episode_0105

Tragedy.

Unseen, so he hadn’t known it was slowly approaching.

A condom full of another man’s semen lay on Hyeyeon’s body.

The distinct handprint of someone on her waist. Traces of liquid splattered on her dress. Even a kiss mark peeking out from between her breasts.

His head spun, and his vision rapidly blurred.

‘——Adultery?’

Countless questions, rage, and memories with Hyeyeon flashed past him, so quickly he couldn’t make sense of anything.

“…Dad! The kindergarten bus is here. I’m off!”

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“Assistant Manager Baek. Why are you so spaced out today? How much did you drink last night…? Tsk tsk. Here, have one and snap out of it.”

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Junseok searched for the superior who had sent him the photos, but for some reason, she was out of the office all day, claiming to be on an external assignment.

Hyeyeon, who had been unreachable all day, returned home late at night. She proudly announced that she had attended a social club at someone’s recommendation and made a decent profit there.

Junseok encouraged Hyeyeon, who was smiling innocently, telling her she had worked hard. That was as far as it went. Faced with his beloved wife, he couldn’t reveal his true feelings at all.

Her usual appearance slowly overlapped with the image in the photo.

Instead of her casually tied hair, it was neatly straightened. Instead of plain glasses, her youthful face wore light makeup. And she was dressed in a vibrant dress he had never seen her wear for anyone but himself.

When Hyeyeon asked why he was staring, Junseok found himself stammering that it was nothing.

‘Where exactly did you go? Who were you with? What was the purpose of your visit?’

Instead of the obvious questions a husband should ask—his true feelings—entirely different doubts suddenly began to surface.

‘Who was the person…? What kind of person were they? Were they kind? Kinder than me?’

‘What did they say when they saw you in that dress…? I’m curious, Hyeyeon. I just want to check. If I were to take off your clothes now… would their traces still remain?’

This feeling, which he was experiencing for the first time in his life, was both terrible and thrilling. Just looking at her face was enough to spontaneously create a film reel in his mind.

Ultimately, Junseok gained nothing from his conversation with Hyeyeon. Instead, he chose to remain silent, reasoning that incessant questioning could sow the seeds of discord.

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A few days later, Junseok was once again seated at his female superior’s bar.

He confessed that he had secretly masturbated to photos of his beloved wife for several days.

“I don’t know why I’m like this. Just thinking about that time makes my stomach churn and I feel stifled… It’s as if, I…”

“It’s like I want something like that, isn’t it…? Hahahaha~, Junseok. Did I guess right?”

Hyeyeon had suggested intimacy several times, but Junseok refused. He simply couldn’t have sex due to the guilt of having masturbated to those photos.

There was no one else in the bar besides his female superior and Junseok. When Junseok was somewhat intoxicated, she asked if he wanted to hear what had happened that day.

Junseok replied that he did.

“………Poor Junseok.”

His female superior pretended to comfort him, then stole his lips. She embraced the flustered Junseok and made him grasp her breasts.

Despite Junseok’s bewildered question, she took off her outer clothes and asked him to violate her.

“Manager-nim, I didn’t come here for this. I truly came to hear what happened…”

“Shut up and spread your legs, you bitch.”

“…Manager-nim?”

“You were there too, weren’t you? You did it. You made my wife like that. Otherwise, how could such a photo be taken, you fucking whore?………Junseok, can you tell me this, pull out your erect cock, and thrust it in? Can you make me apologize for what I did while getting fucked?”

“Ah, no… but this is…”

“I want to sit. Will our good Junseok be my chair?”

As Junseok hesitated, his superior lightly pushed him, easily knocking him down. She caressed the inside of Junseok’s already erect groin and snickered.

“Junseok, feeling the warmth of my buttocks on your back like this… just a touch now and then is enough for you, isn’t it? Like this…♡ You’re the kind of man whose pre-cum spurts just from me teasing your glans with my fingernail.”

“Hmph… Heh. Yes, yes! I am my Master’s faithful masochistic slave!”

“Hmph……… *Slurp*…♡ It’s been a while since I tasted pre-cum. That’s why I like you, Junseok. You dutifully listen to my every word, don’t you? Anytime, anywhere. I want you to be my dog like that…”

The female superior, the Madam, paused for a moment, contemplating something. Knowing that Junseok’s testicles were already swollen to their fullest, she continued speaking.

“…That man, his cock was too big… Your wife suffered a lot…♡”

“Wh-what do you——!”

“A truly enormous cock, unlike your little precious thing that you didn’t even know existed. It was probably her first time. Fucked and fucked again with just one condom… continuously… She finally fell asleep after being fucked all night… and perhaps returned home in the middle of the night, didn’t she?”

The Madam tightly gripped Junseok’s solidly erect cock. Junseok let out a pained groan and sprayed pre-cum wildly into the air.

“She probably went and said something like, ‘Oh… I just got an invitation to a common social club and managed to get some material for an article.’ I told her to. Leaving out the part about having sex all night…♡”

“Ugh…! M-Master, just a little mercy…!”

“But… you already knew, didn’t you, Junseok? From the moment your wife said she was going on a business trip… No. From the moment she got to know me… Hmm, no… Perhaps from the moment you lay prostrate here and declared yourself my slave.”

Already realizing that he was inadequate as a ‘male’ from the very beginning.

“You’re an irredeemable masochist. To feel even that unbridgeable gap as sexual desire.”

He couldn’t bring himself to ask Hyeyeon to become his Master. So, he projected Hyeyeon’s image onto the Madam.

The arousal he felt when masturbating while imagining Hyeyeon entwined with his superior was highly addictive. But the more he did so, the greater the sense of detachment he felt during actual intimacy with Hyeyeon.

Though she didn’t say it directly, it seemed she no longer felt anything from his cock. Junseok, too, was starting to get no sensation from ‘normal’ sex.

“Once the alcohol got into her, she became disoriented… I wondered if she usually didn’t drink with her husband. Even then, in front of the cock, with wide, startled eyes, she kneaded it with both hands…♡ She said it was her first time seeing something so big, so she was nervous.”

Hyeyeon’s business trip was too sudden. For journalists, business trips were commonplace, so there was nothing unusual about it, but…

“Perhaps because she’s married… she’s young, but her nipples were incredibly sensitive and fun to play with, apparently. Were they inverted, I wonder…? Oh dear… What should I do? You’ve already come this much? I haven’t even started my story yet.”

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On the day of the boat party, Hyeyeon actually suffered no harm. However, the photos Junseok received were real. They were staged while Hyeyeon was asleep to make it easy for him to misunderstand.

But after that day, Junseok’s view of Hyeyeon changed subtly. Hyeyeon continued to follow the Madam, gathering information and material for articles about Namgeon, while Junseok, seeing only the manipulated photos, indulged in increasingly lewd fantasies and frequented the bar.

The Madam whispered fabricated stories into Junseok’s ear, drawing him deeper into the swamp. It was a deliberate attempt at gaslighting.

Hyeyeon, who had been nothing but pure, had, in Junseok’s delusions, somehow become a promiscuous woman secretly engaging in sex work behind her husband’s back.

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“Do you remember? Coming to cover me at the boat party back then. That was the first time I saw you, Lee Hyeyeon. You were beautiful. So much so that it wouldn’t be strange if the announcer’s position changed immediately…”

“It felt like someone entered that night, and that was you. Namgeon… I understand now. All the disgusting things you did… I understand my husband’s reaction.”

“We were both in our twenties back then. I still can’t forget it. I merely wanted to see what kind of woman this hack reporter who took the bait was. …But you had such a beautiful and upright face.”

“Stop with the empty words and just admit it now. Admit your wrongdoing and face the press—.”

“——It’s embarrassing, but Lee Hyeyeon, I truly fell in love with you that day. I fell for the person who came to throw me in jail, even knowing you were married.”

“What nonsense…!”

Namgeon grabbed her arm as she tried to spring up. Hyeyeon’s pupils were shaking in a way unlike her.

“It’s the truth. At least when dealing with you, I was always sincere. Whether it was interviewing as a reporter versus a representative, disclosing my private life, or even intentionally leaking the existence of VIPs——.”

“…That’s a lie.”

“Lee Hyeyeon, did you think the news agency would allow you to waste your time indefinitely on matters concerning me? I’ve read all the articles you’ve written. At best, they were mere gossip, with strikingly low attention… nothing more.”

“That’s because you control the higher-ups! To prevent articles about yourself from coming out!”

The teacup, struck by her forcefully pulled-away hand, rolled off the table. A sharp shattering sound echoed in their ears for a while.

Namgeon sent away the secretary who was hastily trying to enter. He picked up the largest of the broken pieces.

“But back then, I was too young. I thought any woman… would follow me if I treated them the way I always did. I thought love could be contained in a small cup.”

The formula for ‘picking up’ someone had no meaning in the face of true love. That was because Namgeon himself felt that way.

“Nevertheless, I tried to confine you within this teacup. In this hotel, as a Madam. I made a huge mistake.”

“…You’d say that to anyone, wouldn’t you? To smooth over this moment with plausible bullshit. You must have swayed many with that glib tongue, huh? I’m sorry, but not me. I know you’re trying to cut out the underground. I also know you’re calling in each Madam to talk to them to prevent stories from leaking.”

“No.”

“I was trying to hear how you would try to sweet-talk me… but I’m disappointed, Namgeon. Even more so than with our husband, whom you manipulated. Even though he became a slave, I love my husband more than anyone.”

“…I’m sorry. But my feelings are not a lie.”

“I don’t want to hear it anymore. It’s dirty and disgusting. That mindset that you can do anything with a woman just with your smooth words and big cock. …I need to go back to the hotel now. I’m going to take my husband and Doyun and leave. Except for in court, I will never see your face again. Forever.”

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“……………”

Namgeon remained silent, his head bowed. Despite his appearance suggesting genuine remorse, Hyeyeon turned away without hesitation.

Towards her, Namgeon spoke a single sentence, his voice somewhat strained.

“I will legalize the underground.”

That single sentence was enough to stop Hyeyeon.

“That’s impossible.”

“To make the impossible possible, I personally dealt with the opposing forces until now. The VIP list consists only of people who agree with my intentions. There’s no one who can oppose it now.”

“But you…!”

“To expand Midnight’s business, I’m cutting out the entire underground… People around me will think that. But it’s the opposite.”

Either blinding everyone with dazzling light, or covering everything with pitch-black darkness.

Whatever it was, the meaning of his words was clear.

“It’s my gift to everyone I love, and everyone I’ve loved.”

Hyeyeon immediately tried to escape the office, but Namgeon blocked her in a single stride.

“Madam Lee Hyeyeon… You’ve worked hard making such bold claims until now.”

“Get away! Don’t come near me! I-I’ll report you.”

To love, one must first be equal. Love is established when the eye-level at which two people view each other is equal.

“You are disqualified as a Madam. Not only are you soft and rotten, but you cleverly evaded evaluations and even frequented unauthorized places. It seems there was some kind of deal with Madam Ju Chaebin to retrieve the ring after the social club… Haha.”

“Get away…! Ugh…! S-Save me! Please save me—!!! *Choke*——.”

“I will give you a direct lesson. The body and mindset of a Madam. And how to love your one and only Master.”

But Namgeon had never once loved on equal terms. He etched love onto others. Like a tattoo, he slowly carved words and actions that would evoke affection onto their skin.

Hyeyeon’s clothes were ruthlessly torn away by Namgeon’s hands, and soon, her appetizingly swollen fruit was revealed.

The overwhelming difference in height and build. Hyeyeon trembled from an unbelievable sense of oppression, and soon recalled a sensation she had completely forgotten.

Namgeon’s thick hand seemed to brush her breast, then immediately squeezed and twisted her still-inverted nipple.

“Huuuuuugh—!!! Wait, what are you—!”

“Still the same, this body type.”

Namgeon brought his tongue to the breast milk that easily spurted out and ravenously licked it up. Each time his tongue touched her areola, she let out a scream-like groan and squirted milk.

“Stop— *Gasp*—!! It-it wasn’t coming out before… Why…?!”

“Women, females. They’re all the same, Hyeyeon. Females instinctively sense a male who can dominate them. And on the other hand, they feel the same about a male they can dominate.”

“Ugh… Ooh…! Please— Ugh, h-hold on—! No, milk—!”

“Midnight’s status system was purely instinctively created. No matter how much you tame the inferior males within it… you can never become an Alpha.”

His body heat, his touch, and his breath. The distinct outline of his extremely thick cock felt against her back. Its shape, color, smell, and taste.

The moment all memories related to Namgeon awakened at once.

Siiiiiish……… Psiiish………

Pshaaaaaaat—!!!

She shed tears and spurted out her ‘defeat juice’. Every time she tried to resist, she was the one who was defeated.

He always reminded her that a mere female could never overcome a superior cock.

Her pathetic premature vagina could never overcome her Master. Helplessly caught by him, she squirted again.

“You son of a… bitch. How many times, how many times have you… Even if you made me like this, I— *Gasp*—— won’t lose—.”

Namgeon lightly ignored Hyeyeon’s gaze.

“It won’t end this easily. …Just so happens, more students are coming. Someone you know well.”

“Students…? D-Don’t touch my husband. And Doyun too—!”

It was then. Someone knocked on the office door. Along with Namgeon’s welcoming shout—, a woman swept back her beautiful ebony hair and walked in.

There was no need to confirm. She was Ju Chaebin, Namgeon’s closest confidante.

However, she was not the student.

Someone else walked in, following Ju Chaebin.

With her fair hands meekly clasped, and her eyes looking up while her head was shyly bowed———.

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《Character Information》 1. Name: Namgeon 2. Age: 35 years old 3. Gender: Male 4. Height: 187cm 5. Penis: 23.7cm when fully erect / Girth and rigidity lv.Max 6. Ability ⓐ Friction lv.Max: Can affect the target’s fate resistance. …[Currently unconfirmed item]

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##Hong Doha’s Story 2

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