The Master Fucks Her Disciple (1)
A week passed, and the dojo began to change bit by bit.
"Hmph... not bad."
The master had bought a ton of stuff and decorated every corner of the dojo. It was like she was preparing for Christmas.
On top of that, she'd stacked boxes of condoms everywhere...
"Still not enough, huh? Whatever. I can always buy more if needed."
She kept pulling them out and putting them back—probably just to show off.
You're not leaving this place no matter what. So accept your fate...
Was that the threat she was going for? Totally something the master would do.
"I hope that day comes sooner. Yeah, real soon."
Two days later, her behavior got even weirder.
"Suuuuuuck... haaaaaah."
She hadn't laid a hand on me for days, and it looked like her pent-up lust was driving her crazy.
Every time she came back from Babel, her twisted expression scared the shit out of me.
"Hyunwoo."
"Yes, Master?"
"Could you not walk like that in front of me? Your male scent is too strong—I can't hold back."
I was just walking normally. What the hell did I do wrong?
"Aren't you being a bit too sensitive? I was just walking like normal."
"That's the problem! Who told you to wear that?"
You did, Master.
You made me wear shorts and a tank top—in this weather!
"You're talking nonsense again... Fine. I'll cover up completely, skin and all."
I bolted to my room and changed, bundling up tight even in my outer layers.
"Huff... huff!"
"...What's wrong this time?"
"Trying so hard not to show me any skin... it's too fucking hot."
"Maybe see a doctor, Master."
Sincere advice. At this rate, she was gonna lose her mind.
"Don't tempt me unconsciously... you could die."
"Hmmm~"
Getting fucked was inevitable in a few days anyway. Time to mentally prepare.
Still, treating me like easy prey pisses me off.
She'd always done whatever she wanted, but I hated being seen as a pushover.
Maybe tease her a little.
She didn't seem like she'd touch me for the next four days.
Starving herself beforehand to savor the meal more? Classic master move. I couldn't help but smirk.
"You look like you're in pain, Master. Especially your pussy?"
"You... "
"Want me to suck one out for you?"
I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue. Her face crumpled like she was about to cry.
"Don't provoke me... you'll regret it. You?"
"Hmmm~ Who knows. But what if I cleared the 30th floor and saved up the money?"
I hadn't actually saved shit. No way I could pay it back, so I just sold items for cash.
"You... "
"Unique items sell for a fortune, right? Could cover the interest at least."
"That'll never happen, not even if you die. Relax—you're getting fucked."
She was kinda cute like this. I laughed openly, stroking my thigh.
"...Stop."
"We're fucking in a few days anyway. Can't even handle this?"
"You know I swore not to fuck you right now, that's why you're doing this."
"Exactly, Master. Like skipping snacks before a buffet—you're hyped as hell."
I stroked my glossy black hair, ramping up the tease. She looked seriously pissed now.
...Scary. She'd fuck me to death in a few days for real.
But I couldn't stop. Wanted to mess with her more.
"Aren't you kinda lame, Master?"
"...What the hell does that mean?"
"If you wanted to fuck me that bad, you should've done it from the start. Scared or something?"
Grind. Her teeth gnashed audibly.
"Better watch how much you provoke me, disciple. This master isn't holding back because she's weak."
"I know. You made that complicated contract to savor me properly. But if you weren't lame, you'd have fucked me months ago."
Her reaction was explosive. Her skin flushed hot with rage.
"Heh... I like this side of you. You're mine anyway. Oscar bait or whatever—they call it that? Yeah, your cockiness makes it better. No guilt when I fuck you."
She stormed off to her room and locked the door.
...What the fuck. Creepy.
Her personality, man...
In four days, she'd ravage me hard.
Real hard, over and over...
Her tight pussy swallowing my cock.
Even just the tip made my whole body reel. All the way in? Fuck.
Hoo.
Best cure for a racing mind: Babel raids. I went in, killed some giants, and leveled up a bit.
Two days before the fateful day.
Ryu Ga-eul stared at Hyunwoo, then retreated to her room.
Not yet. That tiny, insolent brat would cry on the bed. In two days.
Hold it together. Endure.
The day before, at midnight sharp, she bolted upright.
Just in case her disciple tried to run. He didn't, of course—snoring innocently in his room.
Cute.
Truth be told, Hyunwoo's looks screamed for doting affection, not lust.
Not for her, though.
Another 24 hours to wait?
Every minute, every second dragged. She was on the verge of exploding.
Why the fuck were there still 24 hours left?
She sighed in frustration but held back.
You endured seven months, Ga-eul... Don't ruin it with some dumb impulse.
No way. Starting tomorrow, every day would be pure bliss.
Training time for real now.
Seven months.
Over half a year.
So much had happened, and Hyunwoo had grown insanely.
New year in a month...
Let's have fun next year too, Hyunwoo.
She kissed his forehead and returned to her room, sleeping like the dead all day.
...What the hell is she planning tomorrow?
Not even a peep from her—pure terror for Hyunwoo.
Too late to run now? I teased her too much those past days. Regret it?
Realization hit: he'd earned this. Way too late, though.
Next morning, 9 a.m.
"Finally."
Ryu Ga-eul emerged from her room, fully prepped.
"Finally!"
She whooped, striding to her disciple. His terrified face ignited her lust like wildfire.
"Finally!"
By the third shout, she stood before him.
"To my room."
Cowed by her commanding tone, Hyunwoo followed mutely.
"Sit."
"Not starting right aw—"
"Sit."
He realized it then: his master had superhuman patience.
One more poke, and she'd legally rape him senseless.
"Look at the camera and greet it."
"...Huh?"
"Greet it."
"Uh, okay. Hello..."
"Say what we're doing today."
She sat beside him on the bed, handing over a script. He read it perfectly.
"M-Master and I, Hyunwoo, are about to exchange virginities."
"How many times will you get fucked?"
"Five..."
"No. At least ten."
She coiled around his waist, continuing. Her blatant lust sent chills down his spine.
"Got it."
"Huff, huff... Strip. In front of the camera."
He obeyed. Next: spread your legs. He did.
Soon she stripped too, legs splayed wide. Both in the same pose.
"Perfect shot. Clean now... but it'll get filthy soon. You get it, Hyunwoo?"
He didn't want to, but answered.
"Yes."
"Lie down."
His body hit the bed forcibly. Hands roamed everywhere.
"Ah... ahh, uhaaa!"
"I told you. From today, I'll fuck you senseless. Get ready—you'll never live without me."
The inescapable fate came true.