Hetero vs. Lesbian (4): Seung-ah's Obedience Test
It felt satisfying when Ah-young ruined her future. She was the bitch who'd treated me like a stalker, after all. It was even more gratifying when I buried her husband. He was the bastard who'd lusted after what was mine. But manhandling Seung-ah like that? It'd probably sour my mood. We'd spent the last few days getting cozy, and she hadn't pulled any shit deserving "punishment" like the other two. Truth be told, it wasn't exactly fun. But damn, her obedient compliance even through the hardship was satisfying. The thrill of conquest—having her at my feet, doing whatever I wanted—was electric. One-sided, forceful sex that tormented her was insanely stimulating. I'd discovered the pleasure of domination. Plus, I'd disciplined her so she wouldn't get cocky again. Two birds with one stone. I'd made her a proper slave, so no guilt there.
I'd been a total loser who couldn't even imagine tormenting anyone. But then I met the status window, and everything changed. Escaping my pathetic loser days was surprise enough, but now I had zero qualms about taking what I wanted.
'This must be what blackening feels like. I'm really changing.'
I sprawled out on the bed in euphoria, stretching my limbs wide—a gesture bidding farewell to my old life of cowering. Seeing how far this blackening would go was just a bonus resolve.
My crotch felt warm, so I looked down. Seung-ah was diligently licking the cum off my dick. Such a devoted woman. I lifted her chin with my hand, making her look up at me. Earlier it had been my foot; I'd grown generous in the meantime.
"I treasure what's mine, but I can't stand anyone trying to climb over me. You get what I mean, right?"
"...I'll keep that in mind."
Her listless expression pleased me. Hopefully, this had completely broken her free will.
> Obedience: 60/100
As if reading my mind, the [Slave] menu updated. Obedience shot up by 10, and an "obedient" status was added.
'Does that mean she's become an obedient slave?'
Suddenly, I wondered just how obedient she was. Ways to test a female slave's obedience...
...Yeah, there were some.
*****
"Come with me this weekend."
"Ah..."
"But we're meeting a woman. Not just meeting—I'm gonna fuck her. Right in front of you."
Her eyes widened, but they soon returned to normal. A mix of shock and resigned inevitability.
"Another... slave?"
"Nah, you're my only slave... Just a fuck buddy I meet up with."
"Like a sex partner, then."
"Yeah, something like that."
Joy flickered at "only," despair at "sex." In seconds, Seung-ah was yo-yoing between heaven and hell.
"If it's too hard, you don't have to come. I'll allow that much."
"Aren't you saying that because you want me there, Master?"
"Pretty much."
"Then I'll go. It's what you want."
"What makes you think I want that?"
"It's a test, right? I have to not get jealous in my heart, and definitely not when watching. Otherwise, it'd be different."
Smart girl. She'd nailed my intent.
"Can you handle it?"
"I'll handle it. If I'm obedient to you, you'll treasure me, right? You'll keep spoiling me."
The despair in her expression had faded a lot. She'd realized she couldn't monopolize me. Good sign.
After wrapping up with Seung-ah, I called Woo-jin.
"So, thinking of bringing Seung-ah along. That cool?"
'I don't care, but what's the deal with you and that woman? Are you really her master?'
"No need for details on her side, but yeah, she's super dependent on me."
'Then you're her master. Damn, lucky bastard.'
"You're jerking off watching me fuck, and you say that?"
'Oh yeah. Your woman becomes mine soon, huh? Haha.'
Psycho.
'But does she know you're gonna fuck Yu-jin? You okay with her seeing that?'
"She already knows, so no issue."
"Open-minded. Looked jealous last time, though."
Woo-jin had noticed too.
"Anyway, bringing Seung-ah, so let's sync up beforehand."
Saturday—we arrived at the beach villa, and Woo-jin immediately handed out clothes to change into. Trunks for me, a maid outfit for Seung-ah.
"What the hell is this?"
"Referee assistant uniform."
"Why's that a maid outfit?"
"Judge after she puts it on. Dressing room's over there, Seung-ah."
"Ah, yes..."
She glanced at me for approval. I nodded, even though she'd glared at Woo-jin. Honestly, I was curious too.
"Master... how do I look?"
Seung-ah emerged, and my jaw dropped. Miniskirt with a deep cleavage look. Think the outrageous dresses actresses wear to award shows—the kind that barely covers the nipples while emphasizing the tits. Shorten the skirt, and the destructive power was indescribable.
"Knew it that day. Covering those tits is a betrayal of humanity!"
Too horny to call him a psycho. My dick was rock-hard; couldn't complain.
Separate from the exposure, the elegant design appealed to Seung-ah too.
"Custom-made by a Japanese artisan who's sewn nothing but maid outfits for 40 years. One of a kind."
Bullshit, but he'd clearly picked it on purpose. Since he knew our relationship, he said it was fine to call me "Master" in front of him. Every time Seung-ah said it, Woo-jin panted beside us. He'd prepped this pricey custom shit just to see a maid-clad Seung-ah call me Master. Scary bastard.
His scariness didn't end there. Outside the villa, the pool between the beach and building was totally revamped. Last time, it was empty and abandoned.
"This is today's battleground."
The pool and surroundings were spotless. The sun-glistened water evoked a picturesque early summer. Fuck the contest—I wanted to dive in with Seung-ah for some fun.
Poolside: a huge canopy shading the sun and a sunbed big enough for two to roll around. Last time, we'd struggled on a narrow one for paizuri; now, plenty of space to pound freely.
'Come to think of it, porn labels like Vixen or Blacked often use spots like this. Feels just like that. Recreating a porn scene with an idol group member—who gets this luxury?'
"Hard to find sunbeds this big. Took effort, so make it hot today."
Don't worry, asshole. I'll burn this body up good.
While checking out the pool, it hit me, so I asked Woo-jin.
"Eun-seo know your relationship with Yu-jin?"
"Childhood friends? Yeah."
"And you still asked her to ref? Could bias against you for Yu-jin's sake."
"Heh, turned it to my advantage."
"How?"
"Told her I dislike you and wanna split you and Yu-jin. She OK'd it right away."
Damn, this guy's smarter than he looks.
As we chatted, Yu-jin and Eun-seo descended the stairs connected to the second floor. Yu-jin's body was familiar, no big thrill. But Eun-seo, one of idol-kind's top figures... words failed. Profile said 171cm, but her proportions made her seem taller. Naturally perfect build no surgery could fake—she floated down the stairs like a goddess descending. A heavenly celebrity with face and body.
"Master. You're drooling. Want me to wipe it?"
"N-no, I'm good."
She kept distance, scanning me up and down.
So-so, watchable. Did Yu-jin like this type? Or maybe down there...
Her gaze lingered briefly below my waist. Quest-related, so inner thoughts visible? Checked status—no Eun-seo info.
Her eyes shifted to Seung-ah, who hid slightly behind me at the burdensome stare. Eun-seo's brow furrowed.
Tch...
Incomprehensible mutter. Something piss her off? Yu-jin spotted Seung-ah and asked Woo-jin.
"Who's that?"
"My assistant."
"Assistant?"
"Figured we need to check the woman's arousal too. Even if I'm the expert, I'm a guy. Better judge with a woman's input."
"Never mentioned that. What if you bring just anyone?"
"She's trustworthy, don't worry. Bro approved too. More people means better chance to get you excited. Don't wanna win?"
His words hit home; she shut up. With Woo-jin, Eun-seo, and Seung-ah watching, arousal would skyrocket. Lucky Eun-seo didn't know Yu-jin's walls. We were starting from a massive advantage. And I had a trump card to seal the win: the Wall-Breaker Ticket from the last quest's random box.