004. Training (1)
“Ugh...”
Kim A-ram stared at her computer screen in utter despair. Could she really restore the backend server within a month? Even with her limited smarts, she knew it was impossible.
...That fucking bastard!
But she had no choice but to try. It was the cheapest option, after all. Kim A-ram gritted her teeth.
That prick Im Seong-u...
A surge of rage flashed through her frontal lobe. Those mad eyes of his as he whispered to her at the end. Those eyes, those goddamn eyes!
-It hurts!
-That's youth!
“Grrraaah!”
How humiliating had today been?
-Beg! You bitch! Beg!
In her life—more than twenty years but less than thirty—her parents had chased her all the way to the office. The Pangyo office workers had gawked at the beastly pursuit like it was some spectacle. It was mortifying.
In the end, Kim A-ram had been grabbed by the hair by her mother and collapsed in front of everyone. The most shameful moment of her life, one she'd never live down. And at her age, her parents showing up at her workplace, bowing their heads? The shame exploded like a bomb, scrambling her brain.
“Hic! Grraaaah!!!”
She screamed in real-time, headbanging at her desk.
I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him!
Kim A-ram glared at Im Seong-u with bloodshot eyes, seething with hatred. She wished he were dead. But did praying make the world bend to her will? If it did, there'd be no wars, no famines, no diseases. A world without hurt would have been perfected long ago.
Unable to contain her fury, Kim A-ram let out a howl.
“Kwaaaah!!!”
-Knock knock.
A guy from the next office over approached.
“You're working late—keep it down. Everything okay?”
Kim A-ram flinched and cowered, looking up at him. Then she mumbled,
“Sorry...”
“Sigh...”
Kim A-ram bowed her head. She didn't like this guy or that bastard either. And now she was hungry.
...
Her eyes landed on the cup ramen in the office cabinet.
Yeah. Eat first. Fuel up.
It was eleven at night. Convinced there had to be a backup file Im Seong-u had left somewhere, she began her hopeless all-nighter.
...
Around that time, I was in a black car with Han Yu-ra. Her massive breasts strained against the black seatbelt, impossible to ignore. Had she been sulking since earlier? Her cheeks were puffed out like steamed buns as she sat beside me.
What's eating her?
I stared straight ahead, wondering, when she spoke up.
“Seong-u.”
“Yeah?”
“Can't we just fire Kim A-ram?”
It was a reasonable suggestion. I knew why she was asking, but driving alone was boring, so I played dumb.
“Why?”
“Paying salary to someone useless is a waste.”
She was right. For a small company like ours, exploiting Kim A-ram solely for my amusement was a huge loss. Her pay was an astonishing three million, plus full benefits.
“Just sue her and take a few tens of millions in settlement, Seong-u. Yeah? I'll play whatever game you want...”
The proposal made sense. But what came after rubbed me the wrong way.
“Yu-ra.”
“Uh, yeah?”
Just the two of us in the car. I dropped my voice low, and she tensed up. I could feel her breath hitch in the passenger seat.
“I told you.”
“...”
“Don't pull that shit.”
The car slowed at a light, and I shot one arm toward her chest. Yu-ra tried to squirm away, but it was a sealed space. She just bit her lip hard and surrendered to my touch. Her explosive tits, wrapped in the black suit, deformed under my rough handling.
“Ah, ugh...”
Han Yu-ra writhed, breathing ragged like she was in agony. It wasn't caressing. Just brutal groping to sate my conquest. Bound by the seatbelt, she endured the slightly painful mauling.
“Wh-what are you... Ow!”
She tried to push back with both hands, then clenched her fists tight. She knew resistance was futile—it only meant harsher punishment.
“Ha, haa, haa...”
Her face flushed crimson. Her eyes darted around, terrified someone might see. I kept kneading her breasts.
“Ugh... S-Seong-u... M-Master.”
Were her tits that sensitive? She couldn't hide her arousal. I spoke to her as she twisted her hips.
“I told you not to negotiate with me, didn't I?”
“Hnght, sorry, Master...”
“Always think of my position first, Yu-ra.”
The process of falling in love—or becoming someone's slave—starts with prioritizing others' desires over your own. Wondering if your actions will make them happy, or if they'll hurt them. That's what I demanded of Han Yu-ra.
“Haaang, ugh... Y-yes...”
Nothing could save her in this sealed space. I kept groping until I pinched her nipple hard.
“Mmph...”
She bit her lip and glared at me through teary eyes. It stung a bit; tears welled up. Her flushed cheeks were insanely hot. I stroked her hair, and though she pretended to hate it, she didn't pull away. Bound by the seatbelt, all she could do was lean her head into my hand, panting roughly.
“Let's head there.”
We left Pangyo and entered Yatap; a motel loomed ahead. I murmured low to the still-embarrassed her.
“And from now on, you always pay for the motel. Got it?”
“...”
We got out of the car.
...
“...One room, please.”
“Overnight?”
“Yes.”
Han Yu-ra paid with her card in the most awkward tone imaginable. Was it her first time? The simple transaction looked painfully clumsy. I slung my arm over her shoulder like some NTL thug. Her body jolted. Was her body temperature high? The soft warmth felt surprisingly good.
“Amenities?”
“...No.”
I answered for the flustered her. Up close, her suit hugged her curves tightly—especially her hips and thighs. A sexy, perfect fit. The woman who always projected sharp professionalism was now paying for a motel room to spend the night with me.
To get fucked all night long.
“Room 304.”
When had it started? Words had vanished between us. No talk in the elevator. The silence and anticipation stretched endlessly for me. I watched Han Yu-ra stare silently at the elevator doors. What was she imagining? Her flushed face showed no sign of cooling.
She looked up at me.
“...”
“...”
Just the two of us. Our gazes locked; time froze. I saw her soft, plush cheeks that would sink under touch, her fluttering lashes. Not my first motel rodeo, but that short elevator ride felt eternal.
-Ding.
Even after the doors opened, we stared a moment longer. A fleeting instant, but one that'd stick in my memory. The cramped elevator interior, the red-carpeted, dimly eerie motel hallway, the door to 304 blocking our path. She tapped the card on the reader—beep—and it unlocked.
She stepped inside slowly. Then, turning her back like she was shy, she started taking off her shoes. Seemed rushed.
“...Seong-u.”
“Yeah?”
She flinched at the wall. The entire motel wall was mirrored. I, on the other hand, felt great.
“I... I'll shower first?”
Her milky scent mixed subtly. The white bed sparked anticipation. Her suited backside. The vibe here was revving me up. No way I could hold back.
“Yu-ra.”
“...Yeah?”
I said it the moment I shut the door.
“Strip.”
“...Shower—”
“Now.”
I beckoned her over. A bit embarrassed, but in no position to refuse. She approached formally.
“Y-yes...”
And slowly began undressing. Shh, shh. Her hands shook, but no issues. Peeling off the business suit that hugged her voluptuous figure was insanely hot. She couldn't dance seductively yet, but the act of stripping on command was erotic as hell.
“...”
First, the black jacket. Then the white blouse squeezing her tits, pants—clothes fell away one by one.
“Eut...”
She started to say something but shut her mouth. Her delectable body emerged. She looked mortified. But it was beautiful. Black panties hugging her hips tight, bra cradling those huge breasts. I beckoned her like a cheap whore; hurt pride in her eyes, she approached. I grabbed her ass hard. Plush flesh yielded; her waist bucked slightly.
“Hic, ugh, haaht...”
Reflexively, she pulled my head to her chest. Massive tits loomed over my head, veiled by black lace; her soft white belly neared my face. Her scent intensified.
Haa...
Somehow, it soothed me.
Nice.
I nipped, licked, sucked her scent. Beside her navel.
“Ahk, t-tickles... Master!”
She giggled, then,
“Ow... Eep...”
winced in pain. She hugged my head tighter. The feel drove me wild; I sucked her belly hard.
“Hng... Then, haa...”
Night. Empty motel, just us. A small red kiss mark bloomed on Han Yu-ra's belly. My mark.
“Yu-ra.”
“Yes, ahk... Master.”
“You seem to know your place. Calling me Master all the time.”
She flinched. Lingering pride welled in her eyes. I ignored it, sliding a hand to her pussy. The black panties were damp below; her lower body tried to retreat.
“Stay still.”
“...”
She tensed her core and endured. Trembling but fully submitting—hot. The near-torturous teasing was just beginning. I stroked the plump mound over her panties; pent-up breaths escaped.
I asked,
“What are you?”
“...Eut.”
Stroking above her panties, ragged breaths burst again. So honest, so lewd a body.
“What did you agree to do with me?”
She hesitated long. Faint moonlight brushed her burning cheeks. I tapped her pussy like a spank; she shrank back, scared. I yanked her waist, groped it.
“Ha, nyaaht... Hic... With Master...”
She could barely speak. So I groped harder. Pinching flesh, kneading tits—total mess. Han Yu-ra shuddered, head on my shoulder.
“Ahh, ugh, sex... We agreed to sex.”
Close, but no. I smacked her ass. Slap! Her body jolted.
“Auk...”
Ass stinging, pussy teased. She gazed down with crazed eyes. Clenching thighs, desperate shakes—adorable.
“Right. What do you call someone who always has sex with Master?”
“...A slave.”
Embarrassed face. On the verge of tears, like she'd die. No mercy. Half-embraced, I asked,
“So what does a slave do?”
“...Wh-what Master orders... I have to do it.”
“Right. And you're a slave.”
I stroked her face. Clinging red ponytail. Teary eyes. Faintly resentful brows, plump lips. All mine. I thumbed her lips, then shoved inside. She tried to dodge but parted them, sucking my thumb eagerly. Like a baby bird—cute.
“Mmm...”
Her tongue teased the sensitive fingertip like a living thing. Squishy, warm, soft. I met her eyes, bangs half-hiding them. Her hazy upward gaze was perfect.
“A slave does everything I order. Anytime, anywhere. Strip if I say strip, take punishment if I say punish, get fucked if I say fuck.”
“...Mmph.”
I pulled my thumb out.
“Puha...”
She stared dazed at my finger. From her red plump lips to my thumb tip, thick saliva stretched.
“Say it. Yu-ra. What are you?”
“...I am,”
Slightly resentful eyes, but I signaled to continue; her lips moved.
“Seong-u's... slave.”
“What's a slave?”
“If Seong-u says punish... I take it... Strip if strip, fuck if... Hic. Fuck... I'm that kind of slave...”
“Again.”
I gripped her waist, pulled her close. Legs spread; her pussy pressed my thigh naturally. Straddling like cowgirl, already soaked. My thigh slickened.
“Hauuk...”
“Bitch. Say it.”
Light slap to her cheek.
“Eut...”
Tormented by lust and pain, she stared.
“I... haa... am Seong-u's bitch...”
“...Good girl.”
Embracing her, I bit her neck hard. The night was just beginning.