A Calculated Step Back
I was past the point of holding back.
The instant I saw that woman—that lewd, exquisite body of hers—curve a knowing little smile in my direction, I had no choice but to slam my hips like a man possessed, grinding my cock into her hole. That exquisite, greedy flesh clamped around my shaft and squeezed in wet, rhythmic pulses, begging me to finish.
"How is it? Feel good?!"
"Yes! It feels so good!!"
I steepened the angle of my hips, dragging my cock from the mouth of her pussy all the way to the entrance of her womb without a shred of mercy. Dignity was the first thing Kang Sul-ah, CEO of KUC Food, threw away. She shook her ass like a whore and let out a raw, filthy moan.
"Nnh. Ah. G-go a little gentler...! Your cock's going to pry my womb open...!!"
"Then open that womb and take my cock!"
She nodded so hard her head nearly came off. Her tongue hung out as she panted, voice breaking apart.
"Nnh. Hah. I-I'll take it...! Haaah...! B-but finish outside..."
"Like hell. I'm cumming inside, so take every drop and get pregnant!!"
"Th-that's not—ahh...!"
Not a chance. She still hadn't grasped what kind of situation she was in. Fine. I'd show her. I'd show her exactly where she stood.
I drove my hips harder, using my cock to batter the mouth of her womb. Fluid sprayed from her pussy in every direction. Even when she cried out that she was going to cum, that I should spare her, I only picked up speed. I sank my teeth into those filthy nipples and worked them over while my cock punished her without pause.
Sul-ah convulsed.
"Nnh. Hah. I-I'm cummiiing!!"
A look crossed her face that was neither pain nor rapture, or maybe both at once, and she let out a short, helpless squirt. She had her lips clamped shut, holding it in—apparently determined not to make a scene in a restaurant, no matter what. She'd managed to ride it out, somehow.
As if I was going to let that stand. I started moving my hips again, stroking my cock through that luxury-grade pussy while it was still clenching and fluttering through the aftershocks.
"W-wait... just a... nnh. Haaahn!!"
Oops. Holding it in wasn't as easy as she'd hoped, was it? Forcing herself through that climax had left her so raw that the slightest roll of my hips had her teetering on the edge all over again.
Time to start negotiating.
I didn't stop moving. I just made the offer again.
"You want my cum in your womb, or not?"
She twitched and shuddered at the hips, completely at a loss. Take my load in her womb and she might get pregnant. Refuse, and she clearly couldn't handle whatever I'd do to her next. After everything she'd already been through with me, making that call was never going to be easy.
Either option worked for me. Stripping a conglomerate CEO naked in a restaurant like this and working her like a dog had its own appeal.
"W-wait...! I-I'll say it...!"
So she'd finally decided. I still didn't stop. Who said she got a "wait"? Sul-ah had no choice but to answer with the whites of her eyes starting to show.
And what would it be?
"I-I'll take your cum. I'll take it, so... just stop for a..."
"Then say it. Beg for my cum!"
I snapped my hips and slammed the mouth of her womb, hard. She shuddered from her womb down through her pussy and all the way to her thighs, and the words tore out of her. She was in such a rush they came out like a burst of gunfire.
But—
"P-please give me your cum! Pump your cum into Sul-ah's womb!! .....Ohhhn♥"
In the end she couldn't hold it. She came right there, a spectacular fountain bursting out of her with a wet, filthy splash. She'd squirted so hard that my clothes and the floor were soaked in an instant.
"N-noooo.... I-I came anywayyy.... hhhk..."
A grown woman who'd just made a mess of the room. The shame of it had Sul-ah covering her face with both hands, twitching. A woman of her standing, squirting on the floor of a restaurant full of other people...
Fuck. That got my cock so hard it hurt.
And the second I reminded myself she belonged to high society, the heat doubled. Watching a woman from the top 0.1 percent pinned under me, panting like a whore—why the hell was that so intoxicating?
Whether I ought to wipe up the puddle on the floor didn't even register. All I could see was that filthy, gorgeous body.
I lined myself up and pushed back into her pussy. The dazed, punch-drunk look vanished at once and she started to resist. Forty years of relentless self-care had given her the stamina to shrug off two or three orgasms without folding.
"W-wait... we should clean up first..."
I didn't stop. I sank my cock back into that tightly gripping pussy and started stroking again.
"No. That's not it."
"W-what?"
"Your Master is looking only at you right now, Sul-ah. And you're looking at something else?"
Confusion flickered across her face. Fair enough—even among dogshit logic, this was a new low. The fact that she didn't argue said everything. She was matching herself to me. Which meant she was becoming my woman, bit by bit.
I leaned in close to her face and kissed her, light and easy. She answered by offering her tongue. Obedience like this—how could anyone not love it?
I eased back from her mouth, put my lips to her ear, and said it softly.
"Then we should finish what we started, shouldn't we?"
Her eyes darted toward the door, uneasy. A staff member could walk in at any moment. But no matter how much time passed, she only had one choice. In the end she spread her legs wide, hooked both arms behind her thighs, and held herself open.
Heh. Now that was nice. Why did bending a woman to my will feel this good? It was revenge, so I didn't have to watch myself—and that only made it better. And Sul-ah, this woman, was a beauty. Hearing her beg for my cum put a mischievous little spark in me I couldn't quite ignore.
I smiled, mean and playful.
"You really want my cum?"
Humiliation twisted her face as she answered.
"...Yes."
"How much? How much do you want me to pump into you?"
Her voice died in her throat. Heh. Of course she was lost. She'd opened her heart thinking I was a decent man—she'd even entrusted her children to me—and here I was, showing her the face of a beast who only knew how to fuck. That was probably exactly what she'd been wrestling with before she came here. What if this man only wants my body? Something like that.
And then I'd rubbed her neck. Rubbed her feet. Even shown her what looked like genuine concern. And at the last second I'd said let's just eat, no sex—and she'd swallowed it whole.
Tears welled in her eyes as she answered. She looked like a woman who knew she'd been completely taken in.
"Hhk... fill me up... until it overflows from my womb..."
"Okay. Request received. Time for the breeding press!!"
I set my stance and rolled my hips in long, heavy strokes. My cock spread Sul-ah's pussy wide and vanished into her, over and over. I grabbed one of those enormous tits in one hand, squeezed, and asked,
"Feel good?"
"Nnh. Y-yes..."
"Then tell me how much you love impregnation sex."
She squeezed her eyes shut. Both arms locked behind her thighs, ass lifted to meet me, taking the wet slap of my hips against her—and she forced the words out, low and raw.
"Nnh. I-impregnation sex... feels so good!"
"Louder! And introduce yourself while you're at it!"
"I-I'm Kang Sul-ah... nnh. I'm a bitch who loves impregnation sex! I love impregnation sex!!"
Fuck. That was filthy. She'd shouted it loud enough to rattle the room, and the urge to cum surged so hard it nearly knocked me over. Lately, the only woman I could handle this roughly besides her was probably Jeong-ah.
Come to think of it, I ought to go pay that one a visit too.
I'd make time for her soon enough. For now—time to finish. Staff could show up any minute.
"Sul-ah. I'm about to cum, so give me a line even dirtier than that."
Disbelief climbed over her face. The look of a woman who couldn't fathom how anyone could say something like that.
"Hhk... so this is the kind of man you were..."
It had shaken her enough to say it out loud. I'd pushed too far. I needed to get a grip.
I put on a face of deep, genuine apology, pulled out of her, and gathered her into a tight hug. Sul-ah was crying, and still she looked bewildered.
"I'm sorry... being with you feels so good I think I went way too far."
"Tha..."
"Honestly, I've never been this compatible with anyone. I got carried away and said things I shouldn't have. I'm really sorry."
The sincerity in my face and my apology left her extremely confused. She looked like she was turning it over—whether she ought to believe a word of it.
In a situation like this, you have to know when to take a step back. I could cum whenever I wanted. But once a woman's heart started to pull away, there was no stopping it.
I grabbed tissues at once and wiped her down, carefully, every inch. Then I started on the floor.
"Call that Yeon-hui girl. You've got spare clothes in the car, right?"
"Yes."
"Tell her to bring a towel and some perfume too."
She did exactly as I told her. A little later, Sul-ah's secretary arrived at the door and knocked. I sent the two of them to the bathroom together and cleaned up the rest of the mess myself, fast.
It's been a while since I got that carried away without realizing it.
The fact that I could do whatever I wanted to someone that high up had gone to my head. I'd run like a horse that had slipped its bridle. She was the top 0.1 percent, after all—a class of person this country had fewer than ten thousand of. Rarity like that was something I didn't have much experience with, so of course I'd gotten excited.
But the excess had to stop. A person's heart was delicate work. Right now she still didn't have a read on me, so she'd swallow the excuse and decide it really had been a slip. The better we got to know each other, though, the less an act like that would land.
A little later, the two of them came back. Fortunately, the food still hadn't arrived.
"Um... what about you...?"
"Me? I've got clothes in the car too. I'll go change and come right back."
"Alright."
I went out to the car, changed, and came back to find the private room laid with a full spread. A staff member must have come and gone while I was out.
Stepping inside, I felt a sudden hollowness. Right—the perfume had run out. The scent Do-hyang had custom-made for me, the one that existed only to represent me, that belonged to me alone. I needed to wrap this up cleanly and go see her.
I sat. Across from me, the two women sat together, watching.
I've been running into a lot of beauties lately.
Ju Yeon-hui, was it? She was a considerable beauty in her own right—she just happened to be standing next to Sul-ah. A neat woman with her hair pulled down in a ponytail. But those large eyes didn't quite belong on an office secretary, and they gave her a look that was hard to forget. The fact that she still carried a kind of freshness in her late twenties was unusual too.
I was studying her when Sul-ah thanked me, out of nowhere.
"Um... thank you."
Hm? For what? For not finishing inside her? For wiping her down? Or for cleaning the floor?
I asked, not following, and she said,
"...Just. For a lot of things."
I couldn't pin down exactly what she was grateful for. But one thing I was sure of: the excuse had worked. That was enough.
I drank a glass of water and looked from one woman to the other. Then a thought landed. I didn't like this seating arrangement at all.
"Yeon-hui?"
"Yes. I'm Ju Yeon-hui."
"Switch seats with me."
"Pardon?"
Her eyes went round, but when I stood she stood with me, and we traded places. I settled in, and Sul-ah turned to look at me as if to ask what that was about.
"Just... I thought it might be uncomfortable for her."
She nodded, as if she understood. The main conversation was going to be between Sul-ah and me, after all. If Yeon-hui stayed sitting beside me, she'd keep catching my eye whether she wanted to or not, and that would make it hard for the girl to eat.
That, at least, was the version the two of them could reasonably guess at. The truth was simpler. I wanted a beautiful CEO at my side so I could feel her up while I ate.
Neither of them had any idea, and warmth rose in both their faces almost at once.
Time to close this out—and bury the filthy things I'd said to Sul-ah while I was at it. I smiled at her as if I didn't have a shred of an ulterior motive.
"I'll enjoy the meal, Sul-ah."
"Yes. The hospitality may be lacking, but please eat well."
"Thanks."
"...It's nothing."
Just like that, every trace of awkwardness between us was gone, and smiles passed back and forth as easily as breathing.
Sul-ah's secretary, Ju Yeon-hui, watched the two of us while she sucked on her spoon. The moment our eyes met, she dropped her gaze in a hurry and pretended to be very interested in her food.
What was that? She reacted like a virgin...
I could smell it. Something delicious.
Should I just take her tonight?
But I already had plenty of women. There was no good reason to start something new. I was about to let it go when a perfectly reasonable justification presented itself.
Come to think of it, this is about punishing Sul-ah's family. Stealing a subordinate she actually cares about—wouldn't that count as revenge too?
Once the thought arrived, the conclusion came with it, easy and natural.
Good. Decision made.
As of today, Ju Yeon-hui, you are hunting prey for my revenge as well. I'll take you as a matching set with the CEO.