Chapter 147
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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“Giving something like this in a cafe…. Ugh….”
Semi hurriedly covered the paper with her bag. As she carefully read through the text, she realized who this contract was made for.
Slave ○○○ expresses gratitude to Han So-in every time they hear sexual insults.
It was a contract made for someone like her, who got aroused every time they heard sexual insults and degradation. With another woman watching, her hidden fetish being indirectly revealed like this made her unconsciously press her thighs together. Her heart pounded.
“I made it just in case I might use it…. What do you think, Hee-seon?”
“That’s…”
She strives to become a woman who matches Han So-in’s sexual tastes, keeping her pussy and anus open at all times.
Ju-ru-ru-ru-ruk.
Semi imagined herself signing the slave contract, then pledging obedience naked on her knees. Song Hee-seon was already picturing herself kneeling before So-in, writing her name on the contract.
“I made another sample just in case he has other tastes too.”
Cruelly, So-in pulled out another sheet of paper and placed it in front of Hee-seon.
Maso Slave ○○○ renounces all human rights and belongs to Han So-in.
Maso Slave ○○○ recalls the first sentence every time they are used by Han So-in as a sexual tool.
*This contract cannot be terminated.
Maso Slave ○ ○ ○ (Seal)
“I made it like this for now…. Even if I find women like this, I was curious what it’d feel like when they sign it.”
Song Hee-seon noticed the subject markers in the contract. Maso Slave Song Hee-seon. It was written with her name in mind. Just the thought made her pussy spew juices over and over.
She felt the area around her dress getting soaked with pussy fluids. Signing a slave contract right in front of another woman gave her an unbearable perverse pleasure.
“Sorry to ask, but if you sign it and tell me how it feels…. If it’s too much, I’ll change it. Here’s a pen. It’s like a light test. Would you do it?”
What kind of insane woman would put her name on a document like this, even as a joke?
As Hee-seon blushed and took the pen, Semi slowly moved her pen.
“...I was curious what it’d feel like.”
Slave Su Semi expresses gratitude to Han So-in every time they hear sexual insults.
Playfully. She’d just written her name in. Up until the last line.
Sexual insults.
She nearly let out a moan. She remembered So-in’s words: Doesn’t it embarrass you, lifting your ass like a bitch begging to get her pussy fucked?
This is dangerous.
Just writing her name on the contract had made both her nipples erect. The switch flipped. Not senior Su Semi, but slave Su Semi emerged.
“I plan to have them stamp it with their pussy too after signing.”
Conversations unfit for a cafe flew back and forth. Semi unconsciously imagined signing the contract, then dipping red seal ink on her pussy and humiliatingly stamping it down.
I wonder how much more he’d insult her then.
At the same time, Hee-seon moved her pen.
Maso Slave Song Hee-seon renounces all human rights and belongs to Han So-in.
Maso Slave Song Hee-seon recalls the first sentence every time they are used by Han So-in as a sexual tool.
*This contract cannot be terminated.
Maso Slave Song Hee-seon (Seal)
“Looks like one of the women So-in meets has this kind of taste. Hohoho.”
As if it were nothing. Hee-seon pretended to be normal.
Right in front of another woman, she had signed as maso slave Song Hee-seon.
Her pussy was already sopping wet, her clit and both nipples obscenely erect for a long time.
She wanted to stamp her pussy print on the signature line right now and pledge humiliating obedience.
Renouncing human rights.
Belonging to him.
And then her ruin.
It didn’t matter how many people were in the cafe. She wanted him to slap her face and pussy. Countless photos would be taken under everyone’s contemptuous gazes, and the whole university would know about her.
That big-titted maso bitch? She’s a parent from our school. Her daughters are Hee-na and Hee-da or something.
Her name carved into two slave contracts. Song Hee-seon. Su Semi.
“I was thinking of handing them out like this—what do you think? Oh, it’d be good if you two swapped and read each other’s. Here.”
Shuk shuk. They swapped the contracts they’d written on. Reading the humiliating slave signatures of the woman sitting across from them. A woman who’d express thanks every time she heard insults. A woman who’d renounce all rights and belong as a maso slave.
The two women felt a stinging thrill and humiliation as they read each other’s contracts.
“Even if it’s practice, this is too much. What kind of perverted bitch would write this…. Right, junior? You’re not looking for overly slutty women, are you?”
A woman craving perverted insults. A woman craving to be treated like livestock.
Such women only existed in foreign porn.
“Junior really has bad tastes…. I’ll throw this away. Give me yours too, Hee-seon. Let’s toss them together.”
“Ah. Yes, yes. Here. Throw it away together.”
When Semi asked for the contract, Hee-seon hesitated for a moment.
Should I add a pussy stamp and appeal to So-in for permission?
Her maso slave contract handed over to another woman. She nearly reached out to stop it as she imagined it folded in half and torn to pieces.
“Don’t play these pervert games in crowded places, junior.”
“So, do you think women would actually go for this?”
“Only a woman totally crazed with lust would. Right, Hee-seon?”
To Semi’s question, Hee-seon glanced at So-in.
“If there really is an open woman who thinks of herself as a maso…. slave, she might sign it. Hohoho. Of course, neither you nor I are like that. Like you said, Semi, only women mad with lust would….”
Hee-seon worried her strongly erect nipples would show. Placing both breasts on the table only made her clothes pull tighter.
“Women all think like that…. Just like you said, Hee-seon.”
Semi said it after spotting both nipples fully erect, poking up under her clothes.
‘No way….’
It was just a perverse story that the beautiful woman across from her got excited writing an abnormal maso contract. But she had no time to care about others. She herself had worn a thin bra to seduce So-in.
“Well, yeah. There probably aren’t any pervert bitches who get excited writing their name on something like this. I’d love to see the face of a woman who does, though.”
So-in sought agreement from the two women with a regretful face. The two women nodded awkwardly, both with their nipples severely erect.
“Time’s already…. Hee-seon said she has time…. And Semi, you…”
As So-in asked about other plans, Semi urgently cut in.
“Wanna go for round two? I wanna drink…. If Hee-seon’s busy, we can go just us….”
To her question, Hee-seon replied.
“Tonight…. I think I’m free. You too, So-in?”
Hee-seon was a bit cautious, thinking she might run into her daughters. So-in noticed her situation and suggested something odd.
“Bars are super crowded…. How about we get a motel room and drink comfortably?”
Hotel theme suite room.
“Sorry, this was the only room left.”
The two women, having picked out drinks from the convenience store as they pleased, tried to act nonchalant. It was spacious enough for six people to play around in. The bed was for four. And above all.
“A bed inside jail bars is a fresh touch. So-in, did you aim for this….”
“Not at all. They said this was the only one available.”
Tools to hang a woman from, an X-shaped frame. SM tools scattered everywhere.
It was a theme room for indulging perverse lusts.
“We’re just drinking anyway, so what if the background’s different.”
Semi imagined wearing a blindfold, listening to perverse insults.
You pervert bitch, you didn’t drag us here to drink because you wanted this? You’re cumming just from words.
Kkul-leok. Not content with her nipples erecting, juices dripped from her pussy too.
‘I have to prepare for job hunting soon…. Just until then….’
She watched Hee-seon’s back as she familiarly set up the food. Her huge hips and blatant ass line. Thanks to the thin, clinging clothes, anyone could tell the shape of her ass. Even the position of her pussy.
‘Hee-seon too….’
Back at the cafe, writing her name on the contract with her nipples erect. It wasn’t easy to guess a woman of her beauty was a pervert.
‘Appearance doesn’t determine perversion….’
The crotch area of the woman setting up fruit was stained with liquid. Too strange a spot for water splashing while washing fruit.
“Have some of this.”
“Sure, but earlier I saw your family name was Song. You’re Song Hee-seon, right?”
“Ahh…. Yes.”
Her full name coming from a college girl’s mouth made Hee-seon tremble. If it was just her name, she could brush off rumors to her daughters as someone else. But Song Hee-seon.
A rare huge-breasted beauty. Song Hee-seon.
Could she escape?