Chapter 12
Another three days passed.
I'd spent that time helping Ha-young keep up her double life.
Of course, I could end it all by reporting it to the police...
But ever since the War on Crime failed back in 1990, law and order in Korea has been a mess.
Plenty of families have been ruined after crossing the wrong criminal organization.
So I had no choice but to help her with this double life... while searching for a way to get her out from under that bastard's thumb.
And in the midst of those days, the big cooking competition finally arrived.
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[Ha-young ♥]: You'll get a great result this time too! Do your best! You know I love you, right? ㅎㅎ
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[Me]: Yeah ㅎㅎ Mine ends before 6, wanna meet around 7?
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[Ha-young ♥]: 7 might be tough... Gotta meet Master...
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[Me]: Ah... Okay. Got it. Late is fine too. I wanna see your face.
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[Ha-young ♥]: 11 should work. I'll come to your place ㅎㅎ
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[Me]: Yeah ㅎㅎ See you later.
I smiled and turned off my phone.
Ha-young and I exchanged secret Telegram messages like this.
To keep that guy from finding out.
Anyway, the competition started, and I breezed through rounds 1 to 3.
With it being live broadcast, there were plenty of eyes on me, but I didn't get nervous.
As long as I showed my true skills, winning was well within reach.
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Right before the finals, during break time, a message came from Ha-young. I smiled and checked it.
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[Ha-young ♥]: Watching the competition! Sending you a cheer video ㅎㅎ
A message saying she was sending a cheer video.
The video arrived soon after.
But the moment I saw the thumbnail, my expression turned ice-cold.
"......"
The video thumbnail.
There was Ha-young, eyes rolled back, impaled on the guy's dick.
Drool streaming from her mouth, nose ring in place, panties pulled over her head.
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[Ha-young ♥]: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Her message followed right after.
For a split second, that saying popped into my head.
People only see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear.
That was me to a T.
I knew it wasn't true, but I wanted to believe it.
I knew damn well it wasn't, but I wanted to hold on till the end.
No, I knew it wasn't true, but I stayed quiet out of fear of the truth.
And this was the result of ignoring the truth for so long.
Even the whispers of love she'd given me were just fodder for this mockery.
But there was nothing I could do.
Regardless of my shattered heart, my dick stood rock-hard.
In the end, I had no choice but to click on the video Ha-young sent.
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Korea's biggest cooking battle show, sponsored by major brands.
I'm competing here, on the verge of the finals.
Winning would secure my future—no, even if I don't win, it's still bright.
But more important than that was the video from Ha-young.
The grotesque thumbnail: eyes rolled back, nose ring, panties over her head.
I clicked play.
Break time had about 20 minutes left—plenty of time to watch...
"Hooook! Oook! Wooook! Hoom! Hoom! Wooom! Kooook! Ook! Ok! Hoooook!"
The video started with Ha-young making beastly moans.
I put in my earbuds and watched the sticky, filthy sex.
My chest tightened, rage boiled up, my mind reeled—and yet my dick got harder.
"Woooom... Choo-ook♥ Master...♥ Good job♥"
Finally, after cleaning his dick, Ha-young gave her thanks.
They shared a smoke and chatted like always.
"Phew~ Fuck, this cig tastes amazing♥"
"Heh heh. Looks like you've turned into a total chain-smoker too."
"Hee hee~ Feels like I could beat you now, Master."
"How many packs a day?"
"Two a day~ Crave 'em bad after jerking off, hee hee."
"Jerking off that much? Not satisfied with sex with me?"
"No, it's... Sex with you is on my mind all day... I really am your filth toilet slave, Master. My head's full of nothing but sex with you, so I have to masturbate or I can't stand it..."
"Heh heh. I see. Anyway. Your boyfriend skip school again today?"
"Yep, fourth day. Feels like he suspects something~"
"Eh, was kinda expecting that. Gimme your phone."
"Here♥"
Ha-young handed over her phone obediently.
The guy fiddled with it, smirked, and gave it back.
"Cute little stunt."
"Huh?"
"Your boyfriend hacked your KakaoTalk."
"Wha—no way, that psycho, without permission?!"
Ha-young flew into a rage.
My throat tightened; I undid a button.
"Ah. So he's seen everything in my KakaoTalk? Even our chats, Master..."
"Pretty much. Heh heh heh heh... Bet that shocked him good."
"How dare he steal peeks at my fuckmeat. Keh heh heh. That bastard's gotta be rock-hard too, right? From our intense sex♥"
"High chance, given his masochistic streak. Your boyfriend's got strong sub tendencies."
"Eeeh~ Complicated words again. So what now? It's all out in the open."
"Got something in mind. Send him a message first. Let's see his reaction."
"Yes♥"
Ha-young typed away.
She burst out laughing when my reply came.
"He's calling you a fucking bitch? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
"Heh heh. Surprisingly, the guy's got some fire. Reply."
"Loool retard bitch"
Ha-young hammered out ㅋㅋㅋ and sent it to me.
Watching the scene, my breathing grew ragged again.
About a minute passed. Then Ha-young in the video spoke.
"Hm~ Guess he's shocked. No reply."
"Yeah? Gimme the phone."
The guy started typing, and Ha-young peeked over.
She clung to his arm, whining playfully.
"Hng~ Master, you're so sweet. Even caring about that mosquito-dick loser~"
"Heh heh. Can't let him break here."
"Hee hee. Leave the rest to you, Master. Meanwhile, I'll~"
Ha-young voluntarily bowed her head to his crotch and got on all fours in doggy position.
She opened her mouth.
"Please let me service your mighty cock, Master...♥"
Ha-young drooled like she was eyeing a feast.
The guy flicked his dick—tap tap—and she scrambled on all fours to chomp it down eagerly.
"Chuuuup kkuuk kkoook ok ok ok ooook"
Vacuum sucking with air-pressure sounds.
As the weird noises echoed in the room, the guy kept chatting with me on KakaoTalk.
Meanwhile, Ha-young slobbered with a stretched philtrum and sucked-in cheeks like a monkey, fellating furiously.
"Kkuook peong! Peong! Peong! Chuuup kkuook peop"
The guy set the phone down with a satisfied look.
He took a drag from his cig, then smack! slapped Ha-young's ass hard.
"Enough, you slut! Time to move!"
"Nghee hee hit♥"
Her pussy gushed at his sadistic act.
The guy gave her orders.
"Lee Ha-young. First test. You said you could seduce any man, right?"
"Yesss.... For you, Master....♥"
"Go tell your boyfriend you love him. Plant hope in him. Hope that you can go back to the old you."
Ha-young nodded like she got it.
She got back into doggy and accepted his command.
"Yes, Master♥ Your first order. I'll succeed for sure♥ But one request."
"Request?"
"Recharge me, please. Gotta fuck another guy, it's stressful..."
"Recharge? Heh heh heh. Embarrassing even for me, you fucking slut."
"P-please? Pretty please..."
"Heh heh, cute bitch. Fine. Come here."
He wedged a pillow under his waist and lay back.
His hips lifted, balls front and center.
Ha-young scrambled over on all fours, pressed her face to his balls,
"Yap♥"
Lifted his legs higher to expose his asshole.
Then spread his cheeks wide, buried her nose, and
"Snuuup.... Haaaahhh~"
Sniffed his shithole.
I barely held back the vomit at the disgusting sight.
"Snuuup~~ Snuuup~~~ Snuuuuup~~~~~ Hng~~"
Ha-young kept inhaling his scent.
Each sniff made her pussy drip wetter.
"You fucking slut. Getting me hard again."
His dick was erect now.
Ha-young gazed at it lovingly and smiled.
"Success♥"
"You damn bitch."
"Haup!"
"Kgh!"
"Ppop! Peong! Pok! Pok! Peong! Oooook! Peong! Wuuk! Peong! Peong!"
Ha-young started vacuum fellatio.
Sucking like she'd drain every drop, maxing out the suction on his dick.
Her head bobbed up and down at blinding speed.
Unrestrained motions purely to milk his cum.
Of course, she gagged now and then—"Oooook," "Wuuk"—
His cock was that massive.
"Kruuuu.... Y-you... fuuuck... slut... fucking bitch..."
The guy gripped the bedsheets, toes curling tight.
Unable to withstand her sucking vacuum blowjob, he groaned and unleashed a massive load.
-Spurt! Spurt! Glurk! Blyurt! Blop! Blop!
"Krahhh... You fucking bitch.... Kraaak..."
Head thrown back, limbs splayed, dick twitching.
Ha-young kept it in her mouth, face tear-streaked.
His huge cock must've blocked her airway, causing floods of tears and snot.
Her eyes showed only whites, dick cheese smeared around her lips adding to the trashiness. She waited like that till his dick stopped pulsing.
"Haa..... You fucking bitch.... Your skills keep improving."
He smiled contentedly, stroking her head.
Ha-young then did cleanup duty, slurping the leftover Cowper's fluid from his urethra.
When done, she pursed her lips tight—no cum spill—and sucked from base to tip with a long schluuuurk, pulling off.
"Chweeeup.... Mmm~ Pa!"
His dick gleamed shiny.
Ha-young's mouth area was a mess. She opened wide—ahh—tongue coated in his thick cum.
"Joo-hinny moh-mah-rah-heh?"
Ha-young stared at his piss slit with mouth agape.
He nodded, stood from the bed, aimed his cock at her throat, and
-Sploooosh
Started pissing.
Ha-young choked and gulped down his piss mixed with cum.
"Kkh... Kek... Kkh kek..."
Her throat bobbed furiously.
She was gulping way faster now.
As the stream poured, she swallowed every drop, then chomped his glans the moment it stopped.
"Schuup... Schuup..."
She vacuumed the last piss from his urethra, popped off with a pong, and smiled again.
"Good job....♥ Master♥"
"Phew... Fucking bitch. You're gonna drain me dry."
"Hee hee. Recharge complete♥"
"Then hurry back. You know the mission?"
"Yes♥ I won't disappoint!"
Ha-young struck a fighting pose, showered, and left the hotel.
The video ended.
"Ha... Haha.... Hahaha.... Hahahaha....."
Empty laughter leaked out again.
Of course, it was all an act.
But before I could even wallow in the pain, another message arrived.
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[Ha-young ♥]: Enjoy the video?♥ Thought that might not be enough, so here's one more♥ Love you ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Another video arrived.
Part of me thought just skip it—but I couldn't help it.
My hand moved on its own, hitting play.