Slave Training Time
“...When you're sleeping so obediently like this, you look all cute and puppy-like. But then you wake up and act like such a bitch...”
How long had I been out? The hazy voice I'd been hearing faintly started to sharpen.
“Ugh, if only you could fix that shitty personality, you'd be pretty decent...”
I opened my eyes to see Jeong Da-jeong's face right in front of mine. Blink.
“Who the fuck said what?”
“Kyaaak!”
She yelped in surprise at me suddenly waking up.
“Ugh, shut up...!” Throb.
“Agh...!”
Her shrill lion's roar hit me first, then the muscle pain crashing through my whole body struck second, making me groan involuntarily.
“Ah, are you okay?”
“Like hell I am.”
My status window before blacking out had been a mess. I'd gone all out without a second thought, so of course it ended like this. At least I'd gotten some skills and a level-up out of it...
'Nah, that's not the point right now.'
I lifted my head to take stock of the situation. Whoosh.
Not Jeong Da-jeong's place, but some unfamiliar room—I couldn't place it—until she cleared it up.
“Ah, don't worry. It's the master bedroom on the second floor of that house we found yesterday.”
“Second floor?”
“Yeah. This was the only room with a bed.”
Guess she'd hauled my unconscious ass back on the motorcycle. I peered out the dim window and asked,
“What time is it?”
She checked her wristwatch. “8:34.”
“Huh.”
We'd left her place around noon, so I'd been out for seven or eight hours.
'Wasted the whole damn day.'
Sighing at the lost prime farming time, I stuck out my finger to her. Flinch!
“...! S-s-sorry...!”
She cringed like I was about to hit her and apologized.
“What're you doing?”
“Huh?”
“Get me a smoke.”
“Ah... Okay.”
She sheepishly fetched a cigarette from downstairs and put it between my fingers.
“Light.”
“Ah. Right.”
Not like she was coding or some shit—she finally lit it after I told her. Sizzle.
“Fuu—. Been a while since my head spun like this. Body's totally wrecked.”
“Um... if you're tired, maybe sleep more...”
“Nah. Get me something to drink.”
“Water okay...? Or an electrolyte drink...”
“Whatever.”
“Ah, uh. On the way, should I grab some food too? You haven't eaten yet...”
“Yeah.”
“Anything specific you want...? Zzt. Flinch. “Hik...!”
“Hah—. Just bring whatever. Stop asking every damn thing.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
She'd always been kinda like this, but now she was scared shitless. 'Fear stat at work? Or 'cause I said I'd fuck her up if she messed around. Or maybe seeing me slice zombies finally taught her not to fuck with me...'
Whatever. She was my convenient slave, but dealing with her was exhausting. Time for measures.
After scarfing down the food on the tray she'd brought, I eyed her. Flinch.
“M-more...?”
“No. Set it down and come here.”
I stopped her as she rushed to grab the tray and bolt.
“Ah... um...”
“What? Closer.”
She stood trembling in front of me. I lifted her clothes. Swish, swish.
“Eut.”
“Hold still.”
'About here.'
I gauged the spot, fondling her soft skin, then got to the thing I'd put off.
Creep, creep.
“Ah...”
Absolute obedience to the master's commands.
Penalty applied on disobedience.
Penalties stack on repeated disobedience.
“Wh-what's this...?” She pointed at the pink slave brand etched on her pale lower abdomen.
“What? It's a womb tattoo.”
“W-womb wha...?”
“Womb tattoo. The kind sex slaves get.”
“Y-yes. Y-yesss...!? S-sex, s-sex, sex slave...”
She stammered in horror at the vulgar brand laced with my tastes. Whatever. I kept prepping her training.
Default disobedience penalty was pain, but from reading the novel, I knew it was customizable.
'Not sure if this works, though.'
Disobedience Penalty Set.
“Oh.”
Good, it let me tweak it this far. Test time—I gave an order right away.
“No more backtalk.”
“Yes, y-yes...?” Throb.
“...!”
No sooner had she spoken than she clutched the slave brand and climaxed. Throb, throb. Twitch, twitch.
“Clothes...♡ Ohhk—♡ Ohho—♡”
Drool. Liquid poured down her legs in seconds. She collapsed, unable to hold it.
“Uh... ha... ah...?”
I informed the trembling girl, clueless as she was, of the basics every slave needs.
“When I give an order, just say 'yes.' Call me Master every time I call you.”
“Yes...?” Throb. Twitch, twitch!
“Kyaaht... Ohwk... Ohhk—!”
Even seeing the disobedience penalty trigger text, she backtalked out of habit and climaxed again. Swish.
“Get it now?”
I slipped my hand into her panties. Squish. Squish.
“Agh—ht...♡”
Unlike last night when I'd forced her dry, she was soaked now. I fingered her sopping pussy and whispered,
“Never run again. Don't even think about it. Don't think about refusing my orders. Don't dream of questioning me. Hell, don't think at all.”
Throb... “...! Yes, yes! Yes, Master!”
She wasn't hopeless—she answered desperately just like I'd told her. First decent response. I grabbed her hair, staring into her eyes mixed with heat and fear.
Future was set. Time to settle the past. She'd cost me a full day today, plus 250 Evil Accumulation stacks wasted. That's like killing six more people since murder gives 40 stacks each. And above all, she had to atone for betraying me and pissing me off.
Lucky or unlucky for her, Jeong Da-jeong had the talent for it—as a pack mule and a slave.
“Time to get punished?”
“Ah, ah...”
She trembled from fear or aftershocks, but I didn't give a shit. I just planned to suck her dry to the bone.
...
Slap, slap, slap, slap... Creak, creak, creak, creak...
“Kyahk, hng, euk... Kyahht...!”
Jeong Da-jeong, arms pinned in doggy style, getting her pussy relentlessly pounded by Cheongun, finally couldn't hold back and came. Twitch, twitch.
“Ohhk...♥ Ohhng—...♥ Euhht...♡”
She'd lost count of the orgasms—her brain felt melted—but no rest for her.
“Hey.”
At the voice of Cheongun—now her master—she cried out desperately.
“Yes...! Yes, Master. I'll squeeze my pussy right...!”
She clenched around the thick intruder filling her, and his thrusts resumed. Thwack.
Thwack. Squeeze. Thwack.
“Euk... Euhk... Agh... Hngt...!”
Each brutal thrust made her body quake. Their thighs slapped, sweat dripping down.
Splaaash. Splaaash. Slap. Slap! Screech, screech. Screech. Screech.
“Agh... Eu... Agh... Ahk...!”
His savage rhythm shook the bed and her like they might break.
'Please, please...'
It hurt. So much. Like a chisel scraping her insides.
“Ah...”
But that was weird. It hurt like hell, her precious depths ravaged and defiled solely for his lust...
'I'm going crazy...♥'
She couldn't hold back—his cock mercilessly battering her womb triggered a small orgasm. Guuush. Guuush.
“D-don't press like that... it'll squish...♡” Twitch, twitch. Spurt.
“Ohhk—♥”
Was it the shameful brand on her belly? Or had her mind melted so much pain and pleasure blurred? Pointless to wonder now. Nothing she could do about it anyway.
“Hah, cumming again by yourself?”
“Ah.. sorry.. sorry...!”
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
“Feels good? Huh? Good?”
“Yes... y-yes.. so good. So good, Master...!”
She'd already declared herself his slave. No escape till he released her—and she knew Cheongun never would.
So Jeong Da-jeong stopped thinking. Just like promised, Master would think for her. She just had to play her role as a obedient sex slave.
Denial. Her survival method.
Squelch, thwack! Squeeelch. Thwack! Squeeelch.
“Hahk... Hkngt…♡ Hng...!”
“Euhh. Hey. Gonna cum?”
At her master's words, she barked the most vulgar, humiliating plea she knew—to please him.
“Yes. Yes, Master! Please fill your exclusive bitch-pussy with your superior baby seed...!”
Shame burned even as she said it, but that was the old world's wrong emotions. She ignored it, focusing on the now. Clenching her thighs to milk his cum.
Squeeze, slurp.
“Hng...”
His rare weak groan of pleasure stirred something deep in her. Proof of her usefulness as a tool? Relief at pleasing the strong male so she wouldn't be discarded? Or becoming like her master's tastes through the brand?
She didn't know the name yet.
'...Don't need to, right?'
Jeong Da-jeong closed her eyes. Thwackkk—
“Ohhngt...!”
“Hng...!”
Spurt. Gluuuurp.
“Ah...♥”
She just felt the pulsing semen conquering her depths. When the long ejaculation ended—another pussy occupation complete—
Pop. Drip.
“...Thank you for your superior semen, Master.”
This time, she moved faster than his orders. Slurp.
“I'll clean Master's cock now.”
Blush, blush. Ignoring her burning cheeks, she brought her face close.
Sniff, sniff.
“Ah...”
His cock, slick with her juices and his, carried a deep musk.
“Haaaah—♡”
Sniff-sniff. Yesterday it reeked; now it was intoxicatingly lewd. Throb, throb. Haup.
“Slurp—.. Sluuuurp—...”
Sucking the shaft drew out the leftover cum from his urethra. Glurk. Glurk.
“Mmph... Hng.. Chup—.. Churrp.”
She gulped the sticky jelly-like semen, then deepthroated the pillar, cleaning thoroughly. Slurp. Suck. Lick.
“Hyap... Hyahp.. Hyaaaam...♡”
“Hng... Uh, there.. the back too.”
“Yess—♥”
Slurrrp. Lick. Liiiick.
She licked every crevice around the glans as ordered. Soon, the cock hardened in her mouth again. She pulled it out and assumed position. Shlorp. Drip.
Spreading her legs and pussy with her fingers, his thick cum oozed out.
Jeong Da-jeong spread herself for her master, pleading,
“Please use your exclusive bitch-slave pussy as much as you want until you're satisfied...♥”
“Hah—.”
Cheongun felt deep satisfaction at her vulgar, slutty display, then thrust in—
Shluuup.
“Ahhk—♡”
And embraced her once more.