Want to Touch My Cock?

"Want to touch my cock…?"

Hyejin answered the phone in a flustered voice.

And she had every reason to be flustered — because the first thing he'd said when he called out of nowhere was—

"I put lotion on my crotch and it's all slippery. Mind checking for me? Your place would be ideal."

…That.

"…It's lotion. Of course it's slippery. Just dry it properly after you apply it. It'll evaporate soon enough."

She trailed off, then added, "There really are all kinds of weirdos out there."

Clearly. That last bit had been loud enough on purpose — meant for him to hear.

She's trying to provoke me?

He opened the status window.

Once a contract was complete, he could view the other party's stats. Through the settings, he could issue detailed behavioral directives. Currently, Kim Hyejin was set to a [Medium] stage preset.

He'd left the slave tuning menu alone before, figuring it would be too complicated to parse all at once — but now he opened it.

…Or so it said.

If he wanted to rein in Kim Hyejin's prickliness, raising her Obedience should do the trick, right? The question was what to take from to put into it.

He hesitated. His chronic indecisiveness seemed to be kicking in.

Fill three out of five slots on a stat, and that disposition deepened. If Obedience itself was the goal, what was worth stripping…

…If I lower Wariness and put it into Obedience, she'll turn more submissive, won't she?

He dragged a black heart from Wariness over to Obedience.

Why only move one? Someone might wonder why he didn't just dump everything into Obedience.

…Then she'd just follow me like a dog. Where's the fun in that?

A little pushback, a little attitude — that was half the flavor.

In any case, the status window had registered the change. He asked Hyejin again.

"What's your home address?"

At that—

"My place? Our house…"

He could hear the forced politeness straining through her tone.

"I need to check the product, so your place is better, right?"

"I mean, yes, but… where do you live? If you're not too far from the department store… would you like to come over?"

There it was. She'd gone polite.

"Yeah. Text me the address. I'm heading over now."

From here on, the honorifics were done.

No master addressed his servant with respect.

"…Okay."

The text arrived before the call even disconnected.

Ding—

"What? You're right around the corner."

At the thought of seeing Hyejin's pussy, his cock kept trying to stand up. That age when it got hard for no reason at all, surging up out of nowhere.

Get to her place, fast…!

He set off toward the address on the screen.

Even a masochist couldn't be treated however he pleased.

He had to play within the bounds set by the status window's rules.

Break those rules, and the contract terminated on the spot — that disposition became unusable.

If it happened three times, the ability itself was extinguished.

Put simply, this power had been designed for sex, by sex, to improve sex.

Wouldn't someone who mastered every disposition become a true Sex Master? Sex God. Sex Bastard. Sex Machine. A sex hunter collecting every title related ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to fucking. He was starting to feel confident about walking that rugged path.

The reason being that just a little while ago, he'd entered a master-disciple relationship with the adult shop owner.

Until he reached a certain level, he could seek counsel from his master.

His master normally never took disciples — but she'd liked his attitude and approach toward sex…

Thanks to that, of the 88,000 won total for the products, he'd been able to put 38,000 on credit. His entire fortune had been fifty thousand won; call it the disciple discount.

Anyway.

Before any real respect for his master could even bloom, he arrived at the villa marked on the map. Two minutes from the department store. A red-brick villa with no security system to speak of.

He walked inside without hesitation.

But before he could even reach for the doorbell, the door to unit 203 slid open.

"What, were you waiting for me?"

He'd raised her Obedience gauge by a single bar. That was all.

And yet here she was, opening the door the moment he arrived — like a woman who'd been waiting, heart in her throat, for a husband gone off to war.

She must have been watching from inside. Hyejin poked her face out through the gap.

The forced kindness from the phone call was gone without a trace. The way she glared at him carried a strange, taut tension.

Was it because he'd touched the Obedience ability? Her expression said she wanted to push back so badly it hurt — and yet her body had quietly been waiting for her master's visit. Inner conflict. She probably had no idea what was going on with herself.

"You're here?"

"Looks like you were waiting. How good of you."

"Just… other people might hear. Come inside."

The politeness in her tone had thinned out. A little colder, maybe. He could allow that. This wasn't the department store, and she was off the clock. A customer showing up after work was an unwelcome guest.

He yanked the door open and stepped inside.

He walked into the entryway as if it were nothing — but he was trembling hard. Somewhere between excitement and nerves.

A woman's room. And a place where she lived alone, at that — he'd never set foot in one before.

He'd imagined the interior would be wallpapered in pink. Hyejin had always gone crazy for pink, even back then.

Pink… the thought alone triggered a sudden flash of PTSD.

…Baby pink, blush pink, dusty pink… coral pink, hot pink… She'd force me to memorize them, and if I got one wrong she'd smack my ass with a thirty-centimeter ruler… That bitch.

Now it was his turn to pay it back. He looked at the bitch in question.

And look at what she was wearing. Even if it was her own place — she'd gotten a call that a man was coming over, and she answered the door in a thin camisole and short shorts?

Wasn't that basically "Please fuck me—"?

And then—

Look at that expression, like she had no idea what to do with herself.

Heh. A laugh rose in his throat.

Interesting. This is fun.

Hyejin pointed at the shopping bag brimming with adult products.

"Th-that… what's that?"

His gaze followed hers to the bag. Printed large across it was an illustration of a cock and a pussy about to meet, along with the words Adult Shop Franchise Inquiries.

"Hah."

It embodied his master's business philosophy: never be ashamed of enjoying sex and masturbation in front of others.

Honestly—

…I didn't even notice it was written on there.

Good thing it was only a two-minute walk. If he'd taken the subway, he would have been getting some seriously judgmental looks as an obvious sex maniac.

In any case, he casually looked around the apartment.

"What are you doing?"

"Just checking what it's like to live here."

"Why… why would you be looking at that?"

Why?

To punish Hyejin, he needed a venue.

For now, with nothing else prepared, her studio would make an excellent place for sex — a place well-suited to fucking.

As he'd thought earlier, he intended to occupy this space. Even if he was going to freeload, he could at least check whether it was livable.

The place he glanced around was—

Small.

A new two-room unit with the bedroom and kitchen separated. But it was spacious enough to have a living area, and the bathroom was generously sized — that he liked. And it was clean.

Smelled nice, too.

"Did you quit smoking?"

"…Me? I never smoked."

Ah, right. Hyejin never smoked. Said she hated the smell.

Anyway — on the small veranda, Hyejin's underwear was hanging out to dry.

He took a step closer to the intriguing drying rack.

Fresh, youthful underwear of the kind a girl in her early twenties might wear.

Mixed in among them were a few racy pieces. He picked one he liked.

Grab.

Hyejin cried out in shock.

"What are you doing right now!! Why are you touching someone else's underwear?"

"Not allowed? Did you paint gold on your bra?"

"…Well, no, but…"

A flash of shame ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠seemed to have overpowered her Obedience. Maybe when he had the time, he'd confiscate one point of Shame?

No — watching her get embarrassed isn't so bad either, is it?

The last time he'd seen Hyejin look embarrassed like this was when she'd been daydreaming alone about the handsome guy from the school next door.

That model-student, tall, ridiculously good-looking guy had never given a second glance to a delinquent like Hyejin, though.

Anyway.

He checked the texture of the underwear and found something odd — no matter how he looked at it, this wasn't underwear a twenty-year-old woman would wear.

The cup size seemed different, too…

"Where do you think you're looking!?"

"…Whatever. You wear stuff like this?"

"…My mom left it here!"

Ah.

Her mother's sexy panty-and-bra set.

…That was a little weird in its own way.

The words "my mother's underwear" killed his interest. He tossed it roughly back onto the drying rack and headed for the entryway again.

The sun was going down. Time to properly start punishing Hyejin.

A brief digression. The full text of the ability's rules ran about eight pages at 10-point font.

According to what was written there, a masochist had to be played by four major rules: set a limit, establish an emergency stop signal, designate a safe zone, and handle aftercare at the end.

In other words, just because she was a slave didn't mean he could move her with nothing but commands like "Suck." "Spread." "Get on."

Of course, there were dispositions that responded to orders, and if he completely stripped away her ego it would be possible — but any action that violated the rules deleted that disposition, and it was a three-strikes system.

He had no choice but to go slowly, with the utmost caution.

Which was why—

He dropped his pants in front of Kim Hyejin and pulled out his cock.

It hung free—

"Want to touch my cock?"

Faced with this sudden ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠flasher mode, Kim Hyejin's eyes went wide and she covered her face with both hands.