Chapter 8: Product (Provisional Product Seo Eunha - Despair & Happy Slave Sex♥, Hate It But Keep Cumming♥) (1)
"Back... again...."
In a room deep inside Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co., the completely naked Seo Eunha muttered in a daze as she collapsed onto the floor.
The room resembled a hospital ward, lined with several prefabricated simple beds, with worn curtains draped between each one. It looked like a hospital ward, but at the same time, like a bare-bones dormitory designed solely for sleeping.
Seo Eunha was confined to this room.
To say she was "confined" was technically inaccurate. There were no handcuffs on her wrists, no ropes on her ankles. The door wasn't even locked. Eunha had tried to open that door and escape outside several times. But after traversing the unusually long, chilly corridor, she'd come to her senses only to find herself back in this room. She was returning here on her own two feet, but she couldn't realize that fact—it felt like she'd fallen into some bizarre maze.
I can go to the bathroom. To the other rooms in that corridor.
But that's as far as I can wander... If I try to go beyond the corridor, I end up back here.
How could she escape this place? What exactly had happened to her...?
A few hours earlier, Seo Eunha had arrived at the Healing Soul Mental Clinic. Following a memo near the entrance, she went to an inner conference room, where unfamiliar people were waiting. Under Han Igyeol's instructions, she stripped naked there and let them appraise her body. She spread her limbs and did gymnastics in front of them, masturbated furiously in embarrassing poses. When ordered, she climaxed instantly, arching her back—and even pissed on the floor while everyone watched.
The experience was utterly shocking, but Eunha was helpless. Her body obeyed the commands on its own.
Hypnosis... that's what they called it.
Nothing made sense. She couldn't understand most of their conversations. Still, she tried to piece it together. Hard to believe, but they seemed to be a group that handled hypnosis. They were controlling her with it. But what did they want by manipulating people like this? It sure as hell wasn't anything legitimate.
I have to escape somehow... or get help... but how?
She couldn't leave the corridor. There were no windows. Even if she made a racket, she had no guarantee outsiders would hear—and the clinic staff would probably notice first.
In her growing despair, as she scanned her surroundings, a low sound of footsteps came from beyond the door. Eunha tensed every nerve, pressing herself against the wall and glaring at the door.
Moments later, it opened, revealing a familiar face.
"Doing well, Eunha?"
"Igyeol... you!"
"Huh? Why are you plastered to the wall like that? Sit or lie down comfortably. Ah, nothing here must be boring. You could watch some TV—any channel you want?"
His tone was so calm and casual, as if he hadn't deceived and imprisoned her. His brazenness almost made the whole situation feel like her misunderstanding.
Suddenly, Eunha noticed his gaze roaming her body. Only then did she realize she was naked, hurriedly covering her vital spots with her arms. It was strange—standing naked before a man felt so natural she hadn't noticed.
"Huh? Why cover up? You've always shown it off so nicely. You're a total perv who gets off on showing, Eunha."
"D-don't make me laugh!"
"Come on, don't be like that. Sit here and show me properly. Make my eyes happy."
Eunha quickly scanned the room. Was there anything—anything—that could be a weapon? But the stark room had no decorations. The TV remote was the only thing grabbable, but that flimsy plastic wouldn't take down a fit guy like him. Something sturdier would be better. Long and hard, hot...
Huh...? That's not it.... No, no, don't think weird things. Focus—weapons, something weapon-like—
"Whoa, hesitating like that—is it really okay for a woman to be this slutty?"
"Eh...?"
Igyeol's words snapped Eunha back. It felt like her mind had blanked out for a moment. Somehow, her position had changed. She was on one of the room's three beds, on all fours, ass thrust way back. Her hands gripped her cheeks, spreading her hole wide open. Because he wanted to see something dirtier, of course.
"W-wait! Why am I like this...!"
"Why? You just did it on your own, Eunha."
Igyeol approached and slid a finger right into the spread gap. It slipped into her pussy with barely any resistance. From the moment he'd entered, her body had been leaking juices, ready to welcome him.
"Stop... don't...!"
"Saying that, but this is soaking wet...."
"No, no...!"
Eunha denied it, but her hips shook faintly, begging for more, clinging to his touch. When he pulled his stirring finger out, a pang of emptiness and regret hit her. But it faded fast.
"Wasn't planning to, but I can't hold back."
Ah... it's coming.
Something better than fingers. Much thicker, harder, better. Igyeol's cock touched her pussy. It was already rock-hard. Then that hot pillar, that rigid meat rod pierced her pussy. Schlup, penetrating deep inside....
....
The Igyeol who visited the room explained the situation to Eunha. But even after hearing it, it was still hard to believe.
"Me... a product? What are you... Nngh, th-there! Aaah...!"
"Exactly what I said. You're a product, Eunha. We take commissions at this company, make 'em, sell 'em for cash."
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust— Lying under Igyeol, Eunha trembled at the sensation of his vigorous cock impaling her. Each deep stab crushed her cervix, flashing her mind white. Every thrust threatened to shatter her reason, but she clung to it, desperately trying to understand.
Unbelievable, but this clinic—no, this company—was apparently a criminal outfit that hypnotized people and sold them. Human trafficking, something she thought impossible in 21st-century society, was brazenly conducted here under the name of "business."
"Well, products have different uses. In your case, Eunha, it's a custom external order, so once complete, you'll be sold wholesale to the client."
"No way... who?!"
"Dunno. Could be an acquaintance, or some rich guy who saw you in the catalog and liked what he saw. Clients' info is confidential, so even I don't know. Anyway, mind getting up? Yeah, hands on the wall... lift one leg."
Eunha felt her mind reeling in disbelief. Thoughts paralyzed, emotions swirling chaotically—but her body faithfully obeyed the man. In the unstable pose, hands on the wall with one leg lifted high, she took his vigorous cock again.
"You know, I notice every time, but your body's kinda stiff, Eunha. Gotta get more flexible or fancy positions will be tough."
"Sh-shut... up... Nn...♡"
Eunha's inner walls were hot and slick. Each time Igyeol's cock plunged in, they coiled around it greedily, like fawning. He thrust his hips deeper, relentlessly grinding her sensitive cervix. As always, she couldn't endure the pleasure, arching her back in climax. Her body, thoroughly tamed by him, came so easily from his touch.
I don't want to believe it... hypnosis... me as a product...
"Here it comes. Gonna creampie your Eunha pussy."
"No, no...! Not inside...! Please...!"
"Saying that while clenching so tight. You secretly want a huge creampie, right? That's how we trained you."
"No... that's... not... no, wai— Aaah... Aaaaaahhh♡...!!"
Denying it, Eunha climaxed from the continued thrusts. Igyeol kept stirring and stabbing her orgasming pussy, then buried deep and started cumming. Gush, gush, gush, gush... Thick, hot, virile semen, pumped in abundance.
Eunha rejected him mentally, but her pussy and womb joyfully welcomed his seed—she couldn't deny feeling it. God... getting fucked and seeded by this man, her body was thrilled....
A moment later, Eunha had his cock—the one that had been inside her—in her mouth, sucking it clean. Slurp... schlurp... Memories of her training under him lingered somewhat, so she knew this wasn't her first time. Regardless of her will, her body diligently cleaned his soiled dick as taught.
Igyeol stroked her hair gently, like praising a good girl. In this humiliating situation, she felt an odd comfort and joy from his touch.
"Even knowing all this, you're not that sad, right? We put work into that part."
"......"
He was right. Despite the anger and truth, her heart remained strangely calm. No sorrow, fear, or tears. Even her defiant attitude was forced, squeezing out emotions. Otherwise, her whole mind would submit in a blink.
"You could just relax. Time would fly, and it'd be way more fun, y'know?"
Even knowing he'd betrayed her, approached only to use her—his voice melted the lump in her chest. She bit her lip, denying the warmth rising in her heart.
Eunha licked his cock clean, massaged his balls softly, teased the glans obsessively. Soon, she took it deeper past the head, sucking sluuuurp, sluuuurp. Before long, his spent cock hardened again—firmer than before.
"Anyway... no need to worry for real. Yeah. Can't spill secrets, but trust me and relax, my Eunha."
Igyeol pulled out of her mouth, leaned back, and nodded. Understanding the silent gesture, despite herself, Eunha climbed atop him. Lowered her hips, sliding his rod into her tight hole. In no time, his huge cock was swallowed to the hilt...
Soon, Eunha rocked her hips on her own, servicing him. In the quiet room echoed the creaking bed and the lust-drenched moans of the female teacher.