Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon (7)
"If that's what you want, I'll give it to you."
The words had barely left his mouth before Jung Hoyoung drove his hips even harder, slamming into her with a raw, punishing rhythm. His cock plunged to the deepest part of Yu Seoyeon's pussy and began to piston in and out with brutal force, the wet, filthy sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the training hall.
"Nice body."
He squeezed her breasts however he pleased, twisting her nipples between his fingers as he rocked his hips in a savage grind. Yu Seoyeon's snow-white chest heaved and bounced. Her red hair fanned across the floor. Tears streamed without pause from those dark eyes, her face twisted into a mask of agony.
Those enormous, porcelain breasts. That taut abdomen carved with a sharply defined six-pack. The scattered hair, the face contorted in pain — all of it was good. But the best part of all was Yu Seoyeon's pussy, clamping down so hard it felt as though it might crush his cock outright. Her velvety inner muscles clenched around him without rest. Whether her body temperature simply ran high or not, the heat enveloping him went well beyond warm — it felt scorching, like a furnace.
"This is a masterpiece."
Yu Seoyeon's pussy was, without question, a heavenly cunt.
There are people who, once addicted to masturbation, come to prefer it over actual sex. The reason is simple: a hand's grip can squeeze a cock harder than most women's vaginal muscles ever manage. So when someone hooked on jerking off finally sleeps with a woman, the tightness feels too weak — the pussy feels loose.
But Yu Seoyeon's pussy was different.
Before he had merged with the villain Jung Hoyoung, he had masturbated plenty and slept with every girlfriend he had ever dated. And yet a pussy that bit down on his cock this hard — that clenched as if it fully intended to crush him — this was a first. The interior of her cunt, hot as molten metal rather than merely warm, pleased him enormously as well.
While Jung Hoyoung drowned in overwhelming satisfaction, Yu Seoyeon stared up at him with the vacant eyes of a broken doll, tears pouring freely down her face as she screamed in raw, wretched agony.
"Hngh! Aah! Ah! Ah! Aaaah! Nngh!"
"Use your mana."
The order dropped from Jung Hoyoung's lips.
"Hngh! Pardon?"
"I said use your mana. Your eyes turn red when you do. I liked the way that looked."
"Y-yes, Master. Hngh!"
Yu Seoyeon drew up her mana. A crimson haze rose from her body, and those once-black eyes flooded with a ruby-vivid red. Only the color of her irises had changed. The twisted expression, the tear-soaked face — those remained exactly as they were. And yet, somehow, it felt as though he were violating an entirely different woman.
Jung Hoyoung slammed his hips even harder, both hands mauling her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples without mercy. Then a powerful urge to come surged up through him. He didn't hesitate. He drove his cock so deep into her pussy that her womb was shoved upward — and came, long and hard and thoroughly, pouring himself into her in heavy, pulsing waves.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Rough breaths tore from Jung Hoyoung's mouth as he finished. It felt incredible. Not just physically — the mental satisfaction was just as complete. And that wasn't all. The desire and lust that had been climbing without limit sank away at remarkable speed.
Coming down her throat had been good, but the satisfaction he felt now dwarfed that by comparison. Her body is excellent, yes. But more than that — the psychological satisfaction of piercing Yu Seoyeon's virgin pussy and pouring his semen deep into her womb, of making her his property in the most literal sense, was immense. She was already mine, technically. But knowing that in his head and actually driving his cock through her hymen and coming in the deepest part of her womb were two entirely different things.
"Hngh! Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Freed from the pain at last, Yu Seoyeon lay sprawled on the floor, gasping. She was a wreck. Red hair scattered across the training hall floor. A face soaked in tears. Her snow-white breasts, framed by a dress shirt with its buttons torn off and a shredded bra, bore red handprints branded into the skin like a cattle mark. Between the ripped pantyhose, her pussy was flushed and swollen, and from it Jung Hoyoung's white semen and the virgin blood still left inside her cunt spilled out together in thick, uneven pulses.
A white puddle formed beneath her in no time, thin threads of red blood mixing into it. A moment later, once every last drop of semen and virgin blood had been expelled, Yu Seoyeon's pussy closed back up into a neat, almost virginal line.
Jung Hoyoung reached out and seized a fistful of her red hair.
"You've still got cleanup to do."
He pulled her face toward his cock.
"Hah! Hah! Yes, Master."
With her tear-streaked face, Yu Seoyeon stuck out her tongue and carefully licked his cock, still slick with her virgin blood and juices. Then she took him into her mouth and sucked, working him with a diligent, almost reverent thoroughness.
"Mmnh."
He was supposed to be getting cleaned up, but his lust was rising again. His cock, which had been settling down, found its strength once more. Without hesitation, Jung Hoyoung gripped her red hair and shoved her head down, burying himself deep in her throat. Using that crimson hair as a handle, he worked her head like a fleshlight, thrusting into the depths of her throat in a steady, merciless rhythm.
"Ghk! Uck! Cough! Mmph! Ghhk! Cough! Uck! Gaaahk! Ghk! Ghk!"
Yu Seoyeon, who had spent the entire day getting her throat fucked, reacted as clumsily as she had the very first time his cock had gone down it. He didn't care. This wasn't bad either.
"Ghhhk! Uck! Gaaahk! Ghk! Mmph! Mph! Uck! Uck!"
She adapted again quickly enough. And as he kept driving into her throat, the urge to come returned. Until now he had always poured his semen down her throat. This time, he didn't want to. So just before he came, instead of burying himself in her throat, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Hot white semen erupted from him in thick, forceful spurts, covering Yu Seoyeon's tear-soaked face.
"Hah! That's good!"
Jung Hoyoung let out a single, thoroughly satisfied remark.
"I'll clean your cock again, Master."
With her face a mess of tears and cum, Yu Seoyeon buried it between his legs once more, using her lips and tongue to clean him with the same careful devotion as before.
"Mmnh."
As she worked his cock with her tongue and lips, the reason that had fled him began to return. This bastard really was a genuine sadist. Jung Hoyoung found himself resenting the novel's villain — the Jung Hoyoung he had merged with — for no good reason.
But. The satisfaction is off the charts.
He had unleashed his desires without holding anything back, and the fulfillment that came back was enormous. Well. I was the only one enjoying myself.
He had savored overwhelming physical and mental satisfaction while roughly violating the virgin Yu Seoyeon. She, on the other hand, had spent the entire time howling in pain, weeping, and screaming. For Jung Hoyoung, this was his first sex since entering the novel Hunter Kim Woobin's Harem Chronicles — and the most satisfying moment he had experienced. For Yu Seoyeon, it had been a first experience of nothing but pain. Painful enough that she might well have come out of it hating men, or carrying a deep aversion to sex.
But. It doesn't matter.
Whether she suffered, whether she hated men, whether she never wanted to have sex again — none of it mattered. Yu Seoyeon was a sex slave. Whenever and wherever Jung Hoyoung wanted, she would suck his cock and spread her pussy.
A faint guilt flickered through him. But I don't think I could control this anyway. The mind and body of the villain Jung Hoyoung rebelled all the more fiercely the harder he tried to suppress his desires. Better to let it out like this than to force it down and have some disaster explode later. He couldn't hold it in anyway. Even if he somehow managed to suppress it, a stronger desire would just burst out and he would treat Yu Seoyeon even more roughly, even more violently.
And most importantly — Yu Seoyeon was the only person he could unleash his condensed, dark desires on without consequence. The desires of the man who had merged with the villain Jung Hoyoung. Better this than holding it in, only to have it erupt somewhere it shouldn't and spiral completely out of control.
In return — if you could call it that — he intended to compensate her accordingly.
The reason Yu Seoyeon had become Jung Hoyoung's sex slave was money. So? Just throw a mountain of money at her and be done with it.
Yu Seoyeon had become a fully realized A-class hunter at the young age of twenty-six, thanks to her exceptional talent. And then her growth had stopped. The limits of her talent, and the fact that she'd become the villain Jung Hoyoung's secretary. Her natural gifts had already hit their ceiling. As his secretary, she had to be on standby twenty-four hours a day, leaving her no time to train. And since he had already given her everything he was going to give, there had been no additional material support.
Besides, he already had her bound with massive debt. There had been no reason to pour even more enormous sums into her growth. She was his secretary and bodyguard, yes — but her real position was as the sex slave who relieved Jung Hoyoung's lust. And for a sex slave, A-class hunter-level combat power was already more than enough.
On top of that, a huge sum was already being paid out every month for her younger sister Yoo Suyeon's medical treatment. If I don't take an interest, he wouldn't even think about paying extra compensation. He wouldn't see the need.
And besides. It does appear, doesn't it. The cure that could completely heal the incurable disease afflicting Yu Seoyeon's younger sister, Yoo Suyeon. It was a dungeon-made item of extraordinary rarity, and therefore astronomically expensive. But I've got more money than I know what to do with. If Jung Hoyoung wanted it, he could buy it easily.
The villain Jung Hoyoung had deliberately pretended not to know. Because if Yoo Suyeon's incurable illness were cured... Yu Seoyeon might leave him. That fear. So he had arranged for the cure to fall into someone else's hands.
What a pathetic bastard.
Even if her sister's illness were cured, the debt had already piled up into a mountain. How was Yu Seoyeon supposed to leave Jung Hoyoung's side? The money she had borrowed was, unambiguously, a private loan. And in this world, the legal maximum interest rate is high. A full forty-five percent. Compound interest, at that.
Interest on interest, swelling in real time even now. The amount of debt was such that even if Yu Seoyeon somehow experienced miracle after miracle and became an SSS-class hunter — the highest rank currently in existence — she'd never be able to pay it off by working as a hunter.
If a foreign government tried to naturalize her as a national asset, or if the owner of a massive corporation stepped in, it wasn't entirely impossible. But unless those people were insane, they wouldn't spend that kind of money just to acquire a single SSS-class hunter. Especially not when it meant making an enemy of the sole heir of the Woosung Group.
And besides, I can always just increase the debt. There were countless ways to pile more debt onto Yu Seoyeon.
On top of that. Yu Seoyeon is someone who understands gratitude. She hadn't volunteered to be Jung Hoyoung's sex slave purely for the money. She had become her benefactor's sex slave to repay even a fraction of the kindness she had received.
If the villain Jung Hoyoung had used his wealth to cure Yoo Suyeon's incurable disease... Yu Seoyeon would have offered him absolute, unchanging loyalty.