May I Call You Master? (2)

Min Seoeun looked me straight in the eye as she told me she would call me Master.

It should have been a deeply shameful thing to say — embarrassing, mortifying. And yet the tremor in the hand clutching the hem of her skirt made it impossible to believe she felt nothing at all.

"Alright."

"Mas—!"

"On one condition."

"...Sir?"

"Only when we're doing it. Not in everyday life. Obviously. We see each other far more often at the office, after all. What happens if it sticks and you end up calling me Master at work? Do you have any idea how dangerous a habit can be?"

"Ah... yes."

Seoeun obeyed me as she always did, and believed every word I said. Not that she needed the push — what I'd just told her had plenty of persuasive force on its own.

"And not right now, either."

"Why not now...?"

"When I'm with you later, of course you can. I'd actually like hearing you call me Master. But here's how I see it."

She had already made up her mind to serve me as her Master, it seemed — she even leaned in a little, hanging on every word.

"Master... It's good. Too good. But if you toss it around like it's nothing, that special flavor turns ordinary. Hearing it from you when we're together is more than enough."

"I understand what you mean, Assistant Manager."

Sharp as ever. She grasped it immediately, and in this moment used the ordinary title — Assistant Manager — instead of Master.

"Good. Want to go wash up first, Seoeun?"

"Understood, Assistant Manager."

"Take your time in there. If you rush and slip, you could get seriously hurt. Got it?"

"Yes, Assistant Manager."

She gave a curt nod and disappeared into the bathroom tucked in the corner of the motel room.

Shhh, shhh, shhh.

The frosted glass door kept me from seeing inside properly, but her silhouette came through with perfect clarity. The height. The long legs. The unmistakable curves. The fact that I couldn't quite see her only wound the anticipation tighter, and while she showered I pulled up her page.

Seoeun's Remarks... the first and second had never changed from the beginning. Only the third had shifted, and only a little.

The previous version had been something like... even when she got aroused she would get wet, but she would never let it show. The situations had been different, too. The first time, I'd worked her over in the car until she was dripping, and her face had stayed completely blank. The second time, she'd had a vibrator inside her and had been forced to hold out as long as she possibly could.

So what about now?

Yes. That should do it.

I was still turning over how she might react later when the sound of water cut off. A little more time passed — long enough that she should have finished drying off and come out — and Seoeun still did not appear.

"Seoeun? What's going on?"

"Ah— nothing, sir! I'll be right out!"

I'd actually been worried something had happened. A moment later she stepped out wearing the exact same clothes she'd gone in with.

"What were you doing in there? I was starting to think something was wrong."

"W-well... I was deliberating."

"Deliberating over what?"

"Whether I should put on a fresh set of underwear and pantyhose... or put the ones I'd been wearing back on... I wasn't sure what to do..."

"Why were you agonizing over that?"

"I did bring a change of clothes, but, ah... I couldn't stop wondering which one you would prefer, Assistant Manager..."

"......"

There she goes again. Why does she only ever pick the cutest things to do?

"So which is it right now? The new ones, or the ones you had on today?"

"...The ones I... the ones I had on. I put those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back on."

How did she keep reading my mind this well? Seriously.

"...Good girl. I'll wash up and be right out. Just wait a little."

"Understood, Assistant Manager."

Her words had already left me so hard it was difficult to walk, but I managed well enough to get myself into the bathroom.

Her heart was pounding.

While Woojin showered, Min Seoeun sat obediently on the bed and tried to imagine what sex would feel like.

...It'll feel good. Of course it will. And if the other person is Woojin of all people... even better.

"No."

But she must not enjoy it.

First, she needed to lock down the most important premise of all.

Do I like Woojin? Do I feel attraction toward him as a man — as someone of the opposite sex?

"That's..."

As she had told him not long ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ago: someday it might become true. But if she were asked whether that was the case right now, the answer was no.

Then why was she about to have sex with that man?

"...Because I have to repay him."

Woojin was her benefactor... no, something beyond that.

He had, in fact, treated her like a benefactor. But that alone did not make him someone she should sleep with — let alone someone she should give her first time to.

The problem was the remarks attached to her without her knowledge, amplifying her gratitude toward him over and over again.

And so — setting aside the matter of giving him her first time — the sex she was about to have with Woojin was not something they were doing because they liked each other. It was composed entirely of gratitude toward him.

Put a little harshly... or a little pitifully... it was something closer to a tribute.

But Min Seoeun felt no shame in that. Precisely because she was not doing it out of desire, she vowed to suppress her own pleasure as much as possible.

"In the videos, they definitely..."

Why? Because I'm not allowed to enjoy it. The one who should feel good is Master, not me. I exist to serve him.

I must not enjoy this.

I have to serve.

I have to give him everything.

As Seoeun nodded to herself, steeling her resolve, Woojin's shower came to an end.

Unlike Seoeun, who had come back out in the same outfit she'd worn to work, Woojin stepped out of the bathroom in the white robe provided by the motel.

...Wait. What do I do? Should I stand up and wait? Am I... am I allowed to stay sitting?

She was neither standing nor sitting. Large dogs, especially, would sometimes settle into that odd posture — hind legs parked on the sofa, front legs planted on the floor. She rose in exactly that awkward half-crouch and stared blankly at Woojin as he came toward her.

"What were you doing?"

"Just... just waiting, sir."

"You must have been bored. You could have looked at your phone. Or put the TV on."

"I'm fine."

Tension.

The fact that it was Woojin, that she felt some kind of regard for him, all of that aside — this wasn't some other act. She was about to have sex for the first time, and that alone stirred up a nervousness far larger than anything her resolve had prepared her for.

"You're not too nervous, are you?"

"I'm not particularly nervous."

"I've been looking at you for three weeks now, Seoeun. I can read your face pretty well at this point. That's a pretty nervous expression."

"...No, sir. I am not nervous."

"I'll punish you if you lie."

"......"

He'd said she would be punished for lying. He hadn't said she would be punished for saying nothing. She pressed her lips shut, and Woojin laughed and set his hand on top of her head. Then he stroked her hair, slow and easy.

And then—

"Haaaaaah..."

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heart began to hammer so wildly she almost wondered if she really did like him. She understood the reaction as the natural nerves of a first time, now that things were truly about to begin.

It was nothing of the sort.

"Seoeun."

"Y-yes... Assistant Manager..."

"Assistant Manager? You're supposed to call me Master now."

"...Yes. Mas... Mas...ter."

"Seoeun."

"Yes, Master — haaah..."

"Why are you so tense?"

"I-I'm not tense, it's just... I'm shaking..."

Remark 3: becomes so aroused from Choi Woojin's touch that she cannot hold back her voice.

That was why.

His hand settled on her thigh.

Then it drew slowly upward... past her stomach, until it reached her chest.

And when he gave her breast a light squeeze—

"Haaaaah...!"

Seoeun's mouth was already panting out breath at a heat she had never once produced in her life.

Watching Seoeun suddenly start panting like that, I was struck all over again by just how powerful the Remarks really were.

I hadn't even warmed her up with any other touching first. I hadn't gone for her nipples, the most sensitive spot. I hadn't grabbed her that hard. I wasn't even touching bare skin — I'd just given her a light squeeze over her clothes.

"Haaaaah...!"

Seoeun flinched through her whole body with an expression I had never seen on her before. The funny part was that even while she was twitching like that—

"...Nnh, hah...!"

—she still tried to hold the sound in, as if she weren't allowed to make it.

I stopped there.

The moment I took my hand off her chest, she let out a long breath that sounded almost like relief. She was probably telling herself it was just first-time nerves, running too high. I didn't bother correcting the misunderstanding. I rose a little from where I sat and stood in front of her.

"Mas...ter?"

Making a show of it, I let the robe fall. My cock pointed straight at her.

It had been a while since Seoeun had seen it. Combined with the angle and the way I was standing, she looked like she was trying to decide whether she was supposed to suck me off.

That would have been nice too. But for now I just stood there and looked her over, taking my time with the woman perched on the edge of the bed.

Blouse. Formal skirt. Pantyhose. I ran my eyes over an outfit neat enough that she could have walked into the office just like this, and I was thoroughly satisfied.

"Seoeun."

"Yes, Master."

"Lie down."

"What? Ah— yes."

She'd looked ready to drop to her knees the second I ordered her to suck me. The instruction that actually came out was nothing like what she'd expected, and she was briefly thrown — but she climbed onto the bed at once and lay down perfectly straight, as if at attention.

Once I was sure she was down, I climbed on after her, planted a hand beside her face, and lowered myself over her.

And then I simply stayed there.

I looked at her blunt... no, pretty... no, no. Her cute face. I stared at it openly, and that only seemed to embarrass her more — she turned her head slightly to the side.

I waited.

As if she had no right to escape her Master's gaze, Seoeun turned her face back toward mine. Even now her expression barely changed, but her face had gone quite red.

I bent my arm slowly and kissed her, soft and unhurried. Seoeun shuddered hard, completely at a loss for what to do with herself.

"...Nnhh, mmnh..."

Ah. Why is she this cute?