Graduation
It was getting on toward two o'clock.
I laughed at the flustered voice Lee Yun-hui had given me earlier. Luck had put Kim Ji-yeon right there with her, so I'd reeled them both in with a single call.
The dirt I held on them was lethal, and they'd accepted my proposal of three rounds of sex.
Yu-ra and her mother were the real problem, though. In a way, she was the ringleader behind everything.
Hmm. I was planning to skip the graduation ceremony once I finished working over the teachers… but I should go, shouldn't I?
I picked up the phone from my desk and called Kang Ho.
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Someone must be nearby.
"Tomorrow's visitation prep for Hyeong-seop and the others is ready, right? And tomorrow, get Ju-ae, Yun-hui, and Ji-yeon prepped for their tattoos."
"Ah… damn. Those bitches are already in heat, huh? Running straight over?"
"Yeah."
"Then I'll send them over tomorrow morning. By car?"
"Bomi and Bosuni will take Jeong-mi's car."
"Got it."
I hung up, set the phone back on the desk, and stared blankly at the screen for a while, web surfing. Nothing of particular interest. With the day of my trip to LA drawing closer, I started searching the city itself.
I looked up a few tourist spots, then quit — I had a feeling I wouldn't have the time for any of that anyway.
Then the doorbell rang. On the wall intercom, the faces of two short-haired women appeared.
They're here.
I walked slowly to the front door, drew a deep breath, and opened it.
There stood Teacher Yun-hui and Teacher Ji-yeon. Both faces were set hard. I smirked and pointed into the apartment with one hand.
"…"
Heads bowed, they shuffled inside with the bleak expressions of cattle being led to slaughter.
Both of them in formal suits. The click of high heels, then the soft pad of bare feet as they slipped off their shoes and edged into the room, glancing around.
Around a hundred and sixty centimeters. Small frames. Small breasts. Narrow hips. Everything about them was small.
What they did have going for them was clean skin, and faces pretty enough that plenty of students had nursed quiet crushes on them.
Yun-hui was the round-faced one — still carrying a little baby fat that made her look almost cute. Ji-yeon had a faint sensuality in her eyes and mouth. Beauties who could easily rank in the top twenty percent, walking into the room with their heads down.
Click.
I shut the door and followed them in. They stood stranded between the desk and the bed, not knowing what to do with themselves.
"So. You both came prepared to have sex once, right? Both of you?"
"…Yeah. But I have a proposal for you."
Ji-yeon's sharp voice cut through the air. Yun-hui looked at her and nodded.
"What? I'm not backing off on the sex."
"…Just hear me out. The reason Yun-hui dumped your performance assessment assignment was because that bitch So Mi-jin ordered her to."
Hmm. So Yu-ra's mother's name is So Mi-jin.
"I know. I heard it from Hyeong-cheol's mother."
"What? …Then you already have evidence?"
Ji-yeon fidgeted, glanced at Yun-hui, and only then brought up the evidence.
I closed the distance in a single step. She flinched and backed up one pace.
"Evidence? Hmm… So if you hand over evidence, what exactly are you hoping for?"
"Th-three times is too many. Just… today?"
"No. Hand over the evidence and I'll knock it down by one."
Judging by Ju-ae's reaction, one session — one day — would be more than enough anyway.
The two of them looked at each other. Yun-hui nodded with a miserable face, and Ji-yeon turned back to me and nodded as well.
"Fine. Two times. And when it's over, you hand over all that so-called evidence to us?"
"Works for me. How are you going to give me the evidence?"
Ji-yeon sat down in the chair, opened Naver, and logged into her account. A few clicks later she created a folder on the desktop and started saving files into it.
"It's in my email. Audio files. Do the same thing you did to us."
"Ho… Perfect. I'll start by blackmailing Yu-ra, then."
Yun-hui stared at me with a rotten expression. Ji-yeon whipped around, startled.
Apparently they'd been planning to go after Yu-ra themselves.
A brief silence settled over the room.
When I ran my eyes up and down their bodies, Yun-hui clenched her fists in the fabric of her suit skirt. Ji-yeon, on the other hand, kept stealing glances at my body with a dazed look — the kind that said she already had experience with men.
"From now on, address me with respect. And today, you're sex slaves — so let's start with a slave declaration. State your names, call mine, and declare yourselves my sex slaves!!!"
I growled it out in a low register, packing will into every word. Both of them flinched hard, trembling.
They looked at each other, then their mouths opened.
"I, Lee Yun-hui… am Kim Ian's sex slave…"
"I, Kim Ji-yeon… am Kim Ian's sex slave…"
Time froze.
Wife / Slave / Bitch.
Which rank will you assign?
"Bitch."
Understood. A dog tail will be granted.
Before time resumed, I opened my Soul Eyes and inspected them. No clinging Ak-gwi. Whether their tails were drooping or simply not visible yet, I couldn't tell — I smirked and shut the Soul Eyes off.
"Good. Until midnight tonight, don't forget you're sex slaves. Want to get straight to it, or clean up first?"
"…W-we'll wash first… sir."
Yun-hui mumbled it with her head bowed deep. Ji-yeon nodded too.
I pointed toward the bathroom. They trudged off with the same limp, defeated posture.
"When you come out, don't cover yourselves. Walk out naked. That's an order."
"Th… yes."
I picked up the phone again — this time calling Jeong-mi. She was probably mid-shopping spree, but her voice came through after a single ring.
"Yes, dear."
Hmm… someone else must be around.
"Yeah. The teacher bitches are here, so I'll send them up to the fifth floor this evening. Train them, and call me when you're done."
"Hohoho. Yes. Should I… make them eat shit?"
Her voice dropped to a whisper on the last part.
I thought about it for a moment. Imagined the scene of feeding it to them — the moment right before they took it into their mouths.
With other women who'd only hurt me indirectly, the idea just felt filthy. With these two, the image hit me with a sharp, electric thrill.
"Not in front of me. Feed them while you're training them. Where are you?"
"Buying electronics. We're stocking every house, so the volume is pretty big."
"Alright. Good work. Free tomorrow?"
"No. If we're moving in on the fifteenth, tomorrow will be just as busy. All the bitches are already mobilized."
Even Ju-ae, who'd only joined yesterday, had been hauled off that morning. For today and tomorrow, the only women available were the two teacher bitches currently in the bathroom.
"Hmm… fine. And tell Hyeon-ju's mother, Sun-jeong, about the new address."
"Yes. I'll take care of it."
Click.
Lee Yun-hui could not believe what was happening as she stripped off her clothes in the bathroom.
It felt like a dream — and she kept wishing it were one.
Beside her, Ji-yeon's expression said she felt the same.
They finished peeling off their suits and set them on the shelf. Bras, panties, stockings — and as the last of it came off, tears started rolling down Yun-hui's face.
"Hic… Ji-yeon. I'm a virgin. Why do I have to give my virginity to a bastard like him? Hic… it's not fair."
Ji-yeon pulled her into a sudden embrace. Her body was trembling too.
"I know… How am I supposed to face Ju-ho after this? We were getting married next year… this is adultery. This is…"
A gentle pat on the back.
They sobbed for a moment — then a voice from outside made them jump. Yun-hui twisted the shower on and started washing.
Cold water slammed over her head, rinsing the tears away with it.
She scrubbed every inch of herself carefully, then stared blankly at the two toothbrushes sitting on the sink.
He's serious about this…
In the mirror, bloodshot eyes stared back first. Even while brushing her teeth, the raw sense of injustice wouldn't settle — tears kept spilling down her face.
The thought of offering up her virginity to a student who'd always treated her like nothing was unbearable. The toothpaste tasted foul. She grabbed the toilet and dry-heaved.
Ugh!!!
Tap tap tap.
"You okay?"
"Hic… yeah…"
Only after finishing her teeth did she look at Ji-yeon. She nodded, and they stepped out of the bathroom. Naked.
Shame made her cover her pussy and breasts — until a terrifying voice cracked across her ears and forced her hands down.
"Hands. Off."
"…Yes."
Humiliation.
Being spoken down to by a student, spending the day as a sex slave — the shame and self-loathing crashed over her in a wave.
"Tsk… Look at all that bush on both of you. Next time you come, go to a Brazilian waxing shop and get every hair on that pussy ripped out. Got it? That's an order."
Hic… crazy bastard. Fucking pervert.
The way he growled the command locked her body rigid, and before she knew it she was nodding.
"Narrow hips, and those tits — AAA? Tsk…"
Every word landed straight in her ear.
Small breasts. Narrow hips. He was jabbing every complex she had, and her self-worth sank lower with each one.
Thud. Thud.
With her head down she saw his feet. She flinched and tried to step back — but he crouched right there, bringing his eyes level with her pussy.
The humiliation was overwhelming.
"That's an order, so answer honestly. Who here has had sex?"
"I… I have experience. With the man I'm marrying."
"I… don't."
Ji-yeon answered in a shaking voice. Yun-hui shook her head.
He moved in front of Ji-yeon, inspected her pussy the same way, and clicked his tongue.
Tsk tsk.
"Hmm… not much experience, then? How many times?"
"About five."
A nod.
He stood and pointed at the bed.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
Her heart was hammering out of control.
If she could have, she would have bolted from that room — but his voice was too frightening. Yun-hui and Ji-yeon climbed onto the bed exactly as he directed.
"That's an order. Spread your legs wide and pull your pussy open with both hands. I'm starting with Ji-yeon, so when I come close, you say: 'Please fuck my pussy.' Got it?"
Perverted bastard!!!!
How could anyone force a virgin into a pose that degrading? Fresh tears dropped. She lay down beside Ji-yeon and forced her legs open wide.
The bed was narrow — their legs crossed. Her trembling hands found her labia and pulled them apart.
She flinched.
A cool draft seemed to brush across her exposed pussy. She turned her face to the wall and let the tears fall.
"Hmm, bed's too small. Tsk. Yun-hui — on your knees. That's an order. Watch carefully."
Anger flared at the amusement in his voice — then the low word order hit her ears, and every thought went blank.
She scrambled up onto her knees and stared blankly at Ji-yeon, who still held her pussy spread open.
He disappeared into the bathroom. The sobs she'd been holding back burst free.
"Hic… uung!!! Ji-yeon. Let's just leave. Forget teaching… okay?"
"We can't. I need the money for Dad's surgery… It's only two times. Just two."
Ji-yeon was crying too, but she bit down hard on her lip and shook her head. Something heavy dropped from Yun-hui's chest into her stomach.
Reality came flooding back. Fifty million won in debt shimmered behind her eyes.
"Hic… what do I do. Why do I have to give my virginity to a piece of shit like him."
"Endure it. You weren't going to live your whole life without sex anyway… Pretend a dog bit us and just get through it twice."
The bathroom door opened. He walked out and stood at the foot of the bed.
The moment she turned her head and saw him, pure terror surged up through her body.
What the hell is that?
"Hah—?"
A grin.
Shock. Disbelief. Terror. Every ugly emotion imaginable tore through Yun-hui at once. The cock hanging between his legs was bigger than anything she could have imagined.
Back when Min-ho had dragged her to a motel and she'd run away in fear, even his fifteen-centimeter cock had scared her. This one — soft — already looked well over twenty.
"N-no… it won't… it won't fit…"
Ji-yeon's voice was thick with horror. Yun-hui looked at her — face drained of color, scrambling backward across the mattress.
She hit the wall at the end of the bed and shook her head wildly. Then the mattress dipped and rolled as he climbed on.
"What did I tell you to say, Kim Ji-yeon?"
That low growl again. Yun-hui's body shook. She looked at Ji-yeon just to escape his eyes.
She was crying. Pussy still held open.
"Th… p-please… hic… please fuck my pussy. Hic hic…"
She sobbed the words out even as the tears kept coming.