Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon
Just how the hell was this body put together?
One load in bed that morning. Four more in the car. Five in total. And yet—
I think it's getting hard again.
Jung Hoyoung's cock still hadn't lost its vigor. No ache, no soreness, no pain of any kind. His balls seemed to be manufacturing semen in real time — it just kept coming, thick and plentiful.
It's not like it had no effect.
He looked at Yu Seoyeon, who was touching up her makeup with a perfectly blank expression. A pulse of sensation ran through his cock. But—
It's bearable.
It wasn't like before. He didn't feel that desperate, maddening urge to make Yu Seoyeon's face twist and howl in pain. His cock wasn't swelling as if it would burst, and the lust wasn't climbing so high that he would lose his mind if he didn't deal with it immediately.
Small mercies. That meant the odds of him causing an incident when he met the heroines had gone down. This goddamn body. Five loads drained, and all it did was lower the probability. Maybe ten would put me in the safe zone?
But there was no time. He had class to attend.
Class on the first day of the entrance ceremony? Should I just skip? He wanted to. Let's go. He needed to memorize the faces of the protagonist and the heroines, at least. Skipping whenever I feel like it would be dangerous. There was no telling when an Opportunity might appear for the protagonist.
Nothing special happens on entrance ceremony day besides the incidents I caused. Groping the thighs of Seo Surin — top student of the hunter department — getting slapped across the face, and throwing a screaming tantrum. Sexually harassing another heroine in the lecture hall and making an enemy of the protagonist, Kim Woobin. Those were the incidents of entrance ceremony day.
"Open the door."
The moment the words left Jung Hoyoung's mouth, Yu Seoyeon pressed the intercom in the back seat and relayed the order to the driver.
"He says to open the door."
A click, and a moment later the chauffeur opened the car door. Jung Hoyoung stepped out with a long exhale, and Yu Seoyeon followed behind him with that same blank expression.
She's something else.
Jung Hoyoung watched her with genuine interest — the way she fell into step behind him as if nothing at all had happened, her face as expressionless as it had been before they ever got in the car. Her poker face was rock-solid.
And in that instant, the image of Yu Seoyeon flashed through his mind: eyes bloodshot and streaming with tears, gagging and choking as she sucked his cock.
His cock twitched.
Fuck.
It started swelling again. He wanted to drag her back into the car right then and shove it into her mouth. He wanted to slam his hips forward and bury himself down her throat.
No — more honestly, he didn't want her mouth. He wanted to ram his cock into Yu Seoyeon's virgin pussy. He wanted to tear through her hymen with that massive thing, wanted to watch her scream in agony as red blood dripped from her cunt, wanted to maul those huge tits until they burst in his hands and pound her without a shred of mercy.
Good thoughts. Good thoughts.
Jung Hoyoung forcibly erased the images from his mind. He focused instead on reviewing what events were coming and planning what he needed to do. Fortunately, his cock settled down again.
Guess those five loads weren't for nothing. The problem was that five loads only got him this far. Let's just go look at some faces first.
Hunter Kim Woobin's Harem Life was only a novel, after all. All Jung Hoyoung knew were names and physical descriptions. He'd have to see them in person to know what they actually looked like.
Urgh—
Yu Seoyeon followed Jung Hoyoung with a blank face, forcing down the gag that rose in her throat. I feel sick. Her stomach felt packed full of semen. The taste of it still coated her mouth, and thick, sticky clumps that hadn't gone down yet clung to the walls of her throat. The smell of cum rising from her mouth and throat hit her nose and made her stomach lurch all over again.
I'm going to throw up.
She had swallowed five loads of semen. And not just any semen — thick, jelly-like ropes of it, and a staggering amount. On top of that, her throat, which had been rammed by that massive cock, stung with every breath. Swallowing saliva felt like swallowing fire. Her jaw, stretched to its limit, was still numb and tingling. Her lips and tongue, which hadn't stopped moving, throbbed as if they were going numb.
It wasn't just her throat, jaw, lips, and tongue that hurt. A raw, burning ache radiated from her breasts, where Jung Hoyoung had mauled them with his hands. While he'd been thrusting into her throat, he had grabbed fistfuls of her red hair and pumped her head up and down, or locked her in place and slammed his hips, or shoved her head down to bury himself as deep as he could go. Her red hair had served as a convenient handle throughout, and now her scalp throbbed. She'd probably lost a fair amount of hair.
It's not bad enough to need a healer.
Yu Seoyeon was an A-class hunter — an assassin type, so her constitution was on the weaker side, but she was still A-class. Thanks to Jung Hoyoung, she had been generously supplied with elixirs and items, and her natural regeneration was quite high. Injuries this light would heal on their own in a few hours.
An A-class assassin hunter taking physical damage from a D-class hunter. A mage, no less.
In a normal fight, it would have been impossible. But this wasn't a fight. She could snap his neck or pierce his heart with a single gesture. And yet she had sucked the cock of that frail man — and not just sucked it, but taken it forced down her throat.
It's fine. I'm a slave.
A sex slave, to be used for processing his lust.
Without Jung Hoyoung, she never would have become an A-class hunter. She almost certainly would have died bouncing from dungeon to dungeon without any proper training. She might have been raped and killed by other hunters or monsters. Jung Hoyoung was the one who had saved her from that wretched fate. And the only reason her little sister Yoo Suyeon — her only remaining blood — was still alive was Jung Hoyoung's mercy.
I have to repay the kindness I've received.
The kindness of turning an F-class hunter into an A-class. The kindness of saving her sister Yoo Suyeon's life. She was still receiving that kindness even now. The hospital bills required to keep her terminally ill sister alive were a fortune even an A-class hunter like Yu Seoyeon couldn't cover. If Jung Hoyoung's mercy stopped, her sister would die.
And then there was the money she had borrowed to become an A-class hunter. The money she had borrowed for her sister's treatment. The principal alone was staggering, and what Yu Seoyeon had used was, without question, a loan shark's money. Compound interest, of course. Interest piled on interest until it had ballooned into a debt of unimaginable size.
That monstrous debt had her freedom in a stranglehold. And it was still growing, in real time, even now. Yu Seoyeon could work her entire life and never pay it off.
As long as I'm the only one who has to be sacrificed.
Yesterday evening, on the eve of her first meeting with Jung Hoyoung — the man who would become her master — she had received her first order via text message the moment she arrived at work that morning: suck his cock while he slept. For Yu Seoyeon, a pure virgin who had never even been kissed, it was a rather obscene command, and she had been more than a little shaken. But it was fine.
I was prepared for this.
Even though her throat had been used like a fleshlight. Even though she had swallowed five thick loads of semen. Even though he had mauled and toyed with breasts that no man had ever touched.
It's fine.
She was fine. As long as she could repay the kindness she had received — as long as Jung Hoyoung was satisfied with her body and kept giving her money — she could save her little sister.
What she truly feared was being discarded by Jung Hoyoung. What if he grew tired of her body? What if he found a more satisfying sex slave and threw her away?
It would be over.
She didn't care if she died. But she could not let her only remaining blood — her little sister — die with her.
I'll endure it.
Even if Jung Hoyoung grew bored and discarded her… she would lick his toes if that's what it took to stay by his side.
Which was why. He came five times. Jung Hoyoung had rammed his cock down her throat and ejaculated five times. That means he likes it, right?
She could breathe a little easier. She had been worried that licking his cock with her tongue hadn't been enough to satisfy him. Fortunately, burying himself in her throat seemed to have been reasonably satisfying. That's why he came five times.
It was a relief. A genuine relief. That her throat could satisfy Jung Hoyoung's lust. But the problem was that this wasn't the end.
What if he isn't satisfied with my pussy?
Her throat had passed. Judging by how eagerly he'd groped them, her breasts seemed to have met with some approval as well. But her pussy was still untested.
I've been practicing hard. She had trained her pussy to clench so that Jung Hoyoung would be satisfied. She could only hope it had been enough. If my pussy isn't enough, I'll just have to beg him to keep using my throat.
Or — it might be a little filthy, a little repulsive to think about — but she would clean herself out thoroughly with an enema and beg him to use her ass, even just once. Even if her pussy's tightness didn't impress him, maybe her ass would. Yu Seoyeon was a thoroughly prepared woman. She hadn't just practiced clenching her pussy. She had trained her anus as well.
I practiced sucking cock so hard, too. But maybe it hadn't been enough, because Jung Hoyoung hadn't been satisfied.