I Will Marry the Masochistic Sex Slave of Humiliation
"...Will you marry me, your masochistic slave of humiliation? Ahh♥ Haa, ah♥!"
On the screen, she was proposing to me as she took the dog's hot semen. Before that utterly unreal sight, I froze, forgetting even how to breathe.
Until now, I'd thought we were just tragic protagonists. A man and woman who barely knew each other, forced into a sham marriage by the organization's command. At first, I loved that the goddess I'd admired alone was now my wife. Even after learning her lewd truth, that feeling never changed. If anything, watching her shine brilliantly even in the abyss of masochism drew me in like a spell, making me fall hopelessly in love.
I thought it was just my one-sided love. I figured she was marrying me only to obey her masters' orders. But unbelievably, she liked me too. Even if it was a twisted masochistic affection...
Ahh, so that's how it was.
A strange elation bubbled up from a corner of my chest. Right now, she was the dog's slave, whispering for us to fall into depravity together forever. By all reason, I should condemn that grotesque proposal and spit on it—but to me now, it sounded like sweet salvation.
If my fall was the version of me she desired, I'd gladly embrace that abyss. I was ready to plummet to the very bottom with her. It felt like the only sanctuary where we could truly become one.
Enthralled, I stared at the screen and parted my trembling lips to answer.
"I will marry Lee Seol, the masochistic slave of humiliation."
It was the most wretched and beautiful vow of ruin in the world.
As my oath ended, hot tears streamed from her eyes in reality.
-Drip... drip... drip-
They were like the tears of a girl confessing to her first love, holding her breath for an answer, finally hearing 'YES.' Tears of relief and joy. But on her face—once like a pure girl's—lingered an unmistakable, eerie aura. The innocent woman's happiness blended strangely with the fallen goddess's allure. Two incompatible faces merged oddly on her features.
Weeping, she slowly rose. Without even wiping the traces of semen from her lips, she approached seductively and cupped my face, pressing her soft lips to mine. It was her heartfelt confession of love, finally at ease after her inner anxiety.
When she first returned, even as we embraced, sobbing and kissing, an inexplicable unease shadowed her eyes. But now, she looked utterly relaxed, as if she'd set down all her burdens, becoming one with me completely.
She'd feared I'd condemn her ugliness upon learning she took pleasure in my tragedy—driving me to ruin and reveling in it. But seeing me accept even that side of her, vowing to fall with her just to stay by her side, she finally opened her heart.
No fear remained on her face; she looked more serene than ever.
We savored each other's warmth in a quiet kiss. Her relaxed breath flowed across my lips.
"Ah, aaaah! So hot, too hot...! Eugh, aaahn♥♥!"
On the screen, she was still pinned to Rex's swollen cock, intermittently receiving blasts of the dog's scorching semen.
No longer denying herself, she'd bared her ugly true nature. Lee Tae-sin tossed a ring before her.
"Clink—."
The sharp metallic clatter echoed across the cold floor.
"Now, pick it up and put it on."
Enthralled, Lee Seol reached out and grasped the shameful ring stamped with the dog's paw print. With ecstatic eyes, she kissed it. Then, without hesitation, she slid the symbol of depravity deep onto her left ring finger.
-Fizzle-
Suddenly, the video cut out. When the monitor flickered back on, an unexpected scene appeared.
There we were, kissing passionately, feeling true oneness.
"Ha..."
Startled for a moment, I quickly understood. This organization's meticulously cruel training show was still ongoing—from her wretched return to the hotel room, through the horrific sight of her mating with the dog, to my vow to spend my life with her. Even our tearful reunion and confession of fall were part of the show.
The video showed the Pantheon training stage. The screen above displayed me and her. Then the camera panned to the packed audience in real time.
How did these old men have the stamina...? I couldn't fathom them watching this training show for over twelve hours since the wedding began. But recalling what Park Manager had told me cleared it up.
Beneath Korea's finest hotel lay Pantheon's secret training hall—larger and more lavish than the main building. It was a paradise for the chosen 199, beyond mere playground. 199 ultra-luxury suites offered one-on-one prostitution and rest, with Michelin-star restaurants and top medical facilities always running. Exhausted elders got special nutrient injections from medics, recovering with just an hour or two of sleep to return to the feast of greed.
It was also the ultimate business hub where Korea's economic, political, media, and religious titans gathered. Under Pantheon's rigorous system, bribes flowed without trace or surveillance. Vast conspiracies and power traded casually.
During this over-twelve-hour brutal training show, they leisurely sliced steaks, sealed trillion-won deals, or ravished women in bedrooms. But now, as the climax approached, the hall was full.
My uneasy hunch was right. The hotel room door burst open. There stood Lee Hyun. And he wasn't alone.
Gripping Rex's leash, he strode in arrogantly.
As soon as Lee Hyun entered, he shouted maniacally at the cameras everywhere.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Finally, the highlight of today's show!"
At their entrance, her eyes—moments ago locked in sincere love's kiss with me—grew wet and submissive. As if entranced, she took my hand and walked toward them of her own accord.
"Come on... Kanghan-ssi..."
Her voice was so sweetly alluring. Her touch, leading me to ruin, was sweetly soaked in forbidden warmth. My soul, bound by her masochistic lewdness, followed the irresistible pull toward the stage of doom.
No hesitation lingered in her now. Accepting herself as the perfect victim of humiliation, she knelt naturally before Rex's massive form.
"Kanghan-ssi too... like this..."
With impossibly soft, warm words, she made me assume the same humiliating pose. Her bewitching face, steeped in masochism, shone like a fallen goddess.
All will stripped away, I couldn't defy her silent command.
Lee Hyun sneered at me.
"Hey, brother-in-law—or ex-brother-in-law now? Anyway, bring the ring box."
I fetched the ring box she'd rejected. Lee Hyun shortened Rex's leash and said,
"Now, before Rex Master, the ring exchange proclaiming the birth of a slave couple. Put them on each other."
The sacred wedding rings Rex had carried as ring bearer on our wedding day.
"Kanghan-ssi..."
Kneeling before the aroused beast, she slipped the ring onto my left ring finger with a seductive expression. Though mocked by Pantheon's elders, her giving it to me filled my heart with strange joy.
I tried to do the same, but her left ring finger already bore Rex's paw-printed ring firmly. As I fumbled to layer mine atop it, she shook her head with lascivious gleam in her eyes.
For a fleeting instant in her ever-submissive gaze, a sadistic hunger flashed.
She rose slowly and extended her pristine left foot toward my face.
"Kanghan-ssi, this is the place for your ring."
Her downward gaze was no longer the old her. It was the ripe whore's eyes, having shed shame and embraced fall as identity. Even Lee Hyun—her brother who'd treated her like a slave—trembled slightly.
This wasn't his sister groveling for masochistic bliss at his feet. In this moment, she was a predatory goddess making even the predator's heart race.
The ripple didn't stop at Lee Hyun. Pantheon's elders, watching on the big screen, gasped in unison. Her cool, ripe gaze over the monitor enthralled even the greed-hardened old powers.
Her masochistic instincts fully bloomed, intertwining with her twisted love for me, reborn as an irresistible goddess of depravity no one could deny.
In a soft, seductive voice, she said,
"Come on..."
She wiggled her foot impatiently. Unrealistically smooth and pale, her toenails painted crimson pedicure deepened her allure.
Enthralled, I obeyed without resistance and kissed her foot.
"Mwah."
Utterly sweet and wretched submission.
"Haa..."
A short moan escaped her lips. My pathetic surrender stimulated her; the rod in her pussy plug began throbbing on its own.
With trembling hands, I picked up our sacred wedding ring and slowly slid it onto her left fourth toe—not her finger.
It fit perfectly, as if made for her toe from the start.
"Ah..."
Of course. The ring was custom-made to her toe size. All part of Lee Tae-sin's meticulously scripted plan. He'd foreseen and prepared everything.
Thinking of him choked me. The foe I'd one day fight to protect her and our child loomed like an endless mountain.
But lost in her beauty now, I decided to savor the moment.
She wiggled her toes seductively, beaming innocently as if delighted by the ring from me on her toe. Even if a humiliating mark on her foot instead of finger, it didn't matter. Knowing our vow, our bond, marked her body somewhere satisfied me.
But Rex wouldn't tolerate his bitch focusing on me before her master. Snorting roughly in displeasure, he began spraying hot prostate fluid like urine from his cock.
"Splurt... sploosh..."
The musky, potent male scent filled the room instantly—a brutal declaration of ownership.
"Ah... haa..."
Her body quivered instinctively at the stench. Her innocent smile toward me twisted into animal lust; like gravity's pull, she knelt before Rex again.
The floor was soaked in his fluids. His sticky secretion now dirtied her pale foot and the ring.
Our noble vow's token defiled by beastly ooze. Yet she treated the foul slickness like ecstatic caress, wiggling her wetting toes to smear it on our ring.
She took Rex's cock in her mouth. Licking up every drop of prostate fluid he'd spilled, kissing and sucking it devotedly.
Yet amid this abject fall, she reached out her right hand and gripped mine tightly. Feeling her hold warmed my heart. Reassured. Even if I couldn't be her first, in this moment, I had a place in her heart. That alone made me happy. Her warmth sustained me. So I endured this excruciating humiliation—my bride stolen by a dog before Pantheon's crowd—in silence.
Rex growled deeply from his throat, unable to hold back. Understanding his tongue, she turned her back to him, prostrating and offering her plump ass.
Now facing me.
"Kanghan-ssi..."
Calling my name, she warmly clasped both my hands. Her faint body heat reached me through our palms. Gazing at me with utmost tenderness and cruel seductiveness, she smiled. Her eyes, drowned in masochistic ecstasy, lost focus and hazed. Yet beyond that haze flickered a strange flame.
Her sadistic wish for me to despair endlessly watching her degraded below human by the dog. Yet also relief and reliance on me beside her in this hellish moment, after enduring Pantheon's gaze alone so long. Those two tangled in her dim eyes.
"Haa, haa...!"
Sweet moans began spilling. Her anus twitched greedily in anticipation.
Rex mounted her slender back in a flash.
"Ahk... eut!"
The beast's heavy weight crushed her; its feral throbbing transmitted through her hand to me. Her pussy plugged, that inhumanly massive cock invaded her anus mercilessly.
The monstrous pistoning before my eyes was overwhelming. Harsh friction and flesh-slapping filled the room; her frail body shook helplessly to the brute's rhythm.
Squelch, splat-!
Her anus swelled red, near bursting to accommodate the beast's girth. Thud! Thud! Splack-!
The dog's thrusts were leagues beyond human. Each slam sent her paper-thin frame reeling; her slim waist, pinned by forepaws, bent grotesquely like screaming.
"Ah...! Aaaang! Haa, eugh...!"
Clutching my hands crushingly, she bit her lip and moaned. The beast's coarse fur and hot hide pounded her white ass relentlessly. Slap, slap! Raw flesh-collision echoed in the quiet room.
As if taming to the mass, her anus spasmed instinctively. Each plunge of the pillar everted and sucked her inner walls.
Watching human dignity shatter so pathetically plunged me into unbearable misery.
"Haa, ah...! Eeeugh, hng...! Aaang! ♥"
Even lost in the beast's savage pounding, she sensed my pain uncannily. Sadism flared in her hazy eyes—the ripe whore's malice. Her viciously warped love for me gleamed coldly.
"My precious bridegroom... Lee Seol."
Even as her mind succumbed to pleasure like a mindless beast, knowing I held a place there brought me wretched relief.