Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon (3)
Alright. I can actually think straight now.
With his lust being handled in real time, the hunger had finally begun to settle. That meant he could take a proper look at the heroines.
Seong Hayan.
Childhood friend of the original protagonist, Kim Woobin. The woman destined to become the world's greatest healer — the one they would one day call the Saintess.
And also the one heroine Kim Woobin never needed to conquer in the first place.
Seong Hayan had already been secretly in love with him for over ten years.
What the fuck? How does that even make sense?
Jung Hoyoung's gaze found the novel's protagonist. Kim Woobin stood maybe a hundred and sixty centimeters tall, his face a battlefield of acne, his features ugly and his build all wrong. The classic type: oversized head, no neck to speak of, a long torso, and a gut that hung over his waist. His legs, by comparison, were so stunted they looked like they belonged to a different species.
The textbook otaku loser who crawled out of a thousand novels and comics. Glasses. Acne. Fatass. That was the current Kim Woobin.
And Seong Hayan? A hundred and fifty-seven centimeters. A face as white as first snow, enormous dark eyes, and hair that shimmered like poured silver. She had the slender build of a girl who barely ate, a cinched waist and limbs like porcelain, and though she was on the short side, her proportions were devastating. And then there were the breasts — an F-cup so enormous they had no business existing on a frame that small and delicate.
By any honest measure, Kim Woobin looked like a four-eyed, acne-riddled, fat otaku reject. Seong Hayan, on the other hand, had the kind of innocent face that punched a man straight in the protective instinct, eyes so clear they looked like they'd never held an ugly thought, a petite height wrapped around a body with ratios that shouldn't have been legal, and a chest so large you could see it jutting past her ribs even from behind.
So why? How does a woman that talented, that beautiful, that well-built, and that genuinely kind spend more than ten years pining after a four-eyed acne pig?
Even if love was blind, that was taking it past the point of parody.
Fucking protagonist buff.
Now he understood why the original villain Jung Hoyoung had openly dismissed Kim Woobin and hit on Seong Hayan with zero subtlety. That exact behavior was what drove the two of them together. Woobin would step up to protect her, and Hayan would fall for him all over again watching him stand toe-to-toe with a conglomerate heir for her sake. Hating the villain who treated Woobin like garbage was the most obvious cliché in the book.
I can't give her away. She's too good for that.
The reason the original villain had gone after Seong Hayan made visceral, aching sense now. From somewhere deep in his chest, a desire to ruin her came clawing up. He wanted to twist that pure face with pain. He wanted to ram his cock into her mouth. He wanted to grab those enormous breasts and squeeze until his fingers sank in. He wanted to flip up her skirt, hook her panties aside, and bury himself in her virgin pussy. He wanted to snap his hips and violate that innocent face and that innocent body until there was nothing innocent left.
His hand drifted down of its own accord. He caught Yu Seoyeon by the head — her hair still wreathed in crimson mana — and fisted a handful of that red silk like a handle.
Then he used it. He yanked her skull back and forth and drove his cock down her throat to the root.
"Ghk—! Ghk! Cough—! Gaaahk! Ghk! Ghk!"
Yu Seoyeon was suffering. He did not care. Venting the lust that had just detonated inside him mattered more. He slammed into her throat without pause, without mercy, without rhythm that had anything to do with her comfort.
When the orgasm surged up, he buried himself to the hilt and held her there.
And came. Long, hard, and deep.
"Nngh—! Slurp— mmph… haah… nngh— suck, slurp—"
Yu Seoyeon cleaned him with everything she had — throat, tongue, lips — working over every inch.
Then she swallowed. Once. Twice. A wet gasp as she came up for air.
"Keep sucking. Don't stop until I tell you to."
"Yes, Young Master."
Her eyes were bloodshot and swimming with tears. She put her mouth back on him anyway.
"Hauum— hah… slurp, suck— nngh— mmph—!"
She's getting better fast.
Compared to the first time, the way she used her tongue and lips to work him had improved by a wide margin. It still wasn't enough.
"Khhhk—! Uurk—! Gaaahk—! Cough—! Nngh— mmph— mmph— uurrrk—!"
She must have known it too. She forced him down her throat again and started moving her head, taking him deeper than her body wanted to allow.
I almost feel bad.
Jung Hoyoung looked down at her — bloodshot eyes, tears tracking steadily down her cheeks, his cock buried in her throat to the base. A blowjob, a face-fuck — both of them existed for one reason, and it wasn't the woman's pleasure. They were acts designed to service a man's lust and nothing else.
For a woman, it's nothing but pain.
Unless she was a masochist who got off on being abused, or happened to have an erogenous zone in her throat, there was no version of this that gave a woman any sexual satisfaction. At best, most of them did it for the psychological payoff — watching a man's face go slack with happiness, feeling him twitch and shudder from the pleasure they were giving him.
But Jung Hoyoung and Yu Seoyeon were not in love. He swung money like a weapon and used her as a sex slave. There was no world in which burying his cock in her throat gave her any kind of emotional reward.
This bastard Jung Hoyoung is a sadist. No question.
Watching her suffer sent a deep, ugly satisfaction rolling through him.
I'll just pay her a lot.
Yu Seoyeon was his. Now that she belonged to him, he had no intention of handing her to anyone else, and he had no intention of setting her free.
So what if I'm selfish.
He was the villain, wasn't he? And besides — if he wanted to think like a functional human being, he needed his lust under control first.
I want Seong Hayan.
Even with his cock in someone else's mouth, the desire to have Seong Hayan refused to die down. That deceptively pure face. The otherworldly silver hair. The proportions. Breasts so large they bordered on destructive. And on top of all of it, a one-track, all-or-nothing devotion that had lasted more than a decade.
He did not want Kim Woobin to have her. He did not want to watch the two of them become a couple and laugh together like some sickening romantic comedy.
If I want her, I take her. That's all there is to it.
He was the villain. So he would act like one.
And then — the moment he committed to that thought — the urge to grab Seong Hayan's breasts right now, to shove his cock into her virgin pussy right now…
It dropped.
No. More precisely, the desire itself hadn't dropped at all.
It calmed down?
The desire was still there, every bit as large as before. What had receded was the screaming need to act on it this second. The hunger that had been one heartbeat away from driving him insane had been pressed down into some deep, locked place in his chest.
This crazy bastard.
The villain Jung Hoyoung. This man had been born with no other fate available to him.
Did trying to suppress it just make it burn hotter?
The instant he decided he was going to satisfy the desire instead of fighting it, the desire itself had settled.
He understood it on instinct. This is a stopgap. Nothing more. If he failed to actually feed the hunger, everything he'd pressed down would come roaring back twice as violent.
So that was why the Jung Hoyoung in the novel had gone steadily, incrementally insane. He hadn't had a choice. The trajectory was baked into him.
Be honest with the desire.
The moment he made that decision, his mind went quiet and still.
I will make Seong Hayan mine. But I cannot move the way the original villain did.
That path was how you did all the work and handed the prize to someone else.
I need a different approach.
He wanted Seo Surin too. Lee Seol. Kwon Sojeong. All of them.
But the urgent one was Seong Hayan.
The other heroines hadn't been tangled up with the protagonist yet. Seo Surin was supposed to be the first — but that cliché had already died the moment he skipped the entrance ceremony.
Seong Hayan was different. Right now, she was the only heroine who already held genuine feelings for Kim Woobin.
Which meant she had to be stolen first.
Jung Hoyoung watched her with eyes full of naked greed.
There's a way.
He had read Hunter Kim Woobin's Harem Life more times than he could count. He knew a great deal about Seong Hayan. The original novel was a fifteen-plus story — the protagonist never got any, but the heroines all had distinctly unusual sexual proclivities, and of course there were conquest routes built around exploiting those proclivities.
The problem was that those routes were only easy for the protagonist.
Seong Hayan in particular was a special case. Her route was already finished the moment she appeared on the page. There was no conquest path. Kim Woobin simply stumbled into the knowledge that she had been in love with him for years, all because of a single incident — and then they became a couple almost immediately.
Unfortunately, that incident was not far off. In the novel, Seong Hayan was the first heroine conquered and Kim Woobin's original wife. The entire harem had only been possible because of how generous her heart was. She was the textbook first wife of a harem story: as long as he loved her first, she could accept any number of other women.
The two of them already had powerful feelings for each other. Kim Woobin might have been a eunuch in practice, but he wasn't actually impotent — he was just a man who believed in saving himself for marriage. There was no universe in which he felt nothing for a woman as beautiful, as well-built, as talented, and as devoted to him as Seong Hayan.
And yet more than ten years of being childhood friends had produced zero progress. Not a single step from friends toward something more.
Inferiority.
The current Kim Woobin was a bottom-rung F-class hunter. On top of that, he was a pint-sized, spectacularly ugly bastard. He had feelings for Seong Hayan. He loved her. But his looks and his ability had carved a deep inferiority complex into him, and he was convinced he didn't deserve her. He had talked himself into believing she was only kind to him because they were childhood friends.
And like every harem protagonist ever written, his ability to read a room was catastrophically bad.
When Hoyoung had read it as a novel, the scene where Kim Woobin and Seong Hayan finally confirmed their feelings and became a couple had been genuinely moving. Any reader could see they were in love with each other. The two of them were the only ones who couldn't.
Of course, he'd also been disappointed they never actually went anywhere after that. Not a single base.
Now that failure to progress was the best news he'd had all day.
I have to settle this within ten days.
Left alone, Seong Hayan would become Kim Woobin's girlfriend in ten days. Once they were a couple, there was no method — short of rape — that would put a one-track, all-or-nothing romantic like Seong Hayan in his hands.
And if he raped her, she would kill herself. A girl like Hayan would do it without hesitation.
A frontal assault is impossible.
Seong Hayan's heart was already full of Kim Woobin. That was the only reason a woman like her had spent ten years in love with a four-eyed acne pig.
The other heroines fell for the protagonist after his looks improved and his ability as a hunter climbed to something respectable. Not Hayan. Hayan had loved the loser version.
Rape was off the table. A slow, careful seduction was off the table. He couldn't see an easy answer — and unlike Kim Woobin, Jung Hoyoung was neither a eunuch nor a man who believed in saving himself for marriage.
Pure romance? Passionate love? Seong Hayan's feelings?
He could think about all of that after he'd taken her virginity.
I want her to spread her virgin pussy for me of her own will.
And while he was at it, he needed a safeguard against suicide.
A gentle method was impossible. Which left one option.
Blackmail. That's all that's left.
A wicked smile crept across the villain Jung Hoyoung's lips.