New Slave (2)
Seonwoo took Kang Jihyeon to a nearby hotel's suite room. The moment he swiped the card key and entered, he sank deep into the sofa, crossing his legs. He jerked his chin at her, standing there awkwardly.
"Alright, let's get started, Director Kang. You're gonna have to please me even more than whatever you were planning to show that Director Park."
Kang Jihyeon's shoulders twitched.
"Director Park and I... we're not like that... He's just a distant relative."
"Yeah? Doesn't matter."
Seonwoo smirked and continued. "First off, what's the most expensive thing you own?"
She hesitated for a moment, then unstrapped the Hermes watch from her wrist and placed her Chanel bag on the table. They were items worth tens of millions of won, but Seonwoo didn't even glance at them.
"Nah, not that cheap crap. I mean your body. Isn't that your only real asset? You seduce men with it to close deals. Now strip. Prove your body's worth to me."
Kang Jihyeon's face flushed crimson with humiliation. Her trembling hands reached for the buttons on her gray jacket but faltered, unable to undo them. Seonwoo said nothing. He just watched her silently, a faint smile playing on his lips. That silence, that smile—it terrified her more than any shout could.
Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut and let the jacket drop to the floor. Next came the blouse. Her fingers shook as she undid each button one by one. When she finally unzipped her skirt, her legs wobbled so badly she could barely stand. With every inch of her white skin exposed, her pride shattered a little more.
'Fucking bastard... But if I rebel now, my career's over. I have to endure. Just for today... just get through today.'
At last, clad only in her black lace bra and panties, she stood there with her head bowed.
Seonwoo asked softly, "What're you waiting for? Take it all off."
At his words, a single tear she'd been holding back slid down her cheek. With shaking hands, she unhooked her bra and slid her panties down to her ankles. Now completely naked, she stood exposed. Seonwoo smiled in satisfaction. He approached her, gripped her chin, and forced her face up.
"Why the long face? We haven't even started. Looks like you don't even know how to properly please a man, so I'll have to teach you myself."
He unbuckled his belt and thrust his already rock-hard cock in front of her eyes.
"Go on, touch it. Learn how to stroke a man right—with your body."
Trembling with humiliation, Kang Jihyeon grasped his cock. Seonwoo took her hand and guided her movements.
"Too slow. Start soft like this, then speed up as it gets harder. And every now and then, tease the tip with your fingertips. Got it?"
He openly mocked her clumsy efforts.
"Men love tits wrapped around it for a paizuri... but with those flat pancakes of yours? No chance. Heh."
Tears welled up in her eyes at his taunts. All the career and pride she'd built working day and night for success felt invalidated in an instant by this kid's words. Everything she'd believed she'd earned through 'ability' was reduced to just her 'body' in front of men—a harsh reality that made her feel utterly pathetic.
"Open your mouth."
Seonwoo ordered her to suck him off. She awkwardly parted her lips, barely brushing the tip.
"Fucking hell."
Seonwoo grabbed her hair and shoved his cock deep into her mouth.
"Khek...! Guhk...! Mmph!"
She gagged, struggling for air, but Seonwoo showed no mercy. Instead, he barked instructions.
"Swirl your tongue. Inside out, nice circles. Yeah, like that."
Judging her pride sufficiently broken, Seonwoo laid her on the bed. He began serious foreplay while activating his 10-Min Blackbox.
'Gonna find this bitch's weakness and shatter her completely.'
He previewed various caresses in the footage, watching her reactions—breasts, thighs, lips. Minimal response. Then his fingers brushed between her legs, touching her clit. In the video, her body convulsed like a fish on dry land.
'Got it. Her weak spot.'
Seonwoo replicated the simulation, zeroing in on her clit. He started soft, teasing it with his tongue.
"Hngh...! S-stop...!"
She twisted away, but he didn't relent. Next, he flicked it hard like snapping a rubber band.
"Eek! Ah! It hurts! Stop! Please, stop!"
Her screams erupted. Finally, he pinched the protruding nub between two fingers and yanked.
"Hiyaaah!"
Her back arched like a bow, squirting fluids in a gush. An intense orgasm blending pain and pleasure she'd never felt before. Seonwoo didn't stop. For over an hour, he tormented only her clit—pulling, twisting, flicking. Kang Jihyeon's face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool. Her eyes swelled from crying, her lower lip split from biting it to stifle the incomprehensible pleasure, blood beading up. Her voice was hoarse like she'd caught a cold from screaming.
"Pl-please... mercy... please... let me... live... hngh..."
Seeing her fully broken and begging, Seonwoo smiled in satisfaction.
"Good, lesson's sinking in. Time for the main event?"
He rubbed his hot, rigid cock against her swollen clit.
"Ah! No! Not again... I'm cumming... gonna cum...!"
As she teetered on the edge from clit stimulation alone, Seonwoo slammed his massive cock into her pussy without warning. But at the tip, he felt a strong resistance—like something tearing.
'What the...? This feeling...'
"Kyaaaaah!"
She shrieked in agony incomparable to before, thrashing her hips. Seonwoo pulled out to check. Fresh blood stained his glans. Shock hit him as he stared blankly at her writhing in pain.
'No way... this bitch was a virgin?'
"Kkuuuh...!"
Kang Jihyeon curled up, moaning from the ruptured hymen. Instead of guilt, a surge of conquest flooded Seonwoo's heart.
"Heh... hahaha!"
He laughed maniacally.
"Impressive, Director Kang. Kept your virginity all these years without selling your body for success? How's it feel getting taken by the 'crypto kid' you looked down on so much?"
He gripped her pained waist and pulled her onto his lap—facing him cowgirl style. His cock plunged back in.
"Ugh...!"
Seeing her agonized face made his cock swell even harder inside her, leaving her gasping. Seonwoo forced a kiss on her.
"Mmph...!"
She tried to resist, but strengthless, she could only accept his tongue. Seonwoo began slow hip thrusts.
'Humiliating... filthy... worst...'
Kang Jihyeon wailed inwardly amid pain and helplessness. But her body was slowly—ever so slowly—adapting to the pain. Seonwoo fucked her sitting up, then shoved her back and hoisted one leg over his shoulder, driving deepest. He felt his glans pressing her cervix vividly. But her reactions were off. Amid pained moans, faint tremors of pleasure began mixing in.
What the hell? Startled, Seonwoo immediately used Harem Scan on Kang Jihyeon.
'Holy shit, jackpot! No more checking erogenous zones one by one with Blackbox. Just find out what play she likes.'
Finishing his brief thought, Seonwoo relentlessly pounded her cervix, the spot blurring pain and pleasure as she sobbed.
"Hngh...! Ah! Ah! There, it's weird...! Ungh!"
Finally, a genuine moan of pleasure—not pain—escaped her lips. Seonwoo grinned inwardly.
'Yeah, cry like that. By tonight, I'll have you calling me 'Master.'