Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Where's a Bitch Without an Owner? Right?
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Master.
I'd only ever heard that term in porn videos, porn comics, or erotic stories—purely as a concept for role-play.
But the way it slipped out during that phone call with my father? That was no act.
It was genuine. Very likely.
I still couldn't believe a woman could utter a word like that from her own mouth.
But if Dad could make it happen... then so could I.
I wanted to forge that unbelievable dynamic with Kang Seo-yoon.
That was the ultimate goal of today's taming session.
To properly break a woman as proud as Kang Seo-yoon, I figured we'd need the right title.
"Why the surprise? If you're going to be my bitch, you have to call me Master, obviously."
"M-Master...??"
[N-No, that's not it. Really, no way. How could I ever...?]
Kang Seo-yoon shoved the pleasure aside once more, forcing herself to think rationally.
The word "Master" carried too much weight, sparking an explosion of resistance.
It had a different feel from "bitch," for sure.
Playing bitch could end with some half-hearted compliance.
But acknowledging a Master meant true surrender—total domination by me. The terror of that was real.
"Say it. Call me Master."
"M-Min-seong, that's... no, I can't."
"You want me to stop rubbing? End it right here?"
"Please, Min-seong."
"A bitch who can't function without my cock, and you can't even say it? You don't need my dick anymore?"
No backing down. No mercy.
"F-Fine, I'll just be your bitch. No need for that title."
"Kang Seo-yoon. You declared yourself my bitch. Calling me Master is only natural."
"I can't! I really can't! I'll just be the bitch! I'll spread my pussy! Whatever you want!"
Kang Seo-yoon finally snapped in frustration.
"Hngh!"
I rubbed my glans even more brazenly against her pussy, urging her on.
"Where's a bitch without an owner?"
"Hoo... Choi Min-seong. Why push for Master? Isn't this enough? Aren't you satisfied?"
"I want to hear you say it."
"I'm Kang Seo-yoon. Fucking me should be plenty. I even admitted I'm your bitch. Whenever you're horny... you can pound me in my office, okay?"
Her desperate plea was so damn cute, I almost considered letting it go.
But the urge to crush her resistance only grew stronger.
"You really mean you'll let me fuck you anytime?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Anytime at all?"
"...Yeah. Anytime. But... you have to make time when I get horny too."
"Then why hate 'Master' so much?"
"O-Obviously because I'm your... boss. Master play means honorifics too... and all that."
"Doesn't seem like it's just about polite speech."
"...There's such a thing as social face. Give my pride a break."
"Admitting me as Master will plunge you into even deeper pleasure."
"This is plenty deep already."
I twisted my lips into a smirk.
"So even if I say no more fucking from now on, you'll still refuse?"
"Damn it... I've said all this. Cut me some slack, Min-seong."
Seeing her bend her pride and whine like that was a novel sight.
[How do I serve him as Master? That's too embarrassing. It's total submission. My will ignored, reduced to an onahole... how can I admit that?]
[Onahole status... wouldn't be so bad. I know. If he treats me rough... it'd be thrilling, amazing. But... not yet. Not yet. I can't just be dragged along like this.]
Most women would think the same.
This wasn't pillow talk with a lover—it was her lowly junior at work. Calling me Master would shatter her ego.
It shook the values she'd upheld for 31 years.
The fear of true obedience the moment she said it fortified her walls.
Her body had surrendered, but her mind held out.
'But do I need to go easy on her?'
I imagined Kang Seo-yoon calling me Master with honorifics.
'Too fucking hot.'
How could I give that up?
"Sorry, but I have to hear it."
"Ugh, come on, Choi Min-seong. Are you taking out your Go PD stress on me?"
"No. I just want to make you my bitch and fuck you whenever I feel like it."
"That's the problem. I... I get horny too. If I call you Master, you'll toy with me more. Deny me when I want it, tease me, torment me."
She nailed it.
That was the root of her aversion.
If it were just role-play, a masochist like her wouldn't resist this hard.
Even if it bruised her pride, she could enjoy it her way.
Her ongoing rebellion meant her pride hadn't yielded yet.
If I were superior to her, she'd have submitted ages ago.
That's why I craved her total surrender. It felt like the tastiest way to devour her.
"Kang Seo-yoon. Let's start over."
I laid her body back on the bed.
She flinched, curling up and clamping her legs shut in a flash.
I pried her open by force, then rubbed my glans against her pussy again.
"Haaah... damn it."
[Why does it feel so good just from touching...?]
Every time the tip grazed her clit, her face twisted in anguish, then relaxed, over and over.
A short break wouldn't calm her sensitized body.
It'd only crave more pleasure.
"Stop. Please stop, Min-seong. Enough."
"Stop what? Stop rubbing and shove it in? Or stop rubbing altogether?"
"Just a little break. Please?"
"Nah. Won't quit till I hear it."
"Hnghk!"
I slipped just the tip in, and her body shuddered violently, as expected.
"Your pussy's loving it, huh? What now? In or out?"
"Haaah... do whatever you want."
"Want it in? Then say Master, Kang Seo-yoon."
"Th-That's... I said I can't."
"Then we're done?"
[Bastard. Won't give up. Haa... I want more, but still...]
"If you leave this house, I'll never fuck you again. Ever."
"B-But you said you'd fuck me if I play bitch."
"That's when I'm your Master. Like I said—where's a bitch without an owner?"
"Damn... "
"Can't have you wandering in heat. Master has to manage you, right?"
This time, no Conviction Ability.
I wanted her to say it with her reason intact.
To watch her shatter her own deep-seated resistance and submit.
[He broke my body, now my mind too. Such a bad guy. But why can't I get mad? Why am I even considering it?]
[F-Faking it won't work. He'll just torment me more. Min-seong as Master... shivers.]
Without her level of pride, she'd have caved long ago.
"Master, I'm your bitch now. Like this?"
"... "
"Not good enough? Okay, how about: From now on, Kang Seo-yoon is Master's bitch. I'll live as Master tames me."
"N-No, wait."
"Still no? Then... Master, torment me more. Use me however. My name isn't Kang Seo-yoon anymore—it's Bitch. How's that?"
The escalating intensity paled her face.
[I-If I let him keep going, he'll make me say even worse. H-Have to stop this.]
She caught on.
So decide already.
"No answer? Fine. I'm Master's bitch. Do anything to me, take me anywhere. Brand me more, Master. Better?"
"Ughhh!"
[C-Crazy. Insane. How does he come up with that crap? What's in his head? If I let it go further...]
Kang Seo-yoon squeezed her eyes shut.
Unable to hold out, she burst out.
"I'm Master's bitch! I'll be the bitch, so stop! Please!"
I smirked at her reluctant admission.
"Weak. Again."
"Ugh... "
"Keep talking. Get creative."
Toying with her was too much fun.
"I'm Master's bitch! I'll serve you as Master! So please! Stop!"
She finally submitted with that shout.
But I wasn't satisfied.
It lacked the thrill of her bitch screams.
Forced, reluctant—not true submission.
I needed more obedience.
"And why 'stop, please'? Where's a bitch who begs her Master like that?"
"Wh-What do you want?"
"A bitch has no pride. No rebellion. Exists solely for me. No demands."
"Ugh... how do you even think like that?"
"Still talking casual?"
Squelch—
"Hngh!"
"Now, again."
Did I push too hard?
"No! Fuck no! I won't! It's gross! Know when to quit!"
"... "
Kang Seo-yoon finally exploded.
A wry smile crept over my face.
Pushed too far?
Should've yielded once back there.
"It's cheating and gross! We're done! I really won't do anything anymore!"
She yelled, curling up tight.
Her pride was fiercer than I'd imagined.
Yet strangely, she kept glancing at me.
[Please. Please work. Please.]
Amusing inner thoughts.
She lashed out, but had zero intention of ending it.
[You need this pussy too. You love fucking me. Yeah, you can't quit. Fine, just bitch level. Min-seong, please.]
I barely held back a laugh, forcing a serious face.
"Kang Seo-yoon. Last chance. Really ending this?"
"... "
"Guess so."
I shot up, hurriedly dressing.
[R-Really? No way? Just leaving? We haven't even finished...]
[N-No, it's a ploy to break me. He won't really. R-Right...? But what if he does?]
So damn cute, it was maddening.
But acting wouldn't cut it.
I fully dressed and strode out of the bedroom.
Silent, curt.
Hurt. Or indifferent.
Kang Seo-yoon trailed after, wrapped in the blanket, watching.
"...You're really going?"
I turned my back, slipping on my shoes.
[N-Not acting? Actually hurt? If he leaves like this... what do I do?]
[Wait. Does he have another girl? No way. No time for that. But... if he does, maybe I don't matter?]
Her self-induced panic was convenient.
"M-Min-seong. Can we talk a bit? We... haven't finished yet."
"I'll handle that at home. Don't worry, Writer. Won't stain your career."
My dull, cold reply hit home.
[It's real. He's serious. If he leaves... might never see me again. No more fucking. Nooo.]
Her mind resisted, but her body—conditioned to my cock—knew it.
Suddenly, she flung off the blanket and yelled.
"I-I'll do it! N-No! I'll do it, Master! Please! Don't go!"
"... "
"I-I'll call you Master, so... "
Pride bent, but I wanted it shattered.
"Just words?"
"Ugh... "
"I'm out."
"W-Wait!"
Kang Seo-yoon flinched at my gaze, then steeled herself into an outrageous pose.
Flat on her back, legs splayed, she spread her pussy herself and shouted again.
"Master's bitch pussy! Use it freely! I-I won't rebel again! Please!"
Whoa. Script's bolder than expected.
See? She nails it when pushed.
Kang Seo-yoon, pride discarded, fully submitting—it was perfection.
A satisfied smile bloomed.
Thrilling ecstasy burned my face.
Time for her reward.