Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: The Most Famous Divorcee in Korea (3)
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Meanwhile, the living room was quiet. Chae Seoah and Moon Hayeon had only one topic to talk about: Park Jungwoo. So, their conversation fizzled out quickly.
"Uh, does it normally take this long...?"
Even though not much time had passed, Moon Hayeon spoke up, looking strangely anxious.
"She's the professional. She knows far more than we do, so we should follow her lead."
Despite her calm words, Chae Seoah's expression wasn't bright either.
Logically, it was just baseless intuition without a shred of reason. But both women felt the same unease.
Like someone trying to steal a seat at a fully set table. It was that subtle, weird, nagging discomfort. In the end, Moon Hayeon stood up.
"I-I'm just gonna go down and check real quick."
"Mm..."
Chae Seoah's face twisted slightly. She hated suspecting people without cause, especially since she prided herself on being straightforward. And now she was the one doing it, so she couldn't feel good about it.
That's why she racked her brain desperately, trying to pinpoint the reason. As she massaged her temples, she suddenly looked up. Glancing at Moon Hayeon, she spoke in a hesitant voice.
"...You don't think something went wrong because of us, do you?"
"Us? Oh, that, uh..."
There was a hint of guilt. Moon Hayeon slyly turned her head away.
Park Jungwoo thought his tattoos had deepened, shortening his rut cycle. But the real reason was the two hunters, now living lumps of mana influenced by Seeding.
They didn't know the exact mechanism, but from day one, they'd noticed he went into rut when exposed to a lot of mana.
So they'd stayed close all day, steadily infusing him with mana without a break.
Maybe that caused a problem. They were wondering too late.
"A-anyway, I'm worried about Jungwoo's condition too..."
Moon Hayeon headed downstairs first. Chae Seoah, who had been sitting for a moment, soon followed.
Knock knock.
The door labeled "Treatment Room" was firmly shut. No response to the knock, so Moon Hayeon's face filled with puzzlement.
Chae Seoah stared at the door too. Was he even inside? She strained her ears.
- Hn... Ah, ...ah...
Chae Seoah and Moon Hayeon's heads whipped around at the same time. The faint sound leaking from the soundproofed door at the deepest part of the hall.
Without a word about who went first, they both rushed toward the door.
*
A few minutes earlier.
As Yang Jihee's lips parted slightly, Park Jungwoo's cock twitched in anticipation.
His body had grown so accustomed to being used that even without direct stimulation, precum was drooling steadily from the taut tip.
"Hehe... You're really looking forward to this, huh? Seoah and Hayeon must not do this kind of thing for you often?"
Her rounded lips let her tongue peek out. It teasingly rubbed the tip where the foreskin was slightly peeled back, then slowly trailed down the underside.
"Mmm, ngh... such a naughty flavor..."
Her tongue extended flat like she was resting his cock on it. The slightly unstable pronunciation came out mumbled because of it.
Every time his hips bucked involuntarily and brushed her teeth, Park Jungwoo jerked and let out moans.
Yang Jihee looked up at him calmly. With a sultry smile and slightly flushed cheeks, she savored his reactions, staring intently as if waiting for something.
When their eyes met—her blue gaze locking with his—Park Jungwoo caught on and hurriedly opened his mouth.
"M-more, do more. Like before, suck it... Hnngh...!!"
As if she'd been waiting for those words, Yang Jihee lowered her head slightly and closed her lips. She flicked her tongue under the cock now in her small mouth, rubbing it between her palate and tongue.
"Mmm, ngh, it's... bigger than I thought..."
Her words were muffled with her mouth full. Park Jungwoo felt even the vibrations from the leaking air as pleasure, his waist trembling.
"Mmm... hn, hn, ngh..."
Just as he started to relax a bit, her tongue pressed close, narrowing the space. Tight and wet. Saliva-soaked mucosa wrapped around his cock, gliding smoothly over it.
Yang Jihee tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her finger. Peeking through her bangs, she smiled lightly at him.
He could see her flushed face. Her warm breath hit his lower belly every time she took him deep.
The famous hunter was bobbing her head, sucking his cock. With no room to think about that fact, Park Jungwoo was too busy moaning in rhythm with the building pleasure.
Slurp, schlop...
Lewd sounds leaked continuously from her slightly parted lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, slowly moving her head.
As if clearing the path for semen to flow in, her tongue eased off the glans' pressure. She gripped his thighs to keep them from clenching, pistoning her mouth on his cock.
"...Haa, you're holding out pretty well..."
Surprised, but satisfied, she looked up at him. She wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, then licked her precum-coated lips with her pretty pink tongue.
"Then..."
Her head lowered slowly again. The hand that had been gripping his thigh now lightly grasped his shaft. With her elbow pressing where her hand had been, Park Jungwoo was forced into a submissive, legs-spread doggy position, twitching helplessly.
"That's it... good boy..."
Murmuring praise, her hand slid down the shaft. Her burgundy knit rubbed against his thigh, pushing the flesh aside. The skin covering the meat pulled down with it, gradually peeling back the foreskin.
"Hngh...!! Hic, hn, hng...!"
His hands clenched the bedsheet. His arched back created a small gap underneath.
Yang Jihee licked her lips at the exposed glans. Her moist red lips curved into a smile.
Her vibrant tongue tip flicked over the cock teasingly. The bumpy taste buds rubbed the glans, producing wet friction sounds.
Zrrrk, zrrrrk...
"Hehe... How's this feel...?"
She corrected her slurred pronunciation from the extended tongue. Park Jungwoo had no answer. Lost in pleasure, he'd forgotten even the thought of speaking, just moaning away.
Still gripping the base with both hands, she lowered her head slowly.
Her tongue tip brushed the newly exposed glans again. She lapped up the beading precum, spreading her tongue wide to massage the twitching slit.
She swirled circles around it like a kid with a lollipop, tormenting the cock. Her pointed tip slipped under the foreskin, rubbing the sensitive inner flesh. She stimulated him relentlessly.
"...!! ...!!!!"
Park Jungwoo couldn't even moan properly. He gurgled, eyes rolling back, whites showing.
Humiliation, submission. Things that shouldn't feel good were stimulating his brain. Watching him fondly, Yang Jihee closed her mouth and lowered her head.
Her lips formed a tight seal around the base. Wrapping the root snugly without gaps, she slowly... languidly lifted her head.
Slrp, schlp... schlop...
The escaping air made eerie sounds. Her soft inner lips clung like a living thing, leaving no space.
Even the thought to hold back couldn't hold steady. Endless pleasure—that was all. Park Jungwoo flailed his legs pinned by her arms.
Her cheeks slightly hollowed. Yang Jihee stared at him intently. Under her black skirt, her panties grew soaked. The throbbing in her lower belly made her lips tighten more.
With a rough moan, Park Jungwoo felt the heat surging up his urethra. He wasn't trying to cum. It felt like everything inside was being yanked out whole.
From root to tip, the lingering sensation tormented him faintly. Finally, as her lips—after licking the sensitive tip—tightened to the desired circle, Park Jungwoo convulsed in explosive pleasure, shooting everything until his balls emptied.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Splurrrt, rlurt, splurrrlurt...
"Ngh..."
Without a hint of surprise, Yang Jihee took it all. Curving her eyes seductively, she gazed up at the writhing Park Jungwoo.
The throbbing stopped. His waist sank weakly. Lips pursed forward, she sucked out the last drop like sipping through a straw, slowly lifting her head.
Pop, with a lewd sound, his spent cock flopped limp. Yang Jihee raised her body slightly, climbing over him. Leftover fluid traced a dark line on her knit along the path.
Her breasts pressed against his stomach. Smiling softly, she slowly opened her mouth for him to see.
Thick, sticky semen clung everywhere inside: tongue, inner cheeks, teeth, gums, between lips—all a mess.
"Seeding... You've been hiding something like this. Doesn't really concern me, though..."
She closed her mouth again. Gulp gulp. She worked her jaw a few times, then shut her eyes lightly.
Gulp, gulp...
The sound of liquid sliding down her throat rang out a few times. In the soundproof room's eerie silence, Park Jungwoo had to listen closely.
Her freshly pink tongue swept her lips. As if to confirm, she opened wide again. Tongue lifted to show the back, proving she'd swallowed it all, wiggling playfully in her small mouth.
"...Haa, haa..."
Park Jungwoo's breathing grew ragged again. Yang Jihee smiled at the hardness pressing her stomach.
She traced the line on her knit bust with a fingertip, then met his eyes. Whispering softly.
"...Want more? The treatment's almost done..."
"I, uh, I..."
"Then... how about this?"
She shifted higher, straddling his stomach. The heavy weight made him gasp.
Yang Jihee grabbed his limp wrist. Over the tautly stretched wide skirt, she placed his hand between her legs.
"...Call me Mama, and I'll make it feel even better. How's that...?"
Silence followed her alluringly trailed words. A flicker of bewilderment crossed Park Jungwoo's face. But it was brief. As she infused mana into his mana-depleted lower belly, his returning reason fogged over again.
"Hngh..."
Urging him, her hips dipped lower. Pressing his cock through her clothes, she ground her waist teasingly.
His breathing roughened. In response, her smile deepened.
"Come on, say it. I'll make it easy for you. So good you won't think at all. Hurry..."
Park Jungwoo, looking on the verge of tears, glanced around. Warmth and a gentle smile that didn't fit the situation.
Only then did he realize that soft, spring-breeze smile was crafted by her will.
"Ma..."
Instinct overrode reason. The desperate urge for more pleasure scrambled his thoughts. One syllable. As she waited for the last one, her smile intensified.
BANG!!
...The metal door boomed.
BANG! BANG!
Once, twice. Then...
BANG!!!
With a deafening crash, the lock tore off.
The high-end lock made from monster materials, activated by mana, had been ripped away by overwhelming force that poured mana freely.
Beyond the open door stood Chae Seoah with a stoic expression and Moon Hayeon, her face shadowed as she stared inside.
"...Wh-what are you doing here...?"
Crunch.
The metal doorframe crumpled in her mana-enhanced grip.
Tick. Due to Yang Jihee's failed mana control, the tattoo on his stomach completely lost its function.
The pleasure from his stomach vanished, restoring Park Jungwoo's reason. Looking at the women who had probably come to save him, he thought:
I'm fucked.