Chapter 145
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 145
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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Song Hee-seon swallowed hard upon spotting Han So-in down below the villa.
‘Side dishes... I just came to drop off side dishes. Nothing weird. It's not like I'm hoping So-in will spank my ass, slap my cheeks, or kick my pussy like some pervert. I just had some free time, that's all. Not because I want him to pinch my nipples while we walk down the street or anything...’
Her mind was a tangled mess.
Squelch... squelch...
Just seeing him had her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. Memories flooded back of being stripped naked, collared like a dog, and led around on a leash.
(Which will you choose? Depending on your pick, I might not treat you like a human anymore.)
The day she had groveled on all fours like a beast, begging him to treat her like an animal.
‘What do I even say? What if he calls me out for showing up like livestock without manners? What if he asks why I'm dressed so slutty because I want to get fucked? If he tells me to strip right here, do I do it and get on my knees? Or if he asks why I didn't bring the switch... I was too busy packing side dishes to grab it... Hee-seon, are you insane? What if his hand gets sore from spanking me and he starts hating me? How shameless can I be...’
So-in waved first.
“Oh, Hee-seon.”
That stopped her thoughts dead. A rush of past punishments with him heated her body all over. Her nipples stiffened into hard peaks.
“I... I thought the side dishes might help. I've been receiving so much from you every day.”
The card he'd given her. One with a monthly limit of five million won. The thought of being helped by a younger man made her admire his power. If he allowed it, she'd call him Master anytime.
“Thank you. Wow, your outfit's super sexy today.”
“Thank you...”
Praise from him.
It made the trip worthwhile, all her excuses to come here. Now she could just head back like it was no big deal. Song Hee-seon, mother of Hee-na and Hee-da, had simply brought side dishes. Not some masochist woman dying to be abused by him. Pure goodwill. That's what she told herself.
‘I... should go back...’
Her feet wouldn't move. If she left now, she could pretend to be a normal woman. Wise, elegant, strong-willed. Full of life force, beautiful—the ideal everyone wanted. She had to turn away right now.
“Hee-seon. You like the switch, right?”
His sudden question.
Squelch... squelch...
Her pussy juices poured out. The switch. Spreading her anus and pussy for a smaller, younger man to whip her ass.
Squelch... squelch...
Legs spread wide, she dripped obscenely. Just standing before him was defeat. Years of suppressed urges exposed again.
“The switch...?”
She desperately controlled her expression. Playing innocent, like a normal housewife. But her head was filled with self-destructive fantasies.
Grabbed by the hair. Slapped endlessly. Red welts from the switch on her ass in front of everyone. Masochist Pervert Near XX University. And she's the mom of students there.
“You always have it in your mouth in the photos you send.”
“Ah... that...”
If she admitted the truth, would he punish her?
Hee-seon thought she should go home. This had been a whim anyway. He was much younger. Her big tits weren't reason enough to come crawling.
‘I was too rude coming here...’
He'd said he'd reply, but she couldn't wait and showed up. In panties with a hole in the crotch and a paper-thin dress, shaking her tits lewdly.
“Thanks for the side dishes.”
“Ah...”
Hope faded.
If he just left like this.
Who would drag me down into the dirt like the slut I am?
“Oh, wait.”
He stopped as he turned to go.
“If you came wanting to have fun like last time...”
He hesitated.
“Lift your skirt. If you're soaked enough, you need the switch.”
“Pardon...?”
She pretended not to understand on purpose. Couldn't let him think she was easy and use her up. Or treat her like a beast and sell her off.
“Just a feeling. If I'm wrong, no offense... I'll enjoy the side dishes.”
“I just came to drop off side dishes. Hehe.”
She bowed and turned away. One step, two steps. Away from So-in.
‘This is fine. This is...’
She couldn't make three. She stopped.
What kind of pervert lifts her skirt in public just because a man says show your pussy?
Only a masochist craving self-destruction.
She turned back.
“The skirt... it's long, might not lift easily...”
“Grab that pillar over there. It'll hide you from most eyes.”
“But people are walking by...”
“Just flash it quick. Come on, do that much.”
Just a quick peek at her pussy.
No way she'd fall for that.
Yet somehow, she stood before the parking pillar.
How disgusting would he think her?
Grabbing the hem of her skirt, Hee-seon flushed red to her neck from shame.
‘No...’
Hand on the pillar, she lifted her ankle-length dress. Flipped the skirt up, baring calves and thighs. Rolled it higher. Soon, her open-crotch panties were exposed.
Firm ass cheeks unbelievable for her thirties. Pristine anus. Well-developed pussy, all bared in the outdoor lot.
“You said you just came with side dishes...”
Squelch... squelch...
“But your pussy's leaking like crazy, Hee-seon.”
“S-Sorry...”
“We agreed to be honest, but you're lying?”
“Please... stop...”
Even for her, people passed sporadically in the distance. Crushing shame enveloped her.
“Lift the skirt a bit more?”
“Hah...”
Skirt nearly to her chest. Her beautiful ass shape centered on a winking anus. So-in grabbed and spread her outer labia.
“Ahhh...”
Squelchhhh...
Pussy juices gushing madly. No more excuses. Her body reacted wildly to the thought of serving a man again.
14 years, 2 months, 17 days.
How long she'd suppressed her urges.
Back in school. She'd found a man to serve and given him everything.
Since then, her closed heart and perverse desires reopened.
Ever since talking with this one man.
“Your pussy's like an automatic door. Just touched it and your legs spread wide on their own.”
“That's...”
He'd only spread her labia, but unconsciously her legs splayed wider in utter humiliation.
“I studied up on this stuff.”
“Someone might see...”
“They say masochists crave this. A friend told me.”
Legs spread, ass out, pussy parted and toyed with. Excitement maxed, pussy itching, juices streaming down both thighs.
So-in raised his hand and smacked her anus and pussy hard.
Labia and hole crushed under his palm, delivering sudden pain and pleasure.
“Heek!”
Pussy juice splattered the lot floor. Dripping onto the white parking line.
Too good.
This is what I wanted.
Childhood. The stinging sensation in her pussy from her first man's strikes, vivid as ever.
“Should I check if my research is right one more time?”
As his hand rose, she lifted her ass, angling for an easier strike. An old punishment habit.
Smack.
Full palm slammed her pussy. Like electrocuted, she trembled. Clenched her anus tight, tensed her hole, surrendering to pleasure.
“Not sure if you're reacting well. Wondering if I should hit harder...”
He eyed distant passersby.
“This dress up to your waist. Want it to your neck? That'll mean you want more.”
Ankle-length thin dress. Already to her waist, holes on full display, but other thoughts vanished.
No worry of acquaintances spotting her.
No desire to show classy image.
All
(Should I smack her harder?)
Gone.
“First time a woman's hiked an ankle dress to her bra.”
Pussy and anus. Ass and waist. Back and see-through bra. Huge tits and perky nipples—all exposed as she shoved the dress up to her armpits.
She'd gone nuts.
A crazy bitch doing this just to get her pussy beaten.
What would he think? Terrifying.