Slave Maker (3): Slave Contracts and the Ex-Husband's Intrusion

Explanations of each stage followed. I'd been wondering how they were distinguished anyway, so it looked like the status window had read my mind.

Sex friends and slaves were distinguished by whether the relationship was independent or submissive. Recalling Han Yu-jin's and Oh Seung-ah's tendencies made the picture clear. Considering the quests I'd completed so far, sex friends and slaves made sense, but I couldn't figure out why "girlfriend" was necessary. It wasn't what I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wanted, and the emotion of love didn't match the quest's purpose.

'What the hell does the status window want from me, bringing up girlfriends? And even requiring qualifications for it.'

Lost in these thoughts, I felt a warm sensation below. Looking down, Oh Seung-ah was peeling off the condom and sucking my dick. Cleanup fellatio. Her diligent tongue work meticulously licked away every trace of semen. The sight of her seductive lips gliding up and down the shaft was unbearably erotic.

Of course... it got rock hard again.

I desperately wanted round two, but I held back. I wanted to wrap up the quest with a variety of positions. Savoring Oh Seung-ah's mouth pussy chased away my earlier curiosity. As expected, nothing beat sex for clearing a troubled mind. Still curious about the new menu options, I opened the [Slave] menu.

Sexual orientation and erogenous zones were gone, replaced by keywords, and favorability had changed to obedience.

'Obedience tip...'

Obedience tip had taken the place of strategy tip, but it was hidden. Like with the heroine menu, I probably needed to do something to unlock it.

'Pre-contract means I need to make a contract, but how? And what's a keyword?'

As if reading my mind, a message appeared in the air.

'So how do I use a keyword to make a contract!'

No response. It skipped the most important part and went silent. Why?

*****

Looking out the window, I felt weight on my shoulder and arm. Before I knew it, Oh Seung-ah had leaned against me and was sleeping soundly. The tension from the outdoor sex must have finally worn off. I lowered the backrest for her comfort, and she let out a soft "mmph," burrowing deeper into my chest. It felt weird saying this about an older woman, but she was so lovable.

Hyun Woo-jin messaged me, so I started chatting.

With her favorability at 90, of course it looked that way to him.

Here we go again. This guy would nag until I said okay.

In the end, I told him to come over once the cast was off. Ugh, gross bastard.

The next day, I entered abstinence mode. I was saving my last shot for cast removal day. Just three days to endure. Of course, abstinence didn't include similar sexual acts.

— Slurp, slurp... smack, chuuurp

"Hngh, Seung-ah. It's really fine today..."

"Nooo. I wanna do it."

"Don't talk with my dick in your mouth."

"Haa~ But I want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to."

"The cast is uncomfortable. It'll be off tomorrow, so we'll do it properly then."

"You're not bored of my body, right?"

"Bored? We haven't even done it properly yet."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Hehe~ Okay then."

She kept sucking. After two days, her status had shifted to frustrated. Wonder if she'd handle it later. Yeah right.

The next day—

"Don't get complacent just because the cast is off. It'll be stiff for about a week."

Finally free from the cast. I'd worried after the outdoor sex, but it was fine. Grinning ear to ear, Oh Seung-ah and I left the hospital. She said she'd do laundry before leaving, so I headed home first. Today was her last day of service. I waited for her to have lunch together, but she didn't show.

'Why's she so late?'

Her phone just rang endlessly. I thought about going, but remembered the molka. I could check what she was doing without going. I launched the molka-linked app.

When the screen lit up, an unbelievable scene unfolded before my eyes.

*****

"Mmph... mmph, mmph!"

"Fuck, shut up!"

Oh Seung-ah lay on the bed, hands and feet bound. A gag-like thing muffled her mouth. She struggled desperately, but a few slaps silenced her. The bastard grinning viciously from above was... her ex-husband.

'Why the hell is that fucker here all of a sudden?'

I reconsidered. Not sudden. After tumbling down the stairs, with no response from me, he'd been curious about what happened. Oh Seung-ah wouldn't have contacted him... Even if he snooped around, she'd been at my place constantly since then, so no meeting. Must've been dying of curiosity. Then he ran into her today and pulled this shit.

Saw his ex-wife, watered up from sex with me, and lost it, the dog bastard.

'Even so, starting something like this?'

The husband bastard roughly groped her breasts and started sucking noisily. His hand dove under her disheveled skirt, fumbling wildly. Desperately trying to arouse her. Oh Seung-ah tried to escape somehow, but with a burly guy pinning her down, there was no answer.

They say rage peaks and turns calm—guess that's experience talking. That was my state now. Flames shot from my eyes, but my cooled mind kept warning against rash action, soothing the emotions. Otherwise, I'd have bolted out already. Without any plan.

Before the status window, I was used to losing rather than taking. I'd think someone needed it more, count it as helping—it's not like I absolutely needed it—and jerk off to that. Why volunteer for loss, become the easy mark people could fleece without backlash? To hear I was a good guy? What did 27 years of that leave me?

If the status window hadn't blackened me, I'd still be the pathetic loser getting kicked around. Seeing that smirking fucker on screen differently now. He threw her away, now wants to reclaim her? But she's mine already. Stealing my thing?

So what to do?

'Show him hell, of course. Drive him so mad he wants to kill himself.'

My arm was a bit stiff, but movable. Something useful... the stun gun again. But this guy wasn't a pushover like Ah-young or Woo-jin. Last time, his punches hit hard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for a civilian. He worked out regularly; good build. Risky to rely solely on the stun gun.

'Gotta drag him off the bed and immobilize him...'

While pondering, the scene escalated. The bastard started stripping off Oh Seung-ah's panties. No time left now.