Training Seo Yuri Into a Slave (9)

If it were up to me, I would have bought a whip that could be used permanently, but the gold I'd received as sponsorship from the Constellations currently amounted to a mere 200G.

So, after much deliberation, I decided to purchase the Red Candle.

Its special property—producing dramatic results when used to train a slutty feminist bitch who still wasn't fully broken—seemed perfect for breaking Seo Yuri, who turned out to have more backbone than I'd expected.

I didn't strictly need the Red Candle to train her, but the urge to immediately test an item bought from the Coin Shop was strong. People are like that: once curiosity strikes, they want to try it right away.

Without hesitation, I spoke the purchase order to the Bojichang.

Ding!

A cheerful chime rang out as a message appeared.

The moment I selected the Red Candle, the gold sponsored by the Constellations dropped from 200G to 150G.

Considering how hard it was to earn Coin sponsorships from the Constellations, the gold felt a little precious—but I still wanted to try an item from the Coin Shop at least once.

And just like magic, a Red Candle appeared right in front of my eyes.

The moment I closed my fingers around it, the illusory candle became solid and real. Holding it felt exactly like unboxing a newly delivered package.

The Red Candle was about fifteen centimeters long—shorter than an ordinary candle. It looked like something that would be used up after only a few applications. I couldn't wait to try this product on the feminist bitches who were going to become my slaves.

The method of use was simple. Bind a disobedient feminist bitch, then drip the candle's melted wax onto her body. The pheromones contained in the dripping wax would remodel both her mind and her body.

Conveniently, Seo Yuri was already bound, so every preparation was complete. Thinking about it, the item had the drawback of being hard to use unless the feminist bitch was already completely subdued. Well, that just meant the effect would be that much more outstanding.

Drip... drip...

I let the wax from the Red Candle trickle down onto Seo Yuri's thoroughly bound body. She howled and shuddered violently, then promptly fainted.

Almost immediately a cheerful chime rang in my ears.

Oh! The effect was insanely fast.

Only a few minutes after using it, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pheromones from the Red Candle had already turned her into a slave and upgraded her character profile. I selected without a second thought.

"Confirm."

The moment I did, Seo Yuri's character profile spread across a screen only I could see.

Even though it was a one-time-use item and that felt wasteful, the Red Candle bought with Constellation-sponsored gold delivered exactly as advertised. Seo Yuri's taming rate, which had been stuck at a mere five percent, shot up by a full forty percent in one go. On top of that, I even learned her weaknesses.

The pussy I could understand—she was a slut, after all. But the soles of her feet? That was unexpected.

While I was at it, I checked the overall Slut Taming Rates of all the bitches.

The short-haired fucking bitch was rotting in prison and I'd never see her again, so in practical terms Seo Yuri currently held the highest taming rate. That made her my most loyal slave right now.

Of course, the Slut Taming Rate dropped a little every day if you didn't keep training them steadily. Even if it was a hassle, I had to keep working the sluts a bit every single day. The moment I got careless, my number-one slave Seo Yuri—currently at forty-five percent—could drop and stab me in the back.

Kim Mihui's taming rate was only thirty-five percent, yet she already obeyed like a house-trained mutt. I was looking forward to seeing just how obedient a forty-five-percent-tamed Seo Yuri would be.

While she was still unconscious, I cut away every rope that had been binding her. Now that she was my loyal number-one slave, there was no longer any need to keep Employee Seo Yuri tied up.

Slap, slap!

After slicing the ropes free with a knife, I gave Employee Seo Yuri's cheek a light smack. She came to at once, her large, pretty eyes fluttering open.

"Ah... where...?"

Still not fully grasping the situation, Employee Seo Yuri blinked her big eyes and looked around. I wanted to give her a few basic slave commands and see how she responded. Even though the Bojichang had confirmed her slave taming rate at forty-five percent, the old saying about tapping the stone bridge before crossing still held—better to be sure of everything.

I fixed her with a sharp stare.

"Miss Seo Yuri. Do you know who I am?"

Employee Seo Yuri looked up at me with vacant eyes, as if her reason had short-circuited. Then her gaze filled with raw terror and dread; her eyes turned red as she stared at me before finally lowering her head.

Good. That was exactly the look I wanted. There was definitely a change.

"M-Master... you are."

Her voice trembled slightly, whether from fear or something else. As expected, the first requirement of a slave seemed to be fear and terror toward her Master.

"Yes. Then what should a slave do in front of her Master?"

Only then did Seo Yuri seem to realize she had dared to sit in a casual posture before her Master. She dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Master. I've committed a capital offense. Daring to sit comfortably in front of Master... please punish me."

I'd expected it, but Employee Seo Yuri was an even better-trained number-one slave than I'd imagined. Unlike the dense Junior Manager Kim Mihui, she already knew what she'd done wrong and was begging for punishment on her own.

In that case, shall I test Employee Seo Yuri's loyalty a little?

"Very well. A bitch like you putting on a disgraceful display in front of Master deserves a small punishment. Miss Seo Yuri. When did you last use the bathroom?"

Seo Yuri answered without the slightest hesitation.

"An hour ago, during lunch, Master."

"Then you can urinate right here, can't you? Right in front of this Master."

Unlike Junior Manager Kim Mihui, who had hesitated when I ordered her to piss as punishment, Employee Seo Yuri answered at once.

"Yes, Master."

But she was being so meekly obedient that it actually took the fun out of it. I suddenly wanted to give her something more difficult to test her loyalty properly.

What kind of punishment should I hand down to my number-one slave, Employee Seo Yuri? Something more extreme than toilet humiliation play would be forcing her to harm herself, but I wasn't some psychopathic pervert who got off watching other people self-mutilate. That was just gross and boring.

Wasn't there something more special that would put Employee Seo Yuri in a real bind?

Then an idea struck me. I looked down at her pretty face.

"Miss Seo Yuri, you're a bitch slave, so you shouldn't be standing on two legs like a person, right?"

Quick on the uptake, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Seo Yuri dropped onto all fours like a dog and looked up at me, waiting for the next command.

"Then, our Miss Seo Yuri. Since a bitch like you isn't allowed to use the toilet... go over to that corner, lift one leg, and take a piss."

Employee Seo Yuri began crawling awkwardly on all fours toward the corner of the supply closet. From behind, her plump ass and the lewd white lace panties peeking between her skirt looked delicious. I picked up Junior Manager Kim Mihui's phone and started filming.

Once she reached the corner, Employee Seo Yuri pulled her panties down with her hands. Then she discovered the thick, large object still buried in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her private place and looked back at me with a troubled expression—exactly like a bitch desperately seeking her Master's permission.

I kept my face cold and severe.

"Miss Seo Yuri. Just because something's stuck in there doesn't mean you can't piss. Stop whining and do your business already."

Face flushed scarlet, Seo Yuri lifted one leg like a dog while the thick, large object remained buried inside her. But because of the thing plugging her private place, the urine wouldn't come out cleanly. Whether from shame or arousal, her expression turned obscenely lewd.

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I kept filming her pissing with the phone camera and spoke.

"Miss Seo Yuri. Look over here. That way the camera can catch how vulgarly you're pissing."

Obeying the order, Seo Yuri alternated her shame-filled gaze between the phone camera and me. Then, because the thick object inside her made it hard to go, she began moaning and straining to force the urine out.

"Haaah... haeuk... ahhhnnn!"

I barked at her in a freezing tone.

"Miss Seo Yuri. Is that all you've got? You need to piss vulgarly and quickly so we can move on to the next thing, don't we?"

Reprimanded, Employee Seo Yuri redoubled her efforts to urinate. But urine, when you think about it, comes from roughly the same hole as the fluids a woman produces when she's aroused. In that case, my first-class slave Employee Seo Yuri was struggling so hard—I ought to help her out.

I looked at her and slipped my left hand into my pocket. Then...

I pressed the switch to help her urinate smoothly.

At once—

Vrrrrrrr!

The object buried deep in Employee Seo Yuri's private place began to thrash vulgarly, buzzing and vibrating.