### Hunting the Players
In Goldmoon Group's manager office, David found Ja-sung, his sworn brother. "I've sniffed out some traitors," David said, leaning against the desk. "We take them out together. If Seok Dong-chool walks free, your cover's blown. This proves Seoul's bureaucrats can't be trusted."
Ja-sung's face was blank, hardened by years as an undercover cop. Exposure meant death, not just for him but for his wife and unborn child. A poker face was his only defense. "Got it. Are they from Jaeheon Clan?" he asked.
"Yeah, five belong to Lee Joong-gu," David replied. "We move now, no delays. Let's cut them down before the Players react."
Ja-sung stood, hesitating. "Alright." He paused, then added, "Sorry, brother. I hid things from you."
David waved it off. "They're just using you. You'll see it eventually. Either we end up in jail, or we go all in on this path. Your choice." He turned and walked out.
Jung Chung was overseas, handling legitimate deals to clean Goldmoon's dirty money. His white-collar business was a far cry from the old days of extorting protection fees. David and Ja-sung, meanwhile, handled the gritty underworld tasks, cleaning up messes.
The Players were already moving, each backing their chosen candidate for chairman. Some supported Jung Chung, others Lee Joong-gu, and a few rallied behind Zhang Su-ki, the powerless elder of Imperial Sun Faction. To get their boss to the top, the easiest way was to eliminate rivals.
But Goldmoon had rules. Open murder among members was forbidden, and violators faced brutal punishment. Assassination wouldn't win the chair, it'd just spark chaos. The board of elders, three old-timers, had to approve the new chairman.
So, the smart play was to ruin rivals' reputations. Everyone in the underworld had a rap sheet, dirt was easy to find. Gather evidence, get your opponent arrested on election day, and they're out of the race without breaking rules. Clean and effective.
All sides were scheming, and David was no exception. He'd tasked his sex slave, Shin Woo, with forging evidence against Lee Joong-gu and Zhang Su-ki's supporters. She delivered it to the board, and the trap was set.
At a seaside warehouse, Goldmoon stored materials for its legit businesses: rubber, electronics, steel, cement. Tonight, it was a slaughterhouse. Ten Players, all men, were caught, none of them women. Interestingly, Jung Chung's faction had two female Players, but David didn't care. * Women or not, they're just obstacles * he thought. His goal was money, finishing the task, and looting this world's resources. He was broke and desperate.
The warehouse was dark, lit only by flickering torches. Ja-sung sat on a chair, one leg crossed, his face cold and ruthless. His eyes glinted with menace, waiting for the outcome.
Cleaning out Jaeheon Clan was critical. Jung Chung's strategy was slow and steady, removing Seok Dong-chool's loyalists bit by bit, ensuring a smooth takeover. Without surprises, Jung had a seventy percent chance of winning, thanks to his charm and savvy. Lee Joong-gu, on the other hand, was a violent thug, too brutal and dumb to gain support.
Henchmen beat the tied-up Players with baseball bats and iron rods, showing no mercy. Players, digitized by the system, didn't die from heart or head shots like normal humans. Their health bars had to hit zero, then they'd revert to mortal bodies, vulnerable to fatal blows.
Tonight was Seok Dong-chool's trial. If he went to prison, the chairman race would heat up. If he stayed free, the power struggle stalled. Loyalty was everything in the mob, and plotting against a living boss was a death sentence. High-ranking members, especially, couldn't afford to look disloyal, it'd ruin them.
Screams filled the warehouse as the Players took their beating. They didn't even know what "spies" they were accused of being. Caught mid-plan, they were bound and dragged here, pummeled without a chance to explain. Talking got them killed, silence got them killed.
Two Players already had their heads bashed in, their bodies being poured with cement for a sea burial. The front of the warehouse was a scene of brutal violence.
But in the back, the mood was different, raw and lustful. Shin Woo, dressed in a formal blazer and short skirt, stood with her hands braced on a wooden crate. Her long, toned legs, in ten-centimeter silver stilettos, gleamed as she arched her hips, meeting David's thrusts.
Her full breasts were gripped by his rough hands, kneaded harshly. David's pants were around his ankles, his thick, twenty-centimeter cock pounding into the sultry, seductive cop.
Shin Woo, exhausted from being fucked all day, had forged the evidence and delivered it to the board. Without even greeting Ja-sung, David pulled her to the back and started fucking her, no words needed
…
The air reeked of a musky, pungent scent, the kind only produced when a woman's orgasm mixed with a man's cum. It was foul, but to David and Shin Woo, lost in lust, it fueled their frenzy.
Shin Woo felt David's hot cock pierce her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. * It's so good * she thought, addicted. His hands on her breasts worked like magic, amplifying her ecstasy, making her crave more.
"Oh, fuck, baby," she moaned. "You're so good, your cock's amazing, I love it, fuck me!"
David slapped her ass, grinning. "Call me Master, you slut!"
Shin Woo gasped, the sting exciting her. "Yes, Master! please punish me with your big cock! Fuck me hard, Master, I'm dying, I need to cum, please let me!"
"Fuck, you're tight," David growled. "So damn good, let's cum together, slut!"
His ego swelled. Shin Woo was his sex slave, bound to him in this world or the sex slave space, ready for him anytime. * She's mine, forever * he thought. With their lives linked, betrayal was impossible, she'd die if he did.
Standing behind her, David's cock hit her deepest spots with ease. He fucked her like a machine, fast and relentless, driving her wild. Juices poured from her pussy, her moans turning to screams.
Gone was the poised, warm teacher from the Go club. Her eyes rolled back, drool dripped from her lips, her pussy molded to David's cock. She was a mess, lost in pleasure.
David watched his veiny cock slide in and out, her slick pussy sucking him like a mouth. Each thrust pulled out more juices, the sight pushing him to fuck harder. The tingling pleasure hit his brain, urging him to go faster.
His grunts, Shin Woo's screams, and the slap of flesh echoed in the warehouse, a filthy soundtrack to their lust.
"Oh, Master, my pussy's breaking!" Shin Woo wailed. "I can't hold it, I'm cumming, please let me! Shoot it inside, it's my risky day, I'll have your baby!"
Her shameless words would've shocked her colleagues. Ja-sung, faintly hearing her moans, felt a mix of emotions. * She's gone * he thought. He just wanted this mission over, to live quietly with his family.
David's hand slid under Shin Woo, grabbing her breast, his thrusts speeding up. Their bodies slapped together loudly, her gasps ragged.
As Shin Woo hit another orgasm, her pussy clamping tight, David unleashed a flood of hot cum deep inside her. She trembled, collapsing on the crate, cum oozing from her swollen pussy lips, the scene utterly depraved.
Her pulsing pussy milked his sensitive cock, drawing out more cum. Her womb swelled slightly, stuffed on her risky day. * Fucking perfect * David thought.
After, Shin Woo grabbed a plug from her purse, sealing her pussy to keep his cum inside. Squatting in her stilettos, she steadied herself on his thighs, her lips wrapping around his cockhead, sucking and licking devotedly, serving her master.
David shuddered with pleasure, then dressed. "Go back," he said. "Report anything new."
"Yes, Master," Shin Woo replied, her face flushed, body still twitching from aftershocks. The electric pleasure kept her enthralled, no wonder she'd fallen.
In the warehouse's front, Ja-sung waited, expressionless. "Done?" he asked. "You've got stamina, going an hour."
"My endurance is top-notch," David smirked. "Time to finish these guys."
He beckoned a henchman, who handed him an iron shovel. Dragging it across the floor, David approached the bloodied Players, a cruel grin on his face. With one swing, he smashed a Player's head, killing him instantly.
All ten Players were slaughtered, none spared. David collected their wristbands, pocketing them. * Kill and take, that's the game * he thought. They were fools for getting caught.