Masochist (3)
Seonwoo approached Han Chae-a, who was panting and drenched in pleasure. He pulled out his erect cock and drew near. Leaning back against the headboard, he gently brushed the back of his hand across her sweat-slicked cheek. She was still bound, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her skin burned hot, trembling faintly. The room reeked of sweat, wine, and bodily fluids.
"Warmed up enough? Looks like you had a blast."
His low voice made Han Chae-a's body twitch. She looked up at him with eyes mixed of fear and anticipation, barely managing to open her mouth.
"M-Master..."
"How was the screaming? Better than those pathetic guys you've dealt with? Makes sense—you must've spread your legs for plenty of men to build that fancy career of yours."
Her face flushed at his mocking words. Seonwoo smirked in satisfaction and continued.
"Now the real game begins. I need to see for myself how well you endure pain and how sluttily you can break. Your friend Jihyeon will watch every second from the front row."
He commanded Yoo Sori and Kang Jihyeon, who were watching the scene with keen interest from the corner of the room.
"Sori, gag that bitch's mouth. Her screams might be too loud and bring complaints from the neighbors. Jihyeon, spread her legs wider and tie them down. You're getting the VIP seat to watch your friend shatter beautifully."
"Yes, oppa!"
Yoo Sori replied excitedly and headed to the tool box. Kang Jihyeon hesitated for a moment, a flicker of guilt at binding her own friend. But when Seonwoo's gaze turned to her, she quickly bowed her head.
"Yes, Master."
The two women grabbed the tools with practiced ease. Yoo Sori cheerfully fitted a ball gag into Han Chae-a's mouth, while Kang Jihyeon impassively spread her legs wide and secured them firmly to the bedposts. Now Han Chae-a was utterly helpless.
Seonwoo began the real training. He started by slapping her cheeks hard, alternating sides.
Slap! Slap!
"Mmph! Mmmph...! Nghk!"
Muffled screams leaked through the gag in agony. Her head whipped wildly, but her eyes didn't glaze over—instead, they began to gleam with pleasure.
"How's that? Is this the 'price' you craved?"
Seonwoo whispered in her ear. Without pause, he grabbed her massive breasts with both hands, kneading and pinching them viciously like dough. Red marks bloomed vividly. Her back arched like a bow, bound wrists scraping against the bedposts.
"Hnnngh...! Nngh! Nngiiik!"
He wrapped one hand around her throat and squeezed. "Ghk... Khk...!"
Her body thrashed in suffocating pain. Watching, Yoo Sori clung to Seonwoo's arm and whined.
"Hiiing... Oppa, that looks so good... I want it too..."
Seonwoo chuckled and released his grip. Like a beast, he bit down hard on her pale neck, leaving clear teeth marks. A trickle of blood welled up, and he licked it away with his tongue. The humiliating act made Han Chae-a shudder in pain and ecstasy.
"Hiiiik...! N-Nngh!"
Finally, he clenched his fist and slammed it into her lower abdomen, right over her womb.
"Khk...!"
The dull impact reverberated deep inside, her body springing up like a bow as fluids squirted from her pussy like a fountain. Lost in pleasure amid the torment, Han Chae-a was breaking completely.
Seonwoo smiled in satisfaction and ordered the two women.
"Sori, come here and keep pinching her nipples—like you love it. Jihyeon, grab that dildo over there and shove it up your friend's asshole. Play nice together."
"Yes, oppa! Hehe, unnie's so sensitive here?"
Yoo Sori gleefully twisted Han Chae-a's nipples with her fingers. Kang Jihyeon hesitated briefly but soon resignedly picked up the dildo.
"...Yes, Master."
Seonwoo thrust his massive cock into Han Chae-a's pussy, pounding as if to tear her womb apart.
"How's it feel getting fucked by my cock while playing in front of your friend and my girlfriend's hands, you slutty bitch?"
At the same time, Yoo Sori pinched and twisted her nipples, stimulating her breasts, while Kang Jihyeon obeyed by inserting the dildo into her anus and moving it. Front, back, and top—her entire body violated by three people at once—Han Chae-a's mind surpassed its limits. Her eyes rolled back, drool cascading from her gagged mouth like a waterfall as she convulsed.
Too aroused, Seonwoo grabbed Yoo Sori's breasts—mid-caress on Han Chae-a's—and showered her with a rough kiss.
"Mmph! Mmmph, oppa!"
Finishing the kiss, Seonwoo turned back to Han Chae-a.
"They say no high school boy didn't fuck you back then? Getting gangbanged daily and creampied was your routine? Born a bitch from childhood."
His degrading words made her writhe in shame and pleasure, emitting beastly "Nngh...!" grunts. Seonwoo reached his limit and came deep inside her.
As the three stopped, Han Chae-a slumped like she'd passed out. Seonwoo removed her gag.
"Wake up. We're not done."
She barely opened her eyes, whispering in a voice drowned in pleasure and pain.
"...More... please give me more, Master... Make me... your bitch... Please... I can't live without you now... Don't abandon me..."
Seonwoo used Harem Scan on her one last time.
Yoo Sori's eyes sparkled as she asked,
"Oppa! This unnie likes you even more now! I did good, right?"
"Yeah, our Sori's the best. A perfect trainer."
Seonwoo stroked her head. Smiling in satisfaction, he ordered Yoo Sori and Kang Jihyeon.
"You two handle her training from now on. Even when I'm gone, 'educate' her just like today."
"Yes, oppa!"
"Yes, Master."
Looking at the woman perfectly submissive at his feet, Seonwoo felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He approached Han Chae-a, still panting from the afterglow.
"Chae-a."
"Y-Yes... yes, Master..."
"Rest a bit and pull yourself together. Then come to the living room."
He tossed her a robe and headed out. Moments later, Han Chae-a staggered in, barely covering her disheveled state. Seonwoo was already seated, turning his laptop screen toward her. It displayed his assets exceeding 10 billion won.
"This is my entire fortune. All from crypto futures trading."
He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Chae-a, I saw your skills. Impressive. From now on, you manage this money."
"Pardon?"
"Use every skill and connection you have to minimize my taxes to the legal limit. And make sure no one but me knows where it came from. That's an order. Can you do it?"
Han Chae-a froze at the number over 10 billion on the screen. She'd handled such sums before, but earning it short-term via crypto futures was staggering. Soon, her eyes sharpened with professional focus. She was no longer just a skilled tax accountant—she was her Master's devoted slave.
She dropped to her knees and kissed his feet.
"Yes, Master. I'll stake everything to manage your assets flawlessly—no issues whatsoever. I can reduce your taxes to virtually zero."
"How?"
"First, move part of the funds to a paper company in the Cayman Islands. Then invest under that entity's name in domestic art or real estate to launder the assets while maximizing tax savings. I know a gallery curator and construction execs. Using them..."
She briefed him smoothly, in concrete terms he could grasp.
As expected from an S-rank talent. Worth every penny. With her, money worries are over.
Seonwoo was thrilled with her competence.
"Good. Start now. Tell me if you need anything—full authority's yours. Oh, right. I'll keep trading crypto, so handle about 5 billion first."
"Yes, understood. Thank you, Master."
"And..."
Seonwoo stood, lifting her chin again.
"Finish the job well, and I'll give you something even more fun than last night."
He didn't miss the blatant anticipation and excitement lighting her face as her body trembled.