You're Just a Bitch in Heat
You're a fucking lunatic. A rich lunatic. So just wear what I tell you to wear and do what I say. Don't you want thirty million won every month? If you behave, I'll even throw in bonuses. That life-changing reversal you've always dreamed of? I'll make it happen for you. Instead of drowning in debt, drown under my cock, you stupid bitch.
"Sigh… let's just stop talking."
My sister-in-law said that and turned to leave the house. I hadn't expected her cold reaction, so I panicked, jumping up and grabbing her wrist as she tried to escape. I still had a long way to go before earning a hundred billion—I couldn't let Mihyeon slip away so easily.
Thud—.
"Where are you going…? Are you in a bad mood today?"
"Ugh…!!"
"What the hell… what's wrong with you?"
I'd only grabbed her wrist lightly. But her reaction was strange.
"Are you hurt? Why are you acting like this?"
"L-let go…"
"Do I look like I'm about to let go right now?"
She kept trying to pull her wrist free. Ignoring her pained expression, I gripped her hand firmly and lifted the sleeve of the cardigan she was wearing. Her thin wrist—fragile enough to snap if squeezed too hard—was covered in ugly purple bruises.
A sharp ringing pierced my ears. It felt like my eyes were rolling back in my head. My brain burned white-hot, every thought evaporating until nothing remained but pure rage.
It was fine if I left marks on what was mine. But I couldn't tolerate anyone else touching something I'd already marked with my cum.
The soaring feeling of buying a house and piercing the atmosphere had plummeted straight through the floor into the mantle.
"Who did this?"
"L-let go… What does it matter to you…! Whether I'm hurt or not… anyway, the only thing you're interested in is this, isn't it…!"
Maybe she was in an especially bad mood today, because she snapped back harshly. Normally I would've calmed her down first and talked things through. She always listened better when I approached her gently rather than forcefully. But right now I didn't have the patience for that.
In a voice that sounded oppressively cold even to my own ears, I glared at her and said, "I'm not in the mood to indulge your tantrums, Kim Mihyun. Stop dodging the question and tell me who did this. Was it your husband?"
"If you know… if you know, then what? What can you even do about it…? No, why would you even want to do anything for me?"
"…"
"Who the hell are you…!! Why are you doing this to me!! Do you… do you actually like me?!"
It was a sudden question, but it carried no lightness at all. The moisture in her voice quickly cooled the heat that had been burning in my head. Because of that, I couldn't answer her carelessly.
Originally, I could have told her I liked her as much as she wanted. Because I did like her.
But the meaning behind her question—the desperate, frantic meaning packed into her plea—wasn't that simple. The "liking" she spoke of was singular. The one and only kind in the world.
She wanted from me a complete, undivided love that couldn't be shared with anyone else.
After staring intently at my face with tear-filled eyes, she suddenly let out a scornful laugh.
"Heh… see? Do you know what your face looks like right now? It's hilarious. Why does it hurt? I asked if you like me, so why does it hurt? You piece of shit…"
"…"
"That's why… that's why I can't tell you… sob… I can't tell you… you bastard… hic…"
Thump. Thump.
With her free hand—the one I wasn't holding—she weakly thumped my chest. She had such thin wrists. There was no way her hits could hurt. They shouldn't have.
"Sob… why do you keep shaking me up… hic… why do you keep being so good to me and stealing my heart… when you're not even going to take responsibility…"
"I'll take responsibility… isn't that what you want?"
I knew the responsibility she spoke of and the responsibility I spoke of had completely different meanings. But if I couldn't say anything, I at least wanted to make excuses. I hoped she'd fall for even that much.
But she had no intention of being fooled or pretending to be fooled and stopping here. Even though she knew that if she kept digging like this, our precarious relationship would rush toward ruin, she wouldn't stop.
"How will you take responsibility? With that fancy money? Or with sex? Do you really think that's what I want…?"
"…"
"Why can't you speak? You already know everything… sob… you know what I want… that's why you're treating me like this…"
I couldn't refute her. Everything she said was right. She knew perfectly well why I acted like a bastard, teasing her while making sure she could never escape me.
"Don't draw a line saying not to love you and then be kind to me. You're complete trash. No, you're like a devil."
"…"
"Because of you, I'm completely dried up… it feels like I'm going to die from how hard it is…"
"…"
"Don't love me as a joke… you tell me not to love you, but then you keep playing with me when you're not even going to love me back…"
Plop, plop—.
Tears like chicken droppings kept flowing from her eyes as she poured her emotions out at me. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. But this was something I'd been prepared for ever since I decided to fuck every beauty in the world.
Watching her cry silently, I opened my mouth. If I was going to keep my lips sealed and say nothing in the face of this much hardship, I never should have started in the first place.
"Who said not to love you? I love you. You can love me as much as you want. Just don't expect me to love only you. That's impossible."
"You call that… you call that speaking…!!"
"You just need to eat the food I give you and live satisfied. Live not as my woman, but as my pet. Is that so hard? You actually want that too, don't you? Yeah? You can stop selling your body. Divorce that worthless husband of yours. Don't think about anything. Don't worry about anything. Just live as my cumdump. That would be the happiest life for you."
"You…!!"
Whoosh—.
Her hand flew toward my cheek. It was the one with the bruised wrist. I caught her wrist. Deliberately gripping the bruised part hard with my palm.
Slap—.
"Ahh…!! It… it hurts…!!"
"It hurts? That's a good thing."
"What… what are you saying…!!"
I activated the Hand of God and poured pure lust into her bruised wrist. There was no such thing as controlling the intensity. I crammed it in like a bank robber stuffing a bag with cash. After all, I had always planned to eventually remodel Mihyeon into a mindless toilet that could only think about my cock. Today just happened to be that day.
'I need to train her properly. Show her exactly where she belongs.'
The only reason she was suffering was because she was too greedy. Because she didn't know her place and kept struggling to claim the spot beside me.
This was only the beginning. If I kept strengthening myself, I might become a sex monster who could fuck a hundred or even a thousand times a day for real. No woman would be able to handle my cock. For any human, living as a monster's pet rather than a wife or girlfriend was the only fitting role.
A greedy human who didn't know her place and tried to embrace a monster all by herself needed to be punished.
"Hngh…!! Haah…!! You… you… what is this… hng…!!"
While I held her wrist, she moaned and kept rubbing her thighs together. The overwhelming lust I'd injected—enough to make her body explode—had robbed her of her senses.
I brought her wrist to my mouth and bit it lightly.
"Aah…!!! Hngh…!!!!"
The moment I bit her wrist, she let out a sound that was half scream, half moan, then twisted her entire body while still standing.
"Look at you. How could someone like this love me? Love? That's something only humans do. You turn into a bitch in heat the moment I touch you. You'll never be able to do something like that. Got it?"
"Hngh…!! D-don't do this. Hae… Minjun… please… I… I'm becoming weird… my body… hngh…!! My body's becoming weird… heu… haa…"
She begged me, terrified of turning into a bitch. I ignored her and dragged her by the wrist into the bedroom, then threw her onto the bed.
Thump—.
"Haaang… hng…!! Haa… haa… haeu… hngh…!!"
She lay on the bed, breathing heavily. Her legs were bent and fidgeting restlessly, and with trembling hands she desperately stroked her pussy and breasts. The clothes she wore were almost completely stripped away, revealing her lacy, sexy underwear.
I stripped off my own clothes, grabbed only my belt, and climbed onto the bed. I pinned her body down, seized both her hands—which had been masturbating without permission—and tied them above her head with the belt.
"Hngh…!! Untie me… please…!! Aeu… hak… this isn't… me… sob…!!"
"No. This is exactly who you are, Kim Mihyun. You're not a person. You're a female toilet that goes into heat and loses control the moment it sees my cock. How many times do I have to say it before you understand?"
"Aaaah…!! Hngh…!! N-no… I don't like this… I'm… becoming weird…!! Mmph…!!!"
I shoved my cock into the mouth of the woman who kept babbling about how strange she felt. The woman who had been twisting her body in protest suddenly took my cock into her mouth as if she'd been waiting for it, gently bobbing her head back and forth without being told.
I grabbed the back of her head and helped her take my cock even deeper into her throat.
"Gehk…!! Geup!!! Ubu!!! Ubup!!!"
"Kuh… Suck it. Deeper. Don't use your teeth. This is the only thing you're good for."
"Gup!!! Ugg!!! Geug…!!! Ubup!!!"
I violated her throat all the way to her uvula, mercilessly degrading her. But it still wasn't enough to make her realize she wasn't some proud human, but merely a toilet.
She was a pathetic bitch who could happily enjoy things far more degrading than this.
I pressed my fingers firmly against her nose.
"Ughup!!! Ubueu!!! Geuup!!!!!"
With both her mouth and nose blocked, her throat tightened even more around me. The wet, soft, squishy flesh inside her throat squeezed my cock tightly. I stopped moving my hips, pushed my thick, long shaft all the way to the deepest part of her mouth so she couldn't even retch, and only pulled out when I thought she might actually suffocate.
When I withdrew, a thick strand of saliva mixed with precum stretched out from her mouth.
"Kheheeeek…!! Kek!!! Kheee…!! Kehek!!"
She gasped desperately for air. Tears and snot poured down her face as she focused solely on breathing. Her mouth was naturally gaping wide open, so I thrust my cock back inside.
"Kehek…!!!! Uup!!!! Ubup!!! Kkeup!!! Geup!!"
"Kuh…"
Her throat clamped down violently as my cock plunged deep without warning. I blocked her nose again and thrust my hips hard. The urge to cum rose in an instant.
"Ubup!!! Kkeup!! Kek!!! Kkub!!! Heup!!!"
"I'm going to cum, so swallow every drop. Kuh…"
-Spluuuuurtttt!!!!
I grabbed her head and pulled it so deep that her face was buried in my pubic hair, then unloaded thick ropes of semen straight into her mouth.
-Splurt!! Splurt!!
Since it was my first ejaculation of the day, the streams of cum were like piss. It wouldn't stop. There was so much that some of it seemed to be flowing back up; I could feel her shoulders jerking as she kept dry-heaving.
"Uup…!!! Uum… klup… uuup…!!!"
"Don't spit it out. If you do, I'll make you lick up every last drop."
"Uum…! Gulp…!"
-Gulp. Gulp.
She must have understood me, because even as tears streamed down her face, she slowly worked her throat, trying to swallow the semen. I waited until she'd swallowed every bit of the cum that had backflowed into her mouth, only pulling my cock out after she had taken it all.
"Kehek…!! Kek…!!! Cough, cough. Cough… haeu… haak…"
"Look at me. Don't just breathe blankly—look at me."
"Haeu… heuu…"
At my command, she looked up at my face. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused. It was the face of a completely broken female whose brain had been devoured by lust.
"Open your mouth."
"Aeu… haa…"
"Wider. So I can see inside."
She looked at me and opened her mouth wide.
"Use your tongue to gather all the cum left in your mouth. Get it off your gums and from between your teeth too."
"…ub… chuup…"
She began swirling her tongue with her mouth open, just as I'd ordered. The sight of her spreading her mouth wide like a bitch in heat, lewdly swirling her tongue to collect my semen, made my cock—which had been resting—throb back to full hardness.
"Got it all?"
Nod, nod.
With her mouth full of semen, she couldn't speak and could only nod.
"Don't swallow yet. Keep swirling your tongue. Hold my cum in your mouth and slowly roll it around so you can really taste it."
"Abuu… haeu…"
She gave a small nod and slowly swirled her tongue, rolling the semen inside her mouth. It spun round and round like the mixer drum on a cement truck.
"Good. Now close your mouth and swallow."
"Uup… up… gulp… kkeup… ubuu…"
She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowed the semen with an audible gulp, then opened her eyes and looked at me. I met her gaze and gently stroked the back of her head.
Proper carrot and stick were essential for efficient toilet training. Since she'd followed orders well, I gave her the affection she craved most, like a treat.
Stroke. Stroke.
"Does it feel good?"
"Haeu… haaa… mmm… it feels good…"
"How good?"
"Haang… haak… I don't know… please… do more… do something to me… Minjun… I'm going crazy… hngh, heung…"
"Alright. But from today on, you're my toilet. Do everything I tell you to do, and don't do anything I tell you not to. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, everything is mine. Understand?"
"Hng… I… I understand… heehe… please… please… I'll be your toilet… haak… please… Master…"