Kim Soi's Atonement
Kim Soi followed him up to the third floor. No one else was there. The place was empty except for him and her.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Kim Soi clamped her mouth shut in response. She didn't know. Even she herself had no idea what she truly desired. There were just too many reasons why she should submit to him now, and she couldn't pinpoint which one was compelling her to kneel before him.
She wanted to become part of this organization. As a prisoner atoning for her crimes, she didn't want to end up as a slave. She wanted to stand tall and proud, growing this territory alongside them. She craved a smoke. Better food. The freedom to roam and play like everyone else.
Her subordinates' sorry state felt entirely her fault. If selling her body could improve their treatment, she'd offer it up without hesitation. She wanted to apologize. To be forgiven by this incredibly kind man for her past overreach. She wanted to be loved. To receive the warm gaze he gave other women, not that cold stare. She wanted to be held. She'd never endured a man's gaze—let alone one that didn't disgust her—for so long. If Han Seohee was right and it felt that good, she wanted to experience it.
Countless desires and reasons churned inside her.
...
So Kim Soi couldn't speak. Instead, she stripped.
He watched impassively. She wasn't wearing anything too heavy, so it didn't take long to bare herself completely. Naked, she prostrated herself on the hard wooden floor.
"I was wrong..."
The urge to apologize wasn't absent. But even she didn't know how much weight that apology carried in her heart. Maybe this was just an excuse. Her desire to join the group, to help her subordinates, to avoid this good man's hatred—it could all be deception. Perhaps she was already addicted to cigarettes, willing to sell her soul for a single one. Maybe she didn't care about her crew's welfare at all, just craving better food and treatment without end. Her claims of reflection and regret might all be lies. Sickening self-deception to fool even herself.
Yet Kim Soi could do nothing but bow her head before him. At this point, no other choices remained. She could only await his judgment.
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Reforming them was far more tedious and uncomfortable than I'd imagined.
The captives hadn't caused any real trouble. They didn't complain about their lot, and aside from occasional bickering, they didn't fight or try to kill each other. No escape attempts, and they worked diligently enough. Production had dipped lately, but no outright slacking.
Still, it bothered me. Leaving someone to watch them felt uneasy, and seeing them locked up gnawed at me. No helping it. It was like people who hated politics or gruesome crime stories—I just didn't want to feel those negative emotions.
They deserved punishment. Death was too much, but they had to pay. I hadn't anticipated this, though.
"I was wrong..."
She'd stripped on her own. Amateur compared to Sua's flawless dogeza. Clothes scattered haphazardly, posture imperfect. But that clumsiness stirred me more.
She'd never imagined ending up like this in her life. Never dreamed she'd strip and grovel before the man she'd captured, begging atonement. Her red bob swayed wildly. Her waist and hips traced lewd curves. Overall, toned. Faint muscles everywhere hinted at her rough mercenary days. No excess fat. I'd noticed when we first brought her here—her body was undeniably hot.
...
If it was just good or bad, fucking her wouldn't be repulsive or unpleasant.
"Answer me."
But I wanted her reasons. If she genuinely liked me, no reason to refuse. If not, I had to stop her.
"..."
She peeked up, gauging my mood. No intention of honesty. Wondering what answer would keep me from hating her.
"I, I think my crimes are too grave, so I'm reflecting... trying to atone..."
"What do you want."
She took a deep breath, then spoke slowly.
"I'll... become your sex slave."
"Hm?"
I hadn't expected her to go that far.
"You know what that means, right?"
Hell, I'd never even experienced it myself. I'd heard slaves couldn't resist orders, that defying them caused unbearable agony no matter what. But I'd never tested it. Just seen non-slaves shudder at the tales.
"I know. But... to atone for my sins, I think that's necessary—"
"I wasn't planning anything that extreme."
It was basically life imprisonment. No different from devoting her remaining years to me.
"Otherwise, you could just do it anyway, right? Without my consent."
She was right. If she wanted to offer me something, her freedom was all she had.
"Don't... need my body?"
Her becoming my slave would solve a lot, true.
"I, I can serve Master's cock really well. Like a meat toilet, I'll take it hard and eager..."
Shed talked plenty with Seohee—must've gotten the gist from her.
"I'll say it again. You don't need to become my sex slave to atone."
I kept staring at her naked form. The body that couldn't resist if I ravaged it mercilessly right now.
"...Fuck me, please."
But she was stubborn. Wouldn't budge.
I could guess at people's hearts to a degree, but not read them fully. No malice from her. If it was a ploy for escape or revenge, she wouldn't offer slavery.
So maybe just fucking her was fine. Embracing her as my heart desired, brutalizing that alluring body.
I'd suffered the biggest loss from her arson. Me claiming compensation wasn't so strange.
My patience was fraying. My cock hardened.
"Hey."
I approached the prone Soi.
"Is this really what you want? No regrets?"
Time to simplify. Whatever she wanted didn't matter. Just whether it was her choice.
"Yes."
"Doing this won't change how your women are treated."
Silence lingered. Then she nodded.
"...That's fine."
"Being my slave might hurt or be painful. No idea what you've heard, but it could be tough."
I didn't love her—not yet. No special reason to fuck her. I wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but no mercy either.
"Still... fuck me, please..."
She didn't waver.
Kim Soi has requested to become your sex slave.
Do you accept?
The status window popped up. I glanced between Soi and it.
...What the hell?
I couldn't fathom her thoughts.
One thing was clear: she was more unstable now than when she'd first called me boss.
...
For her sake, maybe I should accept.
Ha.
Excuses, probably. Justification to trap her as a slave doomed to suffer without my mercy, then use her for my lust.
Still, I wanted it all. No letting her off scot-free, no keeping all her women imprisoned. And yeah, I wanted to fuck that naked body. Couldn't stop imagining her pussy's shape.
"Put your clothes on."
"N-No! Please! Should I... masturbate right now? Show you how slutty I am, how good you'd feel fucking me—"
I hit accept on the status window.
"...Kids are waiting. We're heading home—follow me."
Kim Soi smiled. Complex emotions laced it.
"Thank you... sincerely... for taking a woman like me as your slave."
At least she didn't seem to hate it.