My Lover Reborn as a Masochistic Slave 1
On stage, Seo Ji-an's screams laced with moans hurtled toward unrelenting madness. The raw, slick friction of flesh plunged everyone in the venue into a collective frenzy. Lee Seol shuddered at the hot juices trickling down her thighs, despairing before this alien pleasure. In that hellish tableau, the only solace she could cling to was the warmth of her father Lee Hak-su, who gripped her hand like a vise at her side.
But...
"Mr. Lee Hak-su, it's your turn now."
The emcee's silky voice shattered the silence, summoning her father. Lee Seol's heart plummeted.
"That bitch lost in bestial rut has proven herself our perfect livestock. Now you must prove it too. Fuck your daughter, Lee Seol, with your own hands."
In truth, the honor of claiming Lee Seol's virginity held value enough to be auctioned off. But for the VIPs gathered here, such pleasures no longer sparked much interest—their thresholds had warped to grotesque heights. The sole way to satisfy these ancient monsters was to forge the most dazzling despair.
Who must defile Lee Seol to etch the deepest scar of ruin into her mind? The organization's cruel answer was Lee Hak-su himself. The moment her most trusted being transformed into her most horrific tormentor—her soul-rending scream would be a sweeter feast than any orgasm for them. To raise her into a masochistic slave surpassing even her mother demanded a profound branding of the soul.
At the thunderbolt declaration, Lee Seol clutched her father's hand tighter.
"Daddy... no... please..."
Her eyes quivered in terror. Lee Hak-su's did too, shaking violently. As a man, as a father, this was a line he could never cross. But the morality that had sustained him had already melted away under the aphrodisiac's fever in the car and the sight of his wife Seo Ji-an ravaged like an animal—reduced to tatters.
"Refuse, and the Pantheon will seize every position and asset you've built."
The emcee's ruthless ultimatum seeped into Lee Hak-su's ears like lethal poison.
"If you wish, take your wife and daughter and walk out that door with your head high. No one will stop you."
The emcee spread his arms like a merciful saint, but his next words pierced Lee Hak-su's heart like a dagger.
"However, at the end of those footsteps await your daughter's expulsion from the industry and your bankruptcy. By morning, your family will be penniless beggars on the street. And every business you run will be crushed at the organizational level. The Pantheon... shows no mercy to traitors."
The emcee sneered, adding,
"Ah... just letting you walk away unscathed is mercy enough."
The VIPs in the audience watched this riveting moral trial with bated breath. At the pinnacle of human society, they knew human nature with vicious clarity. Lee Hak-su's hands trembled. In that fleeting instant, as he weighed every future, his eyes clouded over.
Lee Seol, hearing the emcee's offer, seized her father's sleeve desperately, as if grasping salvation.
"Daddy...! Let's go. Take Mom and get out of here... please!"
Her voice was frantic. To her, a simple life with her parents was worth more than any spotlight's glare.
"We don't need money or power... We can just be happy together. Daddy, look at me... please?"
But as her earnest pleas continued, Lee Hak-su's head bowed lower.
We can just live happily. To a man who'd tasted the world, his daughter's pure faith rang like a child's naive whining, devoid of reality. Even if the organization spared their lives out of mercy, could that be called living? The moment he rejected their grasp, his life would become hell. No matter what he started anew, the organization would drag him down with invisible colossal hands.
Social ruin, economic isolation, a lifetime under surveillance's gaze. The terror of plummeting from glittering privilege into an endless black abyss gripped him. Having savored much, that visceral fear devoured him alive. His head, ready to burst, began rationalizing.
This child was never mine to begin with. Born as the organization's sex slave from the start. A meat toilet from promiscuous rut with unknown sires. This was her destined fate.
Perhaps that's why such a craven, feeble man was chosen as meat-toilet Seo Ji-an's husband. Sweat-drenched, Lee Hak-su gazed down at Lee Seol beside him. Her beautiful face twisted in fear, her slender nude flushed red from the aphrodisiac. The sour juices leaking unwittingly from her carried a lewd scent that shook his reason.
In that instant, the paternal light in his eyes extinguished, replaced by bestial lust and craven survival hunger.
"Ah... Daddy...?"
Lee Seol felt it. The hand of her "final bastion," her father, bulged with veins; its once-warm comfort turned to a beast's rough heat. The hope that had briefly shone on her twisted into endless despair.
If we just gave up money and power... we could've escaped this hell... But Daddy... abandoned our family... abandoned me.
Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Everything sucked into bottomless despair.
"Sorry, Seol... This is all... for our family to survive."
With his cowardly excuse, Lee Hak-su seized his fallen daughter's wrist and dragged her toward where his wife was being ravaged.
"It hurts... it hurts!!!"
Her frail, tear-choked pleas filled the stage. But his grip hauling her roughly to her mother's side held no hesitation.
Cast aside by her father there, Lee Seol beheld hell writhing vividly. There lay her mother, Seo Ji-an—the woman she loved and revered most. But the thing before her eyes was mere meat gasping, impaled on men's thick cocks.
"Haa... ah... ugh! Deeper... deeper... aaah!"
From Seo Ji-an's mouth erupted moans viler, more explicit than any beast's. She was fully "double-penetrated." One man ravaged her pussy mercilessly; another hammered her narrow, sensitive asshole without mercy. The grotesque friction and pain from both ends, mingled with rising taboo pleasure, had paralyzed her brain. Each time the piercings in her nipples and clit dug into flesh with the men's thrusts, clanging metallically, the once-tender mother flipped her eyes back and bucked her hips wildly.
"Mom... Mom! Look at me! Please...!"
Lee Seol wailed desperately from beside her, grasping for her arm. But Seo Ji-an's unfocused eyes didn't turn to her daughter. No—her "daughter" was mere noise hindering pleasure. Instead, she shoved her ass back, taking the cocks ravaging her holes even deeper.
"Hng... ugh! Ah... no... don't stop... Master... more..."
Even on the verge of her virgin daughter losing her purity to her own father by the hair, Seo Ji-an fixated solely on the sensation of her flesh being savored. Her maternal love, her final bastion as a mother, had scattered to ashes under aphrodisiac and sadistic training. Licking the floor slick with men's sweat and filth like a beast, convulsing at pleasure's peak double-stuffed—her sight inflicted soul-wrenching agony crueler than any violence on Lee Seol.
Thus, before her daughter's eyes, Seo Ji-an shed her "mother" shell completely, perfecting herself as the Pantheon's lowliest, most exquisite livestock, mad for mating alone.
Riiip—!
Lee Hak-su's brutal grip tore Lee Seol's white dress like paper. Designed for the "opening ceremony," it was training garb that unraveled with minimal force. Through the shreds gleamed her pale, smooth skin under spotlights. Flushed from the aphrodisiac, her nude evoked a fragile flower bud radiating erotic allure.
Lee Hak-su's chest rang with the dying screams of his last human reason and paternity. But madness soon swallowed them. To erase his guilt, he unleashed the ravenous beast within, redefining the flesh before him not as his daughter, but a tool for his survival and desire.
In that moment, Lee Hak-su was reborn not as man, but monster.
"Daddy... no! Please... hngh!"
Lee Seol begged with her final strength, but reason had fled his eyes. Bloodshot from aphrodisiac, he flashed them as he mercilessly pried apart her trembling, slender legs. Through the shredded dress, the slit she'd desperately hidden lay obscenely exposed.
Her exquisitely beautiful treasure was already slick and drenched. From the car ride's aphrodisiac and her mother's lewd orgy before her eyes, thick, transparent nectar overflowed.
Lee Hak-su's mind reeled from its musky-sweet aroma. He was no longer a father. Like a starved predator, he buried his face between her thighs.
Slurp... haa...
He greedily guzzled the fluids trailing her inner thighs. The instant her essence touched his tongue, his brain's final moral circuits burned out. Madly lapping her tender flesh, he sucked hard on her swollen clit, lips clamping it.
"Aaah! Ah, Daddy! There... not there... hnggh!"
Lee Seol's scream warped grotesquely. The unprecedented stimulation—her most trusted father's tongue violating her most secret place—minced her psyche. Yet paradoxically, as his skilled tongue-work persisted, her lower belly convulsed fiercely.
Squelch, zing...
His saliva and her juices mingled, dripping with lewd sounds. Shame twisted her body, but she couldn't deny the electric jolts racing up her spine each rough suck.
"Haa... mm! Ah... aaaah!"
At last, her thighs spasmed, clamping his head tight. Terror-filled eyes clouded in pleasure's fog, pupils dilating. The cataclysmic taboo of her father eating her pussy awakened her latent masochism. Fused with the aphrodisiac, it morphed into exquisite ecstasy dragging her soul to the abyss.
Lee Seol emitted sounds indistinguishable from sobs or moans, clutching her ravager's hair—not in rejection, but beastly craving for deeper stimulus.
Lee Hak-su felt her flesh surrender to his tongue, heating feverishly. Her pale, fragile upper body, bared through the tatters, flushed red with pleasure's thrill. Madness, devouring guilt, forged him into a complete predator. Lifting from her slit, he lunged for her chest.
Grip—!
His rough, callused hands seized her pale, delicate nipples mercilessly.
"Kyaa! Ah... Daddy, it hurts! Let... let go...!"
Drifting in lower-body bliss, Lee Seol shrieked at the sharp pain mangling her breasts, startling bolt-upright. She flailed instinctively to pry his hands free, to no avail. He kneaded her tits savagely while thrusting his slick, pussy-soaked lips fiercely against hers.
Mmph... mmph! No...!
Her father's saliva, tainted with her own pussy's flavor, meshed against her lips. Indescribable shame and taboo wracked her body. She clenched her lips, shaking her head to bar his invading tongue. But he glared beast-like, twisting her nipples with demonic force.
Pinch—!
He yanked her fragile buds taut, as if to rip them. Her body froze rigid, scream silenced. Agony blanched her brain cells, loosening her lips' seal.
Mmph... uhaah!
Seizing the gap, he plunged his rough tongue deep into her mouth. His saliva, foul with her nectar, flooded her. Breast-pain, oral invasion, her own essence recycled through her father—the ultimate depraved feast.
"Haa... ugh... hng..."
At last, she yielded to the torment, parting her lips. Accepting her father's tongue. He didn't stop. Now mere ravening beast, he kept kissing while shoving his aphrodisiac-swollen, massive cock against her soaked thighs, at her virgin entrance.
Creak—!
"Aaaaah—!!!"
Her muffled death-scream mangled pitifully. Her forbidden virgin barrier crushed mercilessly. Her body arched bow-like, rigid. Blocked moans scattered into his mouth; thick tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.
The first-time agony of her lower half splitting. But through that horror crept a bizarre heat. The aphrodisiac coursing her veins since the car met its explosive catalyst—her father's huge intrusion—pummeling her womb walls awake savagely.
"Haa... ugh... ah... it hurts... hurts...!"
She thrashed, pushing his chest. But her hands merely quivered powerless. Instead, each deep thrust upward made her womb clench involuntarily around the hot invader.
Squelch, zing...
Virgin blood, juices, his saliva mingled in ear-dizzying lewd friction. Lee Seol recoiled at her body's alien response. Why, with her father raping her, did her belly pulse hotly, disgustingly? Why did tearing pain end in crackling static pleasure incinerating her neurons white?
"No... can't... haang!"
Her mind cursed the depravity, screaming—but her masochistic genes were honest. With each rough thrust, her breaths quickened; terror-clouded eyes lost focus in physiological ecstasy's mist. At shame's peak, it became her fiercest aphrodisiac, rousing instinct.
Finally, taut reason snapped. She began rocking her hips herself. Ugly desire not to lose the hot rod her father plunged ruled her body.
"Haa... ugh... hng...!"
Once-sealed lips now sought his hungrily. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, craving their filthy nectar-slick union. Even the fact her father had taken her virginity became "forbidden drug" convulsing her womb madly.