The Slave Trainer (1)
The 6-billion-won penthouse, freshly signed for, stood completely empty. Seonwoo called Kang Jihyeon and gave her a curt order.
"Just fill it with enough stuff to live in. Keep it clean and simple."
But Jihyeon didn't take his words at face value. Driven by a desperate need to impress him and prove her worth as his slave, she mobilized every contact she had. She scored top-tier Italian sofas, German kitchen appliances, and Nordic solid-wood furniture at prices far below market value, transforming the place into a flawless home. It felt warm and luxurious, as if people had lived there for years.
Seonwoo was taken aback by the fully furnished space but quickly recognized it as Jihyeon's loyalty. He praised her lavishly. That evening, once everything was set, he messaged Yoo Sori.
Heart pounding with excitement, Sori arrived at Seonwoo's new home and was speechless at its overwhelming scale and hotel-suite-like interior. Like a kid in a candy store, she dashed around, gasping in awe.
"Whoa... Oppa, I'm so jealous... Living in a place like this..."
She stared, mesmerized, at the Gangnam nightscape reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling living room windows.
"What are you talking about? You're not gonna live here?"
Seonwoo asked, puzzled. Sori's eyes went wide.
"Huh...? M-me too? For real? Is that okay?"
"Of course. This is your home now."
"Wooow! I love you, Oppa!"
Overwhelmed with emotion, she threw herself at him, hugging tight and showering him with kisses. Tears of joy welled in her eyes.
Aflame from Sori's affection, Seonwoo scooped her up and carried her to the living room window. Against the glittering Gangnam skyline, he entered her while standing.
"Hngh...! Oppa, outside... everyone can see...!"
Sori buried her face in his chest, embarrassed, but Seonwoo ignored it, lifting her legs and thrusting steadily. Their reflections in the glass merged with the distant city lights, creating a dreamlike haze.
After their living room tryst, Seonwoo carried her to the master bedroom and laid her on the massive bed, ravishing her body once more. This time, the sex was calmer, brimming with love—worlds apart from before. Seonwoo checked her status with Harem Scan.
In return for her pure devotion, Seonwoo embraced her more tenderly than ever. Without relying on 10-Min Blackbox, he focused solely on her reactions, delivering peak pleasure. He kissed her everywhere—lips first, then along her jawline and collarbone, savoring her skin. She squirmed, giggling.
"Heehee, Oppa..."
He lavished attention on her favorite spots: the nape of her neck and earlobes. Licking and nibbling them made her tremble.
"Ahng...! Oppa, there... feels weird..."
She pouted playfully but pulled his head closer. Reveling in her responses, Seonwoo left a red kiss mark on her neck. He entered her again, moving gently while lightly choking her throat.
"Eugh...!"
Her pussy clenched hard. Worried she'd suffer, he eased up immediately. But she panted, egging him on.
"Oppa... harder... choke me harder...! Squeeze till I can't breathe...!"
Smiling, Seonwoo gripped her neck again. Nestled in his arms, Sori whispered sweet nothings through multiple orgasms.
"Aang! I love you, Oppa...! It feels so good...!"
To her, this wasn't just a house—it was a true sanctuary, free from past nightmares, shared with the man she loved.
Afterward, as night deepened, they sipped wine. Cradled in his arms, Sori vowed, "I'd do anything for you, Oppa. I give you everything I have."
The next morning, Seonwoo woke to delicious aromas from the kitchen. Sori had risen early, preparing a perfect breakfast: steaming doenjang jjigae, rolled omelet, and neatly plated side dishes.
"Whoa, what's all this? When did you make it?"
"Hehe, I woke up early to make you something yummy. Eat up—I'm hungry too!"
Seonwoo spooned some doenjang jjigae. Its deep, savory flavor was perfection.
"Delicious. Seriously good."
"Really? Phew! See? Don't I make a great wife?"
"The best. But you don't have to do this every day. It's tough."
"Not tough at all! Cooking for you is my joy. Oh, right! Where'd you put your underwear and socks? Gotta do laundry."
She was no longer the opi girl 'Yuri.' In one day, her touch had turned the empty penthouse into a warm, cozy home. She organized his clothes, decorated, unleashing her Housewife (S) talent fully. For the first time, Seonwoo felt the warmth of a real family.
Their sweet cohabitation continued for days. Seonwoo traded crypto from home, steadily growing his wealth, while Sori doted on him. Perfect peace.
But new desires stirred within him.
They shopped together at the department store's food hall. Sori pushed the cart, groaning cutely at the fresh veggies.
"Nngh..."
"What's up?"
"Hmm... Oppa, for dinner—dakboktang or doenjang jjigae? I can make both tasty!"
Her serious pondering was adorable; Seonwoo burst out laughing.
That evening, they lounged on the sofa watching variety shows. Sori clutched her stomach laughing at the celebs' antics—Seonwoo enjoyed her more than the TV.
And every night, they devoured each other. In his arms at climax, she'd whisper, "Oppa... I love you... feels so good..."
Everything was perfect. But sometimes, Seonwoo felt an emptiness. Watching her cook for him or beam innocently—something felt missing.
He couldn't pinpoint it at first. Then one night, as Sori slept, he drafted a message to Jihyeon without thinking.
'Crawl over here right now.'
His finger hovered over send, then deleted it. Stability's nice. Happy with Sori. But... not enough.
He craved the thrill of dominating Lee Seoyeoun and Kang Jihyeon—the rush of fucking slaves—alongside his love for Sori. He wanted both.
That night in bed, TV on, Seonwoo broached it carefully.
"Sori-ya, we need to talk."
He confessed about the other women—skipping first-timer Park Juhyeon, but owning up to opi girl Lee Seoyeoun, cafe owner Chae Jiyeong, and real estate consultant Kang Jihyeon, now his total slave.
Sori blinked in surprise, then smiled.
"It's fine. Living with you, I realized you're more human than I thought. Knew one girl wouldn't cut it. But... I'm first, right? Hehe."
"Obviously. But... we might all fuck together later. Cool with that?"
"Huh? Yeah! I've done 3Ps at work. Unnies loved it with me. I'm pretty good."
She shrugged confidently—and a system alert flashed before Seonwoo's eyes.
Alert: Target 'Yoo Sori' has glimpsed her hidden talent!
Latent Talent: Slave Trainer (C/SS) unlocked.
Fuck, Slave Trainer? Even at C-rank, pros were satisfied—what the hell happens at SS?
Seonwoo imagined other women sobbing, clinging, moaning desperately at Sori's slightest touch.
Hee... Unnie's weak here, huh? Like this? Feels good?
Haang! Sori-nim, th-there...! Ah, no! Hwaaaang!
"..."
Just thinking made his cock throb painfully.
"Sori-ya, wanna try... tonight?"
"Huh? With who? I'm down!"
Grinning at her innocent reply, Seonwoo fired off a short message to Jihyeon.
Seonwoo sank into blissful fantasies of the orgy ahead—his girlfriend and slave together.