What the Hell Are You Showing Me?!
What the hell are you showing me!! For a whole week, I endured all sorts of humiliations while getting drilled in Master's standards for sexual harassment.
Above all, Master never touched me physically, not even once.
'She just talks about raping me but doesn't actually pounce. Whew.'
For some reason, Master strictly adhered to this boundary.
Maybe because touching would cross into outright sexual assault territory.
She could violate me anytime she wanted, but Master was holding back, restraining herself with patience.
Honestly, that might be the scariest part. The day her limits snap, she'll unleash all that pent-up lust at once.
"Disciple."
"Y-yes...?"
"Come here."
Anyway, it seemed Master viewed sexual harassment as limited to things like snapping lewd photos and sending them over, or cracking dirty jokes.
"Kneel there and watch me jerk off."
"...Pardon?"
"Tch."
Or maybe not...?
Master seemed to have sexual desires that exceeded my wildest guesses.
"Hoo, fuck, this is turning me on so bad. You little slut... "
"Master, this is getting out of hand."
"Shut up! Keep your face down there and watch my pussy get fingered. Soon it'll be your dick instead of my fingers."
Squelch, squelch.
Her fingers slid into the tight little hole.
Before long, they were slick with her juices.
It was such a terrifying sight I wanted to look away, but Master wouldn't allow it.
"Don't close your eyes—watch up close. You want me pissed?"
"Ugh..."
"Keep staring like that. Heh, yeah!"
Even as she forced me into this twisted act, Master showed zero guilt.
Was she just enjoying this situation?
It was violent, depraved. I knew I shouldn't, but like I was entranced, I kept watching the scene.
"Ah, this isn't stimulating enough."
As if saying it for me to hear, Master muttered to herself and fetched a long pillow from the bedroom.
It was huge—practically person-sized. Where the hell do they even sell something like that?
"Watch closely. This is your future."
The pillow's purpose became clear right away. Master wedged it between her legs and started grinding against it wildly.
"Hngh, this is the best. Feels just like riding a real person."
Thud thud thud thud.
The pillow thrashed like it might rip apart.
Master gripped it tight with those powerful, muscled thighs, locking it in place.
...I can see my future all too clearly.
'If Master ever mounts me...'
Those thighs would clamp down on my body first, pinning me solid. I'd be helpless.
Then her pussy would swallow me up without fail.
Is there any way I could escape from under her with my own strength...?
A LV.89 player could flip a truck barehanded.
"You fucking bastard, fucking bastard. Goddamn fucking prick."
Unlike her appearance, Master had a filthy mouth.
In the world I came from, women like her were elegant and aristocratic as a rule.
But here, even a beauty like Master spat curses like some day-laborer hardened by rough jobs.
"Don't look away—eyes front!"
Her near-threat froze me in place.
Like a viper's bite, I couldn't even think of fleeing—I just had to watch my master's bizarre masturbation show.
"Ngh!"
Finally, Master climaxed, letting out a groan as she squirted her juices.
So women make faces like that when they cum. First time I've seen it.
The elegant Master, lost in orgasm.
It's a natural bodily function, but somehow I couldn't accept it.
After all, I'd learned under her how extraordinary she was.
'And this incredible woman is lusting after me.'
Anyone in Korea has heard of Sword Saint Ryu Ga-eul.
She awakened as a player young, racked up achievements in just five years.
She's a regular on national pride YouTube channels—and right now, she's directing that lust at me.
In the worst possible way.
'The scariest part is I can't even enjoy it.'
I kept imagining what it'd be like if I were the one trapped between those thighs instead of the pillow.
My dick sliding into that tight hole. Master would fuck me full-force.
No resisting. Not just the strength gap—the sheer size difference would paralyze me.
"Hoo."
Post-climax, Master sighed, unleashing a massive flood of juices.
She looked like she'd just worked out full-throttle.
Not from lack of stamina—probably just the arousal.
"Ah..."
"Someday I'll have you under me. You fucking slut."
"P-please stop saying stuff like that."
"Stop? Says who."
"It's my body, so I say so!"
But Master's response defied all common sense. She acted like shame was a foreign concept.
"The fuck makes it your body, you slut."
Her total denial of my property rights left me speechless. Overwhelmed by Master's airtight logic, I had no choice but to shut up.
That afternoon, I got word that the Goddess's Perfume I'd put up for auction had passed all verifications.
"It's graded Unique? What the hell's that?"
The certificate stated the Goddess's Perfume was Unique grade—a term I'd never heard, sparking my curiosity.
"You really know jack shit about this industry, huh?"
Master's sharp rebuke left me without a retort. She was right; I'd only been in this game two months, so I knew zilch.
"All items have grades: Normal, Rare, Unique, Epic, Legendary. Five tiers."
"Aha..."
"Higher grade means rarer and pricier, obviously."
Normal folks can't tell the grade without an appraisal item or the Appraise trait.
"Players always buy gear with basic appraisal. Here, borrow mine."
"Thank you!"
Using Master's monocle, I checked—and sure enough, [Unique] floated next to the Goddess's Perfume.
'All of Master's weapons are Epic or higher...'
Scanning her body with the appraisal item revealed everything she carried was Epic+.
Makes sense for a high-level player, decked out in top gear.
"Welcome! Park Hyunwoo, sir. We've safely received the Goddess's Perfume from your master. Appraised at 20 million won."
Way more than I'd expected—20 million!
Unable to hide my glee, I moved to sell it right away.
"Yes! Understood. I'd like to sell it immediately—"
"However, there's a slight issue. Lately, Goddess's Perfume prices have spiked dramatically. Being Unique grade means supply is short."
But the appraiser auntie veered off in a different direction than I'd anticipated.
"With demand outstripping supply, prices had to rise. Paradoxically, that drop in demand has—"
Wouldn't that make prices fall again...? She was spouting confusing nonsense.
"So, for the Goddess's Perfume..."
"The fuck is this bullshit?"
That's when Master, who'd tagged along, spat a curse and cut in.
Master was using an perception-blocking item to avoid street recognition, so the appraiser only now realized the Sword Saint was present.
"R-Ryu Ga-eul? Honored senior!"
The auntie was clearly older, yet she used utmost deference, calling Master "senior."
Turned out player hierarchy was based on levels—10+ apart meant senior/junior treatment.
Ridiculous custom, really.
"Your junior here's pulling some dogshit moves? Thought auction houses quit ladder-kicking these days."
"No, it's just..."
"Save your pussy-ass excuses for your mom's grave. Think I can't see you're lowballing?"
Master openly pressured the appraiser.
"Be nice and appraise it right—before I chat with your guild master."
"W-well, the price really is..."
"I know that. Heard your guild's hurting for customers, twiddling thumbs? Let's fix that. Clear your toxic stock."
Master grinned viciously, squeezing the appraiser.
"Barter it is. Solves both our headaches."
How many times has she pulled this? Master's negotiation skills were top-tier.