The Saintess-to-Be, Seong Hayan (7)
"Now all that's left is exposing your true nature to Woobin."
At Jung Hoyoung's words, Seong Hayan—who had been slumped on the bathroom floor with half-lidded eyes—jerked her head up.
"Please don't do that."
"Why should I do you any favors? You tried to frame me as a rapist."
"Th-that's..."
"If I hadn't had this video, I'd have become a sex offender just like you planned. I'd have had to drop out of university. Eating prison slop wouldn't even have been the worst of it—I'd never have set foot in the hunter industry again."
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Seong Hayan prostrated herself flat against the filthy bathroom floor.
"You know Woobin doesn't even consider women who file false rape accusations to be human beings, right?"
Jung Hoyoung's words were the truth. Kim Woobin possessed a pure and righteous nature. Naturally, he hated criminals.
"Theft, voyeurism, sexual assault, bribery, blackmail, and then a false rape accusation on top of it all. You've piled up every single thing Woobin doesn't just dislike—he loathes and despises."
"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I won't even ask you to forgive me. Just please don't tell Woobin. I'm begging you. Hngh...!"
Seong Hayan crawled across the filthy bathroom floor on her hands and knees and groveled before Jung Hoyoung.
"How am I supposed to trust you? You groveled just like this a minute ago and then stabbed me in the back."
"This time I mean it! Hic! You have all the evidence anyway! I'll do whatever you tell me to! So please, just keep this a secret from Woobin! From Woobin! Hngh! Please don't let him find out what a piece of trash I am!"
Jung Hoyoung lifted his foot and planted it on top of Seong Hayan's head.
"You'll really do anything?"
"Y-yes! Just give me an order! I can do anything!"
Even with a filthy shoe pressed down on her head, Seong Hayan's demeanor remained perfectly deferential.
"Then lick it."
"W-what?"
"Lick the sole of my shoe. What? You don't want to?"
"N-no. I'll... I'll lick it."
The sole of Jung Hoyoung's shoe was caked with dirt and dust, having been treading the bathroom floor only moments before. Seong Hayan licked it with painstaking, devoted care—lap after wet, earnest lap.
"Hahahaha! I can't believe you actually licked it!"
Jung Hoyoung burst into roaring laughter.
"Y-you told me to..."
Seong Hayan muttered, her face flushed crimson.
"Good. Looks like you're ready."
"Yeah. I'm ready. I've made up my mind."
"Alright. Then I won't say a word to Kim Woobin. Or to anyone else, for that matter."
"Th-thank you. Thank you so much."
Seong Hayan bowed her head, tears streaming down her face.
"In exchange, you're going to become my slave."
"S-slave?"
"That's right. You said it yourself. You'll do whatever I tell you, didn't you? That's what a slave is. What, you don't like it?"
"N-no! I like it! I'll be your slave. Thank you so much for letting me be your slave!"
Seong Hayan flattened herself against the floor.
"Get up."
At Jung Hoyoung's command, Seong Hayan rose to her feet.
"Go back in."
"Wh-where?"
"Honorifics."
At Jung Hoyoung's correction, she tried again.
"Where... sir?"
"Add 'Master' at the end of every sentence."
"Where, Master?"
"The stall you were masturbating in."
"Th-that's..."
"Not going in? Then don't."
"N-no. I'll go in, Master."
Seong Hayan stepped into the bathroom stall where she had been touching herself.
"Strip."
At Jung Hoyoung's command, Seong Hayan's body went rigid as stone.
"Hah. Ignoring me again."
"I-I'll strip, Master."
With trembling hands, Seong Hayan unbuttoned her shirt. When it came off, her ample breasts, still encased in her bra, were laid bare. Next came the skirt. As it slid to the floor, her panties—stained dark with her own juices—and her bare thighs came into view.
"Why the hesitation? Ah, is the floor too dirty? You can leave the socks and shoes on."
At Jung Hoyoung's prompting, Seong Hayan unhooked her bra with violently trembling fingers. In that instant, a pair of breasts far too large for her petite frame spilled free. They were enormous, yet so firm and elastic they didn't sag in the slightest. At their peaks, pink nipples stood stiffly erect.
"Pretty."
Jung Hoyoung reached out and took Seong Hayan's breasts in his hands, kneading them like dough, squeezing and working the soft flesh without a shred of gentleness.
"Hngh...!"
Seong Hayan began to weep again, tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you just standing there? The bottom comes off too."
At Jung Hoyoung's words, Seong Hayan slowly pulled down her panties with trembling hands. As the fabric slid away, her neat little slit came into view. It was completely hairless. Not a single strand.
"Did you shave?"
"N-no. It's always been like this."
"Ah, a natural bare pussy. But why aren't you calling me Master?"
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Sit on the toilet like you were when you were masturbating and spread your pussy."
At Jung Hoyoung's instruction, Seong Hayan faltered.
"M-Master, that's..."
"Wow. You said you'd do anything, but you throw a fit every single time."
"Hic! I'll obey any other order. So please, just don't make me do that. Hic! Please let me off just this once. I'll do anything else. So please. Hngh...!"
"You said you'd do anything. Why are there so many things you won't do?"
"I-I'll use my mouth, Master. You can grab my head and use it like a fleshlight. If you ram it down my throat, it'll feel way better than some loose, used-up cunt. Or I'll go give myself an enema, so please put it in my ass. A perverted slut like me has a pussy that's too loose and sloppy to feel good. So please use my tight little asshole that nobody's ever touched."
Seong Hayan opened her mouth wide in an ahh, exposing the back of her throat.
She'll pull every filthy trick in the book just to protect that virginity.
She was a pervert who masturbated in the men's bathroom, but Seong Hayan was a virgin. She had never been with a man. Even her masturbation had amounted to nothing more than rubbing her pussy and clit. She had never put anything inside herself—not even a finger.
The reason she had never inserted anything into her pussy, even while touching herself, was obvious: she was protecting her hymen. Seong Hayan had wanted to prove her purity to Kim Woobin. She didn't know when it would happen, but when she and Kim Woobin finally became one, she wanted his cock to be the thing that tore through her hymen.
Her first time with her first love. The virgin blood that would prove her innocence in that moment. Seong Hayan was prepared to do anything to protect that virginity. That was why she spread her mouth wide and begged him to fuck her throat. Why she asked for anal sex that would bring nothing but pain. Why she slandered her own untouched virgin pussy as a used-up slut's cunt.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Defiling Seong Hayan's mouth and ass while she kept her virginity? That could be entertaining in its own way. A slave whose pussy was still virgin, but whose mouth and ass were already whores. A slave who willingly degraded herself and performed every filthy act imaginable just to protect her virgin pussy. A slave who would have a cock rammed down her throat and up her ass, forcing herself to endure the pain while she pretended to enjoy it.
It's definitely not a bad arrangement...
Jung Hoyoung knew exactly what kind of woman Seong Hayan was. Better than anyone alive.
If I let her keep that virgin pussy today, she'll definitely go running to Kim Woobin.
And she would find some way—any way—to offer it to him. She might pretend to be drunk and try to crawl into Kim Woobin's bed. She might just go completely insane and say it outright: Pop my cherry. I'll take your virginity. Or she might throw herself at him naked.
Kim Woobin's dense, clueless, a premarital-purity nutjob, and basically a eunuch, but...
If a woman he liked—and a beauty like Seong Hayan, no less—came at him with her body that openly... he was still a man.
He might give in.
In the novel, the heroines had never thrown themselves at him naked. The original had been aiming for an all-ages rating before the platform slapped it with a 15+ designation. But this was no longer a novel. This was reality. And Seong Hayan, backed into a corner by the variable named Jung Hoyoung...
Nobody knows what she might do.
Which meant he had to take Seong Hayan's virginity right here, right now. Only then would she give up on Kim Woobin completely. Only then would she resign herself, convinced that a body this defiled could never receive Kim Woobin's love.
"Sit on the toilet and spread your pussy."
At Jung Hoyoung's words, Seong Hayan—who had been holding her mouth open in an ahh—tried again.
"My used-up pussy is so loose and sloppy that Master wouldn't be satis—"
"I'll use it and decide that for myself. Spread your pussy."
At Jung Hoyoung's words, Seong Hayan frantically worked her brain, then offered something else.
"Shall I use my breasts? Please use my titty-pussy, Master! I'm sure it'll feel amazing."
She cupped her breasts in both hands and pushed them forward.
"Shut your mouth. And choose."
"What?"
"You can stay by Kim Woobin's side as a childhood friend. Or you can become a criminal, receive his hatred and disgust, and be cut off from him forever."
"Hngh...!"
The lewd expression Seong Hayan had been wearing as she tried to seduce Jung Hoyoung twisted into something wretched.
"If you choose the first option, you can stay friends with Kim Woobin just like now. If you choose the second, you'll never see him again. The name Seong Hayan will live in Kim Woobin's mind forever as a filthy, repulsive criminal he can't even stand to think about."
As if she could picture Jung Hoyoung's words becoming reality, Seong Hayan's face went deathly pale, and scalding tears streamed from her eyes once more.
"I-I'll spread it. Hngh! I'll spread my pussy. Hngh...! So please, let me stay by Woobin's side even if it's just as a friend. Hic, hic, hic!"
Seong Hayan sat on the toilet, spread her legs wide to either side, and with trembling hands pulled her virgin pussy open.