Mouth-Pussy Service Training (3)
"Gurk... Ugh..."
Heo Seong-ah clutched her thighs, head bowed low, her body shuddering from the lingering aftershocks of the electric jolt. Her limp hair swayed weakly toward the floor, tears spilling from her eyes in heavy drops. It was a heartbreaking sight, but as her owner, Jun-ha couldn't afford to feel pity. This was discipline, after all.
"Seong-ah, time to try again, right?"
"Hic...!"
"Answer me."
"Y-Yes...!"
Any hint of defiance meant an immediate shock. By now, she must have learned that lesson thoroughly... So even a slight edge in his voice would make her obey without question.
"Alright, go on."
"Yes, Master..."
With trembling limbs, Seong-ah moved into a full prostration, naked dogeza style, forehead to the floor.
"May this lowly female livestock serve you, Master?"
"Good. Next."
This time, she knelt before Jun-ha.
"Dear cock, may I serve you?"
"Yeah."
Finishing her perverse greeting, Heo Seong-ah gazed at his massive member with what she hoped were adoring eyes. His saliva-slick shaft throbbed red and swollen, as if ready to burst at any moment.
"Ugh..."
The foul stench hadn't faded. She fought to keep smiling, but the nausea was an unstoppable reflex.
"Seong-ah."
She flinched. Just hearing her name sent chills down her spine, freezing her body rigid—like time itself had stopped.
"Were you always this fucking stupid? It's barely one page long... and you can't memorize it, so you're just standing there mumbling like an idiot?"
"Huh? What do you...?"
"I clearly said to look at my cock with loving eyes."
"Yes..."
She knew. That's why she'd tried to stare at it lovingly...?
"So why the hell are you making that face?"
"Y-Yes...?"
She had no idea what he meant. Tilting her head in confusion, her innocent expression only fueled his anger.
"Hah... Fuck, was that just a loving look? You were staring at my cock like it fucking disgusted you."
"Th-That was... I mean..."
"You're gonna give me trauma and make me impotent."
Had she... really made that face?
"Hah... You don't even get it, do you? You're worthless trash. You only learn through painful punishment, huh?"
With a short sigh, Jun-ha picked up the remote again. The moment he moved to press the button, Heo Seong-ah desperately grabbed his ankle and clung to him, screaming.
"I-I know it!! I'm smart! I really knew it all!! I'm sorry!! I hate the pain... please! Hic...!"
She hated the pain now. Especially since it targeted her most sensitive spot, the clitoris—it was agony enough to make her wish for death. If she could avoid another shock, she'd do anything.
"Stoooop... Hic, no more pain...!"
"Hah..."
The same sigh as before. But faint curses laced with irritation slipped out.
"Hah, fuck... Seong-ah? Move aside, now."
"Please... I was wrong...! I'll do better from now on!"
"Move."
"Master...!"
"Five seconds."
"Hic...!"
"Four."
"Master... please...!"
"Three."
His flat countdown stabbed at her terror.
"Two."
"Ah... Ugh..."
"One."
"S-Sorry! Hic... I was wrong!"
She didn't know why, but the fear was driving her mad. With one second left, she released his ankle and flung herself into naked dogeza, forehead grinding the floor.
"I was wrong! I'll never mess up again... Hic, no more shocks, please..."
"Hah..."
Just another sigh. Jun-ha never imagined the prideful Heo Seong-ah would break this quickly. Was the shock really that bad?
"Seong-ah. Stand up."
"Yes...!"
At his command, she shot to her feet, legs straight.
"Sit."
"Yes, Master!"
This time, she squatted down.
"Stand."
"Yes...!"
"Sit."
"Yes..."
Stand, sit, stand, sit, stand, sit. Jun-ha repeated the pointless commands with a blank stare.
"Huff... Haah..."
After over ten reps, she panted like she'd run a marathon, sweat pouring down her body. She'd never been athletic, and her hypersensitive modifications made even slight movement generate heat.
"Enough."
"Yes, Master..."
"Stay standing."
"Yes...? Yes..."
Unsure what came next, she stood obediently, watching him warily. Jun-ha scanned her body head to toe, smirking.
"Fuck, what a perfect body. Not a single flaw."
"Th-Thank you... Master..."
Every inch—face, breasts, waist, hips, pussy, thighs, fingers, toes—drew men's gazes irresistibly. Without becoming livestock, she might have been scouted on the street for fame as an actress or model. Of course, that was impossible now.
"Seong-ah, what did they actually teach you properly at the Shared Property Facility? Be honest—I'm not mad."
"Um... Nothing..."
She stammered but confessed. She'd skipped most mandatory training, and the final week was hellish modifications. The two days of trainer sessions were laughably inadequate for real use.
"Got it."
If it were another livestock, he'd rage and torment her. But Jun-ha himself had rushed her pickup, advancing the trainer schedule. Punishing a clueless virgin for this felt unfair.
"Whatever. I like it."
No proper training meant he could mold her from scratch to his tastes. Excitement bubbled up, his alcohol-flushed face turning redder.
"Guess telling you to write it down and memorize wouldn't work either, huh?"
"Huh? Yeah..."
An untrained female livestock. She'd gotten mods for mouth-pussy use, pussy use, ass use, breast use... but no clue how to please her owner. Even if she knew in theory, practice was impossible. Right now, deepthroating his swinging cock to the root? No way. Her throat needed gradual expansion.
"Mm... It's your first day, so starting tomorrow, I'll train you my way, nice and thorough."
"Yes..."
"No matter how much you hate it, I'll do what I want. Got it?"
"..."
"Answer me, Seong-ah?"
"Hic, yes, Master..."
She hated it, but had no choice. Swallowing tears, she replied.
"Good. Then tonight, I'll use you my way once and let you rest."
"Huh?"
"Fuck, I made it this hard—you deal with it. You think I'm gonna jerk off alone?"
Still throbbing erect, he pointed at his twitching cock. Sure, he'd gotten excited on his own, but he blamed her and vented his anger.
"Wait here."
Jun-ha went to his room, rummaging in a desk drawer. Not finding it, he tilted his head and headed to the kitchen.
"Ah, found it."
After a while, he returned grinning, holding something. Curious, she looked—two ordinary yellow rubber bands.
"Hic..."
What the hell for? Snapping nipples or pussy? Binding wrists or ankles...?
"Tie up your hair."
"Huh? Yes, Master..."
Her worst imaginings were wrong; it was simple. She bit one band in her mouth, hands behind her back, gathering her scattered hair neatly.
"Ah, twin tails? I wanna see."
"Yes, Master..."
Now she got why two bands. She'd never done pigtails before and shrank, imagining how ridiculous she looked. It was kid stuff—not for an adult woman unless she was an idol with a cute face.
"Ooh~ So cute~"
Luckily, he loved it. Phone camera out, he snapped her face from every angle.
"Now start over."
"Yes..."
Done admiring, he stood tall before her, shaking his cock. Still revolted, she forced the most loving smile she could, parting her lips slightly. Eye contact with his leering gaze, she took the glans in her mouth.
"Good. Now just stay still like that."
"Mmph...?"
Jun-ha gripped her twin-tailed hair like handles.
"I told you, right? Tonight, I use you my way."
"Mmmph... Mmph...!"
Only then did she realize what was coming... but it was too late.