The Master's Scent
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Screeech-. I parked the car in the garage and turned to Yuna. “Yuna, just five minutes. Sorry, but I need to tidy up the house real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, Minjun. I’ll wait here. Take your time.”
Thud-. Leaving Yuna in the passenger seat, I headed inside to find Yeonju. ‘She’s not in the living room… probably in the master bedroom?’
Truthfully, ever since Yeonju moved in, she spent more time unconscious than awake. That was because I personally made sure she passed out from our sessions. But once the house became a sanctuary and gained the fatigue-recovery buff, the duration of her blackouts had shortened considerably. It was definitely a plus that we could have more sex, but I couldn’t help worrying about Yeonju being left alone while I was out.
‘If she just quietly passed out, I wouldn’t have to worry… Maybe I should teach her something like LeoRe?’
Inside this house, Yeonju had nothing to do except have sex with me and eat. That had been enough so far, but now I needed to think about how to fill her empty hours.
-Haaah. Ungh…
“…?”
While I was pondering how to occupy Yeonju’s free time, a sudden moan reached my ears. I pressed my ear to the master bedroom door and held my breath.
-Minjun…! Haaang…! Minjun… Haa, haah…!
‘…Well, look at that.’
I had assumed she would be bored and depressed being left alone, but it seemed Yeonju was enjoying herself just fine. She had become noticeably more lewd lately from all the repeated fainting sex, but since it was entirely my fault she turned out this way, I had no right to complain on moral grounds.
‘Hmm. I don’t have much time… but a little should be fine.’
Even if everything was my fault, there was no way I could let such a profitable opportunity slip by.
Creaaak. Bang!
I flung the bedroom door open before Yeonju could react. Lying on the bed with her face buried in my dress shirt, Yeonju jolted in surprise and called my name.
“Eek…! M-Minjun?!”
“…Yeonju. What exactly are you doing right now?”
“Aah…! Th-this is… I was just…”
At my sharp tone, Yeonju panicked and quickly hid the shirt behind her back.
“That. Isn’t that the one I put in the laundry basket?”
“Huh? Wh-wh-wh-what… what do you mean?”
“The thing you’re hiding behind your back right now. It’s mine, isn’t it? What were you doing with it? Just now?”
As I approached like a detective interrogating a suspect, Yeonju’s pupils trembled violently.
“I asked what you were doing while I was gone, Yeonju.”
“Ugh… N-no… Hic… I-I just… wanted to smell your scent, Minjun… and while I was smelling it, I got… excited…”
With her usual puppy-like cute face, Yeonju confessed exactly what kind of naughty thing she had been doing. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The fact that she had been calling my name and masturbating while alone at home was already an enormous turn-on. But it wasn’t just regular masturbation—she had gotten aroused from sniffing my shirt and started touching herself. My cock instantly began to harden at the incredibly arousing situation.
I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right then and there, but with no time, the main event would have to wait. Still, a mini-game or two wouldn’t hurt.
“Hoo… Yeonju.”
“Y-yes. Yes…”
“Lie down.”
“U-ung. I’m sorry. I-I did something wrong…”
Even as she said that, Yeonju obediently lay face-down on the bed. The way her plump ass twitched and jiggled told me she already knew what was coming. Well, we had used this pattern often enough that she could probably predict it. Maybe I should change things up a bit.
“If you did something wrong, you deserve to be punished. Understand?”
“Y-yes. I’m sorry, Minjun.”
“When you’re being punished, you’re supposed to call me Master, remember?”
“A-ah… I-I’m sorry, Master…! Haaah…!!”
Smack-!
I brought my palm down gently on Yeonju’s ass. It was too soft to really count as punishment, but since the goal wasn’t actual corporal punishment, it didn’t matter.
[420]
‘Whoa. She really is a money printer. Our Yeonju.’
I checked the obedience score floating above her head. The number I saw was 420. Right after making her pass out, it had been in the late 300s. That meant her obedience had been steadily accumulating even while I was out of the house. It really did feel like an idle mobile game. And if I converted the obedience points she had gained while I was gone into cash, it came out to roughly 5 billion won. An absurd amount.
‘She’s not some goose that lays golden eggs…’
Actually, unless it was some genetically engineered super-laying goose, no golden-egg-laying bird could produce this much. Yeonju really was a treasure to me, and deciding to live with that treasure had been a wise choice.
‘Our tastes match perfectly too. Well, she is SSS-grade for a reason.’
Still lying face-down, Yeonju turned her head and glanced at me. I raised my hand high in a threatening gesture, then brought it down in an instant.
Smack-!!
“Hik…!! Huaaang-!!”
My palm struck her already-trembling ass once more. But again, there was almost no real force behind it. The motion was big, but I pulled all the power out at the moment of impact, so it only made a loud sound. Yeonju didn’t particularly enjoy pain—she simply loved the absolute submission and the act of being punished itself. This level was more than enough.
Roleplaying as a strict master and spanking her ass was one of the obedience-farming bugs I had discovered while living with Yeonju.
[426]
‘Nice. This is it.’
Just one spank had raised her obedience by 6. Smacking that plump, rice-cake-like ass that everyone wanted to touch instantly earned me 600 million won. If this wasn’t a bug, what was?
I kept “punishing” Yeonju’s ass—loud slaps with almost no actual force—until her obedience stopped rising, racking up the points. Once the pleasant collection session was over, I brainwashed her to fall asleep until I woke her, then left the room.
‘I don’t know how long it’ll take to brainwash Yuna…’
After putting Yeonju to sleep to buy time to farm Yuna’s obedience in peace, I headed straight for the garage. Yuna, who had been sitting in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone out of boredom, brightened when she saw me.
“Yuna. Sorry for making you wait so long.”
“No, it’s fine, Minjun. Can I come in now?”
“Of course.”
I opened the passenger door and guided Yuna inside. Since I had only bought a ton of clothes and no new furniture or appliances, the house looked exactly as Yuna had shown it to me. We naturally sat side by side on the living room sofa.
“You said you were tired, Yuna. Want to go wash up and get ready for bed?”
“Huh…? Um… I-I am tired, but I don’t think I can sleep…”
“Really? Then how about we wash up and watch a movie on TV?”
“Ah, yes! That sounds good!”
Even if I had bluntly suggested sex, Yuna probably wouldn’t have refused, but the one desperate for it wasn’t me—it was Yuna. Instead of taking the lead, it was better to just set the mood and make her squirm.
After we each showered in separate bathrooms and gathered back in the living room, I asked, “What kind of movies do you like, Yuna?”
“Huh? I like anything…”
“Really? Then let’s just watch the highest-ranked one.”
“Okay, that works.”
I grabbed the remote, navigated to the movie category on the IPTV, and checked the popularity rankings. Number one was a big-budget American zombie horror blockbuster. It didn’t seem like the most appropriate choice for watching with a girlfriend, but since I wasn’t expecting much from the movie anyway, I paid for it without a second thought and started it.
After a few ads, the production company logo appeared on the massive TV screen. The movie began in earnest, and out of courtesy we focused on it for about five minutes. Even though we had only put it on so we could fidget on the sofa together, jumping straight into other activities the moment the movie started would have been too obvious. So we gave ourselves a brief moment of restraint.
Maybe it wasn’t number one for nothing—the movie was more entertaining than expected. The zombies weren’t CGI; they were actors in detailed makeup, and the practical effects looked incredibly realistic. The eerie sound design and the protagonist’s gradually deteriorating mental state were also well done. The story was the usual zombie apocalypse survival fare, but stories were never the main point of zombie movies anyway. Eventually they would either find a vaccine or escape on a rescue helicopter that conveniently appeared during a crisis, and the movie would end.
[GRAAAAAWR!!!!!!!!]
“Kyaa-!”
Startled by a zombie that suddenly lunged out, Yuna screamed and grabbed my arm tightly.
“…You okay? Are you really scared?”
“Ah… I-it’s fun, but… it’s too scary and gross. The zombies… Ah, I didn’t mean to.”
Yuna, embarrassed, quickly tried to pull her arm away. I caught her retreating hand and placed it back on my forearm, signaling that she could hold on as much as she wanted. Even this small gesture sent ripples of emotion through Yuna’s eyes.
“Th-thank you, Minjun. I-I’ll only borrow it when it’s really scary.”
“It’s nothing. Just hold on. You said zombies scare you, and since it’s a zombie movie, they’ll keep appearing until the end.”
“Then… I-I guess I will.”
Yuna leaned against my arm like a caterpillar and continued watching the movie. At first I thought she might lose focus from embarrassment, but she quickly became absorbed.
“Ugh…!!”
Even though she found zombies scary, Yuna wrapped her arms tightly around mine at least a hundred times while watching. Each time, I felt the soft texture of her skin and caught a pleasant scent, so unlike Yuna, I couldn’t really focus on the movie. Well, Yuna was someone who buried herself in work every day, so it made sense she would enjoy this kind of leisure time. I didn’t mind either—watching Yuna enjoy the movie and the constant physical contact with her was entertaining enough.
“Wow… It was a lot more fun than I expected, Minjun.”
The movie ended after a relatively short runtime of about one hour and twenty minutes. Yuna gave a brief review, but the way she was tightly wrapped around my shoulder was proof enough of how much she had enjoyed it. Like a sloth, she was completely stuck to one of my arms—so much so that it was practically fusion. Her breasts were squished against my forearm, each one compressed into a handful.
“Ah…! I’m sorry!”
Realizing I had been blankly feeling the sensation of her breasts, Yuna hurriedly pulled away. I looked at her with eyes full of genuine regret.
“Sorry for what? I was enjoying it. A lot.”
“…You were enjoying it? It wasn’t uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable? No. I got to have plenty of skinship with you, so I’m satisfied.”
“…”
Yuna blushed and lowered her head without replying. She was probably thinking about how much she had been clinging to my arm.
“Ah…”
“Since the movie’s over, should we go to bed?”
“Huh…? R-right now? Already?”
“You said you were tired. If you have work tomorrow, you should sleep early.”
“No… That’s true, but…”
“Come on, I’ll show you to the guest room. Rest comfortably.”
I grabbed Yuna’s hand half-forcefully and led her to the room. I knew perfectly well why she had insisted on coming to my house instead of resting comfortably at her own place. I was simply curious how she would handle the situation.
Creaaak-. I brought Yuna into the spacious guest room with its large bed, sat her down, and immediately acted like I was about to leave, offering a quick goodbye.
“Sharing a room would be uncomfortable, so you can rest here comfortably. There’s a scented candle over there—want me to light it?”
“Ah… N-no… It’s not that…”
“Oh, you don’t need it? I heard it’s good for fatigue recovery… Well, if you don’t want it, there’s nothing I can do. Then I’ll be going—”
“W-wait a second! Minjun!”
“Yeah? What is it?”
Yuna grabbed me as I turned to leave. I looked back at her with an innocent, clueless expression.
‘Ah, this is too fun. What do I do?’
After that intense roleplay with Seolyoung, it seemed I had become someone who couldn’t be satisfied unless I was playing a concept. Fully immersed in the role, I sent Yuna a pure, twenty-year-old’s gaze. A look that said: You said you were tired, so why aren’t you going to sleep? Why are you holding my wrist instead? I conveyed the message skillfully through my eyes and body language alone.
“M-massage!! Could you give me a massage?”
“A massage?”
“When I sit for a long time at work, my shoulders and back get stiff. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep like this… I’m sorry, but if you could just give me a quick massage, Minjun…”
“Ah~ Of course. No problem, Yuna.”
I answered casually and moved behind her to sit down. As I slowly raised both hands toward her back, I felt Yuna’s body stiffen slightly.