The Subjugation of Seo Jia
From that moment on, he held the reins entirely, and she—
“Ah♡ Ah♡ M-Master♡ Deeper♡”
“Speak clearly. Don’t keep pretending you can’t breathe.”
She buried her face into the mattress, lifting only her hips to receive him. Even when he moved his waist just a fraction, she would startle, letting out moans that defied description. He alternated between being agonizingly gentle and brutally rough. After forcing her to finish a whole bottle of wine, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck, forcing a kiss while pouring more alcohol down her throat.
“Is it tasty? What should you say when I spit it directly into your filthy mouth?”
“Th-thank... haa♡ Thank you... haa♡”
SLAP—
“Hngh...♡ D-don’t hit me♡ It hurts... so much...!”
“Speak properly. You’re such a slut, you don’t even cum from this, do you?”
Contrary to his words, the sheets all over the bed were soaked. Even while she moaned under his thrusts, the fluids streaming down her thighs from between her legs drenched the sheets where her knees were pressed together. Now, while taking her from behind, he shoved two fingers into her mouth and commanded her to lick them.
“Nngh♡ Ugh, slurp♡ Kiss, it’s so tasty...♡”
“You forgot your greeting, you fucking bitch. Huh?”
SLAP—
“Haa♡”
While she was distracted, he pressed his member deep against her cervix and ejaculated as if purging waste. She trembled violently at the overwhelming sensation of foreign matter filling her. He pulled back, watching as she, who had been clutching the pillow as if to tear it apart at the peak of her climax, slowly collapsed.
Her buttocks were bruised red from being struck repeatedly, to the point where blood was almost seeping through. And that wasn’t all—he had struck her breasts multiple times as well. Having used every position imaginable to empty himself into her, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction that he had successfully, thoroughly broken her.
Between her plump, beautiful buttocks, from her pink, swollen slit, his semen gushed out in thick, rhythmic pulses. Unlike the past, when she would have covered herself in shame, she now lay completely prone, her belly pressed against the bed, her legs spread wide. Her movements had slowed, and she could barely steady her trembling body.
“It’s not good. You only made me cum four times. Hey, you should have squeezed harder. Do you think you can make money like this?”
“...”
She turned her head slightly, resting on the pillow, gasping for air. It was a sensation she had never felt before. It wasn’t the feeling she had experienced when she was loved by her husband or a lover. It was the feeling of a woman who sold her smiles and beauty to an executive, only to be dragged to a hotel, ravished roughly, and—though she hadn’t said no—forced to endure a brutal internal ejaculation. A mix of moral corruption, shame, and—
“Do it properly next time. It’s fucking terrible.”
A few yellow banknotes fluttered down beside her line of sight. She didn’t reach for them, but the final emotion she felt just by looking at them was clear: humiliation. The feeling that she had truly sold her body to him made her want to vomit, but she suppressed the urge, merely shivering slightly.
Watching her sprawled out, he had indulged in all sorts of depraved acts while drunk. Just before heading to the shower, he spat.
“Isn’t this good for you? Should I spit on you one more time?”
“...”
While he was in the bathroom, she slowly curled her body inward. The sight of the money on the floor kept catching her eye, souring her mood. She felt a flicker of annoyance. And then, that annoyance vanished. Because—
“My great Master, who turns the rude Seo Jia into a true female♡”
The words came from the bottom of her heart. It was a strange feeling. She was angry, she was annoyed, she felt so ashamed she wanted to die, and she even wanted to kill the man who had always treated her with such high regard only to cast her into the abyss in an instant—
‘...It’s too good... What is this...♥’
Even on days when she was ravished to the point of losing consciousness, in her heart, she was still planning how to pull him back into her grasp. The next day would be the same. ‘He’ll like it if I do this, he’s such a straight-laced, cute, younger-brother-like husband. He doesn’t get treated like this usually, so he’ll love it, and in the end, he’ll keep thinking about it and accept me as his wife again... And then, from that point on...’ That was what she had thought, but once they entered the hotel and she began to mix her body with his—no, while she was being forcibly ravished by him—the only thought in her mind was Master. All those negative feelings didn’t just vanish; they were replaced. The way she used to look down on him, the way she treated him like a subordinate, the way she called him a foolish child—all of it had evaporated.
Then, other strange emotions began to fill that empty space in her heart.
‘It feels good, but it’s scary... terror, the feeling of dying... the way he looks at me, his expressions, his words, as if he’s really going to hurt me... But I love it so much...’
After he showered and came out, he looked at the bed. She had fallen asleep without even picking up the money.
However—
“Keep sleeping, seriously. Hey, aren’t you waking up?”
“....! Ah, aa...!”
When she opened her eyes, she saw him inserting himself into her to force her awake. Her eyes widened, and she begged him to stop. It was truly impossible. She had already climaxed enough; if they went any further, her body wouldn’t hold up. She reached out to touch his chest, but—
“Stop touching me with your hands, you filthy thing. Get them away.”
“....Ah... y-yes...”
“You’re just a bitch I can fuck whenever I want to. Got it?”
Seeing his expression, she seemed frightened and pulled the white duvet lying nearby to cover her neck and mouth. Even so, he entered her in the missionary position, leaning his upper body down as if sinking into her, while biting her breasts and pulling the blanket slightly higher. Stimulated from both above and below, she gasped.
“D-dangerous♡ Already...♡ I’m going to...♡ Master♡ Master♡ Really...♡”
“What’s dangerous? You’re enjoying it too, aren’t you? That’s why you’re leaking.”
“Really...! It’s really dang... ugh♡ Dang...erous...!”
Without any foreplay, he thrust into her, using the slickness of his own semen as lubricant, moving his waist as he pleased. She bit down hard on the blanket, trying to buy time until she reached her peak, but her body, already primed, acted independently of her will. In the end—
“I just showered, and you’re dirtying me up like this.”
“Aaaa... S-sorry, I’m so, so sorry...♡ I’ll, I’ll wipe it off...♡”
“Did I tell you to move your hands?”
He bit down hard on her nipple. She jerked her waist upward, and the fluid that hadn’t yet escaped spilled out, soaking his member.
“I told you, you aren’t sleeping today.”
“It’s... it’s too hard...♡”
“You, fucking—”
SLAP—
“Who the hell do you think you are, saying it’s hard—”
SLAP—
“Stop acting crazy, you fucking bitch... Haa, you slut, hey—”
SLAP—
He struck her breasts repeatedly, but every time he did, she sprayed fluid, proving that her body was loving it. Though, looking at her face from above, she looked deathly pale.
“St-stop...! M-Master, I’ll let you fuck me until I die...♡”
“That’s how it should be.”
They fucked so intensely that the sound of their skin colliding could be heard outside the hotel room door.
“...Umm...”
He woke up. It was 11:00 AM. He nearly fainted after checking the clock. There were likely mountains of missed calls from other employees. He quickly sat up, rubbing his eyes. Normally, his wardrobe would be right in front of the bed, with the dressing room and shower to the right, but—
“...?”
A large TV was mounted on the wall in front of him, and various clothes were scattered all over the floor. Since this wasn’t his familiar reality, he tried to make sense of the situation. As he sat there, dazed, he turned his head slightly to the side.
‘Fucking hell, what is this again...!’
Naturally, he had no memory of it. He remembered her coming into his room to pour him a drink, and getting into a car and heading somewhere with her. That was the extent of his memory. After that, nothing. No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t recall a single thing. He quickly washed his hair and face before heading out.
Only then, having hurried into the bathroom, did he notice the surroundings.
“......”
The hotel had a quite luxurious interior, the space was remarkably wide, and it was clearly a suite. However, for such an expensive room, it looked as if it had been used by a slob; the room was in absolute disarray. The most chaotic sight was her, still sleeping with only the blanket draped slightly over her waist.
‘What happened... what did I do...’
On her buttocks, where the traces of semen were clearly visible, there were also countless red handprints. Looking closer, there were over a dozen hickeys on her neck, and the same below. Her pale breasts were mostly red. There were several bite marks on her arms. And the puddles of fluid all around.
Unable to accept reality, he decided to leave as quickly as possible and head to the office. While he was putting on his clothes—
“....”
Feeling a gaze from behind, he turned his head and met her eyes. He let out a deep sigh.
“Whatever, I’m late. Don’t talk to me. Why on earth did you come there yesterday? From now on...”
He looked out the window, wondering where he was—was this the Jung-gu area? Then, by taxi to the office... no, would the subway be faster? Should he call the driver? Ah, he had wronged the driver, too. He must have been waiting in front of his house. As he was lost in thought, he felt a strange sense of dissonance—he should have heard her speaking, but there was silence. When he turned back around—
“...”
“....?”
“Ah... well, um...”
Looking at her after turning around, she was blushing even more deeply than her reddened breasts. She covered her body with the blanket and looked at him with a strange, mysterious gaze. Unable to say anything more to her, seeing an expression he had never seen before, he just stood there.
‘What does that mean? What happened yesterday...?’
‘Is she... is she going to kill me?’
Just as he was thinking that, she slowly approached him, covering her body with the blanket. Wearing the blanket like a cape over her shoulders, she pressed herself close to him, her cheeks turning even redder. After a moment of hesitation, she picked up his tie from the table and tightened it perfectly around his neck.
“...You can take your time... getting to work....”
“...?”
“I... I already told them... Please, don’t get into any accidents... take care... on your way.”
Is this the end? He looked at her, wondering, but she kept her eyes fixed only on his tie, speaking in a small, cautious voice.
“...I won’t come find you without asking... I’ll wait patiently at home. Do your best today.”
What the hell did I do yesterday?