Professor's Hidden Pen Holder and Masochist's Eternal Oath
Lee Soo-bin was using her pussy as a pen holder. Unlike the situation below her, she maintained a beautiful and icy expression. It was the flawless image that men admired. At least on the surface.
"Your team did an extremely impressive project... If you maintain this level next semester, I won't object to giving you an A+."
Her cool tone had the students sitting up straight, listening intently.
The female group member is listening well, but...
Han Soin noticed the male group members' gazes drifting between her large breasts and pretty face. Every semester, plenty of male students showed up just to exchange a few words with her.
"So..."
Everyone was hanging on her every word. Her aura, born from her looks, made her the center of attention.
"I think that's everything I have to say..."
After speaking for a bit, she glanced at Han Soin and started to rise from her seat.
"Then I'll be going."
Something felt off as she stood up extremely slowly. It was awkward as hell, but only Han Soin could tell why.
She's clenching her pussy so the pen doesn't fall out while standing up, huh?
The male students looked disappointed that she was leaving. Her hips, as overwhelming as her breasts, drew eyes even from someone who was a professor.
"Goodbye, Professor."
Even opening the door and walking out exuded elegance. Only Han Soin knew the real reason behind her movements.
She's moving so damn slow.
Watching Professor Lee Soo-bin waddle down the hallway at a snail's pace, Han Soin came up with an idea for next time.
What if I put something super slippery in there? Wonder if she could handle class while clenching her pussy the whole time?
Han Soin toyed with plans that would make Professor Lee Soo-bin clutch her neck in shock if she heard them.
:: Ding.
The elevator announced its arrival at the designated floor. Han Soin stepped out and checked his watch. He was at the door to Song Hee-seon's apartment.
The door opened after he sent the message. Moments like this, coming to see Song Hee-seon, always put his mind at ease.
"Welcome, Master."
Song Hee-seon appeared in a sheer top and long sheer skirt. A semi-nude outfit prepared just for him.
Whoa.
Unlike regular sheer clothes, she wore nothing underneath—just the transparent fabric.
Seeing it in person, it's insanely hot.
Her massive breasts, nipples, waist, pussy, thighs, and ass were all semi-transparently on display.
"Nice outfit. What do you want to hear me say?"
"A slave can't hide her body in front of her Master..."
She delivered embarrassing lines far more smoothly than other women.
"Your already huge tits—who're you trying to seduce by making them so visible?"
The sheer fabric stretched taut over her overwhelming breasts, like it might rip.
The shape's perfect too...
Without realizing it, Han Soin grabbed her right breast.
"Feels nice."
He kneaded it. Kneaded it again.
"You can touch as much as you want if it's you, Master..."
To the young man groping her without permission: "Only for you, Master—anywhere."
She told him to feel free to touch more.
"Want anything?"
He asked after kneading her breasts a dozen times.
"Like last time... talk casually to me..."
It was an unfamiliar request for Han Soin, who usually spoke formally.
"Hee-seon likes casual talk, huh. Such a perv."
"Thank you, Master... Ahh...!"
She moaned as he pinched her nipple hard through the sheer fabric. Casual speech followed by unasked-for fondling—acts Song Hee-seon loved.
"Let's go inside."
"Yes, Master."
Han Soin tugged her nipple, leading her deeper into the apartment.
> [Sexual Fetish Level: Masochist(3)]
To please her, he tried casual speech once more.
"Feeling good, Hee-seon?"
"Yes, Master... Thank you."
Inside the apartment, the living room floor was covered with various paddles.
"I've prepared about eighteen kinds, Master."
"You must want to get hit a lot. Can't help it—you're such a masochist slut."
Far from hating his insult, her cheeks flushed.
"Yes, Master. As a masochist slut, I can't help needing your touch."
The mature beauty repeated shameful words to the younger, smaller man.
Her nipples had hardened, poking blatantly through the sheer fabric.
Han Soin released her nipples and said,
"The one at the far right. Bring it. Hee-seon."
"Yes, Master."
She fetched the switch-like tool and offered it politely with both hands.
"No men hitting on the remarriage bait?"
"Kids at photoshoots ask for my number sometimes... but I won't take it without your permission, Master."
"Too bad. If they knew you like this stuff, they'd all come running."
Smack.
The switch lightly struck her ass. Her nipples stiffened to their limit.
She really loves getting hit.
Han Soin confirmed her erogenous zones: both cheeks, her favorite spots.
"Kneel and present your face."
"Yes, Master."
The poised, intellectual beauty's face became his target.
Feels a bit awkward.
Even knowing she wanted it, a twinge of guilt hit him. He raised his hand and slapped her left cheek.
Slap!
The older beauty's face turned from the impact. Her abnormal lust thrilled Song Hee-seon.
"Anyone know you're into this?"
"My family doesn't yet, Master."
"A woman whose nipples get hard from getting slapped."
He tugged her erect nipple through the fabric, then slapped her other cheek.
Slap!
Giving her exactly what she craved. Pain bloomed in both cheeks and nipples. A shiver of pleasure ran up her spine.
"Thank you, Master."
The pure beauty dripped from her pussy. Satisfying her unusual tendencies—something Han Soin always kept in mind.
"Already leaking from your pussy."
"I'm sorry... Master."
"What can you do? You were born that way, right?"
A woman tons of men wanted just her number—he groped her massive breasts and ass to his heart's content.
"Getting off on a young guy slapping your face. You're beyond saving."
"I'm sorry, Master. It's embarrassing, but that's what Hee-seon is."
The humiliation of the slap and degrading words fueled her masochism even more. She even noticed Han Soin had gotten better at insulting her than before.
"I came to check if you've changed your mind."
"No, Master."
Truth be told, he was a bit nervous, so he schooled his expression and said,
"Bring the slave contract from last time."
"Yes, Master."
He had plans with Hee-na later, so he'd enjoy Song Hee-seon's body moderately before heading out.
Masochist Slave Song Hee-seon renounces all human rights and belongs to Han Soin.
Masochist Slave Song Hee-seon recalls the first sentence every time she is used as a sexual tool by Han Soin.
This contract cannot be broken.
Masochist Slave Song Hee-seon (seal)
She brought the slave contract framed like artwork. Humiliating pussy-shaped seals stamped where the ink should be. Naturally kneeling, she offered it politely with both hands.
After taking the contract, Han Soin opened her status screen.
Upgrade... with Hee-seon, as expected.
Even at Level 3, she was more obedient and loyal than anyone.
Now three at Level 4.
He hit accept, and her submission updated.
"Hee-seon."
"Yes, Master."
"Read the first line of the contract."
At his command, she recited calmly.
"Masochist Slave Song Hee-seon renounces all human rights and belongs to Han Soin. That's it, Master."
Even saying it herself stirred a perverse pleasure in her. Before she knew it, she'd given herself so completely to this young man named Han Soin.
"From now on, I'll call you out in front of anyone."
"Yes, Master."
"You might get used as a masturbation toy in front of strangers, or fucked in front of people you know."
"Like my old classmates... people like that?"
"Does that matter?"
"..."
Under his gaze, Song Hee-seon realized what she had to do. She slammed her massive breasts to the floor in dogeza.
Her vows to offer anything to Han Soin resurfaced in her memory.
"According to the contract, what's your status?"
"Masochist Slave Song Hee-seon, who renounced human rights... has no choice. Master."
He looked down at her head pressed to the floor in humiliating dogeza.
Something tells me she'd love it if I stepped on her...
After a brief hesitation, he pressed his foot down on her head. An inexplicable sense of conquest flowed through his body.
"This is the path you chose before. This is you now."
"No regrets... Master. Thank you for stepping on this masochist slave's head."
Han Soin pondered how long to keep stepping. Acting stern and cruel would please her more.
He tapped her face with his foot.
"Stand up and take off the sheer clothes."
Humiliating treatment, but she thanked him and obeyed.
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
She stood quickly, stripping off the top and skirt. Setting the clothes aside, she stood at attention naked. Without being ordered, she soon spread her legs, making her pussy easy to access.
Seeing her perfect submission, Han Soin felt arousal and deep conquest. Without showing it, he added a perverse command.