The Completed Semen Toilet (1)
“Haa… haa…”
The next morning, after I returned Yuuka to Haruka’s room.
Cha Seyeon stood there, her eyes heavily circled by dark shadows, breathing hard.
“Kim Sunghyun. You’ve finally mastered the wake-up schedule. From today, you’ll handle the entire second floor, not the first. Remember that.”
“Haam~ Oh, yes.”
Cha Seyeon let out a loud yawn that I found utterly distasteful, her eyes sweeping me up and down with a malicious gaze. Then, all of a sudden, she froze in shock.
“Huh… huh…”
?
Ah.
She’d seen my morning wood.
“Head Maid? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I deliberately pretended to misunderstand her strange behavior and pointed it out. Cha Seyeon jumped back in fright.
“N-no, it’s nothing…”
An instant, servile reply popped out.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the concentrated spot on my groin, instead reaching down to her lower abdomen as if possessed.
The way her hand trembled made it clear she was obediently obeying the no-masturbation order.
Impressive.
Soon I’d carve the truth of who “Master” was into that little room.
“Hmm? Why are you staring at me like that, Head Maid?”
“Hik! N-nothing! Just hurry up and grab the cleaning tools and go upstairs to the second floor already!!”
Embarrassed by her sloppy behavior, she yelled in panic before vanishing down the corridor.
The moment she rounded the corner, a DM window popped up right in front of me.
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: Master]
[(Unknown): What is it?]
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: Do you think we can meet again sometime…?]
Her body must be burning up. Cha Seyeon was so addicted to her perverted fantasies that daily life had become impossible. Having finally reached the end of the depraved play she’d craved her entire life, the pervert’s wall had pushed her straight into the realm of the abnormal.
[(Unknown): You can’t even last three days? What a pathetic cunt.]
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: Yes, Master… I’m a pathetic cunt. So could you just shorten it to one day? Please…]
Even after only one day of no masturbation, she was already suffering like a heat-crazed bitch in heat.
‘It’s because the routine got broken.’
Nightcaps. Alcoholics drink one cup every night before bed. At first they tell themselves it’s for better sleep, but at some point the excuse becomes habit, turning into a sacred routine you can’t—or mustn’t—break.
After years of pre-bed drinking, you end up unable to sleep without it. The addicted brain and body only crave more. The urge spills into mornings, lunches, and random times throughout the day.
Cha Seyeon was the exact picture of it now. Like a nightcap after a long day, visiting the bathroom to masturbate had become her unbreakable routine. Without that release, she probably hadn’t slept a wink.
Itchingly.
Her pussy was burning.
[(Unknown): Did you DM me just to spout bullshit at Master?]
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: N-no, it’s not like that, Master…]
[(Unknown): Oh? Making excuses now? I’ll extend it to a full week.]
When I first DM’d her, I’d threatened to report her, threatened to confiscate her pathetic 6.9 cm clitoris and stomp on it. Now the situation had completely reversed.
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m really sorry… I made a mistake… I won’t be so arrogant anymore…]
The sheer desperation was obvious in the avalanche of typos.
[(Unknown): Then write a reflection essay on what you did wrong before bed and post it on your hidden account. Include photos of your cunt and tits.]
Even forcing her to admit her flaws without any actual wrongdoing was part of the conditioning. The faster she internalized her own worthlessness, the quicker her mind would become that of a slave.
[ToiletBitchSeyeon: Y-yes…]
No more questions.
She must have realized that every word she argued only made the no-masturbation period longer.
Now I only had to wait two more days. Seyeon’s cunt would finally stop twitching.
“Once I fully convert Cha Seyeon into a sex slave… I could have her tease Yohee.”
I’d started looking for Yohee the moment I committed the murder—not the servants, but Seyeon. The two had seemed especially close. If I had Seyeon gently tease Yohee’s perverted desires until she created a hidden account no one else could access… cooking Yohee would become a piece of cake.
“Well, let’s get going.”
I grabbed some cleaning supplies from the supply room and headed up to the second floor, where Yohee was finishing up, and started cleaning the corridor.
Then I saw Yohee emerging from a room in the middle of the hallway.
“Oh? Wow! You’re all right? I thought you’d be half-broken by now!”
Clicking in her high heels, she approached. Even in a formal suit, her enormous breasts swayed up and down with every step.
“Hmm. Looks like I have eyes for people.”
Eyes for people? What the hell… She was looking at the stone thrown at her that didn’t kill her and claiming credit for surviving.
“Kim Sunghyun, right? I heard you were alive and ordered you to be in charge of the entire second floor from now on. Be grateful.”
“Yes, miss. Thank you.”
“You don’t know what it means to be in charge of the second floor?”
“Yes?”
“From now on, you’re also responsible for managing the raw materials storage. Idiot.”
Raw materials…?
Come to think of it, during that chaos in Yohee’s room last time, she’d definitely mentioned raw materials.
“What exactly are these raw materials?”
“Haa~ You have the nerve to ask me that with your eyes wide open. Your balls are huge. Well, that’s why I picked you.”
She crossed her arms and scanned me up and down like she was judging livestock before opening her mouth again.
“Clean that up and follow me. I’ll show you.”
!
This was an enormous opportunity.
The way she’d spoken about the raw materials sounded like something related to human experimentation. She was about to personally open the door to a massive secret that would topple not just Yohee but the entire Samjung Group?
I’d expose everything.
“Yes.”
.
.
.
“Aaaaaah!”
“Sniff… please send me home, sir…”
Men, women, children—every shade of humanity was crammed into prison-like iron cages, screaming in agony. Everyone wore loose garments resembling patient robes. And those weren’t ordinary hospital issue; they were straightjackets used in mental hospitals to stop self-harm.
“Release me! I don’t want to anymore! I can’t take it!!”
Bang bang!
The battlefield of hell.
Everyone was skeletal, especially their necks painted a deep purple from the needle marks.
I never imagined the Samjung mansion would have such a mad facility.
“How is it, Kim Sunghyun? Terrified? Your heart racing? Huh?”
A demonic smile on her face, Yohee spoke as if she was enjoying the sight.
This woman was a real monster.
A true psychopath who didn’t even flinch at the back alleys where murderers, arsonists, and rapists hid. Human trash with no hope of redemption.
I forced down the disgust rising in my chest and the rage at Yohee, keeping my voice perfectly calm.
“No. This facility must have been designed by you, miss. Impressive.”
“Kyahaha! You’re good at flattery too? I like it. But I did say I have eyes for people, didn’t I?”
Thud!
“Ghk…?”
Suddenly Yohee grabbed my neck, her expression twisted like a demon.
“I can see right through people like you who open their eyes wide like that. That lame sense of justice… that conscience. That thought you had when you played hero to save those rats last time, right? No? I hate insincere bitches like you the most.”
!
She was terrifyingly skilled at reading people’s emotions. The hallmark of high-functioning psychopaths.
Did the monster here see my emotions the way I saw hers?
“I have you working here… I want to watch until that pathetic mindset is completely crushed and your soul is dangling. So work properly from now on. Understood?”
“..Y-yes.”
Thud!
She shoved my neck away and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.
“Aah, gross. Anyway, details are with the warehouse manager. I’m off~”
Yohee left the basement as if she had no further business with me.
“Hey, new servant. Come here.”
A middle-aged man in a neat gray suit, waiting with his arms crossed, called out in a tired voice.
“Oh, yes.”
“Kim Sunghyun, right? If you have any sense, you’ll know what happens here must never leave this place. If even one syllable slips out, you’ll leave an unerasable stain on Yohee, the young lady you’ll eventually inherit from the Samjung Group. You’ll see what kind of hell awaits you or me.”
This man looked competent, but he was still just a cog in the machine, managing the countless victims.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Then let me explain your duties.”
The warehouse manager led me in front of the iron bars.
“The things in here… you don’t look at them as people. Understood? Your job is simple—once in the morning, deliver the nutrient paste to them. That’s it.”
Don’t look at them as people.
The man’s eyes were completely flat when he said something so terrifying.
“I’ll do that.”
I memorized the location perfectly.
The rest was about drawing in someone with a conscience from the Inspection Bureau without agitating these demons.
I forcibly turned my gaze away from the caged people and began my work.
Two days passed.
‘Today I’ll disable this shitty shock collar.’