In a palace where power is imposed with cruelty, Ri Sol-ja challenges political rigidity with an act of public submission that reveals the brutality hidden behind supreme power.
In the heart of the Pyongyang palace, the air was thick with tension and formality. Kim Jong-an, North Korea's supreme leader, sat at the end of a long mahogany table, surrounded by his closest subordinates. Maps spread across the table and documents stacked in impeccable order reflected the gravity of the state affairs being discussed. The ministers' voices echoed in a monotone, full of deference and caution, as they analyzed military strategies and economic policies. The light from the gilded chandeliers illuminated the room, casting dancing shadows on the marble walls. Everything seemed to follow the usual script of a high-level meeting, until the door suddenly opened, breaking the silence with a creaking sound that made all eyes turn toward it.
Ri Sol-ja, the leader's wife, entered with a grace that contrasted with the rigidity of the room. She wore a traditional blue silk hanbok, the tight-fitting bodice highlighting her large breasts, which moved and bounced gently with each step she took. Her presence was magnetic, and although she didn't speak a single word, her entrance was enough to stop time in the room. The ministers, accustomed to discipline and obedience, lowered their gaze, unable to sustain the intensity of her stare. Kim Jong-an, however, maintained a serene expression, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen.
Without saying a word, Ri Sol-ja approached the table with slow, deliberate steps. Her eyes, fixed on some indeterminate point, seemed to be elsewhere, as if her mind had already accepted what her body was about to do. When she reached the table, she stopped, and with a fluid movement, she pulled down her panties, letting them fall to the floor with a whisper of silk. Her pussy, bare and exposed, was now visible to all, an act of submission that fulfilled a direct order from the supreme leader. The silence in the room grew denser, almost palpable, as the ministers tried not to look, but their eyes betrayed their curiosity and nervousness.
Un ministro, más joven que los demás, con una mezcla de nerviosismo y sumisión, se adelantó. Su rostro estaba enrojecido, y sus manos temblaban ligeramente mientras se acercaba a Ri Sol-ja. Sabía que no había espacio para la hesitación en ese momento. Con un movimiento torpe pero decidido, colocó su miembro erecto en la entrepierna de la esposa del líder. Sus manos, ahora más firmes, se extendieron hacia sus pechos, explorándolos con una mezcla de avidez y reverencia. Los apretó con fuerza, sintiendo la suavidad de su piel bajo sus dedos, mientras su lengua se movía con rapidez, recorriendo los pezones erectos que se alzaban bajo el tejido del hanbok.
Ri Sol-ja permaneció inmóvil, su expresión impasible, como si su cuerpo fuera un simple instrumento en manos del poder. El ministro, envalentonado por la falta de resistencia, comenzó a mover las caderas con fuerza, penetrando su coño con un ritmo cada vez más acelerado. Sus gemidos, contenidos al principio, se volvieron más audibles, llenando el silencio de la sala con un sonido que era a la vez íntimo y grotesco. Kim Jong-an, sentado en su trono, observaba la escena con una mezcla de emoción y satisfacción. Su mano se movía con lentitud bajo la mesa, masturbándose mientras sus ojos seguían cada detalle de la escena, que era transmitida en vivo por el canal nacional de Corea del Norte.
El trasero de Ri Sol-ja, tímida y sonrojada, comenzó a enrojecerse por la intensidad del acto. Cada embestida del ministro dejaba una marca en su piel, un testimonio silencioso de su sumisión. Él, en un intento de demostrar su dominio, le dio besos fuertes y apasionados con cada movimiento, sus labios presionando contra los suyos con una urgencia que parecía buscar algo más que el simple placer físico. El semen, espeso y caliente, comenzó a salpicar con cada penetración, manchando el hanbok de Ri Sol-ja y el suelo de mármol. Ella, con los ojos cerrados, tragó cada gota, cumpliendo con la orden de no desperdiciar ni una sola parte de lo que se le ofrecía.
El clímax llegó con un gemido ahogado del ministro, su cuerpo temblando mientras descargaba su semen en el interior de Ri Sol-ja. Ella permaneció quieta, su respiración agitada y su cuerpo mojado por el sudor y los fluidos. El ministro, con una expresión de arrogancia, se apartó, ajustándose la ropa mientras se aseguraba de haberla llenado por completo con su semen. La habitación quedó en silencio, solo interrumpido por los fuertes sonidos de besos y gemidos que aún resonaban en el aire.
Ri Sol-ja, with slow, mechanical movements, pulled up her panties, her body still trembling from the intensity of the act. Her gaze, lost in some indeterminate point, seemed to search for something that was no longer there. She turned and walked back toward the door, her steps now heavier, as if the weight of what had just happened was dragging her to the ground. The door closed behind her with a sharp click, leaving the ministers in an awkward silence, their eyes avoiding each other's.
Kim Jong-an, still seated on his throne, smiled contentedly. The scene had been perfect, a reminder to everyone present of who held the power and how far their reach extended. The live broadcast had served its purpose, and now the image of Ri Sol-ja, still and staring into space, invited reflection on power, submission, and the price of loyalty in this parallel world. The line between duty and debasement had blurred to nothing, and at that moment, no one in the room could ignore the reality of what it meant to serve the supreme leader.
The silence stretched on, broken only by the chiming of the clocks. The ministers, heads bowed, waited for the next order, as Kim Jong-an slowly stood up, his expression now cold and calculating. The meeting was over, but the image of Ri Sol-ja, submissive and broken, would remain in their minds, a constant reminder of the consequences of disobedience. In that parallel world, power was not only exercised, it was displayed, and loyalty was measured in acts that transcended humanity.