Masochist (2)
Kang Jihyeon returned to Han Chae-a's office after contacting her. Han Chae-a was still sitting there with a bewildered expression.
"Chae-a."
Kang Jihyeon's voice was cold and dry, stripped of its former friendliness. She was no longer Han Chae-a's friend. She was a faithful slave carrying out her master's orders.
"No time to agonize over it. You saw what he's like—his temper's no joke. If you don't decide by today, you'll regret it for sure."
"Jihyeon, what the hell... What's your deal with him? This isn't like you."
Han Chae-a asked with confused eyes. Kang Jihyeon approached her with a meaningful smile.
"It's a relationship you couldn't even imagine. And soon, you'll be part of it. This is advice, Chae-a. He knows what you want—what kind of person you are—better than I do. Go prove your worth."
Kang Jihyeon cleverly stimulated Han Chae-a's pride, curiosity, and hidden desires, prodding her to seek out Seonwoo on her own.
That night, in Seonwoo's penthouse. He lounged with a glass of wine alongside Kang Jihyeon, who had returned home early, casually awaiting their guest. Right on time, the doorbell rang.
Standing at the door was Han Chae-a, not in her daytime office attire but in a tight black dress that hugged her curves. In her hand was the envelope containing the 'dangerous proposal' he had mentioned.
Seonwoo let her in and activated Harem Scan.
Affection's jumped quite a bit. Kang Jihyeon did good work. Time to get serious.
In the living room, Kang Jihyeon stepped out for a moment, leaving Seonwoo alone with Han Chae-a. She pulled out the documents she'd prepared. Inside was an extremely risky, illegal plan to launder billions through paper companies and overseas tax havens.
"...This is the proposal I've prepared, carrying the maximum risk."
Seonwoo skimmed it and tossed it onto the table.
"Boring. I didn't ask for scraps of paper."
He stood, wine bottle in hand, and approached her.
"You ready to pay the price I mentioned?"
He tilted the bottle, slowly pouring red wine over her platinum blonde hair. It drenched her face and white blouse, trickling down.
"Wh-what the hell!?"
Her voice trembled, but her expression wasn't shock—it was tinged with faint ecstasy. Seonwoo grinned wickedly at the sight.
"That face kills your protest's credibility."
Slap! He backhanded her cheek. The impact knocked her round glasses to the floor. Grabbing her lowered chin and forcing it up revealed her face, lost in rapture with a hazy smile.
"Heh, what a properly deranged bitch."
Seonwoo slapped her cheeks several more times. But she only let out soft "Ngh..." moans, clearly unsatisfied.
He tore her clothes off savagely, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her to the master bedroom where Sori waited.
"Guh...!"
Painful groans escaped her, but Seonwoo smirked in satisfaction at the clear fluids dripping between her legs as he opened the door.
There stood Sori, beaming innocently with SM tools—red ropes, a short whip, blindfold, and more. Kang Jihyeon, already naked with hands clasped politely, stood in a pose that somehow stirred a man's darker urges compared to Sori's.
"Oppa, all ready!"
The mismatch of her innocent smile and the whip in hand left Seonwoo momentarily flustered. Just to be sure, he checked Yoo Sori's status window.
Crazy... It jumped two whole grades from C to A? Does just imagining it make the talent grow?
Seonwoo broke into a cold sweat, awed. He snapped back to reality and roughly slammed the hair-grabbed Han Chae-a to the floor.
"Greet her. She's your trainer."
"Hehe! Hi there!"
Yoo Sori waved the whip while naked. Han Chae-a hid her delight, feigning terrified trembling.
"I've never hit anyone before!"
At Yoo Sori's words, dissatisfaction flashed in Han Chae-a's eyes.
This kid's gonna satisfy me?
Seonwoo caught the subtle shift.
"Don't get cocky staring like that. Doubting the trainer? This is your last time making that face. Sori, start."
"Yes!"
Yoo Sori, thanks to her experience binding Kang Jihyeon or her boosted trainer skill, expertly bound Han Chae-a's limbs to the bedposts.
"Oppa, can I really hit hard?"
Seonwoo nodded. Han Chae-a grew inwardly anxious.
Really? Hitting someone feels more off-putting than I thought...
"Here I go!"
With Yoo Sori's shout came a sharp whoosh! An unimaginable pain exploded across Han Chae-a's back.
"Gahk...!!"
She screamed at the bone-rattling agony, trying to curl up, but her restraints held firm. Yoo Sori gasped at her writhing.
"Eek!! Oppa, is this sister really okay!?"
"Sori, look at her face closely."
Seonwoo pointed with a grin. Yoo Sori tilted her head and peered at Han Chae-a's face. Tears, snot, and drool streamed down, yet she smiled in ecstasy.
"Wow! Sister, doesn't it hurt?"
"Hng... Ngh..."
Han Chae-a just nodded, moaning in pleasure.
"Then I'll keep going!"
This time, Yoo Sori whipped at Han Chae-a's massive breasts, even larger than her own F-cups. Whoosh! White flesh shook violently with a red welt.
"Kyaaaah...!"
Han Chae-a's back arched like a bow, squirting from her pussy in orgasm.
"Oh? Different reaction this time."
Seonwoo scanned her again with Harem Scan.
Didn't show erogenous zones before? Ah, only visible on naked women? Breasts, pussy, anus... First woman with all three sacred spots.
"Wow! This sister came just from getting hit!"
Yoo Sori exclaimed in wonder.
"Heh. Sori, wanna try sending her off with your skills instead of tools? Ten orgasms gets you a gift."
"Ten? Piece of cake! Can I team up with Jihyeon-unnie?"
Seonwoo nodded. With his permission, Yoo Sori approached the bound Han Chae-a alongside Kang Jihyeon. At her friend's approach, Han Chae-a's eyes wavered slightly.
They started by gently licking her nipples, then suddenly bit down hard.
"Eek! Ah! It hurts! I love it!"
"Chae-a, I've always been jealous of your tits."
Smack! Kang Jihyeon slapped Han Chae-a's breast like a cheek. A moan burst from her.
Yoo Sori watched with childlike curiosity, then abruptly slapped Han Chae-a's cheek.
Smack!
Seonwoo watched delightedly. Hits harder than me?
"Ngh..."
Han Chae-a gazed at Yoo Sori through tear-soaked eyes, moaning in pain.
"Whoa... Sister's crying face is... so pretty..."
Yoo Sori didn't stop, shoving two fingers into her pussy, forcing it wide and stirring.
"Hyaang! No! Stop!"
"Crying won't work, Chae-a. The young miss is playing right now."
Kang Jihyeon, embracing her new desire #WomenRelations, kissed Han Chae-a without hesitation, tongues entwining. Her other hand yanked the clit viciously.
Han Chae-a screamed into her second and third orgasms in a row.
Yoo Sori and Kang Jihyeon didn't relent, ravaging her body to exactly ten climaxes. The sight of Han Chae-a at the tenth was spectacular—every inch from head to toe marked by their hands and lips, drenched in sweat and fluids. Seonwoo watched, entranced.
"Sori, think of a gift."
Seonwoo stroked her head with a satisfied smile and stood.
"My turn at last."
He pulled out his throbbing massive cock and approached the pleasure-drenched, panting Han Chae-a.