Don't Get in the Way of My Work
A week flew by in the blink of an eye. Even when I had a ton of shit to do, time passed quickly, but this week felt even faster because of all the fun training sessions. Ma Yeon-ju, Ha Eun-young, and even Inaeun. Well, strictly speaking, Inaeun wasn't full-on training, but she was still a bitch I pounded relentlessly, so it counted.
Doing what I love makes the day vanish, and when days vanish that fast, the whole week slips away just like that.
"You want me to... wear this...?"
Ma Yeon-ju tilted her head as she hesitantly took the chastity belt Seung-hee handed her. She wasn't on the drugs right now, so even to my eyes, she didn't look totally normal, but she'd gotten used to it somewhat—no major issues beyond a slight furrow around her eyes.
"Yeah. Wear that from now on."
"...Y-yes, sir."
She didn't look thrilled. Of course not—I hadn't explained shit. No one wants to be told to strap on something like a goddamn diaper unless they're a kid. Plus, a chastity belt screams control, right? Even I'd hate it.
But once she puts it on, it'll be different.
This was a custom job made just for Ma Yeon-ju. It periodically injects diluted drugs to get her broken body functioning properly again, and it even has a little electric vibrator that steadily teases her pussy. Those two features will save her from the constant, pleasure-starved agony screaming through her body.
Bonus: It was originally designed to be ready in three days, but since Ma Yeon-ju's been a good girl, I got the antidote from Min Ji-ah and reworked it to administer that too. The antidote basically suppresses the drug's effects and heals some of the damage to her body. Meaning no more harm from here on out.
How fucking gracious is your master? A real saint.
Ma Yeon-ju stripped without hesitation, buck naked, and strapped on the belt. It clicked into place a few times, leaving her looking kinda ridiculous. She seemed to realize it too—her face twisted for a split second.
But...
"Eek?! H-haaah!! Wh-what's this!!"
The reaction hit fast. Just swap the drug cartridge and battery once a day, and she'll enjoy an optimized daily life without any extra meddling. Probably.
"Ah... aaah...."
Ma Yeon-ju calmed down from her initial freakout, settling into something normal. Not her usual do-nothing, bedridden slacker vibe, and not the raving lunatic she turned into from overdosing. Just... a woman.
"H-how is this possible...!"
Her hands roamed her body, especially her face. The headaches from the drug side effects had been her worst torment. Should be better now.
"We calculated the dosage based on Ms. Ma's physical data and drug responses to let her feel a normal daily life. As long as you swap the cartridge once every 24 hours properly, there won't be any major issues with everyday activities."
Ma Yeon-ju teared up at Seung-hee's explanation, overwhelmed by regaining the normal life she'd lost.
"Th-thank you, Master...!!"
"You heard it—cartridge swap every 24 hours. Got it?"
"Yes! I swear my loyalty—to you, Master!!"
She prostrated herself before me. The mood was solemn as fuck, but the whirr of the vibrator teasing her pussy kinda ruined it—hilarious.
"Good."
Ma Yeon-ju got dressed again, and I led the swarm of women to inspect the temporary detention center under construction. Nothing fancy tech-wise—it'd be done in a few days.
"Hmm. That'll be Ha Eun-young's room, and this one's Ma Yeon-ju's."
"Yes, sir."
The two rooms facing each other were already starkly different, even unfinished. Ha Eun-young's screamed rough prison cell at first glance, while Ma Yeon-ju's had smooth marble flooring from the start.
"Ha Eun-young's room is a standard prison setup. Iron bars up front, door designed accordingly. Ms. Ma's room, on the other hand, is modeled after a 30-pyeong apartment in Songdo. Marble flooring and walls, all built-in furniture, and a household robot on standby at all times—(abridged)."
"Nice."
It's a classic technique: show an obvious difference in treatment so anyone can feel it, then slowly break them mentally. That's what I'm testing now.
Of course, if it's too obvious, the effect might halve... but we'll see how it plays out.
"You'll have a big role to play, Yeon-ju."
"I'll do my best—no, I'll deliver results. Master."
"You better."
I patted Ma Yeon-ju's shoulder and left. Time to head out from the artificial island. Not leaving for good—just hitting the Incheon Chief Prosecutors' Office for a big raid(?). I'll come back once it's done.
Come to think of it, the Songdo mansion feels kinda pointless now.
The place on the island is way bigger and flashier. It's my aunt's old spot, so the Songdo one feels downright shabby by comparison. Selling it? Price is iffy, might not even move. Better to keep it for my sanity.
Maybe use it for a jotjip event later, hand it out as a giveaway.
Or turn it into a jotjip association clubhouse. Real estate ain't going anywhere—manage it loosely, and some use will come up.
I arrived at the AV pads lined up in front of the mansion. Everything was prepped for departure. Inaeun looked a bit wobbly between her legs from all the pounding, along with my main secretaries, Baekseol, Levi, and the rest. The crew's grown so much, time to buy more AVs.
Might as well get dedicated ones for the jotjip association while I'm at it. And a couple for Baekseol's PMC.
How many total? "Seung-hee."
"Yes?"
"Jotjip association, PMC, and my personal AVs. We need to expand—calculate the numbers and all that."
"Got it."
I boarded amid bows from the jotjips and secretaries. Inaeun sat beside me.
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The entire AV interior lit up red. Warning sirens blared like crazy—a scene I'd seen a hundred times. All because we were barging into Incheon Chief Prosecutors' airspace without a heads-up or permit.
Security was probably shitting bricks like a bomb went off. Then came the AI warnings, broadcast a few times.
We ignored it, of course, and kept pushing forward. Finally, a human grabbed the mic.
"Heh~ Nice to hear that voice again."
Firm and sharp woman's voice. The security chief from last time I stormed the Chief Prosecutors'. I vaguely remembered a young ponytail girl, but things were too chaotic to recall her face clearly.
"Master, commencing landing."
"Yeah."
The AV aimed for the rooftop pad. Right on cue, the roof door burst open, security swarming out, weapons trained. Same as last time.
"Let's see my big sis's face again?"
The chief was that same ponytail woman. With dozens sent to the hospital last time—one nearly dead—and her still holding the post, she must be damn competent. Otherwise, she'd be fired. Kinda feel bad?
"Baekseol, Levi—head out first."
"Yes, my lord."
Baekseol and Levi exited first, secretaries next, then me with Kwon Dam-bi, Inaeun, and the rest. Dozens facing off—hair-trigger tension, one sneeze away from explosion.
I stepped forward. "Unidentified? Kinda hurts my feelings. Don't you know me? I remember you, sis. It's only been a month."
"...!"
Ponytail bit her lip hard.
"You again...! What the hell are you doing here!! Because of you, I got docked pay for six months!!!!"
"Oh, really? Sorry 'bout that."
Guess she couldn't just let it slide. But knowing who I am and still standing tall? That's security chief material.