I've Found My Master
A month had passed since Cha Saea began addressing her subscribers as Master, and in all that time she had never once used the word “subscriber” again in a post or video. Now, for the first time, she deliberately returned to that old title.
Is this enough?
She set her own desires aside and wrote the post so that Hajun’s demands would be fully included. Before uploading anything to the account, she sent the draft to him by text and waited for his reaction. It should have been something she hated doing—yet she felt her pussy grow wet and slick, and the discovery left her flustered.
I got home, washed up, and came out to find a text waiting on my phone.
It was from Aunt Seoa.
Attached was the post she had written exactly as I’d told her to, ready to go up on Tiafans. The photo was perfect, but the writing itself felt oddly flat compared to her usual posts. She hadn’t poured her real self into it—she had only followed the topic I gave her—so the sincerity was missing.
Well… it’s her first time. I’ll let it slide. Once her heart fully surrenders, that sincerity will start showing up in her writing too. Watching it happen naturally will be even hotter.
I sorted out my thoughts and sent her a reply.
She must have been clutching her phone waiting for my answer, because the reply came the instant I sent mine. The moment she showed even a flicker of panic, I dropped into casual speech and she fell right back into line.
Aunt Seoa squatted in front of the info desk with her leggings half-pulled down and snapped a photo of her pussy, still slowly leaking my cum. The panties stretched between her thighs were glued with a mix of semen and her own juices.
Yeah. That’s the proper posture of a slave.
A short while later, a “new” marker appeared on the Sow account.
The next day.
I was having lunch with Lisa noona and Seoa at a Chinese place near the school gate when Seoa suddenly made an unexpected suggestion.
“Hajun. Midterms are over… want to go see a movie with me?”
“Huh? Out of nowhere?”
“There’s this film called Dawn that I’ve been hyped for since the teaser dropped. It just opened, and… I really want to watch it with you.”
At her invitation I found myself glancing at Lisa noona without meaning to. I didn’t want to be like this, but after nearly two months of living under her constant surveillance of my daily life, I couldn’t help it. Lisa noona noticed me checking her reaction, gave me a little smile, then locked eyes with Seoa.
“Oh my, Seoa must really like Hajun, huh? Asking him to a movie and everything. Just the two of you?”
“Ah… no! It’s not like that—just as friends…”
“I said it without any special meaning, but Seoa’s suddenly stumbling over her words. What were you thinking?”
Seoa flushed and stared down at the table, unable to answer.
Why did the atmosphere just get so weird?
“……”
“Come on, noona, cut it out. We’re really just friends. Seoa, she’s only teasing you—no need to get embarrassed. Let’s go see the movie! When do you want to go?”
Only then did Seoa lift her head and look at me again. The blush still lingered on her cheeks.
“Since we brought it up, how about today? I already checked all the showtimes…”
For some reason she shot Lisa noona a sidelong glance while she spoke. Lisa noona’s lips curved as if she found the whole thing entertaining.
God, this is suffocating. What’s going on today? Did something happen between Lisa noona and Cha Seoa that I don’t know about…?
Was the tension in their eyes just my imagination? Lisa noona kept smiling at Seoa, then suddenly turned to me with a serious face.
“Hajun. You still have to study, so no playing around until after six. You know that, right?”
Of course. She was only giving me the stink eye because she thought Seoa might mess up my studying. Sigh…
“Obviously. I’ll keep sending you check-ins right up until six. Just because I got free time doesn’t mean I’m going to slack off, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Good. Noona trusts her Hajun~”
Satisfied with my answer, Lisa noona ruffled my hair. But why… even while she did that, were her eyes looking at Seoa instead of me?
“Seoa, then how about we meet in front of Jujak Lake at 6:10?”
“Yeah! Sounds good.”
Seoa’s mood seemed to lift; she answered in a bright voice and started eating the seafood noodle soup in front of her. I had no idea why she had just glared at Lisa noona a second before picking up her chopsticks. Trying to figure out the power struggle between them would only give me a headache, so I tuned it out and focused on my crab fried rice. The oil-coated, perfectly separate grains of rice filling my mouth were deeply satisfying.
Ahh. This place really does the best fried rice.
That same evening, 6:30 p.m., Jujak Lake.
Class ran late, so I arrived at the meeting spot behind schedule. Standing there waiting for me was Seoa—the same lakeside where, on the day we first reunited, she had waited to take me home. Even though it was past six in April, the sun still hadn’t set. Platinum-blonde hair fluttering, sunlight pouring over her—Seoa looked breathtakingly pretty. She watched me approach with a faintly sulky expression, arms crossed.
“You’re late.”
“Sorry, sorry! The professor just decided to drag class out today.”
At my apology her face immediately softened. She walked over smiling, slipped her arm through mine, and pressed close.
“I’m kidding. I kind of figured that might happen. Come on, let’s go~”
“But there’s a theater right near campus. Why do we have to go all the way to Yongsan?”
Seoa, who had been resting her head on my shoulder, lifted her face and met my eyes.
“If you want to watch today’s movie properly, you absolutely have to see it in a Max-I theater. I’ve already taken care of everything, so you just have to follow me!”
Her energy was higher than usual, full of triumphant pride.
“Alright, alright. You’re the film major—I’ll trust you.”
“It’s a different field from what we study in Theater and Film, but still—just trust me today, Hajun!”
Arm in arm, pressed tightly together, we walked off campus and caught a bus at the stop in front of the main gate. About three stops later, Seoa—who had been looking out the window—suddenly turned to me with a meaningful expression.
“What?”
What’s this? Is something wrong? Don’t tell me… it isn’t about Aunt Seoa, is it?
There was no way, but given what I’d done, my conscience prickled all the same.
“Hajun. About… Professor Lisa. Why does she control you so much?”
“Ah~ that? My mom in America asked her to. Mom’s got a pretty strong control-freak streak. Still, she said if my grades this semester are good she’ll stop interfering from summer break on, so I just have to tough it out two more months.”
Seoa didn’t seem satisfied. She frowned slightly, propped her chin on her hand, stared out the window, then asked again.
“Is that really all? It feels way too extreme for just that.”
This was the first time she had ever pressed me so persistently; it caught me off guard.
“Why? Do you have some other theory?”
Her lips parted and closed a few times before she answered.
“No. It’s not… like that. Anyway! The interference is too much. Because of the professor we can’t even hang out during free periods even when our schedules match…”
“From now on we’re free after six, so we can hang out then. And once this semester ends I’ll be completely out from under her control.”
“Haa… I really hope so. I wish the professor would hurry up and go back to her real job. Why is a famous international model even working as a part-time lecturer at a Korean university… and teaching a subject that has nothing to do with her field?”
Seoa clearly didn’t like Lisa noona. Watching her badmouth someone was a first for me; even her grumbling was ridiculously cute.
But weren’t the two of them on good terms originally? That’s why Lisa noona even allowed me to have lunch with Seoa…
Looking at Seoa’s profile as she rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window, Aunt Seoa suddenly came to mind. Because Seoa was mixed-race, her hair and eye color were completely different from her mother’s—but blood doesn’t lie. The two of them looked remarkably alike.
Did Seoa… inherit Auntie’s true nature too?
I hurriedly shook my head to drive the thought away. Immediately another one took its place.
She’s obviously into me… so what am I supposed to do?
If the whole thing with Aunt Seoa didn’t exist, there wouldn’t even be a question—I’d just date her. Looks aside, after two months of being around her… there really was no one else like this. Personality, tastes—everything clicked, and above all, maybe because she liked me, she matched my pace perfectly. Platinum blonde, blue eyes, childhood friend, beautiful girl—every trope that belonged in subculture media existed in real life as Cha Seoa.
But… if I start dating Seoa, what happens then? Daughter as girlfriend, mother as slave? Oh… I’ve actually lost my mind. How am I even thinking that in this situation?
Just imagining it sent a wave of arousal and exhilaration through me, yet at the same time my conscience rose up in self-loathing and tried to crush the thought. While desire and conscience warred inside me, the image of Aunt Seoa waiting for me after her Pilates class suddenly floated up.
Is she even waiting? Maybe I just… won’t contact her at all. And if she leaves the Pilates center without my permission, I’ll use that as an excuse to punish her.
That sounded more fun, so I decided to go with it.
Dawn turned out to be a pure cliché revenge flick: the protagonist’s family is destroyed by relatives, and he spends the movie getting even. According to Seoa, the original novel was the very work that popularized that trope, so of course it felt familiar. Still, the cinematography, the score, and the acting were so outstanding that I felt completely immersed—like I myself had become the lead. There was another reason too: the actor playing the male lead was someone Seoa had often said looked like me.
Don’t tell me that was one of the reasons she was so excited for this movie.
The runtime stretched past three hours, so by the time the credits rolled it was already nearly eleven.
Ah… I’m not going to make curfew. I’m screwed. Still, if I hurry maybe she’ll let it slide?
Being twenty-one and still having to watch someone else’s mood was annoying, but I quickly shook the irritation out of my head. After we left the theater and I was about to put Seoa in a taxi, she suddenly grabbed the front of my shirt.
“Hm?”
“Today… can you walk me home before you go?”
Her voice trembled just a little—different from usual. Between that shaky tone and the flush that reached all the way to her ears, I could feel it clearly. Starting today, Seoa wanted our relationship to move forward.
No—more than that. Experience told me exactly what this was. If I took her home right now, she would act just like those girls in high school who used to call me behind the gym storage shed to confess.
She’s going for the confession at this exact timing?
I considered turning her down, but the way she stood there bashfully, head lowered, clutching my collar was simply too adorable. I couldn’t do it.
“Alright. Let’s take the taxi together.”
“Mm! Thank you.”
On the ride to her apartment Seoa stayed silent, staring out the window the whole way. The fingers she kept tapping restlessly against the window frame made it obvious how nervous she was.
“Well, get home safe~”
I deliberately pretended not to notice anything and said goodbye in front of her apartment building. The moment I turned away, Seoa wrapped her arms around me from behind. The heavy, soft weight of her breasts—rivaling even Aunt Seoa’s—pressed fully against my back through my clothes.
Ah. What do I do?
“Hajun… I want to stay with you a little longer. What about you?”
At this point it was certain. Seoa intended to confess tonight. I wanted to turn around right then and tell her yes. But at the same time Aunt Seoa rose in my mind.
Seoa is my precious friend. Can I keep ravaging her mother as a sex slave and still pretend nothing’s wrong while I date her?
Setting Aunt Seoa free was no longer an option that existed in my head. So the only question left was how to handle my relationship with Seoa while I completely bound her mother to me. I hesitated, delaying my answer—and in that exact moment my eyes met Aunt Seoa’s as she walked toward us from a distance.
And… the instant I saw her, every conflict I’d been wrestling with vanished. A completely different thought flooded my mind instead.
Can’t I use this situation to train Aunt Seoa even further?