Rookie YouTuber S (1)
The morning light hit me, but I woke up drunk on the sweet scent of her skin. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the fragrance a little longer.
“Mmm…”
I soaked up even the petulant whine in her voice. Only then did I slowly open my eyes, and an intoxicating sight spread out before me.
She was wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts that swallowed her all the way to her fingertips, sleeping as peacefully as if the world belonged to her. When I slid my gaze lower and lifted the hem, her pale breasts and pink nipples spilled free. Her ribs didn’t show, but her chest was slim enough. A soft little belly pouch to protect her womb. Her pussy, waxed smooth without a single hair, gleaming. Plump thighs and ass. A pelvis built for easy birth. Sleek knees. Calves and ankles that weren’t thin but curved in all the right filthy ways.
Every inch of her made my cock twitch, but what turned me on most was the simple fact that this woman was Seo Haeun.
The general manager’s daughter. A former virgin. A bitchy, rude, stuck-up princess who now had a sloppy cunt to match.
“…Fuck. I really want to wreck her.”
I usually try to watch my crude language, but looking at Seo Haeun’s body made playing the gentleman impossible. As expected, just using her feet wasn’t enough. Handjobs and paizuri felt good, but nothing compared to actual sex. Deepthroating her until I hit the back of her throat wasn’t bad either, but then kissing her afterward felt weird, so I didn’t do it often.
“Haa… Haeun. Wake up. It’s morning.”
“Mmm…?”
Anyone watching her sleep so deeply would think I’d done something terrible to her, but yesterday had actually been pretty tame. I got a paizuri. A handjob. Took some photos and videos, and that was it. She’d passed out naked and looked cold, so I’d slipped one of my shirts on her. After that I’d spent nearly an hour groping her tits before falling asleep myself. Since I hadn’t fucked her, I figured I’d been relatively gentlemanly.
Honestly, at this point she couldn’t complain even if I did fuck her, could she, Seo Haeun?
“Wake up. I said it’s morning.”
If she hadn’t gotten waxed I would’ve found a way to fuck her anyway, but I’d gained so many far more precious things than sex that I was satisfied enough. Of course I wasn’t talking about the dirty videos.
I now knew exactly how far I had to push her before she started trembling in fear. I knew what kind of insults would make her snap and cling to me instead. Ah, and her period was coming in a few days, so I’d have to get one good session in before then. All kinds of useful information like that.
“Mmm… morning… …Ah!”
“What are you so surprised about? You lost the bet, so we slept together. With me.”
As expected, the moment she opened her eyes she’d completely forgotten yesterday and let out a startled hiccup, but after I stroked her hair a few times the memories came flooding back. Of course that didn’t improve her expression. It darkened instead. As she replayed everything she’d done, everything that had been done to her, and everything that would be done to her in the future, I simply leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips. Since it was morning, I kept my tongue out of it.
“Hic… W-what are you…?”
“…I was just horny. Is that a problem?”
She’d tried to shove me away in a panic, but unfortunately for her, she wasn’t strong enough to push me off anymore. She could no longer refuse me or resist me. Not when I held far too many of her secrets in my hands.
“You shouldn’t get a man worked up first thing in the morning, Haeun.”
“Hey, wait…!”
Since a heavy deep kiss seemed less appropriate than breakfast, I climbed on top of her and sucked on her nipples as a morning substitute. Unfortunately no milk came out, but the sweet baby-powder scent filled my mouth. As if to encourage me to eat nicely, a lewd background soundtrack started playing too.
“Ah… Fuck. I’m losing my mind.”
I didn’t want to swear, but the words rose up on their own. When any man’s ultimate fantasy was right there against my skin, it was impossible to feel tired. The sense of conquest was on a completely different level from simple sex. The thought of taking a woman I’d built up so much bad blood with and staining every pure part of her with my color… honestly, my patience was reaching its limit.
Still, I held back. It was just the appetizer. I couldn’t have less self-control than a pet, after all.
“…Why do you have to be so fucking hot, Haeun? Your little sister’s got big tits too, but not like these.”
“Haa… let go, let gooo…!”
“How am I supposed to let go of these? Fuck…”
I buried my nose in her cleavage and inhaled deeply, then bit down with my mouth, licked with my tongue, gently nibbled with my teeth, slurped obscenely loud, and rubbed my cock—already poking out of my pants—against her body while my fingers sank into that heavenly softness. Even though she was laid out half-naked and could no longer resist me no matter how much I groped, teased, or shoved my dick against her, this was still a very gentlemanly breakfast.
Even if she glared at me with that rebellious expression because she hated it—
“You were seriously so fucking hot yesterday, Haeun.”
—this single “meal ticket” erased all sins.
“…Next time I upload to YouTube, should I film it while wearing your employee ID? That one was really good.”
The video of her spreading her legs and cleavage while flipping me off. The devoted clip where she hugged my massive cock between her tits and milked out thick cum. The one where she turned around, stripped off her suit piece by piece, then covered only her nipples and pussy while staring at me. The audio where she praised my cock in nothing but obscene moans. Of course the videos were milder than the one where I took her virginity, but there was one crucial difference.
“…Delete it. Delete it, please…”
“Why? We filmed it after you lost the bet. You said it was okay to film, then tried to back out? Too late.”
The fact that the videos were taken with consent. The fact that she’d knowingly stripped and comforted my cock on camera. Those were what mattered. Of course I had no intention of leaking them or using them for cheap blackmail, but she knew better than anyone that her life would be over if they ever got out.
“Haeun… will you suck me off today? We have to shower anyway.”
“The bet… is already over…”
“This isn’t about the bet. …I’m just going to use you. I’m holding back on sex because you said no.”
When I remembered how her mind had shattered the moment I put a dog collar on her outside, I knew that even if I irresponsibly creampied her on a dangerous day now, she’d just take the morning-after pill without daring to defy me. I hadn’t fully tamed her yet, but I’d succeeded in putting a leash around her neck. She was mine now. Completely.
“…If you really hate it, push me away. I broke the promise, so you can kick me out. Do whatever you want. It’s up to you.”
Her YouTube videos had already passed twenty thousand views. The more they spread, the more famous she’d become. And she was the older sister of a popular celebrity on top of that. I didn’t need to explain how many men would come running the second they caught her scent.
The more famous and successful she became, the more terrified she grew of falling back to the bottom. And the more terrified she became, the more willingly she fastened the collar around her own neck.
Please use me like a bitch in heat.
“Woof woof. Yeah, I can’t. …I’m worse than those pathetic bastards. Fine. Let’s do something a little less filthy than my cock.”
“No, that’s not— mmph…”
I shoved my tongue into my cute little pet’s mouth instead of my cock and hugged her tightly with all the affection I could muster. Standing in the position of using the general manager’s daughter after being used by the general manager myself filled me with an indescribable sense of conquest that surged all the way to the tip of my dick.
I’d been turned on when I took her virginity too, but back then we’d simply been equals. Now the power dynamic had completely flipped. Seo Haeun was the pet. I was… not quite her owner yet, but her keeper. I didn’t know when she’d start seeing me as her true master, but the hierarchy would never reverse. Kneeling once is hard. After that, it only gets easier.
That went for sex. For kisses. For popularity. Once you taste it, you can never quit.
“Mmm… ah… Haa… haa…”
“Ah, fuck… Haeun. Let’s go shower.”
“Kyaaak…!”
I scooped her up in my arms and headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t planning to fuck her yet. I hadn’t fully tamed her, and if I expressed my affection too intensely we might grow distant. Slowly. Handjob in the morning. Paizuri at lunch. Blowjob in the evening. Sex tomorrow. I’d take my time and train her properly, day by day.
I had no intention of teaching her tricks like “paw,” but I did want to train her well enough that when I said “spread,” she would.
After all, my house pet was so cute, so soft, so lewd.
I’d have to give her a tail someday.
My tall little sister–slash–friend is scolding me nonstop. This is so unfair. Seriously. I didn’t even do anything wrong.
“Apologize, Hinami. I mean it. I’m really angry.”
“Sorry sorry, Jia-chan. Gomenne?”
“…”
We’re standing face to face, but I still have to look up to meet Jia-chan’s eyes. I’m not that short, but she’s just too tall. Not very idol-like, is it? Idols are supposed to weaponize cuteness to suck money out of fans who call themselves believers. Yet this giantess walks around acting all cool and stylish, so even I—who came from across the sea—thought she looked cool.
…Of course, once you get to know her, she’s secretly adorable.
“Ugh, seriously… Unnie’s going to throw another fit.”
She always grumbles about how scared she is that her sister will cause trouble, yet the moment I add a tiny bit of fuel she acts like this. I mean, I wasn’t the one who cursed. I just saw a handsome man and a beautiful woman in front of me and greeted them while praying that idols—who can’t do such things—would enjoy it vicariously. If a couple was walking around outside wearing matching dog collars, wouldn’t she have been happy to get their autograph?
If I could, I would’ve ditched Jia-chan and followed them to watch their filthy SM play up close. I was genuinely curious what it would feel like to see that huge man pinning down Jia-chan’s smaller older sister until she gasped and choked. Honestly, who wouldn’t be?
Idols who are banned from dating can’t do stuff like that. Everyone else is doing it, but Jia-chan’s radar is constantly scanning me so I can’t. It’s honestly scary sometimes.
“But Jia-chan, why do you always give in to your sister? Just tell her to pay back the money. If she doesn’t, kick her out. Problem solved, right?”
“If I kick her out she’ll cause even more trouble, you idiot! …She’s already bringing random men home and giving me headaches. If I throw her out and she says she has no money and does something weird, what then? It’s better to keep her on a leash with money.”
But idols are banned from dating, not from getting angry, right? She even badmouths her own older sister behind her back, yet Jia-chan still lends her money. As a lowly mortal, I can’t understand her thought process at all.
Why is she like this, dear fans? The Seo Jia you all know is a cool beauty, girl crush, sexy vocal machine, perfect idol. So why is the Jia-chan I know the embodiment of a wishy-washy, soft-on-the-inside, strong-on-the-outside woman?
“Ehh, whatever. Jia-chan. It’s not like we’re in the Warring States period. Just because you have a bad relationship with your sister doesn’t mean you’ll get hated by the public, right?”
“…Are you seriously saying that?”
I honestly don’t understand that dumbfounded look on her face either. What’s the big deal about having a bad relationship with your older sister? I have two dads and one mom, you know. Isn’t that way cuter? Even if her sister filmed porn with that boyfriend she saw yesterday, it has nothing to do with Jia-chan, right? Just ignore public opinion. The money comes from the fans anyway.
“…Forget it. I’d rather talk to that man instead of Unnie. Ask him to keep a tighter leash on her.”
“…L-leash?”
“I don’t know how she fell for him, but if she’s happily living with her boyfriend she probably won’t cause trouble. …Ugh, my head hurts.”
But after hearing her casually declare that she’d hand her own sister over to such a terrifying, violent man, my brain short-circuited instantly.
…Isn’t that a bit much, Jia-chan? He looked pretty… actually, really dangerous physique-wise. Even if you could handle him, your sister’s height difference might be a problem…
“Um… Y-yeah, I guess. Ahaha…”
…Still, when I pictured her older sister being mercilessly violated by that hulking man, it somehow seemed plausible, so I didn’t argue. At least she’s taller than me! And her breasts are huge—huuuuuge. She’ll probably endure it just fine. She’s not an idol, so she must have dated a lot. Hmm…
…If it were me, I definitely couldn’t handle it.
Yeah. No way. Absolutely not.