Chapter 133: Don't Get in the Way of My Work
Monday rolled around. Over the past three days, I'd focused intensely on breaking in Ha Eun-young. Just like with Ma Yeon-ju, I'd use the excuse of shoving my cock inside her to pry answers out of questions, and I'd do abandonment play too—dosing her periodically with drugs all day long and leaving her to stew. The training took hold fine at first, but it never stuck. Once the drug high faded, she'd flip back to hostility like nothing happened. Pretty sure it was that patriotic trait screwing things up. Her love for the country made her see me—someone she thinks is a threat to the nation—as the enemy, so of course she wouldn't respond well.
The patriotic trait's a bigger pain in the ass than I figured.
Compared to that, Ma Yeon-ju was already my loyal dog. She'd do literally anything for the drug-fueled bliss and raw sexual highs I fed her. Considering she used to have even fiercer patriotism than Ha Eun-young—boldface patriot levels—it's a hell of a turnaround.
So I decided to use Ma Yeon-ju to break Ha Eun-young. Not by throwing them together to fuck, but by slamming a clear gap in their treatment right in her face, making her watch it drag on.
First off, while I tuned up Ha Eun-young, I shipped Ma Yeon-ju to Goryeo Medical for a full-body scan. Check for any issues, figure out exactly why she couldn't feel pleasure anymore, that sort of thing.
"No immediate threat to her life. The amplifier drug from Goryeo Chemicals has stable components, so short-term dosing won't trigger severe problems. That said, in Ma Yeon-ju's case, the sudden injection without any tolerance buildup, followed right up by narcotics, spiked her brain's pleasure threshold dramatically. Normal activities won't trigger it anymore."
"In plain terms, she can't feel shit without the drugs, right?"
"That's the simple version, but the pleasure I'm referring to isn't just sexual. She can't derive joy from any broad human activities."
"So what happens then?"
"She'll get zero satisfaction from stuff she used to enjoy without issue—hobbies, food, relationships, achievements. Every domain. She'll end up in extreme depression."
"She loses her sense of taste too?"
"Possible down the line, but not yet. Right now, even delicious food leaves her cold. Worse, humans amplify even tiny pains without pleasure-based rewards. Ma Yeon-ju's chronic headaches have blown up into agony. They won't settle without the drugs."
"Oh shit."
I figured it was just her not feeling it during bangs, but damn, it's way worse.
"Keep dosing her the same way, and the threshold climbs higher, with bigger backlash."
The doc's briefing hit hard. Our Yeon-ju... she looks mostly put-together on the outside, but she's straight-up wrecked inside.
"Can she recover?"
"Technically possible."
"Golden hour? Miss it, and she's done for?"
"Not exactly, if we expand treatment options. Implants or cyberware to offload the pain, forced reward injections—stuff like that."
"Gotcha. You're dismissed."
"Yes, young master. Take care."
I mulled it over. What to do with our Yeon-ju.
"Seung-hee."
"Yes."
I hatched a gift plan for her. Full cure's too hasty. Once I'm dead sure she's my total extension, then heal her up—no rush.
"Let's make a chastity belt."
"...A chastity belt?"
"Yeah. One that periodically injects diluted drugs. Toss in a model dick to keep stimulating her pussy nonstop. Size like three fingers bundled—keep it small."
"..."
"Drug reservoir for a full day's dose. Enough for her to fake a normal life without my injections for twenty-four hours."
Seung-hee shot me a what-the-fuck look for a split second, then jotted it down.
"Also whip up a basic detention setup. Ha Eun-young and Ma Yeon-ju as my prison's first inmates. Two rooms separated by a passage with transparent walls—they get full view of each other."
"Ha's in squalor, Ma's a step up?"
"Upgrades for Ma based on performance."
"Understood."
Ma Yeon-ju's everyday pain makes her life worse than Ha's right now, but if hers starts improving bit by bit? While Ha's keeps tanking? Might flip our Eun-young's switch. Gaslighting on top should amp it up.
"Yeon-ju's temp secretary and temp jotjip starting today. She commutes to my side full-time. Camera on her clothes, streaming live to Eun-young's room. Twenty-four-seven."
"Got it."
"Timeline?"
"Temp cells with setup: about ten days. Chastity belt: three days. Camera: now."
"Faster than expected. Get it rolling."
"Yes."
She barked orders over the phone. Meanwhile, I linked up with Sua. She'd headed back to the mainland at dawn—for Namdong Industrial Complex land grabs, naturally. Acquisition rate's hovering around twenty percent. Quick, but not fast enough for me.
"City hall negotiations kick off next week. The week after, it'll leak no matter how we plug it. Profitable leak—big time. Secure as much land as possible first."
She stands to rake in fat incentives too, so she'll hustle.
"Lemme see... more shit to handle?"
Suddenly hit me: time to check in on the aunts. Go Min-young straight-up whined last time about no contact. Ignore it again, and she might bail for real. Gotta tread light till she's fully mine.
"Blast 'em all?"
Looping in Grandpa and the direct line too? Solid play. Easy points.
"Yeah. Do it."
I fired off wellness-check texts, max casual. Special spice for Go Min-young after our hot fuckfest. Copy-paste the rest, tweak names/titles.
About twenty seconds later? Phone alarms explode—family replies flood in like a torrent.
"Whoa, what the fuck."
No macros, but pinpoint synced. Freaked me out. Everyone that idle? Monday morning wellness spam getting instant replies...?
"Gave me a damn jump."
Nothing wild in them. Distant aunts: standard nephew-checks. Grandpa: novella-length, dripping grandfatherly pride.
Go Min-young's? Next-level nasty. Cock, pussy—no filter, like always—but laced with gooey pleas for sticky time ASAP. Sweet and ballsy.
Hot talk demands hot payback. Man's code.
Crank the heat a notch?
She fired first. Safe.
Hmm. Post-send regret. Delete?
Too late—one vanished.
Live stream vibes.
"Ah, shit. Say what."
Impulse buy—no ready line. Dragging looks sus, so bullshit one.
Ha. Lame as fuck.
Ding.
Go Min-ji message.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
"The hell."
Keeps going. All her.
"Fucking spam."
Aunt silent, so table her.
Ding. Aunt reply.
She's top priority, so jump on it.
"...Huh? Show?"
Holy fuck. Go Min-young nails the male horny buttons. Exactly shit like this.
Instant raging boner.
Damn, she's fire. Wants it? Delivered.
Escalation's what I crave.
"Seung-hee."
"Yes."
"Fish out my cock."
She drops to knees right there, fumbles the zipper down. Pulls the thick hard-on toward her mouth—
"No sucking."
Stop her cold, snap a pic of my dick.
Feels so goddamn weird.
"Ugh. Fucking hideous."
Pic looks nasty as hell. Send and nuke it.
Ding.
"Instant re—ah, fuck!"
Go Min-ji, you stupid bitch!!!