004. Training (2)
Han Yu-ra felt a flush of embarrassment as she paid the motel bill. Her head spun in a hazy, intoxicating fog. Truth be told, she'd been a little aroused ever since Im Seong-u had groped her breasts in the car, kneading them like dough. It hurt, but the situation was irresistible—strapped into the seatbelt, toyed with violently by a man physically stronger than her. Somehow, that thrilled her, whether physically, situationally, or mentally.
Even Im Seong-u had made her pay the motel fee.
That jerk... Stress gnawed at Yu-ra. She'd never set foot in a motel before. She knew vaguely about overnight stays and day-use rooms, but it felt like he was deliberately making her do something shameful. Her feelings were hurt.
It's because of the law. There were stats showing that if a woman paid at a motel, it lowered the chances of a blackmail claim being recognized. It felt like she was literally paying to get fucked, and her pride stung fiercely.
She snatched the key card quickly and, in the elevator, shot a resentful glance up at her master. Their eyes met. For some reason, her body froze in that instant. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. It felt like this moment was something special.
Her heart pounded wildly.
I'm... about to get fucked now.
It was a fact. That reality hit her so hard she couldn't think straight. Soon she'd be stripping. And tonight would be like last time. Im Seong-u wouldn't be gentle.
To cling to some shred of human dignity, Yu-ra spoke as they entered the motel room. She hoped flowing with it might soften him a bit.
"I-I'll shower..."
But Im Seong-u cut her off.
"Take off your clothes."
His gaze burned into her body like fire. Feeling a mix of shame and heart-fluttering excitement, Yu-ra walked toward him as if drunk and began undressing. His eyes roamed her breasts and pussy like a tongue licking them over.
Ugh... so embarrassing.
She wished he'd undress her himself. Stripping in front of him made her feel like a true sex slave. Yu-ra had no classy stripper moves. What if he didn't like it? The worry vanished in a flash. Suddenly, overwhelming shame hit her.
Why the hell am I even worrying about that...?
-Swish.
This was only the second time, but baring herself naked in front of her subordinate still felt utterly unfamiliar. A blaze of humiliation surged through her. Heat bloomed on her face. Beads of sweat formed on her skin.
"Ha-ut..."
In the rudest way, Im Seong-u sucked on her navel, leaving a mark—like claiming his property.
Haa... I'm... about to get it now.
As Yu-ra let out a small sigh through pursed lips, her master whispered into her ear. His voice was soft but clear.
"What are you?"
"...Ugh."
His challenging tone sent a chill through her. For some reason, a sharp sensation hit above her panties. Her precious place was being touched.
In truth, she'd been slightly wet since the breast groping earlier. A tingle raced up her back. Yu-ra's thighs trembled as she endured it.
"What did you promise to do with me?"
Yu-ra couldn't answer for a long time. When she didn't, -smack. Im Seong-u slapped the top of her panties threateningly.
The most precious part of a woman's body. The sharp impact there made her bend instinctively. Yu-ra gasped roughly.
...My pussy... got hit...? If I mess up...?
Terror parted her red lips naturally. She tried clenching her thighs in resistance, but when a thick finger stroked below her pussy, it was too hard to fight.
"With Master..."
Unable to wait, Im Seong-u groped more roughly. No trace of care—just humiliating, brutal handling, like hurry up and get wet so I can fuck you.
But that fingering aroused Yu-ra anyway. Sweat and juices soaked her panties dark at the crotch.
Finally, she broke.
"Ahh, ugh, sex—we promised to do sex."
Shame. Fear. An inexplicable thrill. Yu-ra rubbed against Im Seong-u even more, their body heat mingling deeper as her flesh yielded.
-Smack.
Yu-ra flinched. The stinging pain from the palm raced up her ass, and she realized she'd been spanked.
"Augh..."
I'm... the CEO, but...
If she failed, punishment. If she didn't serve Master properly, her pussy tormented, ass spanked, forced to apologize. The thought heated her body. Miserable, yet relieving—no responsibilities here.
In the end, Yu-ra buried her face in his nape. A faint sweat scent wafted from his neck.
Haa... hnn...
Somehow, inhaling that made it hard to stand.
"Right. What do you call someone who always has sex with Master?"
"...Slave."
Yu-ra said it with an embarrassed expression. She wasn't trying to cry, but hugging his neck with both arms brought tears anyway.
Im Seong-u spoke.
"Yes. What should a slave do?"
His fingers snaked like snakes under her panty crotch, stroking the already soaked part. She clenched her thighs. The sensation of his fingers trapped between thighs and lower belly felt intensely lewd even to her.
"...Do, hnn, what Master tells me to do."
"You're a slave."
His juice-slick thumb entered her mouth. Without resistance, she sucked diligently at the thumb coated in her own pussy juices.
Haa... just like that time.
"Mmm..."
She worked her tongue, peeking at his reaction. Master seemed pleased.
Good...
In normal sex, both would be undressing by now, but Im Seong-u was still clothed. Only Yu-ra stood naked like livestock. She sucked his thumb noisily while enduring the pussy fingering.
-Squelch, squelch, squish...
"A slave does everything I tell her to. Anytime, anywhere. Strip if I say strip, take punishment if I say punish, get fucked if I say fuck."
"...Mm."
When Yu-ra pulled her mouth away, a long string connected her lips to his finger. Always stripping, always punished, always fucked—it made her feel like a total bitch in heat.
Irritating. But the submission she'd never felt last time burned vividly on her bare skin.
"Say it. Yu-ra. What are you?"
"...I am,"
Her lips trembled. Each syllable crumbled her pride, heart thumping.
"Seong-u's slave."
"What is a slave?"
"If Seong-u says punish, I take it... strip if strip, get f-fucked if... hnn. Fucked—slave who gets fucked..."
"Again."
Yu-ra couldn't take it anymore. Entranced, she draped her dripping thighs over his. The rough fabric rasped her sensitive parts, a twinge of pain.
Why? Even that texture aroused her wildly. Straddling like cowgirl, her pussy juice dampened his pants a bit. The rubbing felt so good she craved more.
"Hahk..."
"Bitch. Say it."
-Smack.
Im Seong-u slapped her cheek. Yu-ra winced, accepting the punishment. Her cheek burned, humiliation rising.
Haa... I've never been slapped by anyone...
The chilling fear of punishment if wrong—like childhood. It made her heart race chaotically. She wanted to cling tighter, earn praise.
Tears welling, lips quivering: "I... haa... Seong-u's bitch..."
As reward, Im Seong-u bit her neck.
...
I couldn't hold back. But fucking her now felt like it'd waste the night, so I told her.
"Yu-ra."
"...Yes."
Her voice, now perfectly obedient, sweetly pierced my ear. I told her.
"Stand up and take off your underwear."
"Got it... Master..."
She reached back, unhooked her bra, slipped off her panties. Seeing that hardened my cock. Han Yu-ra's tits were huge no matter how many times I saw them—soft, white, vulgar slabs of flesh. At the tips, light-brown nipples stood erect.
A depraved thought struck: Pregnant, milk comes out those, right?
Organs to feed babies. Organs that get a man hard, make pussy wet when sucked. That thought made holding back impossible.
Finally, she was fully naked. Staring piercingly at her slightly grown pubic hair, she started to cover her lower belly but stopped. One hand moved there instead. She fondled it like it was my toy.
Touching the already moist fur slicked her hand with sticky juices.
-Squelch.
Squelch. Squish.
Fingering. I shoved a second finger into her pussy entrance, scraping and pulling inside. The opening clenched slickly. Deeper, soft walls squeezed my fingers tight.
"Hah-ut, hnn... h-ha, Mas-ter..."
Yu-ra's face melted into pure bitch. Leaning on my shoulder, she drooled from the scraping inside her pussy.
Yu-ra tried grabbing my wrist with both hands.
"Hands off."
I smacked her bare ass hard.
-Crack.
"Ah, hnnngh!"
"Greet me."
"Hnn, hnnk... Thank you..."
Humiliation soaked her expression as she clung to my shoulder muscles with both hands. Her pussy below dripped sticky juices profusely.
-Squelch, squish.
Squelch...
"Ah, ha-ut, hnnk... it... hurts... haa..."
Yu-ra's eyes glazed over dreamily. Leaning on me to stand must've been tough. She left lipstick marks on my shoulder, drooling sloppily. My shirt dampened a bit. Her sweat scent heated the air.
"Yu-ra."
"Yes..."
"Hands on the wall."
"...Uh."
Yu-ra got my intent. The wall I pointed to was mirrored. Love hotel style—mirrors everywhere.
Fucking here, I'd see her tits jiggling fully. Shy and reluctant, she said,
"Why?"
"At least... on the bed..."
I brought fingers back to her pussy. Thumb tormented her clit, index scraped inside.
"Ah, hak..."
With my other hand, I grabbed her hair, yanking her head up. Her wrecked expression reflected fully.
"Hey."
"Hah... sor, sorry, Master..."
Tears streamed down Yu-ra's face. Her lips looked especially red today.
"Gonna keep rebelling?"
"N-no... Mas... haak, kyaaah!"
I smacked her pussy. Splash. Her thighs snapped shut suddenly. Legs crossed in an X—so fucking stimulating.
"Obey."
"Yesss..."
Yu-ra walked to the wall, placed both hands on it. Arched her back, thrust out her huge ass.
Surprisingly flexible pose—she nailed it, probably from Pilates. From this angle, her dripping pussy juice trailed down her thighs, her precious spot fully visible.
I fingered her glistening pink labia like a toy; she shuddered, drooling on the floor.
I undid my belt. My cock was rock-hard already.
"Haa... ugh... l-like this? Master?"
Looked tough to hold, but I didn't care. One hand gripped her waist tight. My cock's upper side pressed against her sleek, curvy ass.
"Ugh..."
Cock tip met her slick, sloppy pussy; Yu-ra's shoulders quivered softly.
"...Ahng, M-Master... slow... ugh."
I grabbed her ponytail like a handle. In full doggy, I slammed my cock balls-deep into her proffered ass.
"Hyaguuut...!"
Yu-ra's face slackened. As her head dropped, losing balance, I yanked her hair, forcing her to watch her shameful self.
"Yu-ra."
"...Hnnk..."
"No dropping your head or slacking. Or you'll get spanked. Got it?"
Yu-ra answered.
"Haa... hnnk, yesss..."
I began moving my hips, little by little.