A extra chapter for you all dearies today
Enjoy the Paradise 😌
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The world dissolved.
The darkness of my bedroom melted away, replaced by a wash of sterile, white light.
The air grew cold, smelling of paper and expensive espresso.
[System: Dream Invasion Successful.]
[Current Location: Seo-yoon's Mind Palace.]
[Scenario: The CEO's Office.]
[Host Role: The Insubordinate Intern.]
I blinked, adjusting to the sudden shift.
I was standing in a massive, glass-walled office that floated above the clouds.
It was a caricature of corporate power marble floors, abstract art that looked like it cost millions, and a desk the size of a landing strip.
And there she was.
Seo-yoon sat behind the desk.
But this wasn't the Seo-yoon who wore silk robes and drank wine.
This was the Iron Lady version of her.
She was wearing a sharp, black pinstripe suit, her hair pulled back so tight it looked painful.
She wore glasses I had never seen her wear in reality.
She was typing furiously on a holographic keyboard, looking stressed, powerful, and utterly untouchable.
"You're late," she snapped, not even looking up.
"I told you the merger files needed to be on my desk by 8:00 AM.
You're useless."
I looked down at myself.
I was wearing a cheap, ill-fitting suit.
The dream logic had cast me as the underdog.
Perfect.
"I didn't bring the files, Madam" I said, walking toward the desk.
My voice rippled through the dreamscape. Unlike the real world, here, my Commanding Aura wasn't a subtle pressure.
It was a physical force.
The glass walls vibrated.
Seo-yoon stopped typing.
She looked up, confusion warring with the script her mind had written.
"Excuse me?" she frowned.
"Who gave you permission to speak?
Get out. You're fired."
I didn't stop walking.
"You can't fire me," I said, reaching the edge of the desk.
"Because you don't run this company anymore."
I placed my hands on the mahogany surface.
"In fact," I whispered, leaning in, "you don't even run this dream."
The reality of the dream flickered.
The Intern suit I was wearing dissolved into smoke, replaced by the same shirtless, dark pajama look I had worn in her bedroom minutes ago.
Seo-yoon gasped, pushing her chair back.
"Jin-woo? How... why are you here?" Her composure cracked.
The "CEO" persona was crumbling, revealing the woman I had left panting on the bed.
"You called me," I lied effortlessly.
"Your subconscious is loud, Seo-yoon.
It was screaming for someone to come and take charge."
I vaulted over the desk.
She tried to stand, but the dream logic was now bending to my will.
The Dream Weaver skill gave me omnipotence here.
"Sit," I commanded.
Invisible chains...manifestations of her own guilt and desire snapped around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the leather executive chair.
"What is this?! Let me go!" she cried out, struggling against the binds.
But I could see the Eye of Discernment stats floating above her head even here.
[Target: Seo-yoon (Dream State)]
[Lust: 90% (Uninhibited)]
[Hidden Desire: To be used as a stress relief object.]
"You work too hard," I said, standing between her spread legs.
The office chair spun slightly.
"Always managing the money, the reputation, the step child.
It must be exhausting being perfect."
I reached out and unbuttoned her blazer. Beneath it, she wasn't wearing a blouse. She was wearing sheer black lace lingerie...something the real Seo-yoon would never wear, but the dream Seo-yoon craved.
"No... someone will walk in," she whimpered, glancing at the glass walls. Outside, shadowy figures of employees were walking by.
"Let them watch," I said, gripping the armrests of her chair, trapping her.
I leaned down and captured her lips.
It wasn't a gentle kiss.
It was a takeover.
I bit her lower lip, forcing her mouth open, my tongue invading her with the same arrogance I used to invade her life.
She tasted like coffee and submission.
Her struggles ceased almost instantly.
Her body, freed from the constraints of reality and morality, betrayed her.
She moaned into my mouth, her tongue fighting back, engaging in a wet, desperate duel with mine.
I pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us.
"See?" I smirked.
"You like it when I take the wheel."
I moved my hands to her breasts, squeezing them through the lace. I kneaded them roughly and played with them both .
In the dream, sensation was amplified.
She arched her back, a high-pitched keen escaping her throat.
"Jin-woo... please... not here..."
"Right here," I growled.
I dropped to my knees.
The expensive suit pants she wore vanished at my thought.
She was exposed to me, wet and waiting.
I didn't wait.
I buried my face in her pussy , the petals were open and was waiting to be tasted.
The scream she let out shattered the glass walls of the office.
I feasted on her.
It was a chaotic mix of power and pleasure.
I used my tongue to torment her clit, my hands gripping her thighs, leaving bruises that would fade when she woke up...but the phantom sensation would remain.
I took my hands off her boobs and then led it towards her tight and comfy buttocks, it was so soft , it felt like my hands were squeezing a sponge 🧽.
I slowly squeezed both her ass cheeks with great interest.
My hand slowly traced her asscrack, even inserting into it .
I continued sucking on her pussy , her juices were starting to drop on my face.
I then put my fingers into it slowly moving it in and out .
"I'm... I'm going to..." she stuttered, her head thrashing against the headrest.
"Cum for me, Stepmom," I ordered.
"Cum for the failures you think you are.
Cum for the husband who isn't here."
That broke her.
She exploded.
It was violent, a tidal wave of release that shook the dream world.
The floor beneath us cracked.
The sky outside turned a deep, lustful crimson.
She clamped her thighs around my head, sobbing with pleasure, her body convulsing in wave after wave of orgasm.
But I wasn't done.
I stood up, unbuckling my pants. In the dream, I was even larger, a monster designed to fill the void in her life.
She looked at it, her eyes glazed.
"You want it," I said. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," she whispered, the last of her resistance gone.
"Give it to me."
I lifted her out of the chair and slammed her onto the desk, scattering the holographic papers.
I thrust into her.
She screamed my name. Not with hate. Not with annoyance.
With pure, unadulterated worship.
We went at it like animals.
The office dissolved around us until there was nothing left but the desk, the void, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
I pounded into her, marking her soul.
Every thrust was a declaration of war that I had already won.
"Who does this body belong to?" I roared, gripping her hair, pulling her head back.
"Yours!" she cried out, tears streaming down her face.
"It's yours, Jin-woo! It's yours!"
"Good."
I slammed into her one last time, releasing everything inside her.
The dream world turned white.
[System: Dream Sequence Complete.]
[Target Seo-yoon Broken.]
[Extracting Host...]
The Real World - 7:00 AM
My eyes snapped open.
I was back in my bed.
The morning sun was streaming through the curtains.
I felt fantastic. My body felt light, energized. The Iron Stamina passive skill was humming in my veins.
I felt like I could run a marathon and then fight a bear.
[Ding!]
[Mission Rewards for Night of the Step-Mother Processed.]
[Dream Weaver Bonus: 1,500 Lust Points.]
[Current Lust Points: 2,600.]
[Favorability Update: Seo-yoon (Conflicted/Obsessed).]
I stretched, hearing my joints pop.
"Time for breakfast."
I showered, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, and headed downstairs.
The house was quiet, but the smell of breakfast ,bacon, eggs, coffee wafted from the dining room.
I walked in.
The scene was almost identical to yesterday, but the energy was completely different.
Seo-yoon was at the head of the table. She looked... exhausted.
There were dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn't fully hide.
She was staring at her coffee cup as if it held the secrets of the universe.
Min-ah was scrolling on her phone, chewing gum.
Ji-soo was eating toast, but her eyes kept darting toward her mother, then to the empty seat where I usually sat.
"Good morning, family," I announced, my voice booming.
Seo-yoon flinched.
Physically flinched. The spoon in her hand clattered against the saucer.
I pulled out my chair and sat down.
"Sleep well, Mother?" I asked, grabbing a piece of toast.
Seo-yoon slowly lifted her head. When her eyes met mine, I saw it.
The flash of the dream.
The memory of the office. The feeling of me inside her.
Her face turned a bright, burning scarlet.
"I..." Her voice cracked.
She cleared her throat. "I had a restless night."
"That's a shame," I said, biting into the toast. "You look like you've been working hard. Maybe you should take the day off?"
Ji-soo narrowed her eyes.
She looked from her mother's flushed face to my smug grin.
The suspicion in her eyes deepened. She remembered seeing me in the hallway last night.
She was putting the puzzle pieces together, and the picture was terrifying her.
"I'm fine," Seo-yoon said, standing up abruptly.
"I have meetings. I'll be late."
She grabbed her purse and practically ran out of the dining room, not daring to look at me again.
[System: Seo-yoon is fleeing.
Fear of Host +10%.]
"Weirdo," Min-ah muttered, not looking up from her phone.
"Jin-woo," Ji-soo said, her voice low.
"We need to talk."
"Can't," I said, checking my new Rolex (bought with the original Jin-woo's credit card).
"I have class. And I think I have a date with a first"
I stood up and winked at her.
"Don't worry, Noona.
I'll be home for dinner. Leave the door unlocked."
I left Ji-soo sitting there, her mouth slightly agape, her face turning pink at the word Noona.
Yeonsei University - 8:30 AM
The campus was buzzing.
Usually, I ignored the gossip, but today, the whispers were loud.
"Did you hear?
Song Min-ho is looking for him."
"Yeah, the Crazy Dog is bringing the whole Judo team."
"Jin-woo is dead meat.
Why did he provoke him yesterday?"
I walked through the gates, the Scent of the Alpha parting the crowd like the Red Sea.
I knew Min-ho wouldn't let yesterday's chokehold slide.
His ego was too fragile.
I headed toward the main quad, the open square in the center of campus.
There he was.
Song Min-ho stood by the fountain, his arms crossed.
But he wasn't alone.
Behind him were five other guys, all wearing the university's Judo Club varsity jackets. They looked big, mean, and ready to break some bones.
And sitting on the edge of the fountain, looking bored, was a man I recognized from the original Jin-woo's memories.
Park Chul-soo.
An amateur MMA fighter and Min-ho's cousin. A legitimate tough guy.
"There he is!" Min-ho shouted, pointing a thick finger at me.
"The rich boy who thinks he knows how to fight!"
The students in the quad stopped.
Phones came out.
Everyone wanted to see the execution.
I didn't stop walking.
I casually unbuttoned my cuffs and rolled up my sleeves.
[System Analysis initiated.]
[Target Group: 6 Hostiles.]
[Threat Level: Low to Moderate.]
[Park Chul-soo: Strength 15, Agility 12.
(He knows how to hit).]
[Host Stats: Strength 20, Agility 18, Stamina (Iron).]
"Min-ho," I sighed, stopping five meters away.
"I thought I told you to stay out of my sunlight.
Now you've brought your little girlfriends with you?"
The crowd gasped.
Min-ho's face turned purple.
"Shut your mouth!
You got lucky yesterday. Today, Chul-soo hyung is going to teach you a lesson about respect."
The MMA fighter, Chul-soo, stood up.
He cracked his neck.
He was shorter than me, but stocky, built like a fire hydrant.
"So you're the trash Min-ho is crying about?" Chul-soo spat on the ground.
"I'll make it quick, kid.
Break one arm, and we call it even."
"One arm?" I laughed.
It was a cold, sharp sound. "You aim too low. If you're going to fight the future owner of Seoul, you should aim for the head."
"Die!" Min-ho couldn't wait.
He charged.
It was pathetic.
A clumsy haymaker aimed at my face.
I didn't even use a skill.
I just stepped to the left.
Min-ho stumbled past me.
As he did, I extended my foot.
He tripped, face-planting into the concrete with a sickening crunch.
"One down," I said, not looking back.
The Judo team hesitated.
"Get him!" Chul-soo roared, lunging forward.
He was faster.
He threw a proper one-two combo, a jab followed by a heavy cross.
I weaved.
The wind of his fist brushed my ear.
My body moved on autopilot.
The System had optimized my reflexes.
To me, he was moving underwater.
I caught his next punch in my open palm.
Smack.
The sound echoed through the silent quad.
Chul-soo's eyes widened.
He tried to pull his hand back, but my grip was like a hydraulic press.
"Is that it?" I asked, looking him in the eye. "That's the power of an MMA fighter?"
I squeezed.
Crack
The bones in his hand ground together. Chul-soo screamed, his knees buckling.
"You focused too much on muscle," I lectured, twisting his arm behind his back and kicking the back of his knee.
He dropped to the ground, kneeling before me. "And not enough on knowing who your betters are."
The other four judo members looked at their fallen leader, then at me.
They took a step back.
"Anyone else?" I asked, scanning the group.
Silence.
I released Chul-soo, pushing him face-first into the dirt next to his cousin.
I looked around the crowd.
My eyes landed on Yuna, the Queen Bee I had winked at yesterday.
She was standing in the front row, clutching her friend's arm, her face flushed, her legs pressed together.
[Target: Yuna]
[Lust: 85% (Aroused by Power)]
[Favorability: 60%]
I walked over to her.
The crowd parted instantly.
She looked up at me, trembling.
"Yuna, right?" I asked, my voice smooth, showing no sign of exertion.
"Y-yes," she squeaked.
"I seem to have gotten some dirt on my shirt during that warm-up," I said, pointing to a non-existent speck of dust.
"Why don't you come help me clean it up?
I know a private study room in the library that's very... quiet."
Her eyes went wide.
She looked at the groaning bodies of the bullies, then back at me...the alpha who had just destroyed them without breaking a sweat.
Primal instinct took over.
"Okay," she whispered.
I smirked, turning to the crowd.
"Show's over.
Go back to class."
As I walked away with the campus queen trailing behind me like a puppy, the System chimed.
[Ding! External Threat Neutralized.]
[Reputation: Campus Legend.]
[Reward: 500 Lust Points.]
[New Mission Triggered: The Queen Bee's Submission.]
[Objective: Yuna is popular but inexperienced.
Show her the difference between a boy and a man.]
I checked my watch.
9:00 AM.
Professor Elena was at 2:00 PM.
That gave me five hours to play with Yuna.
Life was getting busy.
But just as I reached the library building, my phone buzzed.
It wasn't a girl.
It was a text from an unknown number.
"You made a mess in the quad, Jin-woo. Park Chul-soo works for the Golden Dragon gang.
They aren't happy.
Watch your back."
I stared at the screen.
The Golden Dragon gang?
I laughed.
"Finally," I thought, deleting the message. "Someone worth fighting."
I opened the door for Yuna, ushering her into the dark, quiet hallway of the library.
"After you, sweetheart."
Author's Note:-
Boom! The bully arc gets a spicy twist!
Seo-yoon has been mentally branded.
She won't be able to look him in the eye for a week.
The bullies got destroyed, but now we have a Gang Plot opening up.
Yuna is next on the menu.
A quick snack before the main course ?
Drop those Power Stones if you want to see what happens in the Private Study Room!
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