【The Tragedy of a Beautiful Woman】(Part 2) (The End) Author: Diver No. 1

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Author: Diver No. 1
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(Part 2)

Psychology is a rather mysterious discipline. Among the many schools of thought that have emerged in modern times, the most famous
is probably Freudian psychology, founded by Freud. His interpretation of dreams and understanding of sexuality have had
a profound impact.

In fact, the application of psychology by humans is not lagging behind its theoretical development; in fact, it may even be
ahead . One example is the observation that people feel oppressed in narrow, dimly lit spaces, a concept widely used
in criminal cases.

Since my failed escape attempt half a month ago, I have been imprisoned in a storage room and injected daily with
methamphetamine, commonly known as crystal meth, a highly addictive stimulant that, like heroin, makes people feel
euphoric and high. It also has a unique effect on libido, thus crystal meth is used as an
aphrodisiac in the sex industry—despite its significant harm to the body and its highly addictive nature. According to testimonies,
women who use methamphetamine become very uninhibited during the process, often becoming uncontrollably excited. Just moments
before were resolute and beautiful women.

"Unnie, don't scratch! If your skin breaks, the chairman will be unhappy!"

I leaned against the wall, glancing at her sideways, trying my best to remain silent, my heavy breathing echoing in the air.

In reality, I was far more wretched than I appeared.

Three weeks had passed. Short in life, but more than enough for the formation of addiction.

I trembled, the withdrawal symptoms pushing my body to the brink of collapse. I gritted my teeth, my skin itching unbearably, as if
ants were crawling on it. I clenched my fists, my body drenched in cold sweat, abdominal cramps causing my
body to curl up like a shrimp.

Words cannot fully describe the pain. I don't know how much time passed before Xu Meina, that woman, left the storage
room. There was only one light, no windows; I couldn't distinguish between day and night. I don't know how much time passed before they let me
out.

It was already night. They made me take a bath, but then made me come out naked. I felt
nothing ; my heart was numb.

"Good evening, beauty," the man greeted me like an old friend. After half a
month of "training," I could no longer maintain my facade of composure. My dignity was utterly trampled. In his presence, I
could only act as humble as a servant.

He was pleased with my behavior. I stood timidly to the side. Suddenly, the familiar sensation returned.
I collapsed to the ground, my body curling up like a shrimp, gritting my teeth, trying not to scream in pain.

He stood before me, looking down at me. "Beauty, do you know what to do from now on?"

He looked down at me. I nodded through gritted teeth, and then Xu Meina gave me an injection.

The pain subsided, and I let out a soft, cat-like meow. I lay on the floor, completely relaxed.
He stood with his legs spread above my chest.

He glanced at me, and I jolted awake, arching my back and expertly unzipping my pants, pulling out his penis
. The round mushroom head shed its covering, swelling to the size of an egg in a few breaths, emitting a hot and pungent
aroma.

I've probably eaten more sausages in the past month than in the past twenty-odd years—I thought, swallowing the
now iron-like penis.

The next day.

I woke up, groggy, unable to move my limbs. I opened my eyes; my body was sitting
in , my limbs strapped to it. Xu Meina, the man, and a strange middle-aged woman were watching me.

"What are you doing?"

"Dr. Zheng, what's the result?"

The middle-aged woman, called Dr. Zheng, glanced at me, then answered the man, "Ms. Han's
addiction hasn't lasted too long, and there are no physical abnormalities; the main issue is the addictive symptoms." She paused, then looked
at me again; I sensed jealousy in her eyes.

"I suggest compulsory detoxification, which will take about three months to break the addiction."

"Okay, then I'll leave these three months in Dr. Zheng's care. I'll arrange the payment."

The woman surnamed Zheng smiled and bowed to him.

The two left, and as they reached the door, the man turned back and said, "Take good care of Miss Han. I'll
come to see her."

The woman surnamed Zheng nodded reluctantly, and I, hearing this, felt inexplicably excited.

Three more months passed. In these three months, I had no freedom, no image, and no
dignity. This place felt like hell, and I threw away everything I could. What remained was probably
my still beautiful shell.

The woman surnamed Zheng and the nurse, following his instructions, dared not physically abuse me, but for three long months, through
compulsory detoxification and imprisonment, I completely lost the self-esteem and shame I had tried so hard to protect.

In four months, my life trajectory had changed.

Dressed in simple clothes, I was led back to my home by Xu Meina, who was also sitting inside.

Seeing him sitting calmly, I felt nothing at all. Neither enemy nor friend;
compared to the three months of drug rehabilitation, it all seemed insignificant.

Although he was the cause of it all, I felt no hatred towards him, only
indifference .

I silently returned to my room alone, took a bath, and relaxed in the warm water, eventually
falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I was in bed, naked, and the man was sitting on the edge of my bed.

Instinctively, I wrapped the sheet around myself.

He smiled at me, "Don't be afraid, I didn't do anything, and I won't do anything."

He said this, but I glanced at his genitals—they were already bulging. Surprisingly
, he actually left and closed the door.

I pulled the sheet down and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Click," the door opened again, and the man poked his head in.

"Ah!" I screamed.

He just covered his ears.

"I have things to do tomorrow, so get some rest tonight, and—no masturbation."

The door closed again.

How much did he love to come back to me! That was probably the only thought in my mind at that moment—but something seemed to be missing;
he seemed to have said, "No masturbation tonight."

What the hell!

I couldn't help but laugh, but my body, which hadn't felt any desire before, suddenly seemed to be aroused.

Three months of celibacy had somehow created a feeling of hunger within me. I looked at my still-white and tender
fingers—and buried my head in my sleep.

The night passed.

"Hehe!"

Hearing a knock at the door, I groggily continued sleeping under the covers.

Then I heard the door open, and then the blanket was gone.

"What are you doing?" I said angrily to Xu Meina.

She was holding a set of clothes and threw it at me. "Take a shower and change!"

"Why?" I muttered again.

"You'll find out soon enough!" she said casually, then gracefully left.

"Pah!" I spat, but didn't throw a tantrum.

Three hours later.

Under Xu Meina's supervision, I finished dressing.

"Why is it formal wear again?" I complained, looking at the shirt and skirt suit I was wearing.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of her eye. "Because he likes uniforms."

"Also, the president is waiting for you downstairs."

I pursed my lips, wearing black pointed high heels, and strode downstairs. Coming out of the elevator, Xu Meina
led me to the car. Xu Meina sat in the driver's seat, I sat in the back, and he, that man, sat
next to .

I moved my lips, but then closed them again.

"Just call me president."

I glanced at him awkwardly, then nodded. "Okay!"

"Today we're going to meet your parents."

"Huh?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Jiaren-xi, haven't you not seen your parents for a long time? Your parents are worried about your career, so to
put their minds at ease, you invited your boss and parents to dinner. Isn't that right?"

I remained silent.

"Jiaren-xi is a smart person, so I'll be frank."

The car drove smoothly, quickly passing the scenery on both sides. I turned my gaze from the window to look at him.

"These past few months must have been unforgettable for you. You should know I can't let you leave."

"You can only be my woman for the rest of your life."

"These contracts, sign them if you've decided! I'll give you a choice."

I opened the contracts, and surprisingly, they weren't as harsh as I'd imagined; in fact, they were quite generous.
A highly sought-after film contract, a hefty salary, a major endorsement deal—
contracts I couldn't even get at the peak of my popularity were now within my grasp.

A real stick and a sweet treat.

I frowned, my pen still motionless.

"What are you hesitating for? Jung-hoon-ssi has already accepted the contract for 'East of Eden.'"

...

"Hello, Uncle, Aunt."

I said sternly, "This is my boss, Chairman Choi."

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Chairman Choi!" My father and mother extended their hands one after the other.

A rather unremarkable meeting.

We met in a private room of a barbecue restaurant, not in what appeared to be a sophisticated Western restaurant. I
sat , my father and mother opposite, and next to me was the window with a view of the scenery below.

I watched him and my father chatting animatedly, while my mother and I sat nearby grilling meat, preparing ingredients, and serving food.

It was more like a blind date than a dinner party. Looking at the man's smiling profile, this thought flashed through my
mind , and it seemed my father had a good impression of him.

But he didn't know that this seemingly respectable man was molesting his daughter.

"Uncle, come on!" he said, toasting my father while his hand reached for my thigh.

His large palm and thick knuckles, warm to the touch through the thin stockings, pressed against my skin. I
glanced down, hesitated for a moment, then continued what he was doing.

The two men clinked glasses at the table, while the woman busied herself silently. Beneath this seemingly ordinary scene
lay a cacophony of desire.

The man's hand caressing my thigh under the table, compared to his seemingly respectable face, made one
admire his acting skills.

A daring idea popped into my head.

The man, dressed in a suit, was chatting and laughing at the table, clinking glasses. Suddenly, his smile froze,
as if paralysis. His expression became stiff, and his eloquent, witty remarks became incoherent.

"What's wrong?" my father asked.

"I remembered something,"

he stammered. I secretly rejoiced at his stammering. On the table, he continued skillfully preparing the ingredients, while off
the table, he continued to fiddle with the large penis in his pants, his index, middle, and thumb rubbing the mushroom head.

His stiff expression didn't last long; he quickly returned to normal, but compared to his previous cheerful
demeanor he became much more reserved, more like my father's companion.

I glanced down at him; the slight twitching of his muscles indicated he was on the verge of collapse.

I continued what I was doing, but perhaps intentionally, he didn't want to be taken advantage of here, because he
"accidentally" spilled wine and condiments.

Instantly, his clothes were stained red. Wine and condiments spilled on our stomachs,
and I could only pull my hand out of his pants, given his skill.

He apologized repeatedly, and I could only bow in apology. He kept saying "Excuse me," then called Xu Meina in to keep me
company, and then told me to help him straighten my clothes.

I could only smile bitterly to myself; this was truly insane! I already knew how crazy things were going to get, but
it was really happening to me, and I had no right to avoid it.

With a "bang," he slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. He walked towards me, and I backed away,
my high heels clicking crisply on the tiles.

Until I hit the sink, with nowhere left to retreat, I braced myself on the counter and glanced back
. The man in the mirror was staring at me menacingly. I turned around, my chest heaving violently as if it were about to burst
. "Not here—"

"Ugh…" He suddenly kissed my lips, silencing my words.

He pressed his body forward forcefully, and I braced myself against the marble countertop with my arms spread apart, arching my back
. My head was held in place, unable to escape, and I could only endure his onslaught in my mouth. He kissed me as he did so.
He hooked his arm around my thigh as I lifted it up, and I cooperated by hooking my thigh around his lower back. The friction of our lower bodies against each other made
us groan together. His hands went to his chest.

I suddenly pressed against his chest, pulling away from his kiss.

"Not here!" I turned my head away from his lips.

He grabbed my chin and twisted it to face him.

My tear ducts felt like burst pipes, and I felt tears welling up. "Please don't do it here," I
used " "Mom and Dad will definitely find out!"

He was expressionless. I gritted my teeth. "As long as it's not here."

The stalemate didn't last long. He pressed my penis down. "Let me collect some interest first."

I knelt down, took out his penis, and put it directly into my mouth. There were no extra steps. Just
to let the man release, I used the simplest method: stroking with my hand while moving my head back and forth, swallowing
and spitting. There was no eye contact, no sound. After a few minutes, the man's body began to tense up, and then
a . I sprinted and stroked quickly, opening my mouth at the same time. Then, amidst the man's panting
, my mouth was filled with his semen, and some got on my face and clothes. I took the glans into my mouth, stroking the shaft from the inside
while my mouth contracted like sucking on a lollipop to draw out the semen.

Having satisfied the man's needs, I looked up and met his cold eyes. I lowered my head. Beneath
that calm surface, I sensed a deep-seated desire lurking beneath the man's facade.

"Come back to the company with me later," he said, glancing in the mirror. I quickly helped him straighten his clothes.
After he returned to the private room, I began to rinse my mouth, wash my face, touch up my makeup, and fix my clothes and hair.

I gently pushed open the door; they were chatting happily again. I returned to my seat.

My father complained, "Hyun-joo, why did it take so long? You made us wait so long!"

I bowed obsequiously, saying, "Touching up makeup takes too much time."

The man laughed heartily, "Come on, Uncle!" He raised his glass, and my father raised his too. They clinked glasses and downed
their drinks.

"Ring ring ring!" A sound like an alarm clock rang. We looked at each other, and then the man said, "Sorry, it's
my phone." He took the phone and walked to the door, speaking in a pretentious manner.

Who knows if that thing was a ringtone or an alarm clock? Would he use something so tasteless as a ringtone?

I watched him sit back down with the phone, saying, "I'm sorry, Jiaren has a film contract to discuss at the company.
We have to excuse ourselves, we're truly sorry!" He bowed to my parents, who quickly replied,
"Thank you for your trouble," and returned the bow.

I watched coldly, remaining silent throughout, even as my parents complained
. They seemed helpless in the face of the man who had toyed with me.

As he wished, they finally left, leaving only three people in the enclosed private room. The noise vanished
completely , the atmosphere as still as water before boiling.

Breathing was audible; the water was about to boil.

"Ugh!" He suddenly pushed me back, and I cried out in pain.

First, there was a "clucking" sound as my body recoiled, my high-heeled feet pounding
rapidly , then a "thud" as my back slammed against the wall. Before I could even catch my breath or
flinch, his lips were on mine. I gasped for air, feeling his right hand
grope my body before sliding down under my skirt.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" He released my lips, and I turned my head back to avoid his kisses. He pressed his
lips to my neck, the skin feeling wet and sucked, then moved to
another spot, feeling like I was being drained of blood by a vampire.

I gasped for breath, staring at the empty ceiling, feeling my chest heave like waves, as if it were being
forced open .

"Ah!" He forcefully pulled at my underwear, dragging it down my thigh, past my right calf,
and onto my left.

He gripped my chin, facing me with less than a hand's width between us. I felt
the heat of his breath and the surge of desire within my body. In a daze, my thigh was lifted, and then a hard,
round head pressed against my crotch.

I closed my eyes, feeling the man's hot penis slowly piercing my body, emitting
a murmur as if being tortured.

Entering me while we stood face-to-face, the man continued to push his large penis into my body until it
reached the very end of my vagina. He held my chin, facing me, our bodies tightly connected. I felt
my vagina crying, convulsing; I felt as if my body had lost control. My eyes were
wide gasping for breath, like someone desperately trying to breathe while suffocating.

I gripped his arms, my pupils dilating, my throat emitting meaningless murmurs. I don't know
how much time passed, but I felt as if I had just died, my body feeling limp and drenched
in sweat .

My vision cleared again; the man was still staring intently into my eyes. He
moved closer to my cheek, biting my lip in my presence.

His tongue gently licked my bitten lip, then slipped into my mouth. I felt
my tongue being wrapped around his, sucked into his mouth like candy. Instinctively, I returned the kiss,
our tongues intertwining like fish.

I closed my eyes, hearing the soft, sucking sounds of our kiss.

"Ugh!" The stinger that had pierced my body began to withdraw, then thrust back in. I clung to his
neck, my mouth blocked, only able to whimper.

I quietly savored this soul-stirring feeling; my body had completely accepted this man.
He didn't thrust for long before my vagina felt another orgasm.

I relaxed, holding him tightly, when suddenly a strong force lifted me up. He had lifted me by my thighs
, and I instinctively clung to his neck.

He moved as he walked, our clothes intact, but our bodies were a mess, dripping wetly with each slap . He swept the food off the table and placed me on it; I felt the cold temperature
of the table . He stood beside me, his back straight. I glanced at his genitals, then at his face. His penis was wet and throbbing, and he was staring straight at me.

I knew what to do next. I looked up and gave him a look, then reached out and grasped his slick penis,
lowering my head to take the glans into my mouth.

Long-term sexual activity had rapidly improved my oral skills. I contracted my mouth, using the mucous membrane of my small mouth to tightly wrap around the glans,
creating suction to draw it outwards and then swallow it back in.

I looked up; the man was leaning back in his seat, his hands gripping the top tightly. I
rapidly stroked and sucked, constantly stimulating him with my eyes.

No one could resist such stimulation.

The man gasped for breath, panting for a while before finally managing to say, "Ah, oh, uh, oh," before finally managing to say, "I can't take it anymore."
Then he roughly grabbed my head and used my mouth as a vagina, rapidly thrusting in and out of my mouth. I
coughed violently, the feeling of suffocation causing my airway to spasm violently, but this only gave the man a sensation similar to
vaginal .

A stream of white semen exploded in my mouth. I looked up at him in discomfort. He slowly released my head,
pulling out his limp penis, a trace of milky white "milk" dripping from the corner of my mouth.

I looked up at him, stuck out my tongue, and licked the semen from the corner of my mouth, swallowing it in front of him.

In front of me, his previously limp penis rapidly erected again, becoming straight in front of my mouth
. I stuck out my tongue and licked the glans.

"Ah!" the man groaned in pain, saying, "I can't hold back anymore," before grabbing my ankles
and folding me down to my chest, my buttocks sticking up on the table. He held down my ankles with one hand and
used the other to thrust his almost exploding penis into my body.

We both groaned simultaneously, the feeling of being filled making me curl up involuntarily, my
legs, encased in black stockings, clamping his head upwards. I watched as my feet were raised, my black high heels swaying in the air
.

I felt my body about to explode from the overwhelming desire, my mouth uttering meaningless cries, my lower body gushing forth like a burst
dam , I even felt my stockings and skirt completely soaked with my juices.

Is this me? The thought flashed through my mind amidst the continuous pleasure. I closed my eyes, as if
my soul had left my body, my entire life flashing by like a movie.

With the man's continued movements, my body honestly emitted
the sounds . I opened my eyes, staring at the man thrusting against me—wasn't life good enough?

Unconsciously, my nose stung, and my eyes turned red. With the man's penetrating movements,
I couldn't help but cry out in excitement.

I sobbed, vaguely feeling the man's hand reach towards my honey-covered anus.

"No!" I struggled, sobbing.

"That means you want it!" he laughed.

He ultimately didn't force me into anal sex in the private room, but instead used his mouth to suck it out, then took me to
a building. I just didn't know what company it was.

Following him into the office, I was greeted by a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. He walked to the leather chair behind his desk and
sat down.

"Sit down!" he gestured to the sofa.

The relaxed way he sat down gave me the air of a successful man, a kind of confident aura.

I held my skirt up with both hands and sat on the sofa with my legs together.

He sat behind the desk, legs crossed, chin in hand, and said, "Do you know why I wanted to
get ?"

I was stunned, completely clueless about what he was trying to say.

"Actually, you should be more confused as to why I went through all this
trouble for it?"

Watching him speak so confidently, I nodded.

"It's not that strange, I just wanted to see how you would feel."

I listened quietly; his words were like
a surface.

"Do you know what kind of woman I like best?"

Hearing this, I blinked, confused. He said, "I like respectable women!"

His smile was mischievous, and I lowered my head.

"Do you know how womanly you look with your head down right now?" I heard his voice. "You may not have
a curvy figure, but you're still better than that slut Mina in some ways."

I didn't look up, thinking to myself, it was probably my pride.

"You're more of a woman than she is, that kind of allure only the untouched can possess."

I reacted strongly to his words. He wanted more than just a plaything; he wanted a woman to accompany him.
But why was I chosen?

He treated this as a game of conquest.

"That's all in the past!" I interrupted his comments.

His lips twitched. "Have you thought it through?"

"I'll be your woman without worry."

"No regrets?"

His words shattered my calm heart.

Of all the things that happened these past few months, was it my choice? I was
just ! Regret is something I have no right to touch.

This is probably my fate!

I choked back tears and nodded silently.

I turned my head and suddenly felt a man embrace me. I looked up and saw his calm face.

"Is it okay now?"

I felt a flush on my face, turned my head away without speaking, and just nodded.

I closed my eyes, and then he rolled over and hugged me from behind.

He kissed the skin between my neck and back. "So fragrant!"

I subconsciously turned my head away, trying to avoid the tickling sensation from his kisses.

He placed his hands on my chest and pulled me into his arms. "Do you know when a woman is most beautiful?"

I turned my head and looked into his eyes.

"When she's dressed!" he said, looking into my eyes.

"Then why do you men always want us women to wear as little clothing as possible?"

"Isn't this still a dress?"

"Ah!" As he said this, he tore my shirt open with his hands.

He grabbed my chest and said, "Of course, people look better with clothes on, but some things look even better when they're exposed."

"Don't bite!" He bit my ear, pretending to scold me.

"Don't you like it?" His hands didn't stop moving, and my bra was already pushed up to my chest, my breasts were...
He held it in his hand, playing with it.

My breathing grew heavy, but I hadn't lost my mind. I turned around, "What do you plan to do to me?
Like that woman Xu Meina?"

He didn't answer, but kissed my lips directly.

I don't know how much saliva I swallowed, but I pulled away from his kiss.

"I promise to be your woman obediently, but I also have to be responsible for my future."

He stopped. "Are you worried that I'll use you and then throw you away?"

"Yes!" I answered without hesitation, "I don't have many years of youth left, you should give me an explanation—
"

"You will get what you want!" I looked directly into his eyes, "I have nothing now, but I
can give you my body, my heart—provided you give me an explanation."

He looked at me for a while, and finally answered, "I promise you."

It was like being sentenced, whether guilty or guilty, the final hammer that determined fate had finally fallen.

Tears streaming down my face, I said, "I'm such a foolish woman—"

"No… I know, you're a smart woman, unlike Xu Meina, who thinks she's smart."

I paused, he spoke seriously, but the surprise on his face vanished in an instant.

"Whether a woman is smart or foolish, she will become a man's plaything—as long as he has enough
power." I looked at him devoutly, speaking just as seriously.

He seemed somewhat surprised, then said with a playful tone, "You're right, my dear…
So, my dear, it's time for you to fulfill your responsibilities as a plaything!"

He smiled broadly, but a tent was bulging in his pants, ruining his delicate image.

I gave him a deep look, "And I hope you can fulfill your responsibilities as a plaything!"

"You'll know!" he replied with a double meaning.

I said no more, put my bra and shirt back on, which he had messed up, and
bowed to him with my hands clasped below my stomach.

"Please begin!"

I smoothed out the wrinkles in my stockings and skirt before kneeling down and looking up at him.

I pulled out his thing, holding it in one hand, it smelled of my recent bodily fluids. I looked up at
him, feeling the hardness of his penis in my hand. My eyes continued to look upwards as he lowered his head and licked the glans,
then swallowed the entire round head.

With a "gulp," he pressed my head down and swallowed until my nose touched his curly pubic hair.
I felt the glans hitting my throat, and I immediately coughed, clutching my neck and panting.

He withdrew his penis, waited a moment, and then plunged in again.

Before I was ready, I felt a hot and hard thing thrust in, brazenly
grinding against my tongue, grazing my palate, and finally slamming into my soft throat.

My unprepared stomach immediately convulsed violently, a surge of acid rising to my throat. Fortunately, the penis
withdrew at that moment. But before the convulsions in my stomach had stopped, the penis actually rushed back in, and this time even deeper,
the large glans already inside my trembling throat.

Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but the man's hands held the back of my head, pressing me firmly so I couldn't back away and
could only obediently endure it. He enjoyed the moist warmth of my mouth with satisfaction, his hips thrusting faster and faster, his penis penetrating my throat
again again, almost completely inside.

I looked up at him, my eyes already filled with tears. The physical stimulation combined with the psychological satisfaction made me feel as if
his penis had swelled up.

He thrust even more fiercely, and I endured it, feeling my consciousness blurring, almost suffocating. The man
's penis was inserted so deeply, pressing against my throat, preventing me from breathing. But the instinct for survival and
the torment calmed me down.

During the brief moments when his penis withdrew, I breathed through my nose; when it thrust back in, I tried my best to suppress the urge to
vomit so I wouldn't suffocate.

As the man thrust deeper and deeper, his scrotum slammed against my chin each time, and the coarse, thick pubic hair
pierced deep into my nostrils. I could even feel his penis piercing through my neck, and I could vaguely make out the shape of the glans.

The man's penis was so thick and powerful that I involuntarily swallowed, causing the muscles in my throat to squeeze tightly against
the constantly moving shaft. This seemed to make the man even more comfortable, and he thrust even faster.

I groaned almost inaudibly, because the sudden increase in speed made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I
panicked more and more, realizing with horror that I was about to suffocate. All the sounds and sights around me seemed to be blurring,
and I could only clearly hear the "thump, thump" of my own heartbeat.

He seemed unaware of my predicament, thrusting his hips violently, enjoying
the wonderful taste of deep throating again and again.

My vision blurred, my consciousness gradually faded, and my soul seemed to be slowly leaving my body. Just when I thought
I was about to die, the penis in my mouth suddenly doubled in size. Then, with a low growl from
the man , the first spurt of semen shot into my throat, half a second later, then a third.
The penis throbbed powerfully in my mouth, as if it still wasn't satisfied.

After ejaculating, the penis shrank slightly, and I finally breathed air again, and my consciousness returned.

He pulled his penis out of my mouth and placed it back against my lips. "Lick it clean," he commanded coldly.

I glanced at Jon, then obediently took his now somewhat limp penis into my mouth,
cleaning the white fluid with my tongue before swallowing.

He stroked my hair, patted my head, and thrust his penis deep into my lips again,
pumping . Having prepared myself, I was a little more at ease, able to raise my arms to embrace his waist,
adjusting to his thrusts.

Having just ejaculated once, the man slowly savored the soft, tight sensation in my throat, finally
releasing .

After cleaning his penis with my mouth once more, I swallowed the semen, panting, still kneeling between his
legs . My shirt was half-open, revealing my shoulders, my skin covered in fine beads of sweat. My skin
, flushed with desire, glowed an alluring rosy hue. My hair was also soaked with sweat, strands clinging to my flushed cheeks
.

"Much better than before!"

I knelt on the ground, panting heavily. "You almost killed me." I looked up and said.

"It's not over yet!" He was expressionless, but his erect penis showed that he was very excited—this man
was dominated by desire.

He made me lie face down on the table, walked behind me, pushed up my straight skirt, and tore open my stockings.

"I like this kind of dignified woman, half-naked," he said, reaching down to touch my lower body. "Oh,
you're ready!"

I lay face down on the table, my legs slightly curled up by him. Before I could respond, he thrust into me. I
gripped , biting my lip and remaining silent.

He climbed on my back, kneading my breasts as he thrust.

For a moment, the spacious office was filled only with the sounds of "slapping."

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled it back, lifting my upper body along with it. With his other hand, he tore open my shirt
and bra.

As my body heated up, the sensations gradually intensified, and I couldn't help but moan through my nose. He excitedly grabbed
my hair and pulled it back like a mare, yet I felt little shame; my body was simply responding to
its own flesh .

After a few minutes, I finally came.

He excitedly hugged my knees, sitting down on the sofa as he moved. He gripped my waist with both hands, saying
, "Move yourself."

I braced myself against his hips, a novel sensation welling up inside me. In the months he had controlled me, this was the first
time I had used this position under my own control.

With the help of his hands, I squatted up, watching my lower body repeatedly swallow and release his penis.
This novel experience didn't last long; my strength was exhausted by my second orgasm, and I collapsed
into his arms, letting him thrust his hips.

He pushed me down onto the sofa, grabbing one of my ankles and pointing it straight to the clouds, then kneeling behind me and entering me
.

My skirt was rolled up at the waist, my shirt was open, revealing a large expanse of my white breasts, and both legs were clad in
long stockings that reached up to my thighs.

Watching my long, black-stockinged legs dance in the air, my hazy eyes narrowed, and I wrapped my arms around his
neck.

He kissed my lips forcefully, his lower body slamming against my buttocks. I knew he was close, so I cooperated by
sucking on his tongue and humming softly.

Not long after, I felt his body convulse a few times, and a thick stream of semen shot onto my body. He didn't stay on
top of me for long before quickly getting off and bringing his semi-erect penis to my mouth.

I grabbed the shaft, sucked on the glans, and used my hand to draw out the semen. The man
stroked my hair and my buttocks.

Soon, the penis in my mouth hardened again. I felt a hand moving around in my crotch. I looked up, and he
inserted his fingers into my anus under my gaze.

"Scared?" he teased, noticing my reaction.

I pursed my lips and lowered my head.

"All clean, right?"

The intrusion of his fingers caused a slight stinging sensation. I gripped the sofa and nodded.

"Ah!" He suddenly pressed my head down on the sofa, making me lie face down
with .

He patted my bare buttocks a few times and said, "Do you know when you're most beautiful?"

I turned around and said, "Why are you saying that?"

"You know that, don't you?" He grinned and held his glans against my anus. "Relax!"

"Mmm!" With a muffled groan, the egg-sized glans was already inside my anus. I gripped
the sofa .

"Don't be so tight, it's hard for me to get in." He said, grabbing my shoulders and pressing down.

"Ah—it hurts—" I cried out, "Don't move! It hurts!"

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and whispered in my ear, "It's all the way in, can you feel
it ?"

"It's swollen! It's so swollen!" I twisted my body in discomfort.

"Do you still remember your good sister Ha Ji-won?"

My body stiffened instantly. "What do you want to do?"

He laughed. "Now, of course, I'm going to fuck you!"

"Hmm... So... what else do you want to do next..."

"You'll find out soon enough!"

He only said that, then sped up, his movements powerful and heavy, the stimulation coming in
waves . I couldn't utter a complete sentence, only able to make "ah, oh, hmm" sounds. After what seemed like an eternity,
he suddenly grabbed my buttocks and pulled out, then shoved his hard penis into my mouth.

"Mmm..." He used my mouth as a vagina, thrusting in and out a dozen times, then pulled out
and ejaculated in front of me.

I closed my eyes, my nose catching a strong, fishy smell—the smell of semen on my face. Just as I
reached up wipe the liquid from my face, there was a knock on the door.

"President!" It was Seo Mina's voice, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"Welcome, Ms. Ha Ji-won."

I opened my eyes abruptly. Seo Mina closed the door, and looking at Ji-won unnie's stunned face standing in the doorway,
I blurted out, "Unnie!"

[The End]

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