Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Became the Owner of the Slave Party (12)
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"Ugh... Urgh, oof!"
With her socks as the final piece, Soo-bin was now completely naked. Ah, but she was wearing a necklace, so not entirely nude after all. To correct myself: Soo-bin, adorned with the Collar of Submission, fully bared her naked body.
"Hey now, don't even think about speaking. Stand at attention and hold still."
I snapped a photo of her with my smartphone before stepping closer to gently caress her perky breasts.
Soo-bin's breasts were just the perfect size to fill my hands—a bit small for my taste, but beautifully shaped and delightfully springy to the touch.
"Actually, scratch that. Go ahead and moan if it feels good."
Ah... there's truly no end to how amazing a woman's breasts feel, no matter how much you fondle them. It's electric, always fresh—the best thing ever! After kneading them thoroughly, Soo-bin soon began letting out those lewd little sounds, just as I'd commanded.
"Haa... Aah..."
Sexual Stimulation really is unbeatable. Her negative favorability was no obstacle at all.
"What, you're actually moaning for real? You're a bigger perv than you look, huh? Getting turned on by a guy you hate touching you?"
But no need to rub it in.
Soo-bin couldn't possibly understand why her nipples were hardening and her pussy was starting to drip. It was utterly beyond her comprehension. In the end, she'd start questioning if she really was the pervert I'd called her.
"Haht, st-stop..."
So my next task was simple: turn that doubt into certainty.
"Haaa, aaaang!"
Summoned by Siwoo, Soo-bin headed toward the castle wall with uncharacteristic excitement. She'd thought she'd never see him again... Was this fate?
He was alive, exactly as she remembered. And calling her aside like this meant he was ready to pick things back up.
Soo-bin was overjoyed at the chance to feel his love once more.
"You... why are you here? ...Where's Siwoo?!"
But waiting for her was the utter scum who'd left the worst first impression imaginable.
She had no idea what his relationship with Elis was, but groping her in front of everyone—not to mention that other stuff—was zero respect for a woman. He was clearly filthy and repulsive.
Elis defending him and acting hostile toward her? Probably Stockholm syndrome. Or maybe just playacting to survive. As an idol, she was also a skilled actress. It was a perfectly reasonable suspicion.
With those thoughts, Soo-bin took a step back. Pure instinct. His gaze made her skin crawl.
"Siwoo sent me. Said to shake off the clingy bitch. You're his ex, right? Quit being so pathetic. It's ugly."
But his next words rooted her to the spot. That sneering tone wormed right into the cracks of her anxiety.
"...You're joking, right? You think I'd fall for a lame lie like that? What the hell are you? Tell me! Where's Siwoo!"
"Swear it's true. Come on, think about it. Siwoo calls you out, but I show up. Means we talked. He says you're a pain. Wants a clean slate, but you're dragging him back."
A lie. Siwoo was her boyfriend. She knew his expressions better than anyone. That face he'd shown her earlier wasn't discomfort.
But... what if it was just a fleeting reunion joy? A reaction to her as a friend, not a lover? What if he wanted to draw the line right here? Then what?
Soo-bin recalled their final meeting before the breakup.
That day, Siwoo had said they didn't match. She'd denied it outright, but he'd been adamant. It had led straight to their split.
If he still felt that way... then getting back together might just be her pipe dream.
"...You're the one lying! Siwoo's too kind for that. Think I don't know him?!"
"Ooh, blind faith much? Fine, you got me—it's a lie. Siwoo got duped again. What is he, a meerkat? But hey, that's beside the point. The issue is you're here. Alone. With me."
No! Siwoo wouldn't see her as a hassle. They'd loved each other... still did!
She started to relax into a smile—until his follow-up pierced her ears.
"...What?"
"Out here in the empty night, a forgotten spot where no one comes... what should I do with you?"
-Thud!
The man lunged at Soo-bin. Too fast for her to react. In a blink, he'd grabbed her and slammed her to the ground.
"Kyaaah! Urgh! ...What are you doing?! Get off me!"
She struggled, but he didn't budge an inch. The gap in their strength was overwhelming.
"Fuck! You disgusting piece of shit! Get off!"
The man straddling her pulled something resembling a dog collar out of thin air and pressed it to her neck. It wrapped around her throat on its own.
She bucked wildly to resist, but it was useless. Moments later, the collar clicked shut around her neck.
"...You think this'll make me submit?! I'll tell everyone! Siwoo too... I'll spill it all! Think I won't? Hmph! You can't claim me with some cheap-ass trick like..."
"What the... slave?"
Seeing it, the man flashed a sleazy grin and hauled her to her feet.
After that, it was nothing but humiliation.
The slave notification hadn't been a lie. She couldn't refuse his commands. She had to strip naked in front of him. Had to accept his caresses.
There was nothing she could do.
Except let out those obscene sounds.
Soo-bin felt an inexplicable pleasure and desperately tried to stifle her moans. Or at least tried. But the intensity of the sensations he inflicted was far too much for her to endure.
The fact humiliated her to her core.
"You're a bigger perv than you look, huh?"
She wanted to deny his words. A pervert? Her? She could think of dozens, hundreds of words to describe herself—but "pervert" wasn't one of them. It couldn't be.
"Haht, st-stop... Haaa, aaaang!"
But maybe she was wrong. She ended up experiencing the first climax of her life at the hands of the man she despised so much.
It was mortifying.
She wanted to die.
Siwoo's face floated into her mind.
She missed him.
And resented him.
If Siwoo hadn't fallen for this repulsive creep, this nightmare of becoming a slave never would've happened...!
But it was too late for regrets, and he gave her no time for them anyway. Her legs buckled from that first-ever peak, and he caught her against his body.
Unwillingly cradled in his arms, Soo-bin tried to break free, but the strength of his grip around her waist was ironclad.
"Well, look at you. So needy. One little orgasm and you're already melting into me?"
"......"
"Oh, right. I'd told you not to speak. Consider it lifted. Got something to say? Spit it out."
"Let go of me, you fucking bastard! Pathetic pervert. You're disgusting. Worse than shit in the sewer!"
Finally free to speak, Soo-bin unleashed all the rage she'd bottled up. Tears streaming, she hurled every insult she could muster. It was her one remaining act of defiance.
"So you came from that 'disgusting' guy's touch? Told you—total perv."
But he just chuckled casually, brushing it off. She faltered. Because he was right.
"Hah, it didn't feel good at all, okay?! Just some dumb physiological reaction! Don't you get it? Figures a loser like you wouldn't know shit about women. That's why you're pulling crap like this with your lucky power. Ugh, makes me wanna puke. Turning me into a slave..."
So she screamed her excuses. She couldn't admit the truth.
"Shh. So, the real truth?"
"It felt good. ...Hngh?! N-No! Don't make me say that, you psycho!"
But his command forced the admission from her lips. Her belated denial fell flat, of course.
He laughed for a good while, still holding her, then slid his fingers toward her soaked slit.
"Haaaang!"
Another lewd moan burst from Soo-bin's mouth.