### Title: Treachery and Torture in the Shadows
In the manager's office of Goldmoon Group, David faced his brother-in-arms, Ja-sung. "I found some traitors. We need to handle them. If Chairman Seok stays free, you could be exposed. It shows those Seoul cops can't be trusted."
Ja-sung's face showed no emotion. Years as an undercover cop had toughened him. One mistake could kill him and endanger his wife and family. Staying calm was second nature. "Understood. Are they with the Bukha Faction?"
"Yes, and five of them work for Joong-gu. We can't wait. Let's go." David aimed to act fast, leaving no chance for the Players to fight back.
"Fine." Ja-sung stood, then said, "Sorry, brother. I hid things from you before."
David shrugged. "They were just using you. You'd see it eventually. It's jail or all-in together. Your call." He left the room.
Jung Chung was overseas, managing legal deals. His job in Goldmoon's clean side was to polish its image. No more rough protection schemes. They made honest money now. David and Ja-sung dealt with the shady underworld tasks.
The Players were already scheming, each supporting their chosen leader to take over. Some backed Jung Chung, others Joong-gu, and a few supported the weak Go Sang-chul. To get their leader on top, the simplest way was to remove rivals.
Goldmoon had strict rules. Openly killing each other was banned. Anyone caught would be destroyed. Assassinations wouldn't work either. The group's council and three elders had to approve the new chairman.
So, what was the best plan? Easy. Ruin the rivals' reputation. Black-market dealers always had secrets. Find proof, get enemies arrested on election day, and they're out without breaking rules. Clean and smart.
Everyone was plotting. David was no different. He had his sex slave, Eun-kyung, create fake evidence and send it to the council. It framed the Players helping Joong-gu and Go Sang-chul, linking them to Seoul's police. True or not, the proof looked real.
At the seaside warehouse, Goldmoon stored goods for its legal trade: rubber, electronics, steel, and cement. Among the ten Players caught, none were women. Strangely, Jung Chung's faction had two female Players.
David didn't care about their gender. * I'm here to make money, complete the mission, and take this world's riches. * He needed cash badly.
The warehouse was dim, lit only by flickering torches. Ja-sung sat, one leg crossed, his face stern and eyes cold. He waited for the results.
Clearing out the Bukha Faction was vital. Jung Chung's plan was slow and careful, removing Chairman Seok's loyalists one by one. When the time came, he'd take over smoothly. Without surprises, Jung Chung had a strong chance of winning. His charm and smooth words won people over.
Joong-gu, however, was cruel. Handling the darkest deals, he had to be tough. But his lack of charm and smarts made it hard to gain support.
Thugs beat the tied-up Players with baseball bats and iron rods, showing no pity. Players no longer had weak spots like hearts. Digitized, their heads, hearts, or eyes wouldn't break when hit. They just took more damage. If their health bar dropped to zero, they'd die, turning back into normal humans with hearts that could burst or eyes that could pop.
Tonight was Chairman Seok's trial. Getting him locked up was crucial. If he stayed free, no one else could compete for leadership. The chairman was still alive. Plotting to take his place now was deadly in the underworld. Loyalty mattered. Betraying the boss was shameful. The higher your rank, the less you could get away with. Without honor, you were nothing.
Screams echoed through the air. The Players didn't know they were labeled spies. They hadn't even begun their plans when they were seized, tied, and dragged here for a beating. Asked to confess, they had nothing to say. Lying meant death. Silence meant death. Two Players already had their heads smashed, their bodies now being packed with cement to sink into the sea.
But behind the warehouse, the mood was different. While the front rang with brutal screams, the back was filled with lustful chaos. A beautiful, slender woman in a formal suit and short skirt stood there. Her long, strong legs and round thighs shone. Her small, white feet were in silver high heels. She leaned on a crate, raising her hips to meet the man thrusting into her from behind.
Her large breasts were gripped by rough hands, squeezed hard. The man, pants around his ankles, pushed his thick, twenty-centimeter dick deep into her pussy. It was Eun-kyung, the undercover cop, and David in their dirty act. Earlier, Eun-kyung, tired from being fucked all day, had prepared the fake evidence. After delivering it, before she could greet Ja-sung, David pulled her back here and started screwing her.
The air smelled of sweat and sex, the sharp scent of their fluids mixing. It was foul but made them wilder. Eun-kyung felt David's hot dick pounding her pussy, each thrust sparking strong pleasure. His hands on her breasts felt like fire, making her want more. "Oh, honey, it feels so good, so nice. You're so good at fucking. My pussy's so full. I love your big dick. I love being fucked by you."
Smack! David fucked her harder, grinning. "Call me master, you little slut."
"Oh!" Eun-kyung moaned louder, her ass stinging from the slap. "Master, Eun-kyung knows she's wrong. Please, master, punish Eun-kyung with your big dick. You're so strong, so fierce. Eun-kyung's gonna die from this. Please, master, let me come. I beg you."
"Fuck, so tight. You slut, this feels so good. I'm gonna fuck you to death. Come with me, slut!" David's pride grew. Eun-kyung was his sex slave, bound to him in this world and his private space for endless fucking. She couldn't betray him. Her life relied on his.
His dick thrust deep, the standing position letting him hit her core. He fucked her faster than a machine, making Eun-kyung gush and moan endlessly. Her wild cries were nothing like the calm, mature woman she was by day. Her eyes rolled back, drool dripping, her mind foggy from being fucked so hard. Her pussy molded to his dick's shape.
Eun-kyung's moans turned to loud screams. David saw his veiny dick sliding in and out of her slick pussy, pulling out streams of fluid. His dick's head felt sucked by her tight walls. The faster he went, the stronger it felt, his movements speeding up without thought.
His grunts, her screams, and the slap of their bodies filled the warehouse with a lewd noise. "Oh, master, my pussy, Eun-kyung's pussy's gonna break. Eun-kyung can't hold it, I'm coming. Please, master, let Eun-kyung come. Shoot it, shoot inside. Fill Eun-kyung's slutty pussy. It's my ovulation day. Eun-kyung wants to have your baby." Eun-kyung babbled, lost in lust. Her colleagues would be shocked to see her like this.
Ja-sung faintly heard her moans. * She's fucking David too? * He just wanted the mission done, to live peacefully, no more of this mess.
David reached under Eun-kyung, grabbing her breasts, and fucked her faster. Their bodies slapped loudly. Eun-kyung's gasps grew desperate. As her pussy tightened in another orgasm, David shot hot cum deep inside her. Eun-kyung trembled, collapsing on the crate, too weak to move. Cum oozed from her swollen pussy lips, the sight completely filthy.
Her pussy kept squeezing his dick, sucking it like countless tiny mouths. David's sensitive dick twitched, his balls unloading more cum. Her womb swelled, her belly bulging slightly. Getting creampied on her ovulation day was shameless.
David shook his dick twice, pulling out. Still trembling, Eun-kyung grabbed an anal plug from her purse and stuffed it in her pussy to keep the cum inside. Squatting in her high heels, she held his thighs and sucked his dick's head, licking and kissing it to please him, her actions dirty and submissive.
David shivered with pleasure, then dressed. "Go back. Tell me if anything happens."
"Yes, master." Eun-kyung's face was red, her body still shaking from the aftershocks. The pleasure consumed her, no wonder she was tamed.
Back at the front, Ja-sung waited, his face blank. "Done? You've got stamina, going at it for an hour."
"I last long. Let's finish these guys." David signaled a thug, who handed him an iron shovel. Dragging it, he approached the bloodied Players, a cruel grin on his face. One swing crushed a Player's head.
All ten Players died by David's hand. He took their wristbands, killing and looting. * Blame yourselves for being fools, falling into my trap. *
[System: Story System]
[Goal: Eliminate Players]
[Reward: 3000 points]