The Proper Form of Dogeza
The experience of having Jisu's meat rod force its way into her body had left Silen with a truly searing memory. Perhaps it was because she had first kissed him, fawning and cooing, fully confirming just how massive his cock was and how intense its scent.
Today's deepthroat had hit Silen with a shock comparable to the time she had been raped. Hours had already passed since that cock had been thrust in and out of her throat against her will, yet she still felt as though something was holding her throat open.
In particular, the semen still remaining in her stomach had such a powerful presence that she momentarily wanted to cut her stomach open and scrape it out.
A man's ejaculation typically amounted to about three milliliters, but Jisu's climax had filled her stomach to the point of fullness. The sloshing, bloated sensation made her want to vomit it all up the moment she thought of it as semen—
But Silen was collared and leashed to Jisu. Worse, if she so much as moved in resistance, blades would fall upon her subordinates' necks.
If she forced herself to throw it up, he might suddenly cancel yesterday's promise, so Silen had no choice but to keep the semen in her belly and endure.
That said, Jisu was not a man who broke his promises. He had given Silen a crystal orb that showed the prison's interior in real time, and even demonstrated himself carrying bread and soup into the cells.
Had she been captured alone, it might have been different—but with hostages in play, the only option available to Silen was to prostrate herself flat and fawn over him.
"What kind of flattery am I supposed to throw at that bastard today…"
Silen was a woman who feared nothing in this world. Even when she was captured, she had thought she might die, but she had not been afraid.
Now, however, the mere scent of Jisu's body—the mere sight of that enormous cock appearing before her eyes—made her body freeze by instinct.
In that moment, weakness seeped into Silen's heart for the first time.
"Alright, alright—what shall we try today?"
"Kh…"
The moment Jisu stepped into the room, Silen reflexively turned her head away. She could not stand to look at that smug face any longer. But she had overlooked her own situation.
"You turned your head, did you? Am I that unpleasant to look at?"
"Of course you are. Who in the world enjoys looking at their enemy?"
"I distinctly told you to obey properly at all times… and yet you dare to resist?"
Wearing that suspicious smile once more, Jisu circled around Silen, pressing in on her.
"I distinctly told you to obey properly, didn't I? If rewards go to your subordinates, then naturally the punishments should go to them as well."
"Wait—I—"
"Taking away their bread and soup would be boring… Starting today, I'll have the torturer add fifty lashes of the whip for each of them. I wonder how long your already-broken subordinates will last under intensified torture. Shall we watch together?"
As if to prove he meant it, Jisu pulled out the crystal orb that displayed the prison and thrust it into Silen's hands, then immediately made to leave the room.
Silen seized his ankle with every ounce of strength she had. Fifty additional lashes—and not ordinary ones, but a torturer's whip. Even a healthy person risked death under fifty strokes of that kind. In their current condition, raising the intensity of the torture would mean certain death. All because Silen had turned her head.
"I am truly sorry for turning my head away. I was momentarily overcome by my emotions and acted that way, so please—if you would just give me a chance to make amends…"
"A chance to make amends, is it? I can grant you that. After all, I like you, Silen."
"What must I do? I will do anything, so please—reconsider that much, I beg you."
"First of all, your posture for begging is all wrong. It's fine—you'll learn."
Jisu rang the bell in his hand, and the sound of someone hurrying over came clattering down the hall. The door opened, and a head of red hair peeked in.
"You called for me, Master! Rosalyn has arrived!"
"Come in. I'm in the middle of slave training, you see."
Rosalyn took one look at Silen clinging to Jisu's ankle and pleading, then surveyed the charged atmosphere of the room, and immediately grasped the situation.
"Ahh! So you need a teaching aid? What shall I demonstrate for you? The posture of apology?"
"Just show her the dogeza posture. Were you busy? If you have work to do, you can leave another maid here and go."
"Not at all. Training the new arrivals is my responsibility as well… and stripping bare and bowing my head before Master isn't so bad either ♥"
"Then Silen—take your hands off my leg and go stand in that corner. Watch carefully what Rosalyn does."
"…Understood. I just need to copy her, correct?"
"When I tell you to."
First, Jisu dragged a chair to the center of the room and sat down. A moment later, Rosalyn walked forward, straightened her back, and stood at attention before him.
From that position, she slowly began to untie the fastenings of her clothes—without hiding anything, so that Jisu could fully appreciate the view.
"The important point here is that Master must be able to see every shameful part of me completely, so you undress slowly. And you must expose as much of your body as possible while you do it. For reference, I used to keep trying to hide my breasts and got beaten terribly for it. These days, even if I beg to be hit, Master rarely indulges me, but…"
"Want to go at it hard once we're done? You'll have to do it in front of Silen, though."
"My, of course. You used to pour every last drop of leftover stamina into the maids, but lately you barely hold us except during the scheduled nights. Myself included—we're all rather pent up."
"She's insane… completely insane…"
Rosalyn first revealed the breasts that would bounce and cling at the slightest strike, then twisted her body to display every sensual curve of her figure for Jisu.
"Ah—if you only face forward, he can't see all of you, so it's important to show yourself off as if you're dancing while you undress. Oh, and since you're not used to this, you can just strip, turn around, strip, turn around—repeating that is fine. Master even enjoys that kind of clumsiness."
Apparently even exposing herself to Jisu served as an aphrodisiac, for a silver thread of wetness ran down Rosalyn's thighs and dripped onto the floor.
Once fully naked, Rosalyn turned so that her asshole and cunt were on full display, neatly folded her clothes behind her, then went to Jisu's feet, slowly sank to her knees, and pressed her head to the floor.
"I am… I am so sorry, Master… Please forgive me…"
Keeping her head lowered in a rigid, unmoving posture, Rosalyn repeated her apologies several times, then offered Silen further instruction.
"Like this… when you bow before him, Master will press your head down with his foot when he feels like forgiving you. Until then, you must never lift your head, and you must not speak. You simply hold the posture until he forgives you."
"Well done, Rosalyn."
"Thank you, Master… Thank you for forgiving me…"
Instead of his foot, he stroked her head with his hand, and only then did Rosalyn rise with an expression of gratitude.
Rosalyn's thanks were so desperately, genuinely earnest that Silen, watching, almost fell under the illusion that Rosalyn had truly committed some grave offense.
"May I look forward to tonight with Master?"
"Seeing Rosalyn apologize after so long has gotten me a little worked up myself. Think of something you want—I'll try to accommodate you."
"Yesheh… I'll be looking forward to it, Master."
Rosalyn bowed and left. Now all that remained was for Silen to apologize.
"It won't just be today. You're going to have plenty of occasions to apologize to me going forward. So every time, you apologize like this. Understood?"
"…Understood. I just need to begin, correct?"
Jisu nodded. With the grinding sound of clenched teeth, Silen slowly began to remove the clothes she was wearing. A striptease performed to earn forgiveness from the man she despised—a striptease for Jisu's eyes alone.
When she removed her top, the brassiere cupping Silen's large breasts sprang into view.
Having steeled herself, Silen undid the bra straps without hesitation and bared her raw breasts. They were breasts he could have seen with a mere flick of his fingers—
But just as the same ingredients taste entirely different depending on how they are cooked, being forcibly stripped and stripping herself in shame possessed distinctly different allure.
Plump-looking breasts crowned with pink, mouthwatering nipples standing lightly at attention. And Silen did not stop at baring her chest.
In one motion she untied her skirt string and let it fall to the floor, then turned her back. Bending at the waist, she peeled off her last remaining panties. It was the most humiliating posture possible—one that inevitably spread her cunt and asshole wide open for full view.
If I have to throw my body away like this… if it can save my subordinates…!
This was a calculated act. Facing the prospect of her subordinates' deaths, Silen had watched Rosalyn and decided to fawn as hard as she possibly could.
Naturally, Jisu saw right through her intent—and his cock swelled as if it would tear through his trousers. Once fully naked, Silen folded her clothes with soldierly neatness, then slowly prostrated herself before him.
"Now apologize."
"I am truly sorry for resisting today."
"And?"
"I will never resist again. Please… even if you punish me, show mercy to my subordinates…"
"Tsk."
Silen continued to apologize without breaking her rigid posture. By any measure, it was a near-perfect dogeza. And yet something about it clearly displeased him. He filmed her performing the dogeza with the crystal orb, then—without even removing his shoes—crushed her head underfoot.
Pressure bore down so hard that even if she tried to lift her head, she could not. From Silen's perspective, she had no idea why Jisu was angry, so she swallowed her tears and kept apologizing.
"I am… sorry… Please… kh… spare my subordinates…"
"The title of Master isn't something you force onto your tongue. It only carries meaning when it rises naturally from the heart. I won't demand it of you in ordinary times—but right now you're supposed to be fawning over me. Obviously you should be calling me Master, shouldn't you?"
Under that crushing pressure, Silen opened her mouth again from beneath his foot.
"I am sorry, Master… Not calling you Master from the start was my arrogance as well. Please—forgive me."
"There. That's how you do it."
Only then did Jisu lift his booted foot from her head and stroke Silen's hair with his hand.
"Thank… thank you. Thank you for forgiving me, Master…"
When she raised her head, he smoothed her disheveled hair back into place. The touch of his hand was surprisingly gentle, and before long he drew Silen into his arms. Even then, she kept repeating thank you and I'm sorry.
This was the same man who had been cornering her moments ago—and yet his embrace was unbelievably warm. Before she knew it, Silen let the tension drain from her body and leaned into him, if only for a moment.
"Sorry. That was too harsh, wasn't it? I don't actually want to treat you roughly, Silen. If you'd just listen properly, there'd be no reason to treat you roughly at all."
"Kh-hup… I'm sor… I'm sorry. Have I been forgiven now…?"
"Yeah. You don't need to use formal speech anymore, either."
"Understoo—no. Got it."
As Silen returned to normal and stood upright, Jisu stroked her hair once more.
"You slipped a little, but you followed along reasonably well, so I'm thinking of giving you a chance to earn a reward. How about it?"
"What kind of reward?"
"As I mentioned earlier, I need to spend the night with Rosalyn—I've been a bit neglectful of her while looking after you. I was originally going to have you watch through the crystal orb… but if you watch in person from beside us and masturbate, I'll give you a reward."
"Watch and masturbate… Things no normal person would even imagine. But…"
"…"
"I have no other options right now. I'll do it."
"Good. As for the reward… right, you decide, Silen. What burden of your subordinates' would you like lightened?"
"They barely seem to sleep at all. Could you let them sleep just a little longer…?"
"Fair enough—three hours is too little. After today, I'll make sure your subordinates get at least four hours of sleep."
"Thank—no… mm."
"What was that?"
"Ah… nothing."
Chewing down and swallowing the thanks that had almost slipped out, Silen followed Jisu toward Rosalyn's room.