#7 Training Wrap-Up, The Female Teacher Sinks into the Mire (Teacher Seo Eunha - Climax from Ass Spanking♥, Public Undressing in the Conference Room♥) (2)
"Eunha, climax."
"Eunha, piss yourself."
With every dry command, Seo Eunha's body reacted without the slightest deviation. At the order to climax, her entire frame arched like a bow as she let out a brain-melting scream of ecstasy. At the command to excrete, she shamelessly squirted transparent fluid onto the floor. The shiiiii-ing sound filled the quiet motel room, but the empty-eyed female teacher's face showed no trace of humiliation.
Right now, she was in doll mode—devoid of any woman's shame, or even reason. But Han Igyeol's goal was to make this possible even with her reason intact.
Two days until the deadline... Can I pull it off?
Even if he couldn't, he had to make it happen. That was the mindset of a company man.
Next came experiments adjusting her body's sensitivity with commands alone, preventing climax no matter the stimulation, and implanting a deep fetish for ass play—turning her into a body that came just from spanking.
Smack, smack—
"...! H-heeeehhh...♡"
The sound of palm striking butt cheek echoed through the room. Each time Seo Eunha's round ass took a handprint, her body convulsed, hot love juices spraying out. As time passed, the pleasure from her ass intensified, until even a light tap sent her into massive orgasms.
And that was just one of many experiments. Two hours flew by just like that, leaving Seo Eunha utterly exhausted and drained.
She collapsed onto the floor, her whole body filthy with sweat, saliva, and her own excretions.
Experiments over for now. Igyeol supported her weary body and laid her on the bed.
"~♪"
This had nothing to do with experiments anymore. They were done. The rest was pure pleasure—he plunged his raging, pent-up cock deep into her melted pussy.
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Another bust today. It was barely even a lead to begin with.
In front of the officetel, shrouded in pre-dawn chill, Detective Kwon Jihyun blew out a puff of white breath and stared intently at the entrance.
It had been days of this stakeout already. But the "clue" she sought hadn't even shown its shadow.
Suspicion that someone shady connected to those bastards had contacted a resident here. It was a stretch to cling to such flimsy hope in this biting night air.
Stakeouts like this were usually done in pairs. Yet Jihyun insisted on this lonely watch alone, driven by a gut instinct she couldn't explain with evidence to her colleagues.
One more day, then pull out if nothing turns up. Paperwork's piling up anyway.
That was when it happened.
Just past midnight, a familiar silhouette stepped into the streetlamp glow.
Seo Eunha... High school teacher, right?
Jihyun leaned into the shadows, tracking her movements. Teachers rarely worked this late, but here she was, coming home looking thoroughly worn out. Her steps were light, though.
Maybe something fun happened. Or perhaps she'd just met a lover.
"......."
Seo Eunha vanished into the officetel lobby like she'd been sucked in. Jihyun's brow furrowed faintly.
Something was off. That strange sense of incongruity she'd felt before. She'd dismissed it as imagination then, but now it lingered—subtle, but there.
The same faint wrongness she'd sensed from the 7th-floor target... and the victims she'd met.
Just my imagination? Or...
Jihyun's watch stretched until 2 a.m. The next day, she stubbornly held post, but no tangible results emerged.
She couldn't loiter on this cold street forever on hunch alone. In the end, Jihyun turned her heavy steps away, calling off the stakeout.
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The downtown area was eerily quiet that weekend afternoon. Seo Eunha stopped in front of a worn but well-maintained building a few subway stops from her place.
"This must be it..."
In her hand was a sleek business card from a close acquaintance a few days back.
Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Clinic
A quick search turned up ordinary results: decent reviews, a clean homepage, and an impressive director's resume. Above all, it came recommended by someone trustworthy. No reason to doubt it.
-Come at 3 p.m. Saturday, Eunha. I'll be there early to prep, so no need to come together. You'll have a fun, special experience like nothing before.
What kind of fun, I wonder.
Eunha fiddled with the card's corner, lost in thought. Past counseling sessions had been disappointing—expensive platitudes. But this was different. A dear friend's recommendation. Worst case, don't come back. Nothing to lose.
With that, she took the elevator to the 6th floor, home of the Healing Soul Mental Clinic.
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At Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co., nearly the full staff had gathered for once. Even President Berze, rarely seen around the office, was there. The only absence was one employee out on long-term assignment.
"How'd you barely squeak by on the deadline, intern? Thought you'd blown it completely mid-way~."
"Section Chief Park was watching the whole time, so you know."
"No no, Kim Section Chief—even I was swamped this week, couldn't check. Recorded it with a familiar, but haven't watched yet. So exciting~."
"Huh? I was being watched? By Section Chief Park Sea? Wow, had no idea. Embarrassing."
The not-so-spacious conference room buzzed with voices. Among them, intern Kang Rita crossed her arms, glaring discontentedly at one intern. That intern—Han Igyeol—was grinning cheekily between Deputy Manager Lee Joohee and Section Chief Kim Alice, trading jokes.
"Rita, why the sour face? Ruins your pretty looks. Act all haughty like that, and I might just devour you."
"...Section Chief Sea. Even as a joke, that's too much."
"Not a joke. I always wanna pin our cute~ Rita down and rape her senseless~★ So if you ever get lonely, just say the word?"
Kang Rita forced a bitter smile at the sticky-clingy Park Sea, not pushing her away too harshly. A far cry from her razor-sharp attitude toward Han Igyeol.
"Heh heh, I get the vibe. You thought the intern would fail for sure?"
"Well... something like that."
"'Cause Rita shipped her 'product' a week ago~."
True enough. Both targets were D-rank. Same grade, but Rita was convinced hers was trickier. And it had been. She'd wrapped it up in three weeks of the one-month deadline and shipped successfully. Review done last week.
Han Igyeol's target? Barely finished right at the wire.
Of course, today's weekend review was scheduled around the president's availability, unrelated to the intern's timeline. Completing within deadline was excellent in itself. Plenty failed to start or botched hypnosis midway and scrapped it.
"Maybe he plans to submit unfinished goods just to meet time. Happens before—half-baked crap no one can use."
"Yep yep~ Total garbage states they dump on us~. Wonder what the intern's got~."
Anyway, they'd see soon enough. Right on cue, a knock echoed at the conference room door.
Lee Joohee opened it, and a woman with a tense face peeked in before entering.
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When Seo Eunha entered the Clinic, the desk was empty. Puzzled, she scanned around—and spotted a small memo by the door.
[Eunha-ssi, please enter the conference room inside.]
Must be from Igyeol. She felt a twinge of oddness but dismissed it—his instructions couldn't be ignored.
Passing the staff door, she reached the corridor-end conference room and knocked nervously.
The door opened, and all eyes—men and women alike—turned to her. Igyeol was there. Everyone else? Women.
"You're here, Eunha. Come in."
Igyeol smiled softly, guiding her to the room's center. No offer to sit.
She stood awkwardly in the wide conference room's bright-lit middle. The others sat at a distance, appraising her like merchandise.
"Uh... Igyeol-ssi? Who are these people? Counselors?"
At her bewildered question, Igyeol chuckled like it was hilarious.
"Let me introduce. Our company president and seniors."
President? Seniors? Eunha looked around again. Stunning beauties, breath-taking. Especially the white-haired one dead ahead.
... ? Feels like I've seen her before...
Familiar, but she couldn't place it. More pressing: why introduce company folks at what she thought was routine counseling?
And their eyes—they seemed somehow—
"These are the ones inspecting today's 'product.' Greet them, Eunha."
"Pardon...?"
"Greet them, Eunha."
Polite but firm. She couldn't defy him. Pushed by invisible hands from behind, she bowed hastily.
"Please take care of me."
The words slipped out unbidden.
"Good. Now lift your head."
"......."
"This time, strip properly so everyone can see. Easy, right?"
Eunha doubted her ears, staring at Igyeol. But his demeanor was unchanged.
"Easy... right?"
"...Yes...."
Enthralled, she murmured, her trembling fingers moving to her blouse buttons. One by one they undid, blouse and skirt thud thud hitting the conference room floor.
