"Ugh, what the hell did I just do?"
Michael took a long, deep breath.
Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, he leaned over, rubbing his forehead.
Michael turned his head.
He saw Ryu Mee-Yon sleeping soundly, naked and sweaty, with half of her body covered by a thick blanket.
Michael mumbled to himself, 'Hmm... let her sleep, she must be tired. now it's time to shower. What time is it?'
He grabbed his smartphone from the small table beside the bed.
He pressed the power button.
The screen showed it was half past five in the morning.
Soon, a pop-up notification appeared. Michael opened the message. It said, 'My Lord, we are already waiting for you at the five-star hotel in Seoul. However, one of the officials wants to meet with you. It is estimated to be around eleven in the morning.'
Attached to the message was only the code name S No II.
S No II was a loyal subordinate, but also a close friend of Michael's since he first started in the mafia world.
Michael smiled when he saw the name on the message attachment.
He said to himself, 'It's been a long time since you sent me a message directly, my friend.'
He got up, walked to the bathroom to clean himself, then got ready.
...
At that moment, Michael and Ryu Mee-Yon were engaged in intense sexual intimacy.
"My Lord, wait a moment,"
Ryu Mee-Yon stammered as she looked at Michael's seemingly gigantic penis.
She muttered to herself, 'My God, will my tight hole be able to take it? Its size is much bigger and wider than I imagined. The scent of his manhood is so strong, intoxicating, and pervasive in the air.'
Beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead, falling and being absorbed by the sheets.
"What's wrong, darling?" Michael stroked Ryu Mee-Yon's intensely blushing cheek.
"It's nothing, you'll get used to it."
Michael smirked, his gaze sharp and full of lust.
Ryu Mee-Yon turned her face away and answered shyly, "Oh! No... it's just that your weapon is too big and frightening."
"Just lie there. I'll take care of the rest."
Ryu Mee-Yon covered her eyes with both palms.
Michael then ripped all of Ryu Mee-Yon's clothes off, leaving only her cute pink panties.
"My Lord, please treat me gently. This is the first time I've surrendered myself,"
Ryu Mee-Yon pleaded.
Michael nodded, then fiercely sucked Ryu Mee-Yon's already swollen left nipple.
Her nipple felt hard between Michael's teeth.
"Nghhh! Ahhh! Lick again, Master!" Ryu Mee-Yon moaned, her breath choked and her body temperature soaring.
Michael licked her neck, making Ryu Mee-Yon's entire body arch and shiver violently.
She let out a small groan while covering her mouth.
Michael forcibly removed the hands covering Ryu Mee-Yon's mouth.
They kissed wildly, their tongues intertwining and conquering each other. "Sluuurp! Ahhh! Mmuuahh!"
The sound of their sucking and sighing kisses was loud, and their saliva dripped.
While kissing, Michael pressed his hand firmly against her groin, which was still covered by her panties.
He slowly rubbed the mound of her clitoris up and down with his slippery right index finger, then pinched that spot slightly, making Ryu Mee-Yon's groin flood and her panties soaking wet.
"Arghhh! My God, your touch feels so good, right down to the core!"
The room temperature was getting hotter.
Michael stopped kissing, then stared into Ryu Mee-Yon's eyes, which were now completely clouded and radiating irresistible desire.
"Shall I continue, darling? Look, your lower part is already soaking wet. You are truly erotic, even though this is the first time."
Ryu Mee-Yon shook her head submissively, her mind wandering.
Michael ripped off her panties.
He saw the smooth curves of her body, the glistening mound of pubic hair, and the two pink labia that were already parted and swollen with arousal.
Michael crawled down, positioning himself between Ryu Mee-Yon's wide-open thighs.
Michael then licked her vaginal entrance slowly, moving from the base to Ryu Mee-Yon's center of desire.
He began to suck, kiss, and lick it intensely.
"My Lord! Ahhhh! Deeper! Angh!"
Ryu Mee-Yon's two smooth legs tightly locked Michael's head.
She seized Michael's head with her right hand, pressing him firmly against her core, while her left hand stifled the trembling moan at her mouth.
Her spine was bowed, her hips thrust high off the bed.
Sluuurp! Cckk! The wet, rapid sounds of Michael's labor echoed, punctuated by deep, hungry sighs.
The sound of Michael's hard-working tongue filled the room, sounding very erotic.
Ryu Mee-Yon's body arched high, and she let out a sharp scream.
"My Lord, I—I'm cominggg! Ahhh!"
A violent, soaking rush erupted! SPPPPLLASSHH!
Her thighs clamped down hard.
Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, slick with sweat, her lips parted as thick, silvery saliva dripped.
Her body went limp, while her pleasure fluid spurted out heavily and soaked Michael's face.
Michael lifted his head and kissed Ryu Mee-Yon's beautiful lips, his tongue taking over her mouth.
He cruelly twisted her hard, distended nipples, tearing a breathless, ecstatic scream from Ryu Mee-Yon.
Mmuahh! Slurp! A choked, sharp sound escaped her throat.
"Now it's time for the main course. May I thrust my penis in?"
Ryu Mee-Yon nodded while hugging Michael, who was already on top of her.
Michael held his hard penis, rubbing it slowly against Ryu Mee-Yon's wet entrance.
Then he pushed the tip in. Plup!
Ryu Mee-Yon groaned in pain, her tears falling.
They were not tears of sadness, but tears of pleasure mixed with the pain of a virgin being torn.
"Does it hurt, darling? Tell me if it hurts."
Michael inserted his penis slowly, tearing his way in until everything was fully submerged up to the base.
"Hanghh! Yes, My Lord, please pound me! Agh!"
Ryu Mee-Yon groaned, her voice hoarse.
Her hot, heavy breath condensed in the cold air.
Smaack! Michael's penis slammed against her womb fully.
"Arggghh!"
Ryu Mee-Yon clenched her jaw, holding back the pain and the full sensation while gripping the sheets tightly.
Her face tilted upward.
The tight walls of her vagina hugged Michael's penis closely.
"Ughh! Your hole is so tight, your core is choking me!" Smaack!
"Y-Yes, My Lord, continue slowly ahhh!" Ryu Mee-Yon screamed.
Now their bodies collided with a savage rhythm, accompanied by the sound of moans and the splashing of thick fluid moving in and out of her vagina.
Every hard thrust produced a wet plap sound, while their hips pounded against each other mercilessly.
A few hours later, they continued to change positions.
The sound of wet flesh and their buttocks colliding echoed loudly, accompanied by hoarse, loud moans filling the room.
Before long, Michael opened his hot mouth.
"Darling, I'm going to explode! Arggghh!"
He swiftly pulled his penis out, and his thick fluid spurted out with explosive force. Cruatt!
"Ahh! My Lord!" Ryu Mee-Yon screamed.
She climaxed too, her fluids splashing onto the sheets.
Michael's thick fluid hit Ryu Mee-Yon's stomach and chest.
Michael's breathing was labored, his broad chest rising and falling quickly.
"Hah!" Michael let out a long sigh, feeling satisfied.
He looked at Ryu Mee-Yon's completely limp face, her tongue lolling out and her eyeballs rolling up.
Michael kissed her sweet mouth, then, "You are the best."
"Y-Yes, My Lord, I feel incredibly good too,"
Ryu Mee-Yon whispered hoarsely.
The intimate scene continued until they were completely exhausted.
Michael ejaculated four times, filling her vagina completely.
Not long after, Ryu Mee-Yon collapsed unconscious and fell asleep from exhaustion.
...
Back to Michael, he was showering, cleaning his body.
After he was done, he brushed his teeth at the sink while looking at his reflection in the mirror.
After that, he dried his hair.
He walked out, opened the closet, took a suit, and got dressed neatly.
He put on his watch and sprayed on some fresh rose-scented perfume.
He took his pistol, put it inside his suit, and wore his anti-fingerprint gloves.
After that, he turned his head towards Ryu Mee-Yon who was still sleeping. Michael mumbled to himself, 'I'm sorry, I might have gotten carried away. Ah, let her rest. It's time for me to go.'
He looked at his watch, which showed half past seven.
He then walked out, opened the door, and left Ryu Mee-Yon who was sound asleep.
Michael entered the elevator, went down to the first floor, then walked out of the hotel apartment. Before that, he had already put on a round hat and glasses.
Not long after, a Mercedes car was already parked in front with someone standing and waiting.
The car door opened, Michael got in, and his bodyguard immediately closed the door. They then headed to the airport.
Upon arriving at the airport, the bodyguard opened the door while bowing respectfully.
"Have a good trip, My Lord. I hope you have a bright day," he said.
Michael replied by raising his right hand as a sign of respect.
He walked into the large airport building.
When he was about to be checked by the officers, he was waved through because his subordinates had already bribed the officers.
Michael walked towards a private plane, where two professional bodyguards were already waiting for him.
Michael entered the private plane.
He sat in the middle seat, where breakfast was already served.
On the table, there was a bottle of wine, a beautiful glass, and some cake on a round plate that looked luxurious.
Michael enjoyed it.
After that, the plane took off towards Seoul, the capital of South Korea.
During the trip, he swirled his glass of wine, crossed his legs, and looked out the plane window.
He mumbled, "The time has come."
Then he sipped his wine.
A few hours later, they finally arrived at the airport.
The plane slowly descended, taxiing to the parking area.
The door opened, and Michael walked out. There, his subordinates were already waiting for him.
He walked out of the airport with his subordinates, heading to the car that would take him to the five-star hotel.
After arriving at the location, he got out of the car.
He walked accompanied by bodyguards and subordinates who were ready with pistols hidden inside their suits.
He entered the elevator heading to the twentieth floor.
The elevator opened, and he got out. In the room, the subordinates were already bowing respectfully.
There was also a person wearing a mask, standing at the end of the room holding a cane. He looked old.
Michael greeted all of them by raising his hand as a sign of respect.
Then he said to the masked person, "It's been a long time, S No II. How have you been?"
"Fine, My Lord, I'm very healthy," an old man's voice replied from behind S No II's mask.
Michael shook his hand, then sat in a chair near S No II.
He leaned forward and placed both of his hands on the table.
The bodyguards went out to guard the door, while three subordinates sat on the sofa in front of Michael.
Michael mumbled to himself, 'It's half past ten now, my wife and son might arrive tonight.'
He narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth, and said, "It's time to work."
Everyone in the room nodded, and the atmosphere became serious.