Even from just hearing the rough outline, it was astounding.
Do Yoon-jung and Kwang Seok-jin, classmates from the police academy, had been dating for over a year. But even back then, Yoon-jung was already bending over backwards to climb the ranks, eventually dumping Seok-jin for that very reason.
To think she broke up with her boyfriend because she hated being kept by a sponsor. It's astonishing just how trashy she is. Next to her, soone like Soo-ah, an ordinary (?) corrupt cop, almost seems cute.
Well, that figures. That’s how she beca the chief of police responsible for an entire district in this hellhole. She's an exceptionally formidable bitch, in more ways than one.
“I never said it directly, but you must have eventually found out the truth, right?” “Huh.” “She wasn’t totally inflexible back then. She had so adaptability… But at so point, she beca utterly obstinate…”
So, he was devastated to find out his girlfriend was sponsored, and that motivated him to beco a cop fighting for justice? Is that it?
‘Perhaps it sparked a determination in him to root out the corruption in this society.’
It’s a bit of a stretch, but not entirely implausible. Discovering the truth must have been a huge shock.
‘Could he still have feelings for her? No way, right? After all this ti.’
How utterly fucked up the ending was. Still having feelings after all that would be downright foolish.
I grabbed Do Yoon-jung by the hair.
“You’re really a fucking rag of a woman.” “Ahh….” “How can you trample over soone’s feelings like that? You can’t even be recycled.”
Yet, Do Yoon-jung just laughed it off and clung to . Her soft skin warmly wrapped around .
“But you find tasty, don’t you? I tighten up well.”
Her brazenly lewd face made it all the more absurd.
“Now, you’re just for your master.”
I snickered and shoved her onto the bed.
“Kyaa!”
With a coquettish scream, she sprawled out, and I positioned myself above her. Since we were already both naked from talking about Kwang Seok-jin, there was nothing to hinder our coupling. I spread her knees apart. Her legs stretched wide, revealing her depraved cunt.
“It is tasty.”
I penetrated her without any foreplay, thrusting roughly.
“Ah!”
“To be demure with a cunt like this would be a waste of life.”
As soon as I thrust into her, the term ‘exquisite’ ca to mind, and I ravaged her freely.
“But there won’t be a next ti for you. I’m your end.” “That, that’s right…! Ahhaa!”
Whether she was really feeling it or just acting, Do Yoon-jung moaned loudly with every thrust, tightening her muscles around . It felt like she was wringing out, making each thrust breathtaking.
'She must have pissed off a lot of n.'
Once tasted, her body is hard to forget. But her behavior is so vile that it would be difficult to keep her around for long.
If she had just been considered a fuck buddy or had been sponsored for her body, that might have been sowhat acceptable. But if they had been seriously dating…
'He must have broken it off right away.'
Good endurance, Seok-jin.
"This isn’t just talk."
I pulled her legs back together and held her close, slightly tilting to get a better view and rocked my hips.
The intensifying grip of her flesh made the sensation of thrusting blissful.
"If you get caught moving your body around separately, you're dead." "Yes…ah…!"
. . .
After completely indulging in Do Yoon-jung, ssing around and realizing quite so ti had passed and I had cum inside her about four tis.
I'm usually not worn out after just four tis, but sothing about being with Do Yoon-jung drains .
Is it because she's that good? I still haven't gotten a blowjob today, though.
Do Yoon-jung is overall very skilled, but her blowjobs are the best. It feels like she's sucking out your soul rather than your sen, and it feels like you've cum three tis before even asking for it, so it requires so consideration before requesting.
"Huh."
Sex makes crave a cigarette.
Getting off the bed, Do Yoon-jung also sat up. She looked a bit tired too.
"Stay lying down." "Ah…okay."
I casually fished a cigarette from the tossed aside clothes, put it to my lips, and lit it. The smoke sharply cleared and simultaneously clouded my mind.
"Huh…"
Exhaling the dense smoke, I admired Do Yoon-jung. Her body, drenched in sweat and sen, stretched out on the bed, she looked dazed as she gazed back at .
Thinking of her blowjob earlier made focus on her mouth.
I wanted to put my dick in that mouth and have her suck it. But that would probably drain completely…
'….'
Then an idea ca to .
With the cigarette still in my mouth, I climbed back onto the bed and positioned myself over her face.
"Eh…?" "Stick out your tongue." "Ah…"
Like a true rag, she understood imdiately. She stuck out her tongue and then grasped my buttocks to spread them.
Impressive indeed.
Pressing down.
"Mmm."
I sat on Do Yoon-jung's face while I smoked. Her tongue moved, sending chills all over my body.
"Ah… damn, even this."
Crazy woman. There's nothing she can't do.
'Seok-jin, your ex-girlfriend is licking my asshole.'
****
The sex didn't end at the recovery site.
She had taken to the Namdong District Office, where Do Yoon-jung was the chief, and we played around with a few female officers before taking the whole party to the artificial island.
With tomorrow being Saturday, I planned to keep her locked up all weekend and continue the fun.
“I’m not going ho tonight.”
You’re not coming ho? “Yeah.”
Dragged to the mansion, she leaned over a desk, sticking her buttocks out while talking to her husband. I carefully fucked her from behind, making sure not to make a sound.
“Uh, hoo… I’ll be away this weekend too.”
...
Do Yoon-jung’s voice on the phone was different. To , it was coquettish, filled with seduction and lewdness, but to her husband, it was as cold and rigid as the steppes in deep winter.
‘Too cold, you bitch. Be warm to your family, huh?’
Annoyed, I increased the pace of my thrusts. Being fucked, her body temperature would rise, perhaps making her tone warr as well.
Creak,
“!” “Uh…♥”
As her buttocks and my thighs slapped together, a loud sound accompanied by the squish of flesh echoed montarily.
...
But her husband on the other end of the phone didn’t seem to react. Didn't he hear it?
“Yuna is doing well, right?”
Yes, she’s fine. “Don’t be careless. Guide her well.”
Yuna can handle herself quite well, don’t worry too much. “Right.”
Their conversation was stilted, too much for a husband and wife. This bitch, could it be,
‘Does she often play this ga?’
Oh my god. If that's really the case, it's beyond absurd and almost respectable.
Click.
Do Yoon-jung put down the phone.
“It’s done, Master♥. You can fuck harder now♥.” “Huh.”
Her voice, once icy, suddenly turned dripping wet with arousal.
As desired, I firmly grasped her naughty buttocks and thrust vigorously.
“Ahhaa!!” “Hey, tell the truth. You’ve called your husband while getting fucked many tis, haven’t you? Huh?” “Ah! J-just a little…!!” “A little my ass!!” “Kyahh!”
I pinned her down on the desk, shaking my hips wildly. My erect penis relentlessly pounded her pussy.
“Ah! Ahh! I love it, Master!!” “Your husband really is a saint. Does that guy have any idea?” “Haahaa!!”
How can he live with soone like this? He must be a real-life Buddha.
“You need to be fucked to death. This is hopeless.” “Yes… please kill …♥.”
After coming inside her, I imdiately grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bed.
“You're a rag anyway, so I’ll treat you like one.” “Whatever you want, Master♥.”
...
Do Yoon-jung's husband ended the call, hiding the burning feeling inside him.
Does she know? That he can hear all the moans and the sound of flesh slapping together.
“Get a clue…”
There had been many such instances before.
As his heart turned to ashes, hiding his panting breaths, his wife would tell him she wasn’t coming ho, and he would just say okay. Then she would ask about their daughter, and again he would say okay.
How many tis had it been?
‘Should I run away?’
A sudden impulse surged.
As if possessed, he moved towards his daughter’s room.
...
The door was firmly shut. Inside, his daughter would be studying hard.
Do Yoon-jung, who was far from being a role model herself, was extrely strict with Yuna, who had spent her life unable to do what she wanted, almost like a doll.
‘This life... it’s wrong, isn’t it?’
He wasn’t much different. In this house, Do Yoon-jung was the queen.
She made all decisions, all judgnts. The rest had to follow.
Both the daughter, and her husband.
But... Was it too bleak to continue living this way?
No, beyond bleak, this insane woman was trying to offer her daughter to n.
It wasn’t certain, but the hints were there. Why else would she bring her newly admitted police academy daughter to introduce her around?
There was only one reason.
She intended for her daughter to live the life she had lived.
“That’s absolutely not going to happen!”
He reached out, intending to turn the doorknob right then.
But...
“Eek!”
Whether it was due to the fear ingrained in him, or simply because it had always been this way,
his hand just trembled, unable to even perform the simple act of turning the knob.
‘What am I!’
“Sir?” “!!”
At that mont, a servant appeared. A kindly looking lady approached.
“Your face… Is sothing the matter?” “Oh, no. Nothing. Just feeling a bit unwell…” “If you are, you should take so dicine.” “It’s fine. Oh, my wife isn’t coming ho tonight.” “Yes.”
Repeating that he was fine, he eventually escaped to his room and didn’t co out for a long while.
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