Arrogant Raccoon Dog (5)
Seo Joo-hwan swung the whip with a cocky flourish, but inwardly he was freaking out. 'Holy shit, that startled me. Why the hell is this thing so intense?' He'd swung it lightly, but it cut through the air with a sharp whoosh, followed by a resounding crack! that echoed crisply through the room. Even he jumped at the sound he'd made himself.
'Maybe because it didn't hit anyone?' Or perhaps the sound and impact stayed the same, but the pain inflicted on a masochist was dialed down. Seo Joo-hwan shook his head. Whatever the item's mechanics, the important thing was that the atmosphere of terror had been instantly established.
"Hic. Hiccup."
Yoo Ji-kyeong was hiccupping nonstop. They'd discussed it beforehand, but seeing the whip fly right in front of her eyes was still shocking. To keep her from getting too scared, Seo Joo-hwan flicked his wrist once—a prearranged gesture to remind her it was all an act.
Spotting the signal, the color returned to her face, stabilizing. The hiccups from her fright stopped too.
The now-calmed Yoo Ji-kyeong looked up at him and said, "M-Master."
She must have been really startled; her voice was still trembling. But when he flicked his wrist again, she nodded slightly as if to say she understood.
Seo Joo-hwan thought it was a relief, but he kept his expression blank on the outside. 'Better not talk too much.' One lesson he'd learned from the receiving end: open your mouth clumsily, and you'd ruin the hard-earned mood. So he planned to conserve words, letting his expression and actions set the tone.
He relaxed his face as much as possible and stared down at Yoo Ji-kyeong. He knew well that his blank face came off as pretty cold by default.
After gazing at her like that for a moment, he spoke carefully, ensuring his voice didn't waver. "Stand up."
Short words, firm tone.
Yoo Ji-kyeong flinched and rose from the bed. Her posture was awkward in the unfamiliar atmosphere.
He jerked his chin toward her body. "Strip."
"Y-Yeah."
"Casual talk?"
"Oops."
Seo Joo-hwan swung the whip. The leather lash flew toward her thigh. Crack!
"Kyaa? It hurts... Huh?"
Startled, Yoo Ji-kyeong clutched her thigh where it hit, letting out a puzzled sound. She didn't feel much pain. Even though they'd confirmed it didn't hurt beforehand, it was still surprising. A clear red welt marked her thigh, after all.
Seo Joo-hwan inwardly sighed in relief and said, "A slave talking back casually?"
"S-Sorry, Master."
"I'll say it again. Strip."
"Yes, Master."
Yoo Ji-kyeong seemed to be adapting now, nodding quickly and starting to remove her underwear piece by piece. Her black bra dropped with a thud, the garter belt's straps came undone. Then her panties slid down, fully exposing her naked body down to her pubic hair.
Just as she was about to take off her stockings, Seo Joo-hwan quickly said, "Ah, leave the stockings on."
"Huh?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong blinked, then looked up at him with a baffled stare—like she was eyeing a pervert.
Seo Joo-hwan swung the whip again. Crack!
"Ow, sting!"
The whip delivered exactly as much pain as the masochist desired. This time, she'd apparently wanted a bit of a sting.
"Don't make me say it twice."
"No, why the stockings..." Crack!
"Ouch! O-Okay!"
"No casual talk." Crack!
"Ah, got it, Master."
"Tch. Such a cheeky raccoon dog."
She'd managed to defend her stockings. Seo Joo-hwan nodded in satisfaction and scanned the now-nude Yoo Ji-kyeong's body. Breasts of a nice size, a waist slimmed down nicely from her weight loss. Below that, her naturally wide hips and plump thighs flowed seamlessly. But the finishing touch was, of course, the black silk stockings.
Yoo Ji-kyeong stared back at him with an impertinent gaze, but he magnanimously pretended not to notice. Instead, he decided to deal with her impudent hands covering her breasts and pussy.
"Hands away."
"M-Master, it's embarrassing."
They'd already seen everything of each other, but her face flushed as if she truly was shy. Probably the atmosphere's effect—no one had ever observed her like this before.
No mercy for that, though. Growing more immersed, he tautened his grip on the whip.
"I said don't make me repeat myself."
"...Yes."
"Hands behind your back."
Yoo Ji-kyeong moved her hands away and clasped them behind her. Her nipples and pubic hair came into view—pretty pink buds and a moderate bush.
Seo Joo-hwan crooked a finger. "Come here and kneel."
"Yes, Master."
Yoo Ji-kyeong obeyed without further backtalk. Her face was still red—embarrassment or arousal, hard to tell.
Seo Joo-hwan thrust his fully erect cock right in front of her eyes. "Open your mouth."
"...Aah~."
Kneeling, Yoo Ji-kyeong parted her lips. He slid his cock in slowly, glans first. Once more than halfway in, a choked glurk escaped her.
"Hold it."
With that word, he inched his hips forward. 'Always wanted to try this once.' Since his dick had grown, he'd never gotten deepthroat to the hilt even once. A cock exceeding average in length, girth, and rigidity wasn't easy to take.
"Glurk, guh... urgh...!"
Choking sounds leaked from Yoo Ji-kyeong's mouth. Yet she clenched her oral muscles and sucked slurp slurp to fulfill the command—commendable.
Watching her face, Seo Joo-hwan felt the tension building intensely in his lower body. He rocked his hips. Plop plop plop. To keep her from pulling away, he grabbed her head with both hands.
But even in her agony, Yoo Ji-kyeong didn't resist—instead, she gripped his ass firmly. Definitely not a typical reaction.
Seo Joo-hwan sensed his climax building faster than usual. 'Damn, am I really a perv?'
Her pained expression as he thrust was hot, but the tears trickling from her scrunched eyes amplified his excitement tenfold. Feeling his orgasm surge, he wiped her tear-streaked cheek with his thumb. Salty taste.
'Flavor's average... Well, duh?'
Realizing what he'd done, Seo Joo-hwan let out a hollow chuckle. Dacryphilia, was it? He'd heard of the fetish for crying or tears arousing someone.
Come to think of it, he'd always found women crying especially pretty. He laughed, realizing anew he was a pervert perfectly suited to the Lust System.
"Glurk... urk, guh, slrrrp......"
Meanwhile, Yoo Ji-kyeong, fighting nausea from the cock invading her throat, suddenly looked up at him and widened her eyes.
'Oppa’s acting... he’s a real master.'
He'd wiped her tears, then stuck out his tongue to lick them. The cold sneer returning to his blank face fit the master role perfectly.
Then the master thrust his hips deep.
"Guh!?" Gulp! Gulp!Blubblub!
With the cock buried to the root, even Yoo Ji-kyeong couldn't endure. She pushed against his thighs, writhing to pull it out.
But the cock just flooded her forcibly opened throat with cum. Spurt spurt spurt!
Seo Joo-hwan shuddered his hips, then released her head when he saw her struggling. As climax neared, he'd unconsciously yanked her face closer.
"Cough! Cough cough!"
Collapsed on the floor, Yoo Ji-kyeong hacked repeatedly. Drool dribbled out onto the ground.
'Shit. What now?'
He wanted to pat her back right away, but doing so might break the immersion. Still, he couldn't just leave her suffering.
In the end, Seo Joo-hwan lowered his stance to rub her back. "Ji-kyeong, you okay..."
"Cough. Master."
"Huh?"
Yoo Ji-kyeong cut him off. Stopping her coughs, she looked up at him with teary eyes and said, "Master, did I do well? Look—I swallowed it all♡"
"......"
Seo Joo-hwan was speechless at her opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue mid-tears. Drool everywhere, but not a drop of cum—she'd swallowed every bit, as she claimed.
'Should've done it like this from the start.'
Seo Joo-hwan chuckled wryly. His sadist trait was low-grade, but Yoo Ji-kyeong's masochist one was mid-grade—a step higher. Even with his mistakes making it rough, she took it as even more thrilling.
He placed a hand on her head, stroking it like praising a dog. "Good girl."
"Hehe. So, is there a reward?"
"Cheeky."
A slave expecting a reward for doing her duty. Seo Joo-hwan twisted his lips.
Still, a reward was in order. He stood and walked to the bed.
"Master?"
"Giving you your reward."
Rustle. He picked up the plastic bag she'd brought. The ice cream tub from earlier was inside.
'Mostly melted.'
A bit disappointing, but no big deal. Seo Joo-hwan took a moderate scoop into his mouth. Then he pinched her cheek and squeezed.
"Eek?"
Her lips parted. He poured the melted ice cream from his mouth into hers. Drip—plip, plop.
Wiping her mouth corner, Seo Joo-hwan sneered. "Swallow. It's your master's reward."
Spit—the act of spitting or feeding saliva to induce shame and inferiority. An extension of making her swallow his spit when she was in the S role. Using food instead of just saliva would amp up the humiliation.
Yoo Ji-kyeong stared at him blankly, then closed her mouth. Tilting her head back, she gulped it down.
Seo Joo-hwan asked, "How's the taste?"
"Tasty... even more because Master gave it. Thank... you."
"Heh."
A chuckle escaped. Her teary eyes and shame-flushed face were a sight to behold.