The Reason for Her Transformation
“So, why is she changing? Why!”
‘The opposite. I just have to do the opposite.’
Seo Jia was a sadist. At home, she would act as if she were being dominated by her beloved husband during sex, but whenever she was commuting or had downtime at the office, she would pull out her phone and visit her favorite web novel site. If she pressed the button for [My Husband Has Already Been Fully Trained], one could see that she had already marked it as a favorite and her "life-pick." She couldn't set up notifications for it. If she were looking at her phone with him and that novel popped up as a notification, it would be a total catastrophe. That was how she kept up the act from their dating days through their marriage.
She never, ever wanted him to know she had such tastes. When she walked into the wedding hall, she had looked at him standing at the end of the aisle and imagined what it would be like to put him in a wedding dress and train him. While watching him sit on the sofa and watch TV, she would think, ‘I want to put a black plastic bag over his head, drag him away, throw him on the bed, tie his limbs with rope, and whip him without rest.’ Saying those thoughts out loud was something she would rather die than do. If anything, her fantasies only grew more intense, never less.
As the days went by, she would think, ‘I want to tie him up, sit on his face, and order him to ravage my pussy with his mouth—’ and imagining him dressed in women’s clothing so she could ravage him at will seemed to occupy her mind from the moment she woke up until she went to sleep. While he was unaware, in her head, he was sometimes suspended in the air in a hogtie, or begging her to untie his gag while wearing bunny girl or nurse costumes. It was probably around that time—when the impulse to shove a cat tail into his anus and order him to crawl on all fours became unbearable—that she realized there was a limit to how much she could suppress this alone.
Of course, she hadn't used such extreme methods from the start. She had tried to drop hints that she was interested in such things, but he had immediately labeled her as a weirdo: “I don’t understand people who like that stuff. Why do that when normal is fine...” When she showed him costumes she’d seen on Coupang and asked what he thought, he’d replied, “I’d like it if you wore them. Should we buy one?” She would rather have died.
After some time passed, she started bringing up the word "divorce." She would constantly say things like, “If I don’t like something, I’m just going to divorce you. Seriously.” At some point, she became numb to the word "divorce," and it began to be used as a kind of spell to control him. Meanwhile, his stress began to pile up deep within his heart. And the result of all that twisted, tangled mess was:
“Aang♡”
She listened intently to what he said and remembered it. At the same time, her survival instinct kicked in when she realized the fate she had sealed for herself—that she was about to be discarded, that she had to leave this house—and saw him dragging her out as if he were throwing away trash. And the instructions that instinct gave her were:
Must stay in this house by any means necessary.
Must serve the owner of the house, Han Suhyun, as Master.
Must grovel unconditionally to stay in this house.
Must accept and follow whatever Master wants with a joyful heart.
Must never bring up arrogant thoughts like getting back together.
Must not do anything Master hasn't permitted.
Must not commit any acts that are rude to Master.
Must identify what Master dislikes and act in the exact opposite way to win his favor.
And so, she began to go insane in a different direction.
“Mas...Master♡, h-he, ugh♡, ugh, uh-ah... ugh....,”
“M...Master’s thing, the fact that I’m doing this with my mouth... it’s being recorded, so it feels so good♥”
She began to do the exact opposite of her previous behavior. She brainwashed herself: if she had been his master in her head until now, now he was the master, and she was nothing but a lowly bitch, a vessel for his semen. And the thing she had wanted to do most—filming herself tormenting him and playing SM games—she reversed, desperately begging him to film her showing him such shameful sights.
When he heard those words, spoken with a seductive expression by the woman he thought he knew—a woman who would never say such things—he felt as if he’d been bewitched by his ex-wife. He pulled out his phone and began to record a video of her face, her mouth, and his own member.
“Master, all the times I tormented you... please torment me back tenfold....♡ Do it a lot, do it a lot...!”
“Slurp... p-h-u-a-a-h..”
“Mas...ter, this... is it all being recorded...? How is it...? My saliva is dripping like this... h-eu, ah, it feels good...!”
The expression of ‘Is this even right?’ was nowhere to be found. Instead, he sat on the sofa, receiving service, wearing a happy smile filled with joy and pleasure. For a brief moment, as he watched her take his member into her mouth and suck, his reason returned. How does she know how to do this? Where on earth did she learn it? Is this the work of an ex-boyfriend I didn't know about? No, that can't be. I was definitely her first. Just as he was thinking that, his ex-wife’s horny voice reached his ears.
“Mas-ter, your thing feels so good...”
“Hehe.. this is delicious... oh my, oh my goodness...♡”
The moment he heard that, his brain circuits short-circuited. The provocative words continued until he felt an intense urge to ejaculate. As if she sensed it, she said, “Mas-ter, please, just... just ejaculate inside me... Ugh, ugh, k-ugh!”
Had she ever made him ejaculate this quickly before? That was one thing, but had she ever even given him oral sex until he ejaculated? He thought about it, and the answer was no. But now,
“Ugh, a lot, so much... so much... Ah♡ I, I like it...”
On the phone screen, she bit down on him for a moment, her shoulders and body twitching, then very slowly, with a wet, squelching sound, she pulled him out of her mouth. She leaned in slightly, opening her mouth wide and spreading her tongue to ensure it was captured well on camera and visible to him. He could see the thick semen rolling on her tongue, and the excess saliva and pre-cum were clearly visible around her mouth, but she didn't care about any of that. She pursed her lips for a moment, then gulped it down.
The woman who used to say she didn't understand why anyone would eat that dirty, smelly stuff was now trembling as if she were about to die of happiness, saying, “More, give me more, Master... okay? It’s so, so delicious...”
This is serious. A bit too serious.
He fell into a deep dilemma, unable to fathom why she had changed so much. Where the hell did she learn this? How does she know? Why... why.... ‘Why... how is she so good at picking out exactly the things I like...’
He, too, had things he hadn't said. Honestly, he’d only held back because she was older; if she had been a year or two younger, he’d thought he could have fulfilled his fantasies. When she wouldn't do it for him, he would masturbate while imagining things. The fantasies he usually had were things like this: Fucking her from behind like a dog, ejaculating inside her, and then throwing her aside anywhere without even wiping her off, as if treating her like a dirty bitch. Calling her not by her name or a pet name, but as "female," "bitch," "sex toy," or "slut." Every time he did, he hoped for and wanted the sound of her voice, crawling on all fours and demurely calling him "Master."
Furthermore, he had wanted to leave her neglected. Honestly, if she had just said she was going to quit her company, he had planned to buy all sorts of adult toys from Coupang, tie her limbs to the corners of the bed with rope, shove a dildo covered in love gel inside her, attach a Satisfyer to her clitoris and tape it down, put a completely black blindfold on her so she couldn't see anything, gag her, and attach two rotors to her nipples. If possible, he wanted to attach a Fairy Vibrator to her as well so that her whole body would feel the vibration before he left for work.
‘And record that scene on video...’
He wanted to film her like that and use it to blackmail her. What would happen if this video spread? Her life would be ruined, right? So, listen to me from now on. I don't like other bastards seeing Seo Jia in heat, either. I want to be the only one to see it. In his imagination, she would hear those words and crawl toward him even more, calling him "Master" over and over again. All those fantasies would vanish when he returned to reality, but now,
“Mas-ter, Master. Are you okay...? You’re thinking about something else...”
“No. It’s nothing.”
“Master, it was... so good...♡ Even though I served you with my mouth... it was so big, so thick♡”
Wondering if this was reality, he twisted his hand behind his back, out of her sight, and pinched his own butt cheek. It hurt. It wasn't a dream.
“I... I need to wash up.... but I want to... do it one more time... I think I’m going crazy...”
As if she wanted something more, she looked at him longingly, repeating the motion of closing and opening her legs. Wondering why she was doing that, he looked down at the area between her legs.
“Heu-euk.... Ah, no.... Master, I... I’m sorry.... I’ll, I’ll wipe it up....-”
The center of her skirt was soaked, and there was so much water spilled on the floor that he couldn't even guess how excited she was. Her wet panties couldn't do their job, and water kept dripping onto the floor. Eventually, as soon as he looked at the floor and her skirt, she began to tremble, unable to even finish her sentence, and began to pour yellow liquid onto the floor as if she had reached a climax in the middle of it all.
Naturally, he had no idea why she was in this state. He just stared at her with a look of utter bewilderment, thinking, ‘So, this, she, why is she doing this right now. Why...? Why!’