The Pleasure of Taking (1)

Seonwoo looked down at Park Yuna, who was wailing in a mix of pleasure and terror, a sinister smile curling his lips. His true training had only just begun. He lightly tapped her cheek in mockery.

"Get it now? Who the real master is."

Yuna glared at him with her last shreds of pride. Her eyes trembled with fear, but defiance still burned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠within them.

"You... you think you'll get away with this!?"

"And? What can you do about it right now?"

Seonwoo scoffed. "File a police report? The girl who uploaded videos of treating her boyfriend like a dog on Sexnet?"

"Or tell your boyfriend? That some stranger fucked you? What do you think that timid little guy could even do?"

Each word stabbed like a dagger into her heart. He shoved her roughly back onto the bed and began ravaging her in earnest. He tore at her clothes, groping her body everywhere. But contrary to his expectations, her body showed no reaction whatsoever. Not a single moan escaped her lips; she just stared at him with eyes full of hatred.

Seonwoo faltered at the unexpected response. He hurriedly activated Harem Scan to check her erogenous zones.

'Fuck, she really has frigidity? This is bad...'

'If not her body... then maybe the situation?'

He recalled that she had a boyfriend. After countless simulations, he finally spotted the key future. In the preview, he ordered her to call her boyfriend, and as she got fucked during the call, she desperately stifled her moans, her body writhing.

'That's it! This slut's into netori! Getting caught by her boyfriend while being violated by another man—that depraved thrill turns her on!'

Seonwoo thrust his cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into Yuna's pussy, slick with his saliva.

"Ngh... fuck, pull out, you psycho!"

She resisted fiercely, but Seonwoo ignored it, grabbing her hand to unlock her smartphone. He dialed her boyfriend and switched to speaker mode.

Ring... ring...

While the tone rang, Seonwoo began moving his hips slowly.

Yuna clamped her mouth shut, desperately holding back moans. But Seonwoo slammed harder.

Slap! Slap! The wet sounds of flesh colliding echoed obscenely through the room.

Yuna snatched the phone, stammering. "N-nothing... ngh... just... just calling."

As she tried to hang up, Seonwoo grinned and sped up.

"Ah! Aaah!"

Right before she could end the call, a scream-like moan leaked through her fingers, and she hit her first orgasm.

Seonwoo snatched the phone back and said calmly, "Hello. I'm Yuna's coworker. She's had too much to drink at an after-work gathering and needs to rest... If you're her boyfriend, could you come here?"

Yuna stared in horror as Seonwoo ended the call and sent the location.

"You... fucking psycho! What the hell are you doing...!"

"Huh? Why? You love this shit, don't you?"

Seonwoo lifted one of her legs, thrusting deeper. Feeling her body tense again, he teased her.

"Sent him the address here. Wonder what he'll think? His girlfriend's 'coworker' texting a motel location mid-afterparty."

At his words, her body began trembling anew, her pussy growing wetter.

"Heh, you crazy bitch. That excited to get caught by your boyfriend?"

"F-fuck...! Finish quick! Get out!"

"Why should I? I'll keep fucking you even in front of him."

Her pussy slickened even more at that. Seonwoo didn't miss the chance, pounding fast to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠draw out her second climax.

After sex, Seonwoo dressed and said, "Better get clothed quick, or your boyfriend really will catch you."

He saved her boyfriend's number, then leisurely left the motel. Outside, a man rushed out of a taxi—her boyfriend. Seonwoo brushed past him.

'Whoa. This is kinda fun.'

Seonwoo headed home, imagining how to break his new toy further.

The next day, as expected, Yuna called. Her voice was exhausted and furious, like she hadn't slept.

"Wanna meet, my queen?"

Seonwoo went to the address she gave. That evening, they met in a quiet alley. Yuna swung at his face on sight, but he caught her wrist effortlessly.

"Yuna, this is fun. Got fucked like that yesterday and still came to meet me?"

Her face twisted in rage at his mockery.

"You psycho! Know how hard it was explaining to my boyfriend last night!?"

"Dunno, not my problem."

Seonwoo released her wrist with a sneer. "Fucking bastard..." She spat curses, glaring.

"More importantly, how was it? Ever felt anything like that during sex before?"

She had no retort, just muttered "fuck..." under her breath, head down.

"You learned yesterday, right? About your trash fetish. Netori, huh? Never thought I'd see one in person..."

Seonwoo grabbed her bangs, forcing her head up. "First psycho bitch like you."

Her eyes shook with fear and shame, but she said nothing.

"Felt good though, right? Wanna feel it again?"

Tears welled as she glared. "Then call your boyfriend now. Introduce me as your close coworker senior, and we three can chat fun. Heh."

She just glared. "Don't wanna? Mind if I do? Saved his number yesterday."

At the threat, she relented. "...Fuck. Don't do anything."

With trembling hands, she called her boyfriend.

Soon, in a private room at an upscale Korean restaurant, Seonwoo, Yuna, and her boyfriend sat. Seonwoo introduced himself as "Yuna's close company senior."

The boyfriend, clueless, was polite. "Senior, I've heard so much. Thanks for looking after our Yuna."

"No biggie. Yuna's great at her job."

Seonwoo replied casually while groping her thigh under the table. She flinched, grabbing his hand desperately to avoid her boyfriend noticing. He switched to teasing her leg with his foot. Yuna fidgeted anxiously at getting caught, her face flushing from the thrill and depravity.

To check her state, Seonwoo used his skill.

After the meal, while the boyfriend was in the bathroom, Seonwoo whispered a command. "Tonight, fuck that guy. But no penetration."

"What...?"

"Dominate him like you did me. Make him your real master and pet. Step on him, spit, edging control—do whatever. He'll obey everything, right?"

She realized her current boyfriend would follow any order.

"Record it all and upload to Sexnet. Then next time, I'll make you crazier than before."

Her breathing quickened. As the boyfriend returned, Seonwoo smiled warmly. "Gotta head out—work. Yuna's boyfriend, you're a great guy. Take care of my favorite junior."

"Yes! Thanks! Take care of Yuna too, senior!"

Seonwoo turned, flashing Yuna a wicked grin as he left. She glanced at her smiling, oblivious boyfriend, unconsciously licking her lips. Her eyes gleamed with the hunger of finding a new toy.