Behind-the-Scenes Photo After the Debauchery
Lee Haerin and I sat facing each other on the bed, the biting blast of the air conditioner washing over us. The burning aftermath of the broadcast still hadn't faded.
I never imagined Lee Haerin would come apart like this. Her eyes were now glazed and unfocused. She'd always been far removed from this kind of back-alley decadence—though when it came to Jin Bora, her sworn enemy, that was a different story. No, Lee Haerin had always been the proud one, keenly aware of her own worth. Born beautiful, with a bold, straightforward personality, she'd been someone who received nothing but the finest affection from everyone around her. She'd never needed anyone else's squalid desires.
Now I understood why stage five of Affection was called Corruption. Stage four—Confirmation—applied to me as well. Whether it became love or corruption depended entirely on how I chose to treat her. And Lee Haerin had dragged me into a swamp I couldn't pull myself out of.
I gazed at the pitiful woman still drowning in the afterglow. Guaranteed future success paired with an immediate, present reward—that combination drives people insane. I'd felt something similar raising Pretty, back when I could delight in watching them grow on nothing more than my unshakable faith that they would bloom. What came back to me, of course, had been social death. But Lee Haerin now had no choice but to obey my every word, no matter the circumstance. She was a slave. Even if I started with something as small as changing what she called me, she had to accept it.
Spreading her lips apart, I spoke. "From now on, you call me Master."
"Yes…… Master," Lee Haerin answered.
I needed to carve the word slave firmly into her mind. And to do that, I would take her most precious moment.
It's my first time—can I actually do this? No. No need to worry. If anything, I was grateful for the chance to see the very end of my own desire. I don't know the meaning of the word "moderate." Today, I'd test that on Lee Haerin.
I gripped her lower lip and pulled it down. Her jaw opened, teeth bared, tongue slipping out. I asked her to redefine what she was. "Who are you?"
"I……" Lee Haerin made a wet, tongue-heavy sound. "Am a slave."
"Whose?"
"Shin Gaon's slave."
Sticky saliva ran down along my fingers. I pushed my thumb inside, and Lee Haerin let out a pleased moan. I parted the corners of her lips; her head tilted, and she made a sound I couldn't name. I trailed my lips over her, tugging at her lower lip once more.
"Your body belongs to me now too."
"Yes."
I ordered her to take off my pants. Lee Haerin gripped the hem with both hands, I lifted my hips slightly, and she dragged them down—thoughtful enough to strip off my boxers in the same motion.
Thwump.
There was the sound of a thick pillar slicing through the air. My cock, held back until now, lifted its head. Lee Haerin froze with the pants caught at her knees; her attention must have been riveted on the thing sitting dead center in her field of vision. It covered her nose and half her eyes, the glans vaulting clean past her forehead.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and take them off."
"……Ah! Yes, Master!" She blinked rapidly before answering, then finished pulling them off, folded the pants neatly in the corner of the bed—and all the while kept sneaking glances at my cock.
Next I pointed at my shirt. Picking up on it, she crawled toward me on her knees until our skin could touch. "Master," she said, "this…… it goes inside, right?" Her finger trembled as she pointed.
"You're a climber and you're scared of this?"
"That's different from this! Who actually likes pain?" I snorted. "Plenty of people seem to like it, though."
"Well, not me." She shook her head, pretending not to look while side-eyeing my cock the whole time, then muttered under her breath, "There's no way this actually fits. It's way too big……"
She was positioned with my cock between us, and then she tensed her stomach and pulled her body back—the slick, bobbing thing seemed to repel her from touching it. Precisely because of the precum dribbling bit by bit from the tip, no doubt.
To discipline my slave who still hadn't grasped her situation, I swept her into my arms.
"Kyah!"
She squealed, adorably startled. "Th-that's a little embarrassing, don't you think……?" she said. For all her complaining, the surface area of our touching skin wasn't actually that large—her chest saw to that. So I deliberately crushed her arms into the embrace until she could barely breathe. The culprit herself was hardly affected.
"Ugh, it got on me," Lee Haerin said, recoiling in distaste.
"It came off my body, and you're going to act like you hate it?"
"It's not that! It's the sweat I worked up when I was doing the one-take! Why would I ever hate your precum, Master?"
Not a bad answer. Instead of saying I was satisfied, I simply let her go.
"Ah—ahem." She cleared her throat with a performative air of disappointment.
A smear of translucent, stringy fluid clung to her sternum. She was sitting astride my thigh, and if all of me went inside, that's how far down it would reach. I understood her worry now—no matter how much of a cradle for childbirth it was, nothing takes all of that from the very first time. But Lee Haerin was a climber. Today, whether it was her pussy or her throat, I intended to ruin her thoroughly.
Lee Haerin gripped the side hems of my shirt and pulled upward, and I raised my arms with the feeling of being a little kid again, letting her strip a grown man's shirt over his head.
"Master. Are you a baby?"
Her true personality hadn't gone anywhere, apparently.
"All men are babies no matter how old they get," I declared shamelessly.
"……Is that why you named the guild Slave?"
"And yet you joined to become my slave?"
"……I knew it would come to this." She tossed my shirt onto the floor of the room.
"Throwing my clothes around, huh?"
"……Unless it's 6-Star gear."
"So, Slave Number One Lee Haerin—did you need 6-Star equipment that badly that you came here to offer me your pussy?"
"Do you have to phrase it like that? …Though, well. You're not wrong."
She went on. "Who'd turn down free 6-Star gear? Honestly, you should be thanking your luck I came first, Master. If that bitch Jin Bora had gotten to you first—she'd have smelled that you'd never been with a woman before, and you'd have been eaten alive."
A hollow laugh escaped me. "Jin Bora? From Celebrity?"
"You know her?" Lee Haerin narrowed her eyes.
"Yeah. I asked Celebrity to help you get up to the 10th floor, remember?"
"What?!" she shouted, flailing her hands in disbelief, eyes bulging, head whipping from side to side. "Oh no, oh no! You walked straight into that fox's trap!"
"Nothing you won't say in front of me, huh?"
"Do you even know what she's like? In school she swapped boyfriends practically every other day—and somehow she'd spin it so it was always their fault. Took everything she could get and skipped out on everything she owed."
"Sounds a lot like you."
"Even if you are my Master, comparing me to her……"
"Why? So what?"
Lee Haerin rolled her lips, then let out a sigh. "Ha. But why Celebrity, though? They're the only guild we could ally with on short notice, but…… wait. Don't tell me—"
I smiled. "I'm curious just how far the almighty Jin Bora will fall."
"Did you dig into my background?"
"Of course. I ought to at least know my slave's past."
It was only fragments—a scattered profile, nothing more. But fragments were enough.
Lee Haerin raised her hand like someone admitting defeat. "So the moment I sent that DM, my life was already over, huh? God, what do I do? What if people recognize me out there! The chat's going to be nothing but sex jokes!"
She didn't seem remotely bothered that her past had been exposed. She'd walked into Slave of her own free will, after all. Very like her—clean-cut about it all.
"The outside world doesn't matter. You think anyone's dumb enough to pick a fight with a climber? The broadcast is your problem to manage."
"Seriously, Master! Then promise—right after we clear the 10th floor, buy me a house. I want to live inside the Tower."
"Fine, fine."
The reason ordinary people had almost never laid eyes on a climber was precisely that they lived inside the Tower.
"Back with me now? Our little slave?"
"……I was going easy on you?"
"Mm."
The vertical relationship of master and slave, in its most literal form, was satisfying enough—but I preferred a relationship like this, an active one. Taking a woman so drugged on pleasure that she couldn't collect her thoughts, the way it had been just now, was delicious in its own right. But that depended on the occasion. Right now, I wanted her responding instantly, because I was about to ruin her into a cock sleeve.
"Time to do what we came to do, no?"
"We're really filming the sex cut?"
"We are. That's the highlight."
"I figured that was coming, on stream."
"That's part of it. But I have to carve out a place for myself in you that Jin Bora can never fill."
"Fill—? I mean, you're just going to take my virginity live, aren't you?"
"You know me well."
"I've got your behavior patterns all mapped out by now," she said—and with that, her hand closed around my cock. Her fingers were cold. The chill seemed to seep all the way to its core.
"Nnh."
"Whoa. One hand doesn't even close around it. My fingers don't come close to touching. It's way bigger than a soda can," Lee Haerin marveled.
"Use both hands and stroke it up and down, nice and gentle."
"My arms are going to get sore. It's too long."
"A climber whining? Weren't you the one chewing bugs off yourself without so much as a grimace?"
"……Stop bringing that up."
Lee Haerin began working me with both hands. Her soft palms swept along the pillar and my ass clenched. Then my cock stiffened upward and spat out another bead of precum. Lee Haerin smeared the fluid running down the back of her hand back onto the shaft and used it as lube.
"Good girl."
"I am an assassin. People always said I had great hands, even as a kid."
Her grip control was excellent. Pressure easing on the downstroke, measured on the upstroke—like she meant to milk every last drop of cum out of me. The signal arrived.
"Suck the head."
Lee Haerin opened and closed her mouth, gauging its size. Then, urged on by me, she stretched her jaw to its absolute limit and took in the glans. "Mmph—glk."
The sound of her airway sealing shut. Both corners of her lips were stretched perfectly smooth, and she'd pulled her jaw down hard to open as wide as she could. Looking down at her, her cheekbones seemed to jut forward. The hardened delinquent mask cracked all at once.
Thankfully, Lee Haerin managed to swallow the entire glans. It pressed flush against her tongue and the mucous membrane of her mouth. Already hypersensitive, the head was hit with a wave of stimulation from the sudden change in pressure.
She stopped stroking the instant it entered. So desperate not to let her teeth graze the tip that her jaw was trembling audibly with the effort.
I could feel myself about to come soon—but before that, I intended to enjoy a little more. I rubbed the back of her teeth against the ridge of my mushroom-shaped crown.
"Hh—hhnn! Ngh. Uck."
The tickling sensation made her clench her throat muscles, and that did her in. She'd been breathing laboriously through her nose when her stomach tightened; the airflow pinched off. Her eyes flashed, her inhale stalling halfway down her throat. The blocked rhythm tangled, and her throat seized up with a cramp.
"Ah—aaahhhk! Nk, kgh. Gkh! Gghk—!"
Her nostrils flaring, Lee Haerin screamed deep inside her throat like she was clawing at it. At some point her face had flushed scarlet—and with it, the pressure in her mouth climbed. Her throat closed around the head from every direction. The urethral opening ran in a straight line to her gullet, and it felt like I was being sucked clean in.
I slowly released the tension I'd been holding to the very end.
Brrrt.
It was going to be a long one. The semen poured out in an unbroken stream, like pissing. Lee Haerin's throat contracted and relaxed in spasms, but she couldn't swallow the sheer volume.
"Gulp. Gk—ghrk. Hnk. Nk—"
Even in perfect health she'd have struggled to drink it all, and her throat was in agony on top of that. She had no choice but to send it back. Her mouth was sealed tight, so she pushed it upward through her nasal cavity.
"Khhnk. Hnk! Ughk. Gulp!"
Thick semen, like condensed milk, erupted from both her nostrils. She looked like she was snot-drooling like a toddler. Her face was just as red, blood rushing to the surface.
Lee Haerin's eyes rolled upward. Her pupils hid beneath her upper lids, showing as thin slits. Both hands that had been stroking me fell away, limp.
Unconscious like that, all that remained in Lee Haerin was the instinct to survive. Fortunately, being a climber, she was unharmed—only her swallowing muscles were still working. Her jaw had gone slack, teeth touching the glans, but with no force behind them, it was sensation without danger.
I finished with my orgasm. Lee Haerin had fainted but was, thankfully, still breathing—blowing frothy bubbles of semen out of her nose.
I grabbed her bangs and hauled her head up. Her hair dangled from my fist, tongue lolling out of her mouth, the semen she'd failed to swallow trickling out after it.
I took a photo of Lee Haerin in her thoroughly ruined state, then slapped her cheek with my free hand. We were only getting started—she wasn't allowed to run.
Lee Haerin's eyes drifted back down.
