A Pretty Outfit Fitting for a Slave
"A pretty outfit fitting for a slave, all prepared."
"Ugh...."
I barely pried open my heavy eyelids, waking with a groan.
When the hell did I fall asleep?
I dazedly opened my eyes and looked around, and that's when my last memory flashed through my mind.
'Remember this: from tonight until tomorrow morning, our Seojin has no human rights—just a sex slave.'
"Hngh...?!"
'Right now, this is just a break out of my kindness. Don't get any cheeky ideas. Got it~?'
Right. I was the slave of those two delinquent girls now.
After losing that game where we set rules for staying in this house like total dogs, all sorts of humiliations I'd endured because of my slave status came flooding back.
I'd worn a maid outfit and licked their pussies, and later became a full-on sex slave, treated like a toy.
The finale: pinned under Hye-won's pussy, I'd kept tonguing away in service to Seo Ye-eun's ravaging until I was right on the edge of cumming. My face burned hot at the thought.
"How could I do something like that.... I must be crazy...♥"
I sighed and perched on the edge of the bed headboard.
Honestly, my body wasn't in great shape.
For starters, every inch of me ached like I'd been beaten black and blue.
My inner thighs and ass were sticky with dried love juices and sweat, giving off a gross, musty feel.
Even the bedsheets were soaked in fluids; every breath filled the room with the thick, fishy scent of a bitch in heat.
I really went all out... how could this happen...?
I blankly scanned the room, then shook my head hard and got up.
I needed to get out of this room for a bit.
Lying around was tempting, but just breathing in that intense aroma was making my head throb and my lower belly heat up.
No way could I go into heat again when I'd just gotten a break.
"F-First, maybe wash up...? But can I even do that...?"
A normal exam prep student visiting a friend's house could just hit the bathroom and clean up, no problem.
But not me—not in this state where I didn't even have basic rights.
I was a slave with human rights revoked.
As humiliating as it was, to avoid more horrific punishments, I had to act the perfect slave and follow the rules to the letter.
Cautiously, I slipped off the bed, stark naked without a stitch on, and timidly opened the door to step into the living room.
Seo Ye-eun and Kang Hye-won were lounging side by side on the living room sofa, casually scrolling their smartphones.
"Um, M-Masters...."
"Oh? Hey, it's our Seojin~ Woke up, huh?"
"Y-Yes.... Um...."
I knelt neatly in front of the sofa, right in their line of sight, and carefully spoke up.
"My body's all sticky. May I wash up?"
Begging naked on my knees in front of girls who'd been my friends until recently—for permission to bathe.
My face flushed crimson with misery, but what choice did I have?
Seo Ye-eun watched me for a moment, then flashed a sweet smile.
"Of course~ Go right ahead."
"Th-Thank you...."
"Hey, Lee Seojin. Why even ask for permission? Even slaves get free rein during breaks—no one's gonna nag you. Wash up, rest up, do whatever."
"Ah, uh.... Got it."
Kang Hye-won glanced up from her phone, her voice surprisingly gentle.
Even as a slave, they seemed committed to guaranteeing break time.
And then Hye-won dropped something really welcome.
"Hey, there's a big tub full of warm water in the living room bathroom. Soak and loosen up—no just showering."
"Mmph...! Th-Thank you... no, thank you, Master Hye-won."
"Don't mention it. After all that, this is the least I can do."
Hye-won really is the best master ever.
I bowed my head in thanks to both Hye-won and Seo Ye-eun, then hurried to the bathroom.
"Haaaah... I can breathe again...."
Sinking into the big tub in the living room bathroom, the warm water melted away my frozen tension and fatigue.
I gently massaged my stiff muscles underwater, staring blankly ahead.
As I washed myself, my mood was strangely mixed.
These were the girls who'd stripped my human rights and tormented my body with all sorts of vicious toys, driving me through hellish orgasm torture.
Yet now, during break time, they'd drawn a hot bath and shown such caring consideration—it felt genuinely warm and grateful.
Sure, I was a slave right now, but the way they looked after me... maybe they saw me as more than just a toy.
For the rest of this week, it'll be like this, huh?
Every day, note tests during the daytime, setting new special rules based on results.
If I won, I could dictate the rules—but lose, and I'd be under their total control.
What would happen if I lost? Today started with maid and ended in sex slave.
Tomorrow, I might start right off as a collared pet.
Or like today's maid cosplay, maybe some other shameful costume.
What if... they make me do bunny girl with tail and ears...!
Me in a bunny suit exposing my tits and ass, shaking my hips in service to them.
That vulgar, lewd fantasy hit, and my lower belly tingled—my freshly washed pussy starting to drip again.
Unthinkingly, my hand drifted between my legs underwater.
Just as my fingertips neared my swelling clit—
"Ah...! N-No, can't do this."
I yanked my head side to side and pulled my hand away.
I had mountains of ordeals ahead, and even tonight as a slave, who knew what service awaited.
No wasting stamina now—I needed to conserve energy.
Plus, the masters said no cumming without permission.
Not that simple masturbation would make me cum, and even if it did, they wouldn't know.
Still, it felt wrong—strongly so.
"Phew... Just wash up quietly and get out."
I steeled myself and sank back into the tub.
After zoning out long enough to ease the fatigue, about an hour later, I climbed out, showered clean, dried my hair thoroughly, and stepped out.
"Oh, all fresh and clean?"
"Eek...!"
The moment I opened the bathroom door, Seo Ye-eun stood there arms crossed, waiting.
I flinched and shrank back reflexively.
Not 'all done, time to serve' already, right?
"Hydration's key after a bath~ Watermelon's sliced up; eat if you want."
"Ah, yeah.... Thank you, Master."
"Hehe, no need to thank me~ Hye-won sliced it before she left. Enjoy."
Thank goodness—no harsh orders, just cool fruit.
And Hye-won prepped it again. She'd seemed so kind lately; I never knew she could be this sweet.
Ah, Hye-won... I miss you so much.
I even wished it'd been Hye-won waiting instead of Seo Ye-eun.
"Hm~? What's with that sigh just now."
"Ah, aaah...! N-Nothing! Totally nothing!"
"Disappointed it's me and not Hye-won at the door?"
"Absolutely not...!!"
Seo Ye-eun smiled and asked in her silky voice.
But the content was brutal; I frantically shook my head in denial.
One wrong word, and break time or not, I'd be face-down on the living room floor getting punished.
But instead of getting mad, Seo Ye-eun burst into giggles.
"It's fine, it's fine~ Makes sense. Hye-won did rough you up pretty good earlier, huh?"
"Ughhh...."
"Hye-won's just out grabbing something from the convenience store. Be back soon."
"Ah... Okay."
"Oh, right—before the fruit~."
Seo Ye-eun gently brushed back my wet hair as she continued.
"How about trying on some clothes first?"
"Clothes...?"
"Yeah~. You're so cute prancing around all naked and bare, gets me hot."
"Hngh...."
"But with the AC on, it's chilly in here? Can't have our slave catching a cold."
"Ah...."
"So I specially prepared a pretty outfit that suits our slave perfectly~."
An outfit fitting for a slave?
My heart sank at those words.
Maid outfit confiscated, no human rights as a slave now.
What could it be that suits a slave?
"Come on, it's in your room."
"Y-Yes, Master...."
I trailed obediently behind Seo Ye-eun, my mind racing with wild imaginings.
Obvious picks for a vulgar sex slave: leather straps barely covering my tits, or panties with the crotch wide open.
Or maybe the netted bunny suit exposing my ass, like I'd fantasized.
Either way, something to bare my slutty parts and maximize shame.
Haa... how much more embarrassing can it get...?
Face burning, I tentatively stepped into the room as Seo Ye-eun opened the door.
And the moment I saw the clothes on the bed—
"Uh...?"
"What do you think~? Perfect for our slave, right?"
"This is...."
My expectations missed completely.
It wasn't leather straps or mesh panties Seo Ye-eun had prepared.
A glossy black latex bodysuit covering from head to toe without a gap gleamed on the bed, waiting for me.
A so-called catsuit.