A Titan Broken Beneath Her Feet
The client did not come in person.
Instead, his secretary visited first, and at the appointed time, a black sedan pulled into the alley behind the office.
The man who stepped out had a face recognizable at a single glance.
He was someone whose very name made people sit up straight.
"Let's pretend you didn't see anything here."
"We never see anything to begin with," Yura replied calmly.
Even sitting on the sofa, the man kept his back straight.
It was a spine that had never bent before anyone in his life.
"Just as I wrote in my message. I want to be thoroughly broken. I want to become nothing."
"How far?"
"...Humiliated. Commanded. Stripped of all decision-making. I've never experienced that in my life."
"..."
"All day long, hundreds of people wait on my decisions. Just once, I want to be someone who doesn't have to decide anything."
Yura fell silent for a moment.
The service the man had purchased was categorized under 'SM.'
But that wasn't the core of it.
Throughout the conversation, the man's hands remained motionless on his knees.
They were the hands of someone who had spent far too long exerting control.
What this client wants isn't pain.
He wants his right to choose completely stripped away.
Living in a position where showing a single weakness means ruin, he had nowhere safe to fall apart.
It's not that he wants to break; he needs a place where it's safe to be broken.
"It is possible," Yura said.
"...Are you sure? A half-hearted attempt would only be more insulting."
"I will call someone who is anything but half-hearted. And here, even if you beg for it to stop, it won't."
"..."
"Today, you decide nothing. Not the beginning, nor the end. That is the rule. Only when you have not a single shred of control can you truly fall apart."
The man stared at her for a moment.
In his eyes, there was no fear, but rather a long-suppressed thirst.
"...Your preparations are thorough."
"Because breaking is your job, and ensuring you don't get hurt is ours."
The man's shoulders trembled slightly.
It was a tremor born not of fear, but of that long-withheld thirst.
There was only one person for this job.
Im Soyul.
A cold dominant.
One of the few professionals who knew how to safely break a person down.
"Soyul. He's a big shot. Someone who has ruled over others his entire life. Break him, but don't hurt him. Even if he begs you to stop, drag him all the way to the end. That's what he paid for."
"..."
Soyul gave a brief reply as she pulled on her gloves.
"Breaking someone is different from ruining them. I'm the type to break."
Before entering the room, Soyul's voice shifted.
It became low, flat, and utterly unyielding.
The door closed.
"Kneel."
The man hesitated.
No one had ever spoken to him like that in his entire life.
"I won't say it twice."
The man slowly sank to his knees.
The knees of his expensive suit pressed against the floor.
At that moment, the spine that had always been held straight bent for the very first time.
"Hands behind your back. Bow your head."
The man did as he was told.
Soyul lifted his chin with the tip of her high heel.
"No one here cares who you are. That face that makes everyone at your company tremble? It means nothing here. Do you understand?"
"...Yes."
"'Yes'? Try again."
"...Yes. I understand."
The man's breathing grew ragged.
He was being humiliated, yet his face looked as though a lifelong weight was lifting from his shoulders.
Soyul slipped off her shoe and brought her bare foot to his lips.
"Lick it. Let's see how far the Chairman's tongue can go."
With a trembling tongue, the man began to lick the top of her foot.
He licked diligently, even between her toes, exactly as commanded.
Squish... Slurp... Rub...
A man who did nothing but make decisions his whole life.
Soyul looked down at him coldly.
He wanted to be set free this badly.
"Hngh... Ugh..."
"I-it is... nothing."
The once-straight back trembled faintly beneath her foot.
His mouth denied it, but his body was already being honest.
"Hold in your noises. I didn't give you permission."
Soyul pressed the tip of her foot between his thighs.
He was already rock hard.
"Pathetic. You get even harder when you're humiliated. You really are one of those, aren't you?"
"...I'm sorry..."
"If you're sorry, then break down even more. All the way."
Soyul used her foot to push his shirt off.
The expensive fabric crumpled onto the floor.
The armor that had protected him his entire life was stripped away by a single foot.
"Crawl. Over here."
The man crawled across the floor on his knees.
The man who made everyone in the boardroom stand up was now on all fours.
His shoulders shook from the humiliation, but half of that trembling was relief.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Soyul bound his wrists with his own tie.
He was bound by the very knot he trusted most.
"Now you can't do anything. No decisions, no running away. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"...Yes..."
"'Yes'? Speak clearly. What feels good?"
"...Not having to... do anything... feels good..."
The corners of Soyul's lips curled up coldly.
He endured his entire life just to say those words.
Soyul ground her bare foot against his crotch.
She slowly rubbed her sole up and down his shaft.
Her smooth instep pressed down on the shaft, while her toes toyed with the head.
As she pinched the head between her toes and wiggled them, a stream of clear pre-cum trickled out, wetting the top of her foot.
"Filthy. Does it feel good to get this all over my foot?"
"...I'm sorry... But... please don't stop..."
"Don't command me. I told you, you don't get to decide."
As her sole ground up and down his shaft, his cock twitched beneath her foot.
Squish... Squelch... Squish...!
The pre-cum made a slick, wet sound between her sole and his shaft.
"Ah... Hngh... ♡"
Despite his efforts to hold it in, a moan escaped his lips.
"I don't recall giving you permission to make noise. Does getting rubbed by my foot feel that good?"
"N-no... It's just..."
"Just what? It's soaking wet under my foot."
"...It feels good... Ah... ♡"
She pulled her foot away.
Denying him, hovering just out of reach.
When the man lifted his hips to chase her foot, she pulled it further away.
"Who told you to move?"
"Ah... please..."
"'Please'? I make the decisions. You wait."
Beads of sweat formed on the man's forehead.
He wanted to release, but he didn't even have the right to finish.
That was the freedom he had never possessed in his entire life.
"I'll drag this out as long as I want. Until you beg."
"...I'll beg... Please..."
"Even if you beg, it's not up to you. I decide."
Soyul wrapped her sole around his shaft once more.
She rubbed him rapidly, bringing him right to the brink, only to pull her foot away just before he could blow.
"Not yet."
His swollen tip trembled in the air, lost and desperate.
She repeated this three times.
The man sobbed, twisting his bound hands.
It was a place where even begging for it to end brought no release.
Yet, there was no pain in his sobbing.
It was the sound of liberation, like someone finally lifting a lifelong burden from his shoulders.
"Please... President... let me finish..."
"I'm not your president. Here, you're just my toy."
"...Mistress... please... let me cum..."
"Good boy. That's what I wanted to hear."
Extracting those words was the true purpose of today's training.
Soyul ground her sole against the head and stroked him rapidly.
Her toes clamped around his shaft, rubbing up and down.
I don't have to do anything.
For the first time in my life, absolutely nothing.
"Counting down. Five. Four."
"Hngh...! N-no... I can't..."
"Three. Two. I permit you. Cum."
"Ah... Ugh... ♡!"
The man erupted beneath her foot.
Semen spurted repeatedly over her instep, dripping down between her toes.
His once-straight back collapsed completely.
Face down on the floor, his shoulders heaved.
In that trembling was a sense of profound relief, as if the weight of his entire life was draining away.
But Soyul had no intention of ending it just yet.
"Who said we were finished?"
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
She stroked his recently spent cock roughly a few times, and it quickly reared its head again.
"Did you think once would be enough? Not after keeping it bottled up for a lifetime."
Soyul pushed him down onto the floor and mounted him.
Aligning her wet pussy with his tip, she sank all the way down in one smooth motion.
Squish...! Squeeze... Squelch...!
"Ahhh...!"
The tycoon's eyes flew open at the sudden sensation of being swallowed whole.
"This time, I'll take you here instead of my foot. Consider it an honor. I don't do this for just anyone."
Her tight, hot flesh clamped down hard, swallowing his shaft.
Soyul began to slowly grind her hips from above.
She was entirely in control.
Bound and helpless, the tycoon could do nothing but take it.
"Ah... Mistress... this is... too..."
"Too what? Say it feels good."
"...It feels so good... Ah... ♡..."
Soyul increased the speed of her thrusts.
Slap! Splat...! Slap...!
With every wet impact of their flesh, the tycoon's body jolted off the floor.
The man who had looked down on everyone his entire life was now pinned beneath a woman, completely at her mercy.
A position where he could make no decisions, offer no resistance, and find no escape.
That absolute powerlessness was his ultimate liberation.
"Ah... I'm... I'm going to cum again..."
"Who gave you permission? Hold it."
"Please... Mistress... inside... let me cum inside you..."
"...Fine. You can do it inside this time. Ride me to the very end."
Soyul slammed her hips down all the way.
Her tight walls squeezed his shaft to the absolute limit.
"Ahhh... ♡!"
His second climax erupted inside her.
As the hot fluid poured deep within her, the tycoon's back arched like a bow once more.
And then, he completely collapsed.
Soyul, still mounted on him, used her hips to squeeze out every last drop.
His sobbing continued for a long time.
Soyul did not rush him.
Her job wasn't just to break him; it was to rebuild the broken man afterward.
If I skip this part, he'll just end up ruined.
She untied the necktie binding his wrists.
She gently rubbed his reddened skin.
"Good job. Not everyone can make it this far."
"...Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I'm getting paid for this."
The man let out a faint smile.
It was a smile that had never once been seen in a boardroom.
Soyul looked down at him for a long moment, then softened her voice by a fraction.
"You did well. You can get up now."
The man raised his head.
The face that used to inspire terror was gone.
In its place was only a man who had just laid down his burden for the very first time.
Before getting into his car, the man spoke briefly.
"...I will return."
"Your secret is safe with us."
"This place... really can make anything happen."
The car drove away.
Yura looked at the newly updated VIP list.
Four lines.
Completely different requests, completely different girls, but the same conclusion.
Satisfaction.
She added one more note to the list.
Satisfaction Guaranteed.
Now, that was becoming the very identity of the office.
Soyul asked as she pulled off her gloves, "You're amazing, Boss. The clients' requests are all over the place, but the girl you pick is always spot on. Where did you get that eye for people?"
Yura's hand paused for a moment.
"...In the past. I misjudged someone once."
"Is that your answer?"
"That's all it is."
Soyul didn't pry further and left.
Left alone in the empty counseling room, Yura stared at the four lines on the VIP list for a long time.
An eye for people.
Others called it a talent.
Only she knew where it truly came from.
If that client ever comes...
She cut off the thought right there.
Her phone buzzed.
This time, it was a request unlike any she had seen before.
Yura stared at the message for a long time.
This wasn't a request for physical intimacy.
This is a request where acting ability is everything.
I need Minchae.