Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: Master's Teachings Transcend Genre
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My master's teachings transcended genre.
Han Jihye, the legal consultant and my 'master,' and I continued our consultation.
We settled on 5 billion won in capital on her recommendation.
"You don't need all 10 billion right away, do you? For operational efficiency, 5 billion is just right, and you can always increase it later if needed," she advised, and we went with that.
For taxes, we decided to optimize by combining salary and performance bonuses appropriately.
Han Jihye summed it up simply: "Consult a tax accountant later and settle on the most advantageous method."
We determined the equity structure based on each person's asset contribution ratio.
Me, Kim Cheolsu, with 4.26 billion won (85.2%);
Han Yura, with 625 million won (12.5%);
and Yoon Chaewon, with 115 million won (2.3%).
The company name was set as 'Blue Sky.'
It was a name that popped into my head during post-nut clarity, symbolizing infinite possibilities like a clear blue sky.
We planned not just to handle public opinion but to expand into various investment areas.
The office would be a standalone two-story building near Heyri Village in Paju, rented out.
The first floor for office space, the second for 'personal rest areas.'
Choi Yang would start as a full-time employee, with stock options later based on performance.
We scheduled incorporation in two weeks.
Han Jihye would handle all the paperwork.
As the consultation wrapped up, Chaewon muttered in disbelief.
"100 million... Am I really investing 100 million?"
Her blonde hair and body covered in irezumi tattoos gave off a flashy delinquent vibe, but her innocent expression was anything but.
The unexpected gap moe made my pants tighten.
I could feel post-nut clarity fading as my head grew foggy with stray thoughts, reverting me to pathetic Kim Cheolsu.
Chaewon's pure shock at investing 100 million was strangely alluring.
Her shy demeanor contrasted sharply with her sexy, bold looks, making it all the more stimulating.
As post-nut clarity's cold rationality slowly ebbed away, my usual sleazy emotions started resurfacing.
I felt pathetic for having these thoughts during a serious discussion about incorporating a company,
but there was nothing I could do about it.
Without post-nut clarity, I was just a loser obsessed with women and money.
With post-nut clarity gone, my head reverted to its usual sleazy state.
The major business of incorporation was done, and instinctual urges began to rear their heads again.
Han Jihye said while organizing her documents,
"That's it for the corporate matters... Any other consultations?"
Her eyes shifted subtly. She seemed to switch from professional legal consultant back to 'master' mode.
I glanced at Chaewon and spoke up.
"Well... I do have something I'm curious about."
Yura looked at me puzzled.
"What?"
"No, it's just... something I want to ask teacher privately..."
Han Jihye smirked and nodded.
"Ah, that kind of consultation. Alright, then we'll wrap up the corporate stuff here..."
"Actually, I kinda picked up an unused virgin plot of land by chance?"
At my words, Yura and Chaewon's gazes turned to ones reserved for garbage.
Even teacher widened her eyes, grabbed her phone, and started dialing 112.
"Wait! Teacher, it's not like that. She's 20! Legal! Totally legal!"
I waved my hands frantically to explain.
Han Jihye let go of the phone with a sigh.
"Cheolsu... Choose your words properly. You scared me."
Yura narrowed her eyes and said,
"You're talking about Choi Yang, right? You really have a filthy mouth."
Chaewon shook her head with a click of her tongue.
Han Jihye regained her relaxed expression and asked,
"So, you want advice on training your 20-year-old female employee?"
"Yeah, that's part of it, but... this is my first time with unused virgin land, so... how do I develop it to make it taste the best? I'm kinda worried?"
Han Jihye's eyes sparkled for a moment. Genuine professional interest.
"Ah, beginner training for unused goods."
Yura and Chaewon looked utterly disgusted.
"This guy really..."
Yura muttered with a sigh.
Han Jihye tapped her pen thoughtfully.
"Hmm, virgin training requires a lot of caution. Especially for a first-timer. You need a step-by-step approach."
Chaewon covered her face with her hands.
"Ugh, seriously... Do we have to talk about this here?"
But Han Jihye had fully switched to master mode.
"Cheolsu, what's specifically worrying you?"
"Uh, well... My tastes are pretty set."
"Hm?"
"I like it when they grip tight like experienced sluts."
"Hm, yeah, the more experienced ones know exactly how to squeeze."
Han Jihye nodded like a true expert.
Yura muttered beside her, "This guy's insane," but Han Jihye pressed on undeterred.
"But virgins probably won't have those skills... so it might not feel as good, right?"
"Yes, exactly. And if I go soft midway, it'd be embarrassing."
Chaewon covered her face completely with both hands and shook her head.
"Ugh, really... Having this conversation in a legal office..."
But Han Jihye was in full master mode.
"Hmm, then you'll need a step-by-step training program. Virgins have their own charm, but as you said, technically... Plus, she probably won't even feel it much?"
"As you know, teacher, it's not just about pounding and cumming. Seeing her face go ahegao, drooling and squirting is way hotter."
The moment my words landed, the office air froze solid for a full second.
A near-scream "Eek!" burst from Chaewon's mouth.
She clamped her hands over it and shoved her chair back in horror.
Yura's eyes, now filled with outright revulsion beyond contempt, glared at me.
"Hey. You're really... crossing the line, you psycho."
But my master, Han Jihye, was different.
Her eyes gleamed with even deeper intellectual fascination.
The Montblanc fountain pen, paused briefly, resumed gliding across the paper like skates on ice.
"Your goal is crystal clear now. It's not just skill acquisition. 'Inducing unconscious physical relaxation' and 'visual manifestation of mental submission.' That's the core objective of this project."
I swallowed hard.
My base desires, voiced through my master's lips, had transformed into a business school case study.
"In that case, we need to refine the three-step approach I mentioned earlier."
Han Jihye held up one finger.
"Step 1: Remove psychological safety nets. First, completely dismantle the shame barrier. Eliminate primal aversion to excretion or fluids, and implant the idea that it's the 'ultimate offering' to the handler. This is mental reprogramming on a whole other level from basic trust-building."
She raised a second finger.
"Step 2: Physical conditioning training. Next, the body. Focus on conscious control and relaxation of the pelvic floor muscles. Usually, it's about squeezing, but our goal is the opposite. Condition her to fully release on specific stimuli. Control physiological variables like fluid intake, of course."
Her third finger rose last.
It looked like the hand of creation itself.
"Step 3: Stimulus-response programming. Finally, create your personal 'trigger,' Cheolsu. Make her react Pavlov's dog-style to specific words or actions. All of it—drooling, eyes rolling back, losing control—manifesting as conditioned reflexes, not will. Craft the perfect 'masterpiece.'"
Han Jihye spread her arms slightly, like a conductor finishing a symphony's finale.
Yura, too drained to curse, hung her head and rubbed her dry face.
Chaewon was on the verge of tears.
My heart felt like it would explode.
My filthy, ugly desires elevated to such an elegant, systematic 'project.'
"Of course, high-end consulting at this level..."
Han Jihye capped it off with a perfect business smile.
"...comes at an extra cost, Cheolsu."
I didn't hesitate.
I stood from my chair and bowed solemnly to my master.
This was my destiny, my sole salvation.
"Teacher—no, Master. For your teachings... I'm prepared to pay any price."
Han Jihye chuckled lowly at my desperate confession.
"Good. That 'resolve' is the most crucial preparation."
She continued discussing the contract, then looked at me with her impeccable business smile.
"But first, shall we check the results?"
"...Results? How?"
"Hehe, through 'experience,' of course."
My master smiled leisurely and pressed the intercom button on her desk, speaking lightly.
"Yes, come in."
The door creaked open. Entering the office was Park Areum, the office manager, in neat office attire with flawless posture.
"Hehe, Areum."
"Yes, legal consultant."
"Standing greetings are too ordinary."
Park Areum's smile froze at Han Jihye's words.
My master continued, her voice laced with irresistible authority.
"You need to show proper respect to our 'top client' and your 'new owner.'"
At those words, all expression vanished from Park Areum's face.
The poised professional woman from moments ago was gone, replaced by the blank stare of a 'pet' awaiting orders.
Thud.
Office manager Park Areum dropped to her knees without hesitation.
A dull smack echoed as her knees hit the hard marble floor.
That sound reminded me of the thick knee pads wrapping her knees that night on the asphalt.
As expected of my master.
Everything was perfectly calculated.
True respect.
Park knelt with a posture unimaginable from her earlier confidence, forehead to the floor.
This was her commanded 'proper greeting.'
"It's an honor to meet you, new master... This lowly bitch, Park Areum... greets you."
What escaped Yura and Chaewon's mouths wasn't even a scream.
Just choking gasps, the pop of air bursting.
The horror of someone they knew, chatting normally moments ago, collapsing like that was beyond imagination.
I was swept in awe. Night's pig, day's office manager.
Witnessing the perfect double life firsthand.
Han Jihye gazed down at the horrific yet captivating scene like savoring wine, then asked me,
"How is it, Cheolsu? The results of our 'program.' Satisfied?"
I answered as if entranced. No other words came to mind.
"...I respect you. Master."
"Hehe, glad you like it."
A satisfied smile spread across my master's lips.
She gently stroked the head of the kneeling Park Areum and said,
"Now, Areum. Show your new master how to 'use' you?"
'Use.' At the word, Park Areum lifted her head mechanically.
Staring up at me with empty eyes, she spoke in a voice devoid of emotion, like reciting product specs.
"New master. My, Park Areum's, basic commands are as follows."
"Command 'Come here.' I crawl to master's feet."
"Command 'Lower posture.' I press my head to the floor and await the next order."
"Command 'Leash.' I put on my collar myself and offer the handle to master."
The words pouring from her mouth sharpened the hazy fantasies in my head like a whetstone.
Han Jihye nodded toward me with evident delight.
"Want to test it? You have to touch a new toy to know it."
I swallowed dryly.
I felt Yura and Chaewon's terrified gazes but ignored them.
Slowly, clearly, I opened my mouth.
"...Come here."
The instant I spoke, Park Areum moved.
No hesitation, no falter. On all fours, she crawled toward me.
Scrape, scrape—the sound of her skirt dragging across the floor filled the office.
She lightly touched my shoe with her forehead and stopped.
At my feet, a human being submitted perfectly.
I turned to look at Yura and Chaewon.
Their faces were pale as ghosts, frozen in terror, barely breathing.
In their eyes, I read a new emotion.
Not contempt or disgust. Primal 'fear.'
I knew.
From this moment, our relationships would change completely.
And I loved that change madly.
Suddenly, I recalled how it all started.
Wait, I just wanted advice on using unused virgin land,
how did it turn into this grand plan to remodel her into a masochistic bitch...
I don't know.
No, I didn't need to.
The scene before me, this perfect product submitting at my feet... it was fucking hot.
That was enough.