Shut Your Mouth and Suck
"Shut your mouth and suck my cock."
She covered her face with her hands, but…
Hmm…
It was a half-hearted cover at best. Through the gaps between her fingers, her eyes were locked squarely on my cock.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing all of a sudden?! Pull your pants up right now…!"
Her words said one thing. Her eyes said another. She couldn't tear her gaze away from it.
And why would she? They call it iron wrapped in silk, don't they? I, Bae Dosik, might not look like much on the outside—but when it comes to my cock, I have absolute confidence. The kind of massive piece that makes men stagger in shock at the public bathhouse. I hadn't been joking when I said I'd thrash Hyejin with this thing like a club.
A thick, mouthwatering shaft. A broad, plump head. Anyone who saw it could only manage breathless little gasps—"Whoa…," "That's… real…," "Damn." Reactions not so different from the stunned look on Hyejin's face right now.
I held out the lotion sample she'd given me earlier that day.
"Rub it on my crotch."
"…Ah—!?"
That was all. Taking my pants off hadn't meant anything special. The lotion was far too sticky to actually use on a groin. Lotion was supposed to leave skin soft and lightly moisturized without feeling unpleasant—this stuff was nothing of the sort.
Hyejin lowered her hands. Her expression was one of resignation. And then, unexpectedly, words came out of her mouth.
"I remember now. That cock… the face… the way you talk…"
"Hm?"
"You're Bae Dosik."
"……!?"
At seventeen, I'd grown ten centimeters. My shoulders had broadened, too—not a full glow-up, exactly, but enough that if I ran into those middle-school bastards on the street, they'd have to squint and wonder if it was really me.
Apparently, the Bae Dosik in her memory had just come flooding back.
"It is you. Bae Dosik. The one who used to be my little lackey."
Lackey.
My shoulders went rigid at the word. Hadn't I already closed the book on that role the last time I saw Kim Hyejin?
"…How did you know?"
"That weak little voice… I thought your eyes looked shady somehow. And more than anything—the size of that cock…!"
Hyejin's face flushed a deep red.
"You've never seen it."
"I haven't…! But the rumors were true…"
Those rumors had probably been spread by one of the delinquent brats back then. Changing for gym class, they'd have gotten a pretty good look.
Not exactly the conversation you have with your cock hanging out—but our exchange had already shifted from customer and employee to a middle-school reunion.
"S-so it really was that loser Bae Dosik from back then? How the hell did you turn into this kind of pervert?"
"People grow at different rates. In middle school, those guys just hit their growth spurts first."
And with that, I stepped closer, cock swinging freely.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Stay back!"
"Stay back? When you're getting all worked up staring at my cock?"
"You're insane! Get away from me!"
Bit by bit, she was slipping back into the Hyejin of those days. Even at Obedience Level 3 she was this sharp-tongued—how vicious must she have been originally…!
I pressed the lotion into her hand. She flinched when I grabbed her, but she didn't slap me away or refuse the bottle.
"What? Why are you holding my hand?"
Then I took her by the shoulders and pushed her down.
"What the hell? Why are you touching me? You're trying to fuck me, aren't you!? You think I'm just going to put out that easy!?"
"…I told you to put the lotion on. Do your job."
"……Ah."
"Let's not act like amateurs."
"…Okay."
And just like that, the girl who'd been resisting dropped to her knees. Looking down at her from above, my cock gave a twitch. Something about it—the way a composition I'd only ever imagined was now unfolding in real life—sent a thrill through me.
Hyejin flicked a glance at my cock and swallowed hard. The way she shook her head made me wonder what filthy little fantasy had just crossed her mind.
Then she squeezed out a generous dollop of lotion, spread it across her palm, and set her hand against my thigh. The warmth of Kim Hyejin's palm and the cool slick of the lotion traveled up through my skin.
"Hhk—"
I'd felt the touch of her palm before. Rock-paper-scissors, face-slapping stakes. Her voice from that day was still burned into my memory, crystal clear.
— Hey. Bae Dosik. Let's play rock-paper-scissors. Loser gets slapped.
And then what had she said?
You only throw rock. You're a guy, right?
Smack— smack— smack—
I'd gotten the absolute shit beaten out of me.
Fuck.
Kim Hyejin, looking up at me from below.
"…Why are you making that creepy face?"
"It's nothing. Just put it on."
"Fine. Honestly… Kim Hyejin, all grown up and living in the real world, and here I am rubbing some loser's crotch…"
Grumbling, she started working the lotion into my groin.
Slick, slick—
Her hand traveled from my thigh up toward my hip, then back down again. Deeper. Wait—how far was she going?
The back of Kim Hyejin's hand brushed against my balls. The sudden touch of someone else's hand on that sensitive skin sent a jolt of electricity through every nerve ending.
Honestly, even for a woman working in a love hotel, her hand technique was impressive. Don't get carried away like some cheap thrills addict. I kept my composure.
"Look at this girl's hand skills. You've been around, haven't you?"
"…Hey, why is your crotch this dry? You need to moisturize properly. Ugh, men. Always so careless about skincare."
"Hm?"
Slick— slick—
The way she applied the lotion, her expression was genuinely focused—like she was carefully observing the interaction between skin and product. A professional really was a professional, I supposed. With Hyejin doing it, the lotion left my skin soft and glossy without any stickiness.
And then—
"All done. Now…"
She started to stand, as if the lotion application was finished. She was just going to get up with my massive cock right in front of her face? This girl had some serious willpower.
Before I could start any real play with her masochist nature, there was something I needed to check. I opened the status window quickly.
Set your limits.
Hard Limit: Absolute forbidden zones that cannot be accepted
Soft Limit: Conditional zones that may be attempted depending on the situation
Limits can be negotiated verbally with the subject.
To avoid penalties, I had to follow the guidelines.
Since this is the first time…
I'd stick to hard-limit play. As long as I banned bloodletting, striking body parts, scat, and other extreme sadistic acts, I wouldn't need to set separate limits with Hyejin.
She was still on her knees, watching me. I reached behind her tilted head, grabbed the back of her skull, and pulled her toward my cock.
"Aah! What are you doing?! Your cock just touched my face!"
"Suck it."
"…!?"
"I said suck my cock, you piece-of-shit delinquent bitch."
"You've lost your mind. Why the hell should I suck it?"
"Because you want to."
"Who the hell wants to suck some loser's dick…!!"
And yet—
Kim Hyejin's eyes wavered. The ability and her sense of self were probably clashing. Level 3 Obedience meant the subject was drawn toward their master. Her mind rejected the unreal situation—but her body followed instinct. A little like getting drunk and falling into a one-night stand, maybe?
According to the rules, once a contract was formed, giving a sex signal to a slave was supposed to make them follow naturally. But this one had a strong ego—I could feel the need to raise her Obedience level.
I opened the status window. I pulled points from Patience—
Patience♥♡♡♡♡
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Obedience♥♥♥♥♡
I raised Obedience to Level 4.
Instantly, Kim Hyejin's eyes went soft and docile.
"Those eyes… good… now you're starting to look properly obedient."
"Loser… cock… nn…"
"Open your eyes and take a good look. Does this look like a loser's cock to you?"
"…No. It's incredible. Honestly… the best dick I've ever seen…"
"…You've sucked a lot of cocks, have you? You filthy slut."
"I have not! I'm not a slut. I've never even done it…"
Hm?
Unexpected. Suddenly Kim Hyejin looked a lot more appetizing. Like she'd been upgraded from some greasy street food to a carefully packaged dessert from a fancy soft-serve shop.
"Is that so? Hmm…"
"How much of a slut did you take me for, anyway? Not every delinquent girl sleeps around, you know…"
Fair enough. She'd been pretty, so the guy delinquents had probably just hung around her. That was why they'd stuck me with her—to report back if other guys started hitting on her? I'd had a lot of shitty jobs back then.
Fuck.
Be that as it may.
I stroked Kim Hyejin's hair. Pat, pat…
"…Huh?"
"Just look at the cock. Don't overthink it. If you want to suck it, you can."
Gulp.
The way she licked her lips made it clear—Hyejin was fully ready to take my cock in her mouth.
"Ah, wait."
"…What?"
"Do you like necklaces?"
"Necklaces… what kind? Chanel? Gucci? J.Tina? Vivienne?"
Her eyes lit up instantly. She rattled off luxury brands without even pausing for breath. I wasn't entirely sure if the ones she named were real designer labels, but the names alone reeked of expensive.
"Bring me the shopping bag."
"…Okay."
She practically crawled on all fours to the entryway, then came back with the bag. From inside it, I pulled out the necklace I was going to put around Hyejin's neck.
My master had taught me about it—a basic collar, called a "collar." Attached to it was a lead called a "leash." Together, they were known as a collar and leash. Too complicated. I'd just call it a necklace.
"Here."
At Obedience Level 4, Kim Hyejin took the collar and leash and fastened it around her own neck. For someone who'd never done this before, she handled it with surprising ease.
She was a masochist by nature—maybe she'd already been interested?
Then she handed me the leash, the picture of a complete slave. A crooked smile spread across my face all on its own.
"Heh heh…"
"Why are you laughing like that?"
And then—
"Shut your mouth and suck my cock."
At those two coldly spat words, Hyejin took my cock into her mouth.
