This remark startled Ja-Sung, but before he could stop him, Jung asked, "Lee Ja-Sung, you're not an undercover cop, are you?"
Ja-Sung's heart raced, cold sweat dripping down his back. He didn't know what to say. Denying it felt like betraying his brother, but admitting it? That was impossible. They were part of the underworld, where the worst sin was a brother being a cop.
Seeing Ja-Sung's reaction, Jung already knew the truth. He chuckled, patted Ja-Sung's shoulder, and said, "We're brothers, right?"
Ja-Sung, still sweating, nodded. "Yeah, we're brothers."
"Good. We'll always be brothers."
Jung grabbed his jacket and left. He knew Ja-Sung was undercover, but so what? Like he said, their bond, forged through blood and fights, wouldn't break. They were brothers, and that was enough.
At that moment, Players entered the scene. Over twenty of them, men and women, each with different tasks. Their goal: support one of three candidates to become the new chairman. But the current chairman was still alive, just arrested and facing trial. The outcome was uncertain.
As long as the chairman lived, there'd be no power struggle among the candidates. He was a problem.
David could spot Players easily, but they couldn't tell he was a special Player. They were out in the open, while he lurked in the shadows, perfect for striking.
He led his men to a chess club, uninterested in rooting out undercover cops. David's focus was on the only beautiful woman in this story, an undercover female cop. Beyond that, he wondered what he could take from this world.
At the chess club, David ordered his men to clear everyone out. He stepped into the lounge, where a tall woman sat on a sofa. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a suit and heels. A chessboard with two bowls of stones sat on the table in front of her.
"What's got Mr. David so upset?" Eun-kyung asked, smiling brightly and gesturing for him to sit. "On behalf of the chess club, I apologize. Please, have a seat."
She didn't yet realize David's intentions were different this time,ascension. Ja-Sung had visited before, and David occasionally stopped by, but he never stayed long.
Now, only David and Eun-kyung were in the lounge. Her refined aura shone through, likely from fully embracing her role as a chess instructor. She carried the grace of a teacher, someone who educates with poise.
"You're quite beautiful, Eun-kyung," David said.
"Thank you," she replied, frowning slightly, sensing something was off.
David cracked his neck and tossed a stack of photos toward her. "This is your real job, isn't it?"
Eun-kyung, puzzled, opened the envelope. Inside were pictures of her in a police uniform with Chief Kang. Her hands trembled. "I was a cop before, but I retired."
"Oh, so being someone's mistress is that fun?" David blew a smoke ring, eyes narrowing. "He has plenty of mistresses. You're just one of them."
Eun-kyung wasn't exactly pure. In this story, no one was truly clean. Still, compared to others, she was decent. A schemer, sure, but she knew climbing the ladder meant latching onto power.
Eun-kyung frowned. "I don't understand what you mean."
"Then I'll show you the truth."
David swung a fist, knocking Eun-kyung out cold.
He quickly stripped her clothes off. With a sweep of his hand, the chessboard clattered to the floor, stones bouncing with sharp clicks. He tore her clothes apart, revealing black lingerie underneath. "What a filthy slut," he muttered, eyes gleaming red.
Since receiving the T-virus upgrade, the system had removed most side effects, like lowered intelligence. But his cultivation practice left him with a constant, restless desire. He slapped her pale, round ass, leaving a clear handprint on her soft skin.
He ripped off her bra and panties, spotting a butterfly tattoo on her thigh. "Damn, this bitch knows how to play dirty," he cursed, aroused. "Fine, I won't hold back."
[System: Story System]
[Hidden Task Activated: Turn the Undercover]
[Goal: Eun-kyung is a police undercover agent. Conquer her to gain a private sex slave space. You can store women from each world here. Sex slaves are 100% loyal but cannot assist in combat.]
[Reward: Private sex slave space]
David's grin turned wicked. He didn't need women to fight for him. He was enough. Staring at her enticing body, he stripped his clothes off.
He parted her slightly pink pussy lips, rubbing her clit with one hand. Eun-kyung, still unconscious, let out a soft moan. Her body responded honestly, desire stirring despite her state. Her pussy grew wet, a natural reaction.
David took a deep breath. His cock, thick as an egg, pressed against her slick entrance. He rubbed it up and down, coating it in her juices. Then he positioned himself and watched as his cock slowly entered her, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch.
With a wet thrust, his cock pushed through her tight walls, diving deep. The sensation made David gasp. Her pussy's layered flesh wrapped around him, each fold pulsing, sucking him like countless tiny mouths. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he froze, afraid he'd cum too soon.
This scheming woman was surprisingly tight, especially five centimeters in, feeling almost untouched. Her pussy gripped him perfectly, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
Even in her unconscious state, Eun-kyung's brows furrowed. She felt her pussy stretched to its limit, a mix of soreness, pain, and fullness. Half-awake, she stirred, eyes fluttering open.
The moment she saw David on top of her, feeling the intrusion below, she realized what was happening. She was being raped.
"You! What are you doing? Pull it out!"
Her pussy tightened even more, likely from panic. The soft, gripping flesh felt incredible, her walls pulsing on their own, milking him even without movement. "Fuck, you slut," David growled. "Don't act innocent. You're a mistress already. I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
Slap, slap, slap. In the lounge, on the table, the naked undercover cop Eun-kyung lay pinned beneath David's muscular frame. He pounded her pussy relentlessly, each thrust deep and hard.
His cock pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, drawing out her juices. The table grew slick with her fluids, the scene utterly depraved.
"Slut! You say you don't want it, but listen to that wet sound. So fucking tight. Today, I'm gonna fuck you to death."
David kept thrusting, slapping her ass again. He pressed himself closer, kissing her neck. Her tight pussy drove him wild with pleasure.
Her full, athletic body, honed by years of training, felt incredible. Her pussy's grip was intense, squeezing him perfectly.
"No, ugh, you bastard," Eun-kyung cried. "You'll pay for this. Stop, please, don't go deeper. It's too much." She tried to resist, but each struggle earned a sharp slap to her face. There was no mercy, only raw violation.
Her pussy's fullness overwhelmed her. After the initial soreness, each thrust scraped her walls, sending tingles of unwanted pleasure through her. It was unlike anything she'd felt before. Even as her boss's mistress, sex was rare and unsatisfying, her boss a quick finisher. She'd never known this kind of intensity.
Now, each thrust sent electric jolts through her, making her body tense with pleasure. Her trembling grew uncontrollable.
"Slut, feels good, doesn't it?" David taunted. "You're mine now. I'll fuck you until you can't think straight. You think I don't know your secrets? Undercover? Pathetic. I'm gonna fuck you until you break."
His pace quickened, her breasts flattening under his weight, spilling out between them. "You teased me, slut. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Cum already, you filthy whore."
"Oh, no, stop, you monster," Eun-kyung gasped. "I'm… I'm cumming!"
Under his relentless assault, Eun-kyung couldn't hold back. Her body shook violently, her legs, dangling off the table, suddenly wrapping tightly around David's waist. Her pussy clenched and pulsed, squirting juices as she came, eyes rolling back in overwhelming pleasure.
David nearly lost control but steadied himself with a quick mental technique, suppressing the urge to cum. He wasn't done with her yet. This task was too good to rush. He had to fuck her until she broke completely.
After a brief pause, he started again. This time, he hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, lifting her ass off the table. Her pussy jutted out, fully exposed. He thrust downward, each stroke hitting her deepest core, grinding against her cervix.
The pleasure surged through her like lightning, her eyes rolling back, toes curling tight. "Feels good, slut," David snarled. "I'm gonna fuck you to death."
The room echoed with the sound of flesh colliding and her desperate moans. Their joined bodies were coated in frothy juices, proof of how much she was enjoying it.
Halfway through, David stopped. Eun-kyung, confused, opened her eyes. "Want it, slut?" he asked.
She turned her face away, ashamed. * I'm so pathetic, * she thought. She had pride, even as a mistress. Being an undercover cop meant mental strength, not bending easily. But her body betrayed her.
David resumed, grinding his cock against her cervix without thrusting. The stimulation made her pussy clench, her lips parting as waves of pleasure coursed through her. It was maddening, unbearable.
"Please, stop," she begged. "I can't take it."
"Want it, slut? Submit to me. Call me Master, and I'll let you cum properly. Otherwise, I'll leave you aching."
He pulled out, their bodies parting with a wet pop. The air filled with the musky scent of her arousal, her juices stirred into a frenzy.
His fingers teased her swollen clit, now the size of a bean, while his other hand kneaded her full breasts, pushing her further. "No, please, I can't," Eun-kyung whimpered, writhing. But the emptiness consumed her. After cumming once, her willpower was crumbling. * This pleasure is too much, * she thought. * It's torture, pure ecstasy. *
"Call me Master," David demanded. "Beg for my cock, you filthy slut. Your pussy was made for this. Beg, or I'll leave you desperate."
David toyed with her patiently. He wasn't the naive rookie who'd drugged Jill. Now, he was a seasoned predator, with a rain cloud skill, a master of control.