The Tale of a Beautiful Woman (Part 2) (The End)

(Part 2)

Psychology is a rather esoteric 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 to humankind is not lagging behind its theoretical development; in fact, it may even be ahead. One example is the observation that people feel oppressed in confined, dimly lit spaces, a concept widely used in criminal cases.

Since my failed escape attempt two weeks 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, induces euphoria and a feeling of floating. 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 high addictiveness. According to testimonies, women who use crystal meth become very uninhibited during the process, often becoming uncontrollably excited. Among them, just a moment before, were many strong-willed and beautiful women.

"Unnie, don't scratch! If you break your skin, the president 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.

It had been three weeks. Short in a lifetime, but more than enough for the formation of an 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 whole body drenched in cold sweat, abdominal spasms 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, and I don't know how much time passed before they let me out.

It was already evening. They made me take a shower, but they made me come out naked, yet I felt little anymore, my heart was numb.

"Good evening, my beauty." The man greeted me as if I were an old friend. But after more than half a month of "training," I could no longer maintain my outward composure. My dignity was utterly trampled upon. In his presence, I could only act as humble as a servant.

He was pleased with my performance. I stood timidly to the side. Suddenly, the familiar feeling returned. I collapsed to the ground, my body curled up like a shrimp, gritting my teeth and trying not to let out a painful scream.

He stood in front of me, looking down at me. "My 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 comfortable meow like a cat. 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 skillfully unzipping my pants, pulling out his penis. The round mushroom head, no longer covered, swelled to the size of an egg in a few breaths, emitting a hot and pungent smell.

"I've probably eaten more sausages in the past month than I have 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 a chair, 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 and 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, and I sensed jealousy in her eyes.

"I recommend compulsory detoxification, which should take about three months to cure the addiction."
"Okay, then I'll leave these three months to Dr. Zheng. I'll arrange the payment."

The woman surnamed Zheng beamed 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 see her."

The woman surnamed Zheng nodded reluctantly, and I, hearing this, felt inexplicably agitated.
Three months passed again. In those three months, I had no freedom, no image, and no dignity. This place felt like hell; I threw away everything I could. What remained was perhaps my still-beautiful shell.

The woman surnamed Zheng and the nurse, following his orders, dared not physically abuse me, but for three months, through forced drug rehabilitation and imprisonment, I completely lost the self-respect and shame I had so desperately tried to protect.

Four months later, my life trajectory had changed drastically.

Dressed simply, I was led back to my home by Xu Meina, who was also sitting inside.
Seeing him sitting calmly, I felt nothing. Neither enemy nor friend; compared to the three months of drug rehabilitation, all of this seemed insignificant.

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

I silently went back to my room alone and started taking a bath. My body relaxed in the warm water, and I drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

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

I instinctively 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, but I glanced at his crotch and saw it was already bulging. But strangely, he actually backed out and closed the door.

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

With a "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 does he love to surprise me! That was probably the only thought in my mind at that moment—it seemed like something was missing; he seemed to have said that tonight—no masturbation.

What the hell!

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

Three months of being single has surprisingly left me feeling a kind of hunger. I looked at my still-soft, white fingers—and buried my head in bed to sleep.

The night passed.

"Knock knock!"

I heard a knock on the door, and still half asleep, I pulled the covers over my head again.

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 them at me. "Take a shower and change!"

"What?" I muttered again.

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

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

Three hours later.

Under Xu Meina's supervision, I finished dressing up.

"Why formal attire again?" I complained, looking at my shirt and skirt suit.

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

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

I pouted, wearing black pointed high heels, and strode downstairs. After getting 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 me.

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."

"What?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Jiaren, 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 arranged to have dinner with your boss and parents. Isn't that right?"

I remained silent.

"Jiaren, you're 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 that I can't let you leave."

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

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

I opened the contracts, and unexpectedly, they weren't as harsh as I had imagined. On the contrary, they were quite generous, with highly sought-after film contracts, generous salaries, and heavyweight endorsements. Even at the peak of my popularity, I couldn't get these contracts, but now they were readily available. It

was truly a combination of a big stick and a sweet date.

I frowned, and the pen in my hand remained motionless.

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

...

"Hello, Uncle, Aunt."

I said with a straight face, "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 a fancy Western restaurant. I sat with him, my father and mother sat opposite us, and next to me was a window with a view of the scenery below.

I watched him and my father chatted away, while my mother and I sat to the side grilling meat, preparing ingredients, and serving food.

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

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

"Uncle, come on!" He toasted my father while his hand reached for my thigh.
A large, thick hand, its warm touch pressed against my skin through the thin stockings. I glanced down, hesitated for a moment, then continued what I was doing.

Two men were clinking glasses at the table, while a woman busied herself silently. Beneath this seemingly ordinary scene lay a cacophony of desire.

The man's hand, caressing my thigh under the table, was a far cry from his seemingly respectable face; his acting skills were almost admirable.

A daring thought arose in my mind.

The man, dressed in a suit, was laughing and chatting at the table, clinking glasses. Suddenly, his smile froze, as if he had a facial paralysis. His expression became stiff, and his eloquent speech became incoherent.
"What's wrong?" my father asked.

"I remembered something,"

he stammered. I felt a surge of pleasure at his hesitation. While skillfully preparing the ingredients at the table, I continued to masturbate the large penis in my pants, my index, middle, and thumb rubbing the glans.
His stiff expression didn't last long; he quickly regained his composure, though he appeared much more reserved than before, more like a guest accompanying my father.

I glanced down at him; the slight twitching of his muscles clearly indicated he was on the verge of collapse.
I continued what I was doing, but perhaps intentionally, he didn't want to be caught in my hands here, because he "accidentally" spilled wine and condiments.

Instantly, his clothes were stained like a dye vat. Wine and condiments were spilled all over our stomachs, and given his skill, I could only pull my hand out of his pants.

He apologized repeatedly, and I could only bow and accept. He repeatedly said "Excuse me," then called Xu Meina in to keep him company, and then asked me to help him straighten his 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 actually 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 stepped back, the crisp clatter of my high heels echoing on the tiles.

Until I reached the sink, with nowhere left to retreat, I braced myself against it with one hand and glanced back. The man in the mirror was glaring at me menacingly. I turned back, my chest heaving violently, as if it would burst. "Not here—"

"Ugh…" He suddenly kissed my lips, silencing my words.
He pressed my body forward forcefully, my hands spread apart on the marble countertop, my body arching backward. My head was held in place, unable to escape, and I could only let him ravage my mouth. While kissing me, he hooked my thighs down and pulled me up. I cooperated by hooking my thighs around his lower back, the friction of our lower bodies making us groan together. His hands went to his chest.

I pressed myself 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 towards him.

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

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

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

I knelt down, pulled out his penis, and took it directly into my mouth. There were no extra steps; just to help the man release, I used the simplest method: stroking him with my hand while moving my head back and forth, swallowing and releasing. There was no eye contact, no sound. This continued for a few minutes until the man's body tensed, and then a throbbing sensation came from his penis. I began to stroke him rapidly, like a sprint, opening my mouth as he gasped, his mouth filled with semen, some staining my face and clothes. I took the glans into my mouth, stroking the shaft from the inside while simultaneously sucking out the semen like a lollipop.

Having satisfied the man's needs, I looked up and met his cold, icy gaze. I lowered my head. Beneath that calm surface, I sensed the deep-seated desire he suppressed.

"Come back to the company with me later," he said, looking 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, and 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 and said, "Touching up makeup takes too much time."

The man laughed heartily, "Come on, Uncle!" He raised his glass, and my father raised his glass too. They clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

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

Who knows if that thing is a ringtone or an alarm clock? Would he use something so tasteless as a ringtone?
I watched him take the phone and sit back down, saying, "Excuse me, my wife has a film contract to discuss at the company. We have to take our leave. We are truly sorry!" As he spoke, he bowed to my parents, who quickly said, "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 room. The noise vanished without a trace, leaving a tranquil atmosphere, like calm water before boiling.

Breathing was audible; the water was about to boil.

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

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

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

I gasped for breath, staring at the empty ceiling, feeling my chest being stretched open like waves.

"Ah!" He forcefully pulled my panties down my thigh, from my right calf to my left.

He pinched my chin, facing me, less than a hand's width away. I felt his hot breath and the throbbing in 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 penetrating my body, letting out a soft moan as if being tortured.

Entering me in this face-to-face position, 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 directly, our bodies tightly intertwined. I felt my vagina weeping, convulsing. I felt as if my body had lost control. My eyes were wide open, staring at him, my mouth gasping for breath, like someone desperately trying to breathe as they suffocate.

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

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, sucking into his mouth like candy. Instinctively, I sucked back, our tongues intertwining like fish.

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

"Ugh!" The poisonous stinger he'd plunged into my body began to withdraw, then plunged back in. I clung tightly to his neck, my mouth gagged, 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 close, when suddenly a strong force lifted me up. He'd lifted me up by my thighs, and I instinctively clung to his neck.

He moved as he walked, our clothes intact, but our point of contact was a mess, dripping wetly with each slapping sound. He swept the food off the table and placed me on it; I felt the table's cold temperature.

He stood beside me, his back straight.

I glanced at his genitals, then at his face; his penis was slick and erect, his face fixed on me.

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

Long-term sexual intercourse had rapidly improved my oral skills. I contracted my oral cavity, using the mucous membrane of my small mouth to tightly grip the glans, creating suction to draw it out 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 utter, "Ah, oh, uh, oh," before finally saying, "I can't take it anymore." Then, he roughly grabbed my head and used my mouth as a vagina, rapidly thrusting it in and out of my mouth. I coughed violently, the feeling of suffocation causing my airways to spasm violently, but this only gave the man a sensation similar to vaginal penetration.

White semen erupted in my mouth. I looked up at him uncomfortably. 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, licked the semen from the corner of my mouth, and swallowed it in front of him.
Before my eyes, his previously limp penis rapidly erected again, becoming perfectly 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 my ankles down with one hand and, with the other, thrust his throbbing 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 around my head. I watched as his feet bounced up, his 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 a mature woman should make. 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 you?"

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 you. Wouldn't it have been easier to just go straight 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 pebble dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples that quickly returned to their still 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 a pathetic creature being pushed forward! 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 neck. "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 wearing clothes!" 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 piece of clothing?"

"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; my bra had already been pushed up to my chest, and he was playing with my breasts in his hands.

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

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

I swallowed hard, then pulled away from his kiss.

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

He stopped. "Are you worried 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 moment, then finally answered, "I promise you."

It was like a verdict, whether guilty or not, the final hammer that decided my fate had finally fallen.
I said through tears, "I'm such a foolish woman—"

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

I paused, he spoke seriously, but the astonishment on my face vanished in an instant.

"Whether a woman is clever or foolish, she will become a man's plaything—as long as he has enough power." I looked at him with a devout expression and said just as seriously.

He looked somewhat surprised, then said with a playful tone, "You're right, beautiful lady... Well then, beautiful lady, it's time for you to fulfill your responsibilities as a plaything!"

He smiled broadly, but a tent was bulging in his crotch, 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.

Without another word, I put my bra and shirt back on, which he had made a mess of, 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 penis, holding it in one hand, which still smelled of my recent bodily fluids. I looked up at him, feeling the hardness of his penis in my hand. I continued to look up at him as he lowered his head and licked the glans before swallowing the entire round head.

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

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

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

Caught off guard, my stomach immediately began to convulse violently, a surge of acid rising to my throat. Fortunately, the penis withdrew at that moment. But before the convulsions in my stomach had even stopped, the penis thrust back in, 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 firmly, preventing me from retreating; I could only obediently endure it. He satisfiedly enjoyed the moist warmth of my mouth, his hips thrusting faster and faster, the penis penetrating my throat again and again, almost completely inside.

I looked up at him, his eyes already filled with tears; the physical stimulation combined with the psychological satisfaction made me feel as if the man's 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 of the past few months calmed me down.

During the brief retractions of his penis, 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.

With each thrust, his scrotum slammed against my chin, and his thick, rough pubic hair pierced my nostrils. I could even feel his penis piercing my neck; I could vaguely make out the shape of the glans.
His member was so massive that I involuntarily swallowed, my throat muscles squeezing tightly against the constantly moving penis. This seemed to make him 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 blur, and I could only clearly hear my own pounding heartbeat.

He seemed oblivious to her predicament, thrusting violently, enjoying the exquisite sensation 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, the first spurt of semen shot into my throat, followed by a second, and 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 the penis out of my mouth and placed it against my lips. "Lick it clean," he coldly commanded.

I looked up at Jon, obediently taking the now slightly limp penis into my mouth, cleaning the white fluid with my tongue, and swallowing it.

He stroked my hair, patted my head, and once again thrust the penis deep into my lips, pumping it in and out pleasurably. Now that I was prepared, I was a little more at ease, able to raise my arms to wrap around the man's waist, adjusting to his thrusts.

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

After cleaning his penis with her mouth, she 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 gasped, kneeling on the ground, "You almost killed me." I looked up and said.
"It's not over yet!" He was expressionless, but his erect penis showed 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 love this kind of dignified, half-naked woman," he said, reaching down to touch my lower body. "Oh, you're ready!"

I lay on the table, my legs slightly curled up as he parted them. Before I could respond, he thrust into me. I gripped the edge of the table, biting my lip and remaining silent.

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

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 intensified, and I couldn't help but moan through my nose. He excitedly grabbed my hair and pulled it back like a mare, but 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 continued his movements. He grabbed my waist and said, "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 the man's 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, grabbed one of my ankles and pointed straight to my groin, then knelt behind me and entered me.

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

Watching my long legs in black stockings 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 to climaxing, so I cooperated by sucking on his tongue and softly moaning.

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, took the glans into my mouth, and sucked on it while using 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 pouted and lowered my head.

"All clean, huh?"

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

"Ah!" He suddenly pressed my head down onto the sofa, making me lie face down with my buttocks facing backward.

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 asking this?"

"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 tightly on both sides.

"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 to 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 suddenly opened my eyes. Seo Mina closed the door. Looking at Ji-won unnie's stunned face standing in front of the door, I blurted out, "Unnie!"

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