Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon (4)
The first day's classes ended without incident.
If things had unfolded the way they did in the novel, all kinds of events would have gone off today.
The villain Jung Hoyoung running wild like a dog in heat. The heroine Seo Surin crossing paths with the protagonist Kim Woobin. Seong Hayan's love for him deepening even further. And, as a bonus, today was supposed to mark the beginning of the long, bitter feud between Kim Woobin and Jung Hoyoung.
And yet...
Nothing happened.
The villain Jung Hoyoung hadn't caused any trouble, so of course nothing had. And who deserved the most credit for that?
Yu Seoyeon, diligently sucking his cock. Wet, hungry sounds filled the space beneath the desk — slurps and sucks and the soft, greedy press of lips — as she worked him with single-minded devotion.
Thanks to her, he'd gotten a real measure of the uncontrollable lust and desire the original Jung Hoyoung had been saddled with.
And I'd managed to keep it in check. More or less.
The hunger had been suppressed, but the libido itself was still there — and Jung Hoyoung had decided to be honest about what he wanted.
There's no reason to sit on it.
Even so, he hadn't expected Yu Seoyeon to go so far as activating her stealth skill just to suck him off inside a lecture hall.
"Deeper."
At Jung Hoyoung's command, she drove his cock down her throat to the root. She gagged, choked, coughed — and still she pumped her head at a frantic pace, squeezing him with the tight, convulsing heat of her throat.
He came hard, a thick, satisfying rush of semen flooding her mouth. Yu Seoyeon kept her throat clenched around him, milking his orgasm with practiced, unshaking control.
Afterward she cleaned him with the same unhurried competence — throat, tongue, and lips working in concert, licking and sucking every last trace from his cock. Then she swallowed what remained in her mouth with two smooth gulps and let out a quiet breath.
That morning she had still been clumsy enough that anyone looking would have sworn she was a virgin. And now?
The soft, knowing play of her tongue. The firm, rhythmic pressure of her lips. And that throat — warm and tight, clamping down on him with a skill that had no business belonging to a beginner. The tongue and lips he could almost accept. But the way she wrung him out with her throat?
Even a worn-out whore wouldn't have been able to match her.
"That's enough."
At his word, Yu Seoyeon set about putting him back together. She wiped his cock clean with a wet tissue, tucked him into his underwear with deft, practiced hands, zipped him up, and fastened his belt.
"Time to head home."
Jung Hoyoung left the lecture hall as he said it. Yu Seoyeon followed behind him, still stealthed, and only dropped the skill once they were outside the building, stepping into view at his side.
"You've arrived, sir."
The chauffeur bowed with crisp formality and opened the car door. Jung Hoyoung dropped into the back seat.
"We'll be heading to the Young Master's residence."
Yu Seoyeon had climbed in after him and addressed the driver.
"Departing now."
The car pulled away in silence. A partition rose between the front and rear rows, sealing them off.
"Gather everything you can on Kim Woobin, Seong Hayan, Seo Surin, Lee Seol, and Kwon Sojeong, and get it to me as fast as possible. Prioritize Kim Woobin and Seong Hayan."
"Yes, understood."
Yu Seoyeon lifted her phone and relayed the order to the secretarial office at once.
The Jung Hoyoung in the novel hated the idea of anything getting back to his father, so he barely used his dedicated secretarial staff.
Jung Hoyoung had a full team of highly capable personal secretaries at his disposal. Yu Seoyeon was only one employee among them.
In the novel he doesn't start using them until much later. I don't have any reason to wait.
The original Jung Hoyoung had also been too much of an idiot to realize that his father was a complete son-fool. He'd been afraid of Chairman Jung Junggoo.
He spent the whole time terrified he'd get kicked out of the line of succession for failing to prove himself.
Chairman Jung Junggoo had never had the slightest intention of doing any such thing. He'd simply wanted his son to get his head on straight and grow a little — and telling him to prove his worth had been nothing more than that.
The same way he said he'd give me Yu Seoyeon as a gift if I proved myself. He ended up handing her over anyway, proof or no proof.
Everyone around them knew how much Chairman Jung Junggoo doted on his son. The only person who hadn't known was Jung Hoyoung himself — and that was exactly why he'd gone so far off the rails.
I won't be making that mistake.
Why wouldn't he use a card that was sitting right there in his hand, ready to play?
The Jung Hoyoung in the novel had been like a Demon King who kept sending small fry after the hero just to level him up — a walking condiment whose only real function was to keep making the protagonist Kim Woobin stronger.
He was going to be different.
"Who on the secretarial staff has the best stealth ability?"
"Among the secretarial staff, I am the most skilled."
"That so?"
"Yes."
"Then from now on, whenever we're at the university, keep Seong Hayan under constant surveillance."
"That would leave the Young Master's security compromised. It would also make it difficult to carry out my duties regarding your sexual needs."
Yu Seoyeon's face didn't change as she said it.
"Then who's the second best?"
"There is Kim Sehui, a B-class hunter."
"Is she a woman?"
"Yes."
"Then give the order. Whenever Seong Hayan is at the university, she's to be watched at all times. And if anyone sees her going into the men's restroom, they contact me immediately."
"The men's restroom, sir?"
Yu Seoyeon looked faintly puzzled.
"That's right."
"Understood."
She answered with perfect deference. It was an order she didn't understand — but Jung Hoyoung had given it, and that meant she would carry it out.
She's one of the heroines who single-handedly got a novel with no sex and no fondling slapped with a 15+ rating. Seong Hayan's fetish is a pretty unique one.
The heroine Seong Hayan had a habit of licking and sucking on things Kim Woobin had used, masturbating with them — even rubbing them against her pussy. And she did it while looking at photos or videos of him.
At least she doesn't put them inside. Small mercies.
She was holding out so she could give her virgin pussy to Kim Woobin and no one else. And the thing that got her the most worked up of all?
The bathroom Kim Woobin used.
The men's restroom wasn't used by Kim Woobin alone, of course. Other men used it too.
That's why she never went so far as licking the urinals or the toilet seats. But if it had been something only Kim Woobin had used? She might well have licked the porcelain while she touched herself.
Seong Hayan regularly masturbated in the university men's restroom, on the very toilet Kim Woobin had used. That was in the novel.
In the story, Kim Woobin catches her at it on the tenth day after the entrance ceremony.
The shock is so total she feels the urge to kill herself. But then —
The protagonist Kim Woobin understands everything and confesses his feelings.
After that, having realized they love each other, Kim Woobin and Seong Hayan confess and become a couple.
That eunuch bastard. If it had been me, I'd have fucked her on the spot. Premarital purity, my ass.
You find a girl masturbating to the thought of having sex with you, and the correct move is to give her what she wants, isn't it? And instead he doesn't even go for a handjob. No fondling, no kissing — they just become a couple and that's the end of it?
The limits of a 15-rated novel, I guess.
Honestly, if you only looked at the protagonist's limp-dicked behavior, the whole thing could have been all-ages without a problem. The issue was how graphically the heroines' fetishes had been written.
The important part is this: Seong Hayan is convinced that if Kim Woobin ever finds out about her fetish, he'll despise her — and even their friendship will be over.
That was why the suicide impulse hit her so hard. If the story played out the way it did in the novel, Kim Woobin would understand her fetish, they'd start dating, and he'd even start supplying her with his used belongings as fuel.
But what happens if I'm the one who catches her? And I get it on video?
What Seong Hayan feared most in the world was being hated or despised by Kim Woobin. Why? Because then the childhood-friend relationship might break. And without the excuse of friendship — without the cover of camaraderie — she wouldn't be able to stay by Kim Woobin's side.
If he used that properly...
I can take Seong Hayan's virgin pussy without much trouble at all.
Losing her virginity would scare her far less than being despised and hated by Kim Woobin.
"Young Master. We have arrived at the residence."
"Let's get out."
At Jung Hoyoung's word, Yu Seoyeon relayed the instruction to the chauffeur through the intercom. The driver opened the door with the same formal courtesy as before.
There's a hunter-exclusive personal training ground on the first basement floor.
He intended to head down there and start raising his stats.
For fuck's sake. They couldn't have just let people get stronger the easy way.
In The Harem Chronicles of Hunter Kim Woobin, there was no leveling system. No skill books, either. If you trained hard, your stats — Strength, Agility, Constitution — went up.
Create a skill, or keep using mana consistently, and your Mana stat rises. Hunting monsters in a dungeon works the same way. You grow through real combat, or by hitting your own limits, and the stats follow. Skills work on the same principle.
It was a thoroughly miserable piece of worldbuilding. How convenient would it have been if you could just kill monsters, level up, and allocate points?
I could have thrown Yu Seoyeon and the secretarial staff at it and power-leveled in the back of the bus.
Same with skills. If skill books existed, he could have just bought the good ones and learned them on the spot.
In The Harem Chronicles of Hunter Kim Woobin, that was impossible. Raising stats required one thing and one thing only: effort and talent. Creating skills required the same — effort and talent.
And this guy's supposed to be a mage class with not a single skill to his name.
Jung Hoyoung had chosen the mage class because he hadn't wanted to move his body. Mages didn't need to grind through brutal physical training.
Not that I have nothing at all.
Even a mage or a healer needed a baseline of Strength and Constitution to move through a dungeon without being a liability. And more than that —
Talent matters most for mages and healers.
Warrior types could raise Strength, Agility, and Constitution to a decent level through sheer effort, one way or another. You needed a certain amount of Mana to break into B-class or higher, but you could get as far as C-class on physical grit alone.
If you had no talent, you might have to kill yourself training for decades — but you could get there. Mages and healers, on the other hand?
No talent, and you're finished.
On the surface it looked easier — just raise the one Mana stat and you're done. In practice, Mana was far harder to raise than any other stat, and it was influenced by innate talent more heavily than the rest.
If you had money, you could push Mana up to a point with elixirs.
Like the original Jung Hoyoung.
No effort, no talent — and he'd still hit a Mana stat of 35, hadn't he?
The problem is that it cost hundreds of billions of won to get there.
The other problem was that after swallowing elixirs on that scale, his Strength, Agility, and Constitution were still loafing around in the tens — and his Mana was a measly 35.
I have to train. If I don't have the talent, then I make up for it with work. That's how I get stronger.
The Jung Hoyoung in the novel never lifted a finger until the very end.
I'm not him.
He was going to train. He was going to get stronger.
"The personal training ground — can I use it right now?"
"Yes? Ah — yes. Of course."
Yu Seoyeon, caught off guard for a moment, recovered and answered with her usual deference.
"Then let's go to the training ground."
"Understood."
Yu Seoyeon led Jung Hoyoung down to the personal training ground on the first basement floor.