, so Jae-hoon eagerly hit play on the SNS video.
This horny bitch needs training.
A walk to instill obedience.
Short caption, then the video.
Seemed filmed right after the last one—same outfit: torn flesh-toned stockings, barely-there thong, hiked-up skirt, white blouse half-unbuttoned to flash her tits.
Still blindfolded, but now uncuffed, on all fours, with a chain leash hooked to a collar around her neck. Like a dog on a lead.
- Time to walk this bitch.
The man's voice, deliberately distorted, yanked her chain hard.
- Hngh
Crawl crawl
Blindfolded, she crawled unsteadily, anxious. Her owner silently opened the hotel room door.
"T-Tae-junior... this hotel... it's that one, right?"
"Check the tags below the video, Deputy Manager Seok. Where else in this backwater would a five-star be?"
"Fuck, I stayed here last week. Knowing it's the same spot makes it so much hotter."
Filmed at his old haunt—maybe he'd catch her in person someday. Jae-hoon got even more revved up.
The man dragged the sightless Yeoul into the hotel hallway.
- Haa... haa... hngh...
Exposed like that, collared too—Yeoul was tense, terrified of being seen.
- Bzzz bzzz
- Hngh... hnnngh
To top it off, the vibrator still jammed in her pussy buzzed away, heedless of the crisis, grinding her walls. Her body shook wildly.
- We'll keep going till you've lapped the floor. If you wanna get seen, take your sweet time.
- Ngh
At his command, Yeoul crawled on all fours down the hall. The camera followed from behind.
Her ass still red from hand and paddle, thong shoved aside, waxed pussy fully exposed.
Freshly fucked, lips gaping, white cum drooling out. It trailed down her firm thighs, soaking the carpet.
Then—
- Come here
- Kyaa!
Snap.
The man yanked her leash urgently—someone coming. Video cut there.
"End? The fuck do you mean end? What happened?!"
"No clue."
"Ah... blue balls city."
It left you hanging for the next post. No wonder her followers had blasted past 100k.
"Anyway, what'd you think, Deputy Manager Seok?"
"What is there to say? Fucking hot. That all-fours crawl especially? Glute art."
"For me, her nipples sinking then popping during the walk. Hoo... nearly lost it."
"You caught that detail?"
"That's why I couldn't sleep, sir."
"You maniac. Man, I'd kill to see the real thing. She's local—could happen."
"Might even work here, sir."
"In your dreams."
Mouth said no, but Jae-hoon mentally ran through the hot office girls. He knew most of the good ones, narrowing to a few suspects—but without seeing them stripped, no certainties.
"If she calls an offline meet, you in, sir?"
"I don't pay for pussy, but for her? Fifty bucks, yeah."
"Say the word, I'd drop a month's salary."
Tae-sung dead serious, even though no meet was announced.
"Sucker. Let's head back."
They stubbed out cigs and returned to the office. Their walks stayed awkward for a bit.
"Hoo, wiped out."
Tormenting Eun Seol all weekend in that hotel—Monday blues hit extra hard.
'That hallway stunt was close.'
Seeing haughty Eun Seol finally submit to her true masochist side—that conquest high made Hyunwoo careless, parading her doggy-style down the hall.
'Without that coat...'
A guest passed at face level; if not for Hyunwoo's held-up coat, blindfolded, ass-out Eun Seol crawling would've been busted.
- Step step
- Click... clack
Luckily, he didn't spot them and entered his room. Right then...
- Ahng...
Tension snapping, Eun Seol mini-cumming—unforgettable. Cock throbbing, Hyunwoo railed her till she passed out.
'Hell of a birthday gift.'
"Heh heh."
Hyunwoo, who'd given Eun Seol an unforgettable birthday, vowed to do the same to Ko Eun.
[Remaining Employment Contracts: 32]
The near-misses and masochist-perfect sex netted Hyunwoo a whopping 31 contracts from Eun Seol alone over the weekend.
'Beats vanilla pounding by miles.'
Next day at work, he burned through them immediately.
[Employment Contract] type: [Slander and Defamation]
[Grade: Junior Administrator] [Trust: Moderately High]
Boosted by Junior Administrator grade trust. Hyunwoo unleashed slander on Ko Eun to her team leader peers.
Just three now, but as [Slander and Defamation] piled on, her standing in the company would crumble.
Ko Eun had rocketed to team leader via special promotion—faster than most. But the higher you climb quick, the harder you fall.
That's how companies worked.