Etiquette Toward Her Husband (2)
Ah...
Bang So-un instinctively felt his cock twitch at the sight of the ruined form of this noble lady from a prestigious family. It seemed the etiquette training had progressed quite a bit while he'd been asleep.
"Good, now you're finally remembering properly. Then... Huh?"
Jang Il, about to continue the lesson, blinked his large eyes upon seeing Bang So-un awake.
"Young master, you're up."
"Yeah. Looks like the training's going well."
"Heh heh, yes it is. Perfect timing. Now I'll show you the results of this bitch's etiquette training."
"Oh? Sounds good."
Bang So-un nodded with an expectant look. It was only natural to be thrilled about the fruits of Jang Il's devoted efforts in teaching wifely etiquette.
Smack! At that moment, Jang Il struck Hwang Bo-seol's ass with his pot-lid-sized hand, handling her like livestock.
"What are you waiting for? Lick it. Your master's noble cock, whom you serve with body and soul."
"...Yes, master..."
With a dazed voice, Hwang Bo-seol turned her body toward Bang So-un. She approached with weak, faltering steps. Slowly. But surely.
Before long, she was right in front of Bang So-un. The quick-witted young master extended his foot.
Then, her body bent forward. Knees to the ground, arms too, in a crawling posture.
As she lowered her head to lick his toes with her tongue, Jang Il shouted.
"Stupid bitch! Wrong posture. You think you'll serve your husband properly like that?!"
"...I'm sorry... master... This lowly wife is a stupid bitch... so I can't understand your words right away... Please teach this stupid bitch proper wifely etiquette once more..."
It seemed he'd conditioned her to say that every time she failed to follow a suggestion properly. Impressive, Jang Il. You're teaching her wifely etiquette with real finesse. I'm proud.
"Lift that ass higher. Make sure your shithole and pussy are fully exposed from behind."
"...Yes... This lowly wife must lift her ass higher... So her filthy shithole and... pussy are fully visible from behind..."
Obeying faithfully, Hwang Bo-seol corrected her posture at once. Her ass rose high. Perfect position to just ram a cock straight in from behind.
Lick.
In that pose, she stuck out her tongue and began lapping at Bang So-un's toes. Licking another's feet was an act of admitting oneself as less than human, enslaved to them.
Without the slightest instinctive human shame, the woman who until yesterday had been the proud heir to the Golden Dragon Battlefield moved her tongue without hesitation.
"Young master, spread your toes."
Jang Il grinned and suggested.
"Like this?"
As Bang So-un parted his toes, Hwang Bo-seol slurped eagerly between them.
The pleasant sensation softened Bang So-un's expression naturally.
"Ooh, nice. Real nice. What if I do this?"
This time, he lifted his foot to expose the sole. And she methodically licked every inch of it clean, like a dog devoted to its master—but far more meticulously.
Her tongue only stopped after thoroughly coating even the top of his foot.
Only then did Jang Il grunt.
"Your tongue work's gotten a bit more skilled. Good job."
"...Thank you, master..."
"Back to waiting posture."
"...Yes..."
Hwang Bo-seol returned to standing with legs spread shoulder-width, arms dangling at her sides. Her vacant, misty eyes blended with her unique beauty to create an ethereal idiot charm. It was alluring in a way utterly different from her usual self. If painted into a beauty scroll now, it would be a masterpiece.
"Good, keep going. If I say 'suck it,' what do you do?"
"...If master commands 'suck it'... this lowly wife must diligently suck master's noble cock... with her lowly mouth-pussy. Until master bestows the grace of his exalted cock-juice... into this lowly wife's mouth-pussy... she must not stop..."
"What about the cock-juice?"
"...It's master's gracious gift... She must swallow every drop without spilling..."
"Right, then..."
Jang Il winked at Bang So-un.
"Suck it. Your husband's magnificent cock, which you must serve."
"Oh?"
Sensing something delightful coming, Bang So-un hurriedly dropped his lower garments. All the way. His throbbing, fully erect cock sprang free.
"...Obeying the command... master..."
Hwang Bo-seol approached, knelt, and took his manhood into her mouth. Bang So-un's cock slid root-deep into her.
Slurp. Sluuuurp.
She sucked hard, then bobbed her head back and forth a dozen times. Then she pulled it out, licked the sides, and slurped up to his balls.
A virgin who had never bedded a man, yet her motions evoked a seasoned whore. Impossible without repeated training.
"Ngh... Ngghh?! G-Good! So damn good! H-Huh...? A-Already...?!"
Bang So-un couldn't hold out long. Face flushed from the stimulation, his body trembled on the verge.
It wasn't premature ejaculation. Any man—even one with erectile dysfunction—would blow from a transcendent beauty like Hwang Bo-seol slurping so crudely.
"What are you doing? Prepare to receive your husband's cock-juice!"
Jang Il swiftly issued the next order. Hwang Bo-seol quickly engulfed it again. Trained not to spill a drop.
"Ah... Ah! Cumming!"
Bang So-un's semen erupted into her mouth.
Gulp gulp.
She swallowed greedily, as if drinking priceless nectar, without pause. Even after he pulled his shrunken cock free, she licked her palate and cheeks clean.
Jang Il watched, impressed.
"The speed of this bitch's cocksucking improvement is insane. She's a once-in-a-millennium slut-hole. Slut."
"Hah... Hah... Agreed, Jang Il."
Bang So-un, having his semen milked for the first time by Hwang Bo-seol, nodded breathlessly. No yang-sucking technique, yet it felt like his essence was drained dry.
"Heh heh, congrats on acquiring a once-in-a-millennium slut-hole, young master."
Grinning, Jang Il turned to her.
"A bitch like you running a battlefield is a loss to the world. Indeed. Your only purpose is taking your husband's cock in that premium pussy every day. This is praise."
"...Thank you... master..."
Despite his words crushing her entire life, she responded gratefully like a fool upon hearing "praise." Not a shred of human dignity left.
"Waiting posture."
"...Yes, master..."
She stood straight again.
"How was it, young master?"
Jang Il asked for his thoughts on the training results.
Bang So-un replied with satisfaction.
"Perfect. Beyond expectations."
"Glad to hear. But honestly... She's supposed to be a genius lady, but she's just a stupid bitch. Even after explaining suggestions carefully, she keeps messing up."
With reason shattered, all bodily functions slow. She might not grasp suggestions fully. But Hwang Bo-seol erred often. Jang Il, eager to finish quickly for Bang So-un, felt frustrated.
"I see."
Bang So-un glanced at the naked Hwang Bo-seol and smirked oddly. The intelligent woman, devourer of countless books, standing dumbly—tits, pussy, and bush exposed—while insulted as stupid by unlettered Jang Il... It was amusing.
As Jang Il opened his mouth to elaborate, his eyes flicked to the incense stick, more than half burned.
"Damn, time flies taming a stupid bitch. Better end today's etiquette lesson here."
"Do as you like."
"Got it. Now... take the obedience posture."
At his command, Hwang Bo-seol knelt and bowed her head. Legs spread wide, fully exposing her privates to her ruling master.
"...This lowly wife will engrave master's solemn suggestions deep into her stupid mind... Never forget eternally... Master's suggestions are the sole commands ruling this lowly wife's mind and body... Give any suggestion... I will obey forever..."
In obedience posture, she murmured blankly like a puppet. The demeanor of a slave accepting only her master's will.
"I'll implant your most vital absolute truth suggestion. Remember it forever."
"...Yes... bestow it, master... I will never forget..."
"'Stupid bitch.' Whenever, wherever you hear this from me, repeat: 'Yes, master. This lowly wife is a stupid bitch. Too stupid for any thoughts. Must obey only master's commands.' Then instantly revert to the wifely etiquette trainee and take obedience posture. Understand?"
Whoa... hypnosis was no joke. After prolonged deepening, implant detailed instructions per suggestion. For slow learners, even the hypnotist might forget their own commands. Bang So-un admired Jang Il's effort anew.
"...Yes... master... When master says 'stupid bitch'... anytime, anywhere... 'Yes... master... This lowly wife is a stupid bitch... Too stupid... for any thoughts... Must obey only master's... commands...' And repeat... revert to wifely etiquette trainee... take obedience posture..."
Indeed... why training took so long. Slow, deliberate repetition to etch deep into the psyche delayed things.
Jang Il said,
"Repeat to engrave deep in your heart. Until you never forget."
"...Yes... master... When master says... 'stupid bitch'..."
"...This lowly wife is a stupid bitch... too stupid for thoughts..."
"...Instantly revert to obedience posture..."
With a vacant expression, she repeated the suggestion endlessly.
Bang So-un watched, then asked as if it just occurred.
"You said earlier she's stupid, so training takes longer? Can you finish before father-in-law's funeral ends? It'd make taking Golden Dragon Battlefield much smoother. Planning to move right after rites."
Jang Il thumped his chest dismissively.
"Heh heh... No worries. Stupid bitch or not, I'll discipline strictly and finish on time."
"Music to my ears, haha."
Bang So-un laughed heartily. Truly delighted. What face would this proud beauty show when complete? The anticipation made every waiting day joyful.
"Ah, young master. When for her pussy inauguration? She's gotta be pent up. Husband must punch through that hymen fresh. Her pussy'll wriggle like a silverfish seeking clear water."
"Ah... Save that for the finished product. Best dishes last for savoring. It'll be extra special."
"True, that sounds fun. Look forward. You'll float in heaven all day. Might pass out. Her mouth-pussy and tongue alone hint at her lower one's prowess. Born famous vessel for sure."
"Famous vessel... Nice. Puha, can't wait."
"...Master's solemn suggestions... perfectly engraved in this lowly wife's stupid mind... Never forget..."
As if responding to his laughter, Hwang Bo-seol ended her repetitions. Fully imprinted.
Jang Il smirked triumphantly.
"I'll handle cleanup."
Thus ended the first day of Hwang Bo-seol's wifely etiquette training.