The Transformation of the Abandoned
By the time summer vacation was drawing to a close, the ice cream shop run by Han Sujeong had finally opened. There were many complex procedures involved, but with the help of the real estate agent Lee Seonyeong and my own legwork, we managed to take over the business and open it successfully. Originally, I had opened the shop to provide a livelihood for Sujeong and Minyoung, but since the two of them moved into my house as House Slaves, I effectively became responsible for the mother and daughter's living expenses. Therefore, at Sujeong's earnest request, we settled on a system where I pay her a fixed monthly salary, and I take the remaining profits. Even so, that salary is likely higher than the starting pay at most major corporations. Since their living expenses are almost non-existent, they should be able to save over seventy or eighty percent of their salary if they don't waste it on personal whims, and with the rent money coming in from the house they used to live in, they should be able to live without worrying about money.
Sujeong decided to work from the morning until about 2:00 or 3:00 PM, and after getting off work, she would take care of her body and the housework. If Minyoung is around, she helps with the chores, and the two of them handle everything. That is what a House Slave is. Literally, someone who enters the master's house to live as a slave. It’s not that I treat them harshly, but I’ve heard that in some cases, they are treated like real slaves—forced into labor, sex slavery, and sometimes even used as public property or "fleshlights" for the master's acquaintances. Some people can't stand that and end their master-slave contracts to run away, which is something I find hard to understand. They are the type of people who find satisfaction and joy in being dominated and subordinated by a master; they aren't actual slaves or non-human objects, so I believe they shouldn't be treated as such, and that it should be enjoyed within a range that satisfies both parties. The problem is that there are Doms who can't distinguish between the two and mistake themselves for masters owning slaves in the Middle Ages.
I don't know why I was thinking about all that, but anyway, once the mother-daughter bitch duo entered as House Slaves, they couldn't escape their responsibilities as housekeepers and sex slaves. I didn't bring them in to wait on them hand and foot... As I said several times beforehand, a House Slave contract is one that, on the surface, only benefits the master. It was a result achieved because they accepted it despite knowing that. And since the women living with me now are sufficiently satisfied, that’s all that matters. The fact that they are satisfied isn't just my wishful thinking—it's a fact based on the reality that I can always peer into their inner thoughts. My aunt also seems to get along well with the two bitches since they serve her so diligently, and seeing them become a bit more honest and bright, I think bringing them into the house was the right move.
Thus, my life with the three women adapted as everyone found satisfaction, and before I knew it, September arrived, the vacation ended, and school started. The sun was still hot, and people's clothes hadn't yet shifted away from summer, but time marched on steadily toward autumn. The first woman I met after school started was, unexpectedly, the exhibitionist Kim Areum. We hadn't met that often during the semester, and during the vacation, I had barely paid any attention to her due to various other matters. From the start, our relationship was built on threats and rape. No matter how much I intended to read her desires and resolve them, threats and rape don't easily turn into affection. However, it seems Kim Areum was a bit different.
The first thing she said when we met at a cafe, following her request to see me as soon as school started, was, "Why didn't you contact me even once during the vacation?"
It’s embarrassing to say out loud that I missed you. You said you’d corrupt me, but you didn't even contact me once. You're too much.
I remembered her subordination level being in the 60s before the vacation, but in the time we were apart, it had climbed to 80. And her inner thoughts were filled with resentment and disappointment toward me for being indifferent. While I didn't fully understand it, on the other hand, when I thought about the women who had been fucked by my cock, I could understand her becoming subordinate to me regardless of the process.
"Isn't it better for you if I don't contact you?" I asked, implying that it should have been good for her not to be forced by me.
"Are you saying that because you really don't know?"
"I'm asking because I don't know."
Of course, I knew. But I looked into her eyes with an indifferent gaze, pretending not to know, and answered shamelessly.
"Haa... how did I fall for such a bad guy..."
She muttered it quietly to herself, but it was clearly audible to my enhanced hearing. The woman who had been dragged around by me after I filmed her masturbating in a public restroom and the video of her losing her virginity to rape—it seems she finds her current self pathetic, the self that now has no choice but to fall for me and seek me out first. But isn't the nature of male-female relationships a battle where the one who likes the other more always loses?
"You meet a lot of women, don't you?"
"Not 'do you meet women,' but 'you meet a lot'..."
"With your looks and body, there must be plenty of women clinging to you even if you do nothing, and seeing how you handle me, it doesn't look like you've only met one or two women."
There are hardly any women clinging to me. I block them in advance by radiating my energy. But it's true that there are many women, so there was no need to lie, and I answered as it was.
"Hmm... That's right. There are many."
"Haa... can't you just lie and say there aren't? You're really lacking in manners."
"Why should I? I'm not someone who needs to impress you. The same goes for you. You haven't forgotten that we met through rape and threats, have you?"
"That's why... I'm a crazy bitch."
"Why the sudden self-deprecation?"
"That... include me too."
"Include you in what?" I asked, baffled by her sudden request.
"Include me officially among the women you meet."
Kim Areum wants to officially become my woman. She is a prime example of what happens if you neglect a woman whose subordination level has risen above a certain point.
"Are you saying that even though you know I'm not a good man?"
"I know. I know you're a bad guy. But... I've just come to realize that I can't escape you."
"I'm a person with strong desires for domination and possession. Do you know what that means?"
"Whether by choice or by force, I was already moving according to your will. And if I can't escape, I'm more grateful that you have a desire to possess me."
Everything she said was true. I already considered her mine, and I had no intention of letting her go. She had just been pushed down the priority list for a while. So, I radiated my energy along with the scent I had been controlling and gave her notice.
Secret Pheromone Secretion
"If you put it that way... fine. Kim Areum, I'll take you. Your body is now mine, and I won't allow your heart to hold anyone but me."
"Haa... yes. I understand. Thank you. For accepting me as your woman."
Kim Areum, the woman who used to masturbate in public in the men's restroom with a haughty expression, became my woman, thanking the man who had threatened and raped her.
"Good. Come here next to me."
"Yes."
She got up from her seat, came over, and sat next to me, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.
"Sniff... There's a sweet scent coming from you. What perfume do you use for it to smell this good?"
"I don't use anything like perfume."
"That can't be? You don't use perfume, but you have a scent like this?"
"What kind of scent are you talking about?"
As I said that, she lifted my arm and pretended to sniff here and there, then said, "I don't smell anything." I feigned ignorance, saying there was no scent. In reality, pheromones don't have any scent to my own nose, so I wasn't lying.
"Haa... It's a scent so sweet it makes my lower abdomen tremble... My body gets hot just smelling this. Haa..."
I lifted her up as she clung to my body, drunk on the pheromones and rubbing her thighs against me.
"You've become a pervert since I last saw you. What are you going to do, rubbing yourself like a bitch in heat here? Do you want me to fuck your pussy in front of everyone?"
"Haa... I don't know. Why am I like this? Maybe it's because it's been so long since I've seen you, but I can't stand it. Please, do something to me. Please! Haa... haa..."
The effect of the pheromones was certain. She had gone into heat so quickly that she was excited enough to cling to me without caring about her surroundings. We left the cafe, I took her to the car I had parked, put her in, and drove to a secluded area. Inside the enclosed car, my pheromones became even more concentrated, and her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
"Take off everything you're wearing."
"Ye-es."
In the moving car, she became completely naked in an instant, not caring about the eyes of others. The tint was dark so it wouldn't be visible from the outside, but she was so in heat that such things didn't even enter her mind right now. With her exhibitionism, she was even more aroused. On the way, we stopped at a traffic light next to a city bus, and several gazes from people on the bus were fixed on my car. Since it was a high-end imported SUV, it drew more attention than other cars, and when Kim Areum saw those gazes, she was momentarily flustered, embarrassed that she was being openly displayed even in her heat. Instead, I reached out and squeezed her breasts.
"Haa... Pe-people are watching. Hng..."
"So what if they are? You like this kind of thing, don't you?"
"Th-that's not true. If they see everything like this, what do I do?"
"You have your nipples standing straight up and saying that, but it's not convincing at all."
As I said that, I grabbed her erect nipples and twisted them.
"Hng... hng... ah, no..."
"Spread your legs and show your pussy to the people."
"Hng... Tae-Taejin-ssi..."
"Spread them before I roll the window all the way down."
I threatened her, and I actually rolled the window down just a crack. Startled, she begged and immediately lifted her legs, spreading them wide to reveal her pussy. Contrary to her words, her pussy was already soaked with pussy-juice, wetting the seat.
"Kim Areum. Don't make me say things twice from now on. You're dripping with pussy-juice because you like it, so why are you resisting?"
As I warned her while twisting her nipples hard, she was in pain, but thinking that she was having this done to her in front of people, she was extremely aroused, her waist twitching as she let out a small orgasm.
"Haak... yes. I understand... haaaang..."
"To orgasm alone without me even touching your pussy once... You really are a perverted bitch. Seriously."
"Haa... haa... I-I'm sorry. For being such a pervert..."
"What can you do? It's not like I accepted you as my woman without knowing you were a pervert."
Having brought her to a light orgasm just from the gazes of others, I drove to a nearby walking path with almost no people and parked the car. It was getting dark as the sun set, and although there were no people in sight, it was a situation where I didn't know when someone might appear for a walk. So, I ordered Kim Areum.
"Get out."