Training Seo Yuri into a Slave (Final, 11)
"Master, that place........."
"Why? Miss Seo Yuri?"
"My f-feet... my feet are dirty, so please stop touching them with your hands, Master. I can't dirty your noble hands with my vulgar feet."
Fucking fox-like bitch.
Her way with words is ridiculously good.
But you know what, Miss Seo Yuri.
No matter how silver-tongued you are, I'm still sitting right on top of your head.
Seo Yuri's weakness.
I'll thoroughly conquer it.
"Is that so? Then how about this. I'll clean those vulgar feet of yours nice and thoroughly with sticky oil myself."
At the words "sticky oil," Seo Yuri reacted by drawing in rough, heavy breaths.
Perverted bitch. I can see she's already turned on.
"Alright then. Let's begin, Employee Seo Yuri."
—Squeak. Pssshhh!
I pulled out the erogenous-zone oil I'd had Assistant Manager Kim Mihui buy in advance and squeezed it into my palm. With a vulgar sound, the white, transparent, sticky oil poured out over my hand.
I rubbed both palms together alternately, spreading the oil thoroughly across every surface.
Then I brought both hands down onto Seo Yuri's insteps.
The moment those oil-slicked hands made contact, her feet already began to tremble as if the sensation had hit her at once.
With a slow, deliberate rhythm, I started coating Employee Seo Yuri's feet in the sticky oil, working from her insteps all the way up her shins.
"Ha... haah. F-forgive me, please. Master."
The instant I began tormenting her feet with the sticky oil, Employee Seo Yuri begged with tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
"Yes? Forgive you for what, exactly? Miss Seo Yuri? I'm simply washing your dirty feet clean with oil and giving you a nice massage. Yet your expression doesn't look so good. Are you in pain somewhere?"
"N-no, Master. It's not that it hurts........."
Employee Seo Yuri trailed off.
She could hardly admit she was already sobbing because a mere foot massage from me was making her feel it.
Once I finished coating her from instep to shin, I put strength into my fingertips and began massaging the tibialis anterior on the front of her leg, pressing firmly into the muscle.
"Hnn... uk! Aahhhk."
Every time I slowly worked acupressure into Employee Seo Yuri's tibialis anterior, lewd sounds kept spilling from her mouth.
"Miss Seo Yuri. You seem quite happy receiving a foot massage from Master. Sobbing like a bitch in heat like this. Now then, next......."
The tibialis anterior is the elastic muscle that sits right beside the outer edge of the tibia—the central shin bone—and it knots up badly after long hours in ill-fitting shoes or high heels.
That was why women like Employee Seo Yuri, who spent entire workdays in heels, had heavily knotted tibialis anteriors; releasing those knots produced enormous pleasure.
Moreover, the oil on my hands right now was mixed with aphrodisiac compounds.
For Employee Seo Yuri, whose feet were already her greatest weakness, the pleasure of having those muscles released combined with pure sexual stimulation must have been an experience of swinging back and forth through paradise.
I focused even harder on working the knots free, repeatedly stroking her legs with slow, caressing motions.
"M-Master! Hahhhhk! Aaaahng!"
Every time my hands touched her, Employee Seo Yuri thrashed her hips and legs, twisting her body like a bitch in heat.
Alright. Now that the bitch seems properly heated, shall we move on to the highlight?
I massaged her with deep yet gentle pressure so she wouldn't tense up, sliding my hands smoothly between instep and sole so the flow never broke even as the focus shifted.
The instep contains various reflex zones, including the diaphragm.
That was why proper instep massage moved gently from the toes toward the ankle, thumbs pushing the hollowed areas in the same direction.
This massage knowledge was know-how I'd built up massaging seniors in the military.
Word had gotten around so thoroughly that I was good at it that I ended up circulating through the officers' rooms giving massages. There had been perks, sure—but plenty of drawbacks too, since I never got to rest properly.
Even an amateur with zero technique could make Employee Seo Yuri lose it just by caressing her feet; when someone who'd actually learned real practical massage worked on her, she was already half-rolling her eyes and gasping for breath.
I didn't forget to keep warming her skin with the oil and my hands so it never cooled.
And when I gently circled and stroked around the ankle bones—linked to a woman's reproductive organs—Employee Seo Yuri's legs trembled continuously, as if she'd been electrocuted.
From the sticky, lewd fluids pouring out of her secret place, her white lace panties were already soaked through completely.
"Haah. Haaahk. Hhhhkk. Haaaang!"
By now she had forgotten even that Master was right in front of her. She had become nothing more than a single bitch, vulgarly screaming out only lewd moans.
She had lost her reason and started racing all the way to the end.
I looked down at Employee Seo Yuri with an amused expression and spoke in a low, cold voice.
"Miss Seo Yuri. It seems the reward I was supposed to give you is finished. Making such vulgar moaning sounds."
The moment I stopped the hands that had been massaging her feet, Seo Yuri bit down on her own hand and shook her head wildly from side to side.
"M-Master. Please, I beg you. C-continue, please. I'll do anything you order, so please........ I beg you."
Employee Seo Yuri, already so thoroughly soaked that instinct had paralyzed reason, had become my perfect slave.
Desperation burned in her eyes.
Well, of course. Stopping right before the climax is like thoroughly rubbing a cock all around a pussy to heat it up and then pulling away.
"Is a mere slave trying to give orders to Master? How insolent, Miss Seo Yuri."
"N-no. Master. How could I dare give orders to Master....... Please, please I beg you. If it's something Master orders, I'll do anything........ Please keep tormenting my feet. Destroy my vulgar feet with Master's noble hands."
"Hoh....... Miss Seo Yuri. Can you really do anything if I order it?"
Employee Seo Yuri muttered like a madwoman, staring at me with reddened eyes.
"I'll do anything. Master. Now I can't live without Master's touch."
"Is that so? Miss Seo Yuri........"
I poured another generous amount of the aphrodisiac-laced oil onto Employee Seo Yuri's white feet and began slowly rubbing it in as I continued speaking.
"Actually, as you already know, Miss Seo Yuri, I have quite a few enemies at the company. So about that........"
The moment my hands started massaging her feet again in a teasing, tickling rhythm, Seo Yuri twisted her entire body, staring up into empty air with crazed eyes.
"I'll kill them. Ha... haah...... M-Master's enemies. I-I'll... kill them all. Master."
I looked at Employee Seo Yuri with a smile.
A very satisfying answer.
The training was progressing exactly according to my intentions.
"Yes. Miss Seo Yuri. As expected of my No. 1 Slave. The mission of protecting and guarding me from my enemies—I can leave that to you, right?"
"Ahhhk.. L-leave it..... to me. Master. Always by Master's side...... I'll protect you..... with my life."
Is this what they mean when they say a master-slave relationship has been forged?
There was crazed sincerity in Seo Yuri's voice.
That wasn't a lie.
"Miss Seo Yuri, then I'll trust only you. Understood?"
"Haah.... Ha...aahk... Yes, yes...... Master."
Seo Yuri closed her eyes and surrendered everything to my touch.
Her increasingly ragged breathing echoed through the supply closet.
Now it was time to race toward the climax.
While gently circling and stroking around the ankle bones, I seized both of her soles in my hands.
Seo Yuri lifted her head with a tense gaze and looked down at me holding her feet.
She instinctively felt the climax approaching.
Heat radiated from her body as if she had been heated to the absolute limit.
I gripped Seo Yuri's right sole firmly with both hands, pressed my thumbs into the sole, and began pulling toward the toes.
"Ha, haaaaaahk!!!!!"
Seo Yuri thrashed her hips and waist, wailing in a husky voice.
Every one of Seo Yuri's erogenous zones was concentrated in her soles and her pussy.
I smiled leisurely and flipped the switch that controlled the thick, large object buried inside her secret place.
—Wiiiiing! Wiiing! Wiing! Wiiiiing!
With a noisy roar, the thick, large object began moving up and down inside her.
Sometimes forward and back.
"Ha, hagggrrk. A-ah. No. Haaaaaang!"
Seo Yuri twisted her body with her eyes half-rolled back, pounding the floor with her hands. Bang! Bang!
To drive her climax higher, I grabbed her left sole with both hands this time, pressed my thumbs together against it, and pulled toward the toes.
"Haaaaaaaang! M-Masteeeeer!!!!! I-I'm, cu-cumming!!!!! Haaaahk!"
The instant Employee Seo Yuri reached her peak, I firmly pressed the lower part of the sole—the zone connected to her pussy—with my fingers.
"Hahhhhkk! Haaaangaaang!"
Seo Yuri screamed lewd, vulgar moans as a vulgar, sticky white liquid sprayed from her secret place like a fountain.
Pssht! Pssshht! Pssssssht!!!
"Haah.... Haaaahk... Ha...haa......."
After spraying that vulgar fluid like a fountain, Seo Yuri squeezed her eyes shut, stuck her tongue out long, and panted roughly for air.
I approached the side of Seo Yuri, who had poured everything out and fainted, and whispered into her ear.
"Miss Seo Yuri. You're vulgar and filthy like a bitch. Putting on a fountain show right in front of Master. I'm busy, so I'll be heading out. You stay here and clean up the bright yellow piss you wet yourself with, along with all that lewd fluid. Then........"
I left Seo Yuri panting with rough breaths inside the supply closet and stepped out whistling.
On Assistant Manager Kim Mihui's phone, every single one of Employee Seo Yuri's vulgar acts had been recorded.
With this, my slave collection vol. 2 was complete.