Do it for Me :: Chapter 203
A site overflowing with videos of women baring their asses to receive corporal punishment. Yang Gain stared at the link in bewilderment.
No matter how I look at it, this has nothing to do with treatment... really....
Logically speaking, there was no way Han Soin's words could be right. The problem was that the results had turned out exactly as he described, leaving her with nothing to say.
...Do I really have to watch this?
She was a woman in training to become her company's heiress, after all. Videos of women getting punished like this?
"Does... this actually work?"
"Of course. Then I'll get back to work... or you can watch it somewhere else if you'd prefer."
A flicker of interest mixed with her embarrassment.
"No, I mean..."
"You have to commit to the treatment if you want to get better."
"...".
Han Soin turned his back and resumed his work, radiating total disinterest.
These women too... even in such lewd positions... do they actually feel pleasure from it?
Pondering the question, Gain unconsciously slipped on her earphones and clicked the link. She was curious about what other women like her experienced.
He won't see me from behind, right...?
Wary of Han Soin, she cautiously opened the site.
(-Smack.)
A naked woman spanking her own ass.
By herself... spanking her own ass...
A woman bent over in front of a man, her ass and privates getting harshly punished.
He's hitting her so hard... I want to try that too...
Some were even getting their cheeks or pussies slapped while thanking him profusely.
Thanking a man for that... how can they do such things...?
Women begging for more strikes. Gain found herself sucked into the videos without realizing it. She even started watching ones where they were bound with tools and punished relentlessly.
They're insane...
Perverted punishment scenes she never could have fathomed before. Women casting aside their pride to beg—Gain couldn't tear her eyes away.
All these women...
Having their sensitive parts tormented relentlessly, hung upside down for punishment, or enduring acts no normal person could comprehend. Just like her.
If I'm punished like this... how much better would it feel?
Like a sponge soaking up water, she devoured video after video without pause. Her exceptional work ethic and memory applied just as well to porn.
One video. Three. Ten. Twenty.
....
Forgetting Han Soin was even there, she immersed herself completely. For the first time, she felt the urge to punish her own clit while masturbating.
Her body burned hot.
"Gain-ssi?"
"Kyaa!"
Too absorbed in the videos, she hadn't noticed him approach.
"Screaming like that out of nowhere... This took me hours to set up. Sorry about that."
"No... it's fine."
Gain couldn't process that hours had passed.
Already...?
It felt like she'd only put on the earphones ten minutes ago.
"Was it helpful at all?"
"Yes, it seems... there are more women with symptoms like mine than I thought."
Honestly, she wanted to keep watching.
"Gain-ssi has a special constitution. Aside from only feeling it with me around, it's pretty similar."
"...".
This was the perverted world she'd only discovered as an adult. She couldn't feel it from hitting herself like the women in the videos, but with the man right in front of her, it was possible.
If Han Soin hit me like this...
Gain realized her body had grown feverish without her noticing.
A little... I want more hits...
She stared blankly at Soin. His work was done—wouldn't treatment start now? Begging to be hit felt too embarrassing, though.
It's getting so late...
This was normally her bedtime. But the images of bound women getting punished wouldn't leave her mind.
"Anything helpful in the videos?"
"It's interesting how they're all doing it willingly... and the clothes are kind of weird too..."
Perverted outfits. Women eagerly donning clothes that were embarrassing just to look at, only to get punished in them...
When she showed a hint of interest, Soin asked, "We have clothes like that here too. Want to try some on while we do the treatment?"
"Here...?"
"Yeah, we do. They're pretty lewd, but to check if they help with treatment, you'd have to try them..."
"Treatment... right, right. We have to."
Just hearing "treatment" sent a thrill through Gain.
"Will... the clothes actually help? They're so lewd..."
"Yeah, wearing something that gets you sexually excited can amplify the treatment. There's a reason those women in the videos wear them, right? Want to experiment together?"
The women in the videos all seemed eager for that kind of attire. A surge of sexual excitement welled up in her.
"Experiment..."
"Yeah, an experiment. Sound good?"
"Well..."
There was no way she'd wear something like that. Every version of Gain from her past life would refuse outright. Exposing both breasts, her pussy, and ass? Every Yang Gain would say no.
Except today's.
"If I put on the clothes... treatment starts right away?"
"Of course."
Put on the clothes, and her long-sought treatment would resume. And on top of that—curiosity.
She hadn't trusted Soin at first, but every time she followed his lead, even greater pleasure followed.
Me in something like this... getting my clit hit...
Soin pulled a latex outfit from the closet. White latex. It was barely clothing at all, with holes exposing the breasts and ass.
"What about... underwear?"
"Like at the villa, no underwear seems to make the treatment more effective."
"...".
Holding the outfit, Gain wondered again if she really had to go this far for treatment. She could just say this was ridiculous and leave, like always.
Part ways with him, return to normal company life, far from sexual pleasure.
It doesn't suit me at all... it has nothing to do with my life. Gain-ah.
A chaebol heiress in a rundown studio, donning perverted latex and waiting for punishment? Any woman permitting that would be the lowest kind of slut, allowing anything for pleasure.
...
That thought alone made her swallow hard. Doubts crept in about all the time she'd spent running for success, for others, for the company.
Couldn't she deviate just for a day?
She imagined what she wanted to do.
If I wear this...
In her imagination, Gain gave in to the deviation.
No changing room. He'd been looking away, but the man was right there.
Still, she stripped herself bare. Just for one day, today only... She removed her expensive jewelry, pricey top and bottoms, bra, and panties.
Her shameful breasts and nipples, her pussy—all exposed in nakedness.
She donned clothes made purely for sexual reasons, utterly impractical. Shiny, slick white latex that amplified the perversion.
She became a perverted woman exposing only her massive breasts, ass, and face.
Steeling her resolve, she turned around. Recalling her lesson from the adult shop, she placed both arms against the wall and lowered her waist.
Pervertedly thrusting out her ass. Her anus and pussy would be blatantly splayed open.
The moment she resolved to turn her shameful fantasy into reality—
-Ring ring ring.
"Hup."
Still clutching the latex, not yet committed, she snapped back to undecided reality.
Her phone, which she'd told them not to contact at night.
"One moment. It's the company..."
A call at this hour meant trouble. Gain checked her phone, still holding the latex outfit and glancing at the clock.
Ah, shit...
She rarely swore, but she frowned at the urgent company matter arriving in the dead of night.
"Soin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
"I... think I have to go now. I'm really sorry."
"Sounds like something came up. No problem."
Packing her things, Gain glanced around the studio one last time. Her feet felt glued to the floor as she kept looking back at Soin.
"Um, Soin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
"Sorry, but... for the treatment... could you make time just one more time? As soon as possible..."
"My schedule's..."
As she spoke, Gain suddenly understood why Seong In-hye had said what she did.
"Anytime's fine, even the middle of the night... I'll come to you... please."
Handsome men usually begged for her time. But here she was, pleading with Han Soin to make time even at dawn.
To beat her breasts, ass, and pussy as much as he wanted. It was practically saying that outright.
"Here's my phone number..."
"It's already saved..."
"Not the work phone—the real one. Only my family knows it."
"...".
Now he'd even gotten the chaebol heiress's personal number. Before she left, Soin made one final suggestion.
"Then, with your shoes on... one last time. Want it?"
Gain swallowed hard in her high heels. Right there by the front door.
Heels on, dress hiked up, panties down—she'd become the worst kind of woman.
"What do you say, Gain-ssi?"
It was far too perverted a proposal. And moreover...
Accepting it would be silently admitting she craved punishment anywhere, anytime.