23-73

EP.73: Park Se-rin and Ryu Ji-hye 

Thanks to the effects of the medication, Park Se-rin fainted dramatically. 

She collapsed on top of me, gasping for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep. 

If this were reality, I would have forced her to wake up and take a shower. 

But since this is a convenient dream world, I didn't bother. 

I felt her warmth for a moment, then carefully moved her aside and got up. 

As I did, her anus, which had been stretched open, closed up adorably. 

A sticky, milky fluid still flowed from inside. 

Originally, I wanted to ravish her vagina and discipline her thoroughly. 

However, I wasn't in the mood to have sex with someone who was unconscious. 

I left her behind and moved to the room where Jang Do-cheol and Ryu Ji-hye were. 

—Kki-ik 

When the door opened, I saw Jang Do-cheol looking utterly exhausted. 

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been watching our bestial copulation. 

Ryu Ji-hye was watching him with a mischievous smile. 

Jang Do-cheol's genitals were covered in a messy mix of pre-ejaculate and lubricant. 

She saw me and smiled, tossing the sex toy in her hand far away. 

Then, without hesitation, she approached me and gave me a passionate kiss. 

"... Uuuhp♥, Churup♥, Haa♥, how was Se-rin? Did you like her?" 

Ryu Ji-hye asked cautiously after parting her lips. 

As I delayed my response, she whispered again: 

"I can also offer you my place anytime♥." 

She led my hand to her buttocks, and her lewd heat emanated from between her plump cheeks. 

It seemed that not just Jang Do-cheol was stimulated by watching Park Se-rin and me engage in anal sex. 

I gave Ryu Ji-hye an order. 

I stood in front of Jang Do-cheol with my still-warm genitals exposed. 

Then, I pulled Ryu Ji-hye over and pressed her head down. 

"Serve me while I'm educating the master." 

Ryu Ji-hye blushed and arranged her hair. 

She glanced at Jang Do-cheol but ignored him, focusing on my penis. 

Ryu Ji-hye sat in front of me, serving me obediently while Jang Do-cheol watched. 

Unlike before, Jang Do-cheol no longer looked angry or distressed. 

He simply stared at Ryu Ji-hye's lips with an intense longing. 

His once-limp penis began to stir again. 

I smiled condescendingly at Jang Do-cheol. 

The sight of his wife devotedly serving another man was arousing to him. 

I roughly grasped Ryu Ji-hye's hair and thrust my penis into her mouth. 

"... Uu-gup♥, Uu-gup♥, Uu-up♥, Kkuhuk♥." 

Ryu Ji-hye's small head fit perfectly in my hands, making me feel even more treacherous. 

She didn't seem to dislike this sadistic play, as she began to caress her own vulva. 

"Ah, tighten your mouth more. You're not as good as Park Se-rin's anus." 

Ryu Ji-hye took the challenge, positioning herself and pushing my penis deep into her throat. 

She twisted her head wildly, engulfing the shaft. 

I smiled, stroking her hair gently. 

"Ah, now you're somewhat useful. If you suck well, I might play with you." 

Ryu Ji-hye smiled cutely and replied: 

"... Thank you♥, I'll serve you diligently, Master♥." 

She knew this conversation was the best revenge against Jang Do-cheol. 

Thus, she submitted to me like a lustful bitch. 

I turned my attention to Jang Do-cheol. 

He was still entranced, staring at Ryu Ji-hye's fellatio. 

It was no wonder, given how long he had been aroused and restrained. 

However, I felt no sympathy or pity for him. 

"What are you staring at? Maybe you want to suck it too?" 

Jang Do-cheol neither denied nor affirmed this. 

He simply swallowed hard, fixating on Ryu Ji-hye's lips. 

I decided to give her a choice. 

As she was enthusiastically licking my testicles, I asked: 

"Ryu Ji-hye, do you want to suck your ex-husband's penis?" 

She glanced at Jang Do-cheol's genitals and smirked. 

"... No need. There's no satisfaction in sucking it." 

Her humiliating remark made Jang Do-cheol's penis twitch in frustration. 

Ryu Ji-hye focused on me again, ignoring Jang Do-cheol's reaction. 

I shrugged, enjoying her devoted service. 

"You can't force someone who doesn't want it. Maybe this is fate." 

—Kkul-keok 

Jang Do-cheol couldn't tear his eyes away from Ryu Ji-hye's voracious appearance. 

Perhaps he had never seen such a raw and lewd display before. 

Instead of anger or betrayal, his eyes showed excitement and shock. 

"Huhu, this guy is amusing. Do you enjoy being taken away from others?" 

Of course, Jang Do-cheol, raised as a rich boy, wouldn't have such a fetish. 

However, after losing Ryu Ji-hye and Park Se-rin, it seemed one of his screws had come loose. 

He didn't respond, but his eyes fluttered intensely. 

He seemed confused about his feelings. 

I pulled out my now-heated penis again. 

The sticky saliva stretched out, and Ryu Ji-hye's tongue trembled with anticipation. 

She looked up at me with eyes full of expectation. 

And I had no intention of disappointing her. 

I roughly grasped her breasts and stood her up. 

Then, I ripped off her clothes and growled: 

"Ryu Ji-hye, turn around and spread your legs. I'll take care of your friend's share too." 

Without hesitation, Ryu Ji-hye turned around and opened her legs wide. 

Facing Jang Do-cheol didn't faze her; she was desperate for my love. 

I planned to play with her until Park Se-rin woke up. 

Jang Do-cheol's eyes were once again bloodshot. 

In this dream world, I spent an unknown amount of time. 

I alternated between Ryu Ji-hye and Park Se-rin whenever I pleased. 

Ryu Ji-hye was ready to offer herself to me from the start. 

Park Se-rin also succumbed to irresistible pleasure, becoming a submissive bitch. 

I gathered both women together. 

Initially, they had glared at each other with hostility, but now they avoided eye contact with softened gazes. 

The absurdity of the situation sparked my mischievous side. 

I approached Park Se-rin, embracing her from behind and kissing her neck. 

Even this simple caress made her blush. 

She trembled at my gentle breath. 

"Park Se-rin, you hurt Ji-hye, didn't you?" 

Park Se-rin glared at Ryu Ji-hye but soon backed down, noticing my gaze. 

I stared at her, and she confessed: 

"... Yes, I did." 

"Why?" 

The question was brief but implied much. 

She glanced at Ryu Ji-hye before answering: 

"... Because she was annoying." 

"You were friends, weren't you? What was so annoying about her?" 

"... Everything. Her popularity, her looks, everything." 

Her words were sharp, but Park Se-rin looked even more fragile. 

She was revealing her own feelings of inadequacy. 

Ryu Ji-hye listened silently, seemingly surprised by Park Se-rin's honesty. 

"... Ji-hye was always better than me. She was more popular, more talented, and even married first." 

"You could get married too." 

"... You need a man who likes you. They don't see me as a woman." 

"What about Jang Do-cheol?" 

"He's... just Ji-hye's husband. I thought I could win by messing with him." 

Ryu Ji-hye clenched her fists at this, but instead of retaliating, she wrapped her arm around me. 

"Yes, thanks to you, I met our Joo-hyeok and realized what true happiness is. I wouldn't be sad about losing such a trivial guy." 

Park Se-rin looked at Ryu Ji-hye with a peculiar gaze. 

She smiled and teased: 

"His name is Joo-hyeok? You always mess up like that. Do you think I couldn't take him away?" 

Ryu Ji-hye didn't flinch at Park Se-rin's provocation. 

Instead, she let out a belch and shrugged. 

"You think my man is someone you can possess? He's a man no one can own. You're just someone to play with and discard. If you want to be liked, you should wag your tail and drop your pride." 

Park Se-rin couldn't respond to Ryu Ji-hye's counterattack. 

It was natural, as she had no comeback. 

She had never taken the lead during sex, which seemed to have deflated her ego. 

She glanced at my genitals, blushed, and continued: 

"Huh, you don't need to tell me. I know how to do it well. Beating Ryu Ji-hye isn't hard at all." 

Ryu Ji-hye covered her mouth, suppressing a laugh. 

Then, she wrapped her arms around my waist and whispered the truth to Park Se-rin: 

"Sorry, but winning against me won't get you Joo-hyeok. There are other competitors, and more will come." 

"... Are there others besides you?" 

"Yes, there's a very proud mistress who's obsessed with getting Joo-hyeok." 

When Ryu Ji-hye mentioned Han-gyeoul, Park Se-rin looked at me with newfound interest. 

Her gaze wasn't entirely negative; it seemed to spark a sense of challenge. 

"... This is fun. Ryu Ji-hye, you were always so trivial." 

Ryu Ji-hye belatedly reacted, shouting, but Park Se-rin had already shifted her attention to Han-gyeoul. 

Her intense gaze turned back to me. 

"If I win... does that mean I get you?" 

A sly spark danced in her pupils.