Taming the Ice Queen
After acquiring Sexnet from its queen, Seonwoo spent the next few days immersed in exploring this new world. Logging in with the super account he'd received from Park Sangcheol, he peeked into the private lives and desires of countless uploaders. And finally, he discovered his prey: Park Yuna.
He spent several days shadowing her commute from afar, mapping out her routines. Park Yuna's daily life was tediously monotonous. She always emerged from her design firm in Pangyo with an expressionless, weary face. Her steps lacked any vitality, her eyes hollow and empty. After work, she'd meet her boyfriend nearby for their rote dates—dinner, a café, occasionally a movie. But not once did a genuine smile cross her face throughout it all. Instead, only a profound boredom, as if she'd grown sick of everything, seeped through.
Seonwoo occasionally activated his 10-Min Preview skill to eavesdrop on their conversations.
Boyfriend: "Yuna, rough day at work?"
Yuna: "...No."
Boyfriend: "Really? You look down... Dinner? Pasta?"
Yuna: "Whatever... anything."
She tossed one-word replies at her boyfriend, who tiptoed around her moods. He even learned that she ordered her boyfriend to film their sex videos, uploading them reluctantly at her command.
Frigidity... so she gets her thrills from dominating men. That bland boyfriend's just a good little dog who obeys. Interesting. A woman who wants to dominate, not be dominated.
Seonwoo began plotting her conquest. To craft the perfect approach scenario, he activated his skill again. He zeroed in on a quiet alley she passed through on her way to meet her boyfriend after work. Then he simulated dozens of futures where he confronted her there.
Just talking to her? She'd ignore me. Tempting with money? Too cliché. Blackmail? Already used that on Chae Jiyeong.
After sifting through countless failures, he pinpointed the timing and lines that would most effectively prick her pride while sparking intense curiosity and rivalry. Shake her dominatrix throne and present a type of man she'd never encountered. That was the key.
On the day of the plan, Park Yuna left work with her usual fatigued expression. As she turned into the deserted alley, a man emerged from the shadows, blocking her path.
"..."
Park Yuna glared at him with irritation.
"...Excuse me."
But Seonwoo didn't budge. Instead, he stared her down and said,
"Park Yuna, right?"
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Who are you?"
Seonwoo flashed a sly grin and drove a dagger into her ego.
"I watch Sexnet a lot. Not you—the guy next to you. Nice dog you've trained."
In that instant, Park Yuna's face drained of color. Seonwoo handed a speechless, terrified her his business card—nothing but his name and personal contact, neatly printed.
"He's not enough for you, is he? Too small a vessel to serve a queen like you."
He tilted her chin up, locking eyes as he whispered,
"Curious what a real master feels like? Call me. I can be a way more fun toy than your little pup."
Seonwoo vanished coolly, leaving her stunned. Park Yuna clutched the trembling card, staring blankly at where he'd been.
'Queen,' 'toy.' He sees right through me. And he's offering to let me dominate him? He knows my secret... Calls me a queen? Says he's a better toy? Who the hell is he?'
This unprecedented provocation shattered her bored routine. Her frigid heart pounded fiercely for the first time in ages. It was only a matter of time before she'd bite.
Days passed. Seonwoo didn't contact her first, letting her stew in anxiety. Meanwhile, he savored sweet days with Yoo Sori and grew his assets through Han Chae-a and Kang Jihyeon, solidifying his foundation.
Finally, a short text arrived on his phone. From Park Yuna.
Park Yuna: When and where?
Her pride dripped from the curt words, but uncontrollable anticipation laced them. Seonwoo smirked and replied.
Seonwoo: Tonight, 9 PM. XX Hotel Suite. Don't be late, queen.
9 PM sharp. The suite doorbell rang. Seonwoo opened it to find Park Yuna transformed from her daytime self. She'd swapped her prim blouse, light cardigan, and knee-length skirt for an off-shoulder shirt, short leather skirt, and dizzyingly high heels.
"Made you wait, toy."
Park Yuna shoved past him, striding in imperiously. She scanned the room, then jerked her chin at Seonwoo lounging on the sofa.
"Ready?"
"Of course, my queen."
Seonwoo played along obediently. He ran a Harem Scan on her.
Affection's climbed nicely. Let the real fun begin.
Park Yuna smirked in satisfaction, stripping naked. She issued her first command.
"Kneel."
Seonwoo dropped to his knees at her feet without hesitation.
"Good boy. Start by greeting my feet properly."
She rested her smooth foot on his shoulder, smiling as she used her toes to lift his chin.
"Lick them clean, you pig."
At first, out of curiosity, Seonwoo obeyed. He knelt before her, lavishing attention from the top of her foot to between her toes.
"Hngh..."
A pleased moan escaped Park Yuna. She grabbed his hair, shoving her foot deeper into his mouth.
"Yes, like that. Lick it filthy. You're not even worthy of my feet."
She withdrew her foot from his mouth and gripped his cock.
"Kgh...!"
"Hmmm... Not bad for a toy."
She ordered him to strip off his pants and underwear, then clutched his shaft firmly. Stroking it up and down, she tested his endurance.
"Don't cum. Not a drop without my permission. Got it?"
Whenever his cock swelled to bursting, she'd pause, slap his cheek lightly, and mock him.
"Getting off rubbing your dick on a woman's hand and feet? Pathetic."
Leaning over his face with contempt, she let thick saliva drip from her mouth onto his lips.
"Lick it up. Clean."
As Seonwoo extended his tongue to lap it up, she gazed down in ecstasy.
Not satisfied, she yanked his hair and dragged him between her legs.
"Taste my pussy, you filthy mutt."
She ground her pussy roughly against his face.
"Haah...! Yes, there... suck harder...! That's all scum like you live for...!"
She clamped his head between her thighs, lost in her own pleasure.
But as her play dragged on, Seonwoo grew bored.
This all? Just basic handjobs, footjobs, licking... Stuff you see on the internet. Nothing compared to training Han Chae-a. Disappointing.
Seeing Seonwoo obey perfectly, Park Yuna basked in triumph. For the finale, she ordered him to lick her feet again.
But this time, Seonwoo didn't move. Still kneeling, he looked up at her. His eyes no longer held a slave's submission—only boredom and disdain.
"Boring."
"W-what...?"
Park Yuna stammered in shock.
"Your queen act is so lame it's yawn-worthy. This your best?"
Her face hardened at his words. Her dominance, her authority—directly denied.
"You little—how dare you...!"
As she raised her hand, Seonwoo snatched her wrist.
"I'll teach you what real domination is. How to handle a toy properly."
In an instant, he flipped the script, pinning the flustered Park Yuna to the bed. He bound her wrists tight with his belt.
"What the hell! Let go! Untie me!"
She thrashed, but it was futile against his overwhelming strength. Seonwoo straddled her, staring into her eyes as he whispered,
"I watched all your Sexnet videos. You never felt a thing while filming, did you? Your boyfriend can't satisfy you. No one can. You're not into getting fucked."
Her eyes wavered.
"You can't feel sexual pleasure, so you dominate men instead. Make them your dogs. Right?"
He pierced her deepest secret, her true nature.
"But that's fake. You're no real dominatrix. Just a kid playing pretend. I'll show you what real is—from now on."