In the Bride's Waiting Room
I was coming to grips with the fact that the unbelievable story was true. That reality was right in front of my eyes. Lee Hak-su was now baring his hideous true nature without restraint, his disgusting eyes gleaming with bestial lust—not the gaze of a father looking at his daughter anymore. He didn't care that Lee Seol despised him. Grabbing her ass roughly as she lay prostrate on the floor, he slapped her drenched pussy—already slick with her arousal—with his loathsome palm.
Slap—! The obscene smack echoed through the silent waiting room. The moment that brutal friction hit, Seol's entire body arched like a bow.
"Aaaah! Hah, ughhh!" It was a scream, but also a declaration of her body's unavoidable surrender. With just one strike, she climaxed hard and fast.
Squirt—! This time, a gush of fluid erupted from her pussy, spraying like a fountain and soaking the cold marble floor with a noisy splatter. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, as the sudden peak overwhelmed her; her saliva-slick tongue lolled helplessly out past her lips, defying her will. Her mind seethed with murderous hatred toward the man defiling her. But her body, tamed by Pantheon's drugs and training, mistook that excruciating shame for supreme pleasure and trembled accordingly. Her "masters" watched the goddess's disgrace with amused satisfaction, smirks of approval on their faces.
Emboldened by their positive reactions, Lee Hak-su gleefully slapped her pussy again.
Slap! "Ah...! No, don't... please... aaang!" Under the merciless barrage, Seol wailed pathetically, yet with each strike and ensuing squirt, her waist quivered in tiny shudders as she collapsed further. My wife, completing her degradation in the most grotesque way under the hands of the man she hated. Gazing down at the scene, I truly felt like I'd entered this mad world.
Seol's hatred for Lee Hak-su burned as fiercely as ever. Paradoxically, though, her body—sunken deep into masochism over years of torment—devoured even this horrific tragedy with greedy abandon. The happiest moments, betrayed and sold by the person she trusted most: that devastating saga only fueled her warped lust mercilessly.
"Ah... aaah... no... disgusting..." Her lips spat disgust as she shook her head, but her body couldn't lie. The instant Lee Hak-su's vile palm grazed up her pussy, arousal squirted from between her soaked thighs with a squelch—, splattering his hand.
Slurp. He greedily licked it off his palm. As her most tragic past became a tool of intense pleasure, Seol shuddered in bizarre ecstasy amid her crumbling self, her waist twitching finely. Breath ragged from successive climaxes, posture undone, my wife panted heavily. Then her brother Lee Hyun approached.
"You bitch... what the hell is this disgrace in front of the masters?"
The moment her only sibling drew near, Seol's demeanor flipped instantly—from venom toward her father. Her shoulders hunched visibly, head bowing low. Her eyes, filled with absolute submission like when facing VIPs, quivered before glazing over blankly.
Four years ago, as part of that cursed family, Hyun had come of age. A year younger than his sister—who'd become Korea's revered pure goddess—he'd admired and loved her more than anyone. But the organization was ruthless. To corrupt him, they used his fully trained sister. The revelation that his noble sister was just the organization's lowly masochistic meat toilet shattered his world. Unlike his family's masochists, born with dominant traits, he'd risen to Pantheon's core executive. And now, he held the highest rank in their household.
When Hyun nudged her chin with his shoe tip, Seol shed tears of shame but instinctively lifted her head, craving his gaze.
"Ah... Hyunnie..." An unquenchable masochistic flame flickered in her vacant eyes. Perfect submission to her younger brother paralyzed her reason with taboo thrill. Her body, imprinted with him as "master," had long lost any right to refuse. Just his cool stare made her lower belly convulse grotesquely.
"Sis, what's with those eyes? Can't have you going full bitch already with the in-laws gone."
At Hyun's sneering mockery, Seol flushed her nape crimson and crouched lower, wordless. The pathetic ecstasy of her body heating up before the sibling who knew her best utterly broke her. Father-in-law Lee Hak-su smacked his lips at the sight; mother-in-law Seo Ji-an, resonating with her daughter's shame, secretly rubbed her own pussy.
Then the heavy waiting room door burst open. The air shifted instantly. A woman in blazing crimson suit—radiantly beautiful, arrogantly striding in—entered. She looked Seo Ji-an's age. I knew her: Min Hye-won, CEO of a top ad subsidiary under a chaebol group, the family's real power as daughter-in-law. Back at the agency, top stars fawned over her visits.
But what seized my gaze was the grotesque being clutching her slender hand.
"Hehe, hehehe......"
Childlike at a glance, up close it was utterly repulsive. Face around thirty, but hairless, unnaturally pale. Height about 140cm, yet grotesquely obese for its size—like a meat blob on the verge of bursting. Drool streamed from unfocused eyes, likely intellectual disability, dangling from its chin. It giggled endlessly, a chilling dissonance filling the room.
I knew this thing too. At the agency, it shadowed Min Hye-won, gripping her hand. Her only son—and the old man's sole grandson, lording over Seol in this hellish room. It always clutched snacks in sticky hands, offering them oddly to favorites. It tested fame-hungry celebs desperate for ad gigs from its mother—approach her, risk eating that filth. Even rookie composer me got "chosen" once. Recalling it still chills my spine: the mushy, formless cookie mangled all day in its damp palm. I'd pretended to nibble the top—untouched by fingers—and bolted to the bathroom on a fake urgent task.
Min Hye-won glided elegantly to her father-in-law. But the monster ignored the old man entirely.
"Hehe, sis...! Pretty sis...!"
Usually docile with his mother, it bellowed beast-like upon spotting Seol and charged. The 140cm obese dwarf waddled toward her. Cookie crumbs flew from its sticky grip. Min Hye-won had no time to grab it. Like a starving hyena scenting meat, it reached the trembling, prostrate Seol.
"Ahhh, pretty sis. Eat. Eat this."
Min Hye-won tried to stop it.
"Let him be. The boy's just excited to see her."
The old man spoke, then brutally squeezed Min Hye-won's ample breasts over her thin suit with his rough hand.
"Ah……!" Her scream caught in her throat under his iron grip. The ad world's queen's arrogant eyes lost focus, glazing over. Her slim thighs quivered faintly.
Watching the bizarre scene, I recalled industry rumors: "That hideous monster might not be the old man's grandson—but his son." Incest in a twisted lineage. That defective life, born of taboo greed: 140cm dwarfism, stunted mind, uncontrolled sticky lust—perhaps cursed blood's ugly proof.
The old man kneaded his daughter-in-law's breasts roughly, savoring his vile creation smearing Seol's pure cheek with filthy hands.
"Hehe, sis.... aaah, pretty sis give... ..."
White drool plopped from the monster's gaping maw onto Seol's dress. Amid the irony hitting me hard, I reflected. As agency rookie, I'd seen this exact scene—but holy then. It made me worship Seol as my soul's muse.
That grotesque being—human instinct's epitome of revulsion. But Seol was different. Humble under spotlights, especially kind to the marginalized. Her devotion to disabled kids bordered on saintly. Countless children, denied surgery for lack of funds, found salvation through her sponsorship. Despair turned to hope wherever she touched.
Others endured that nauseating situation only for ad gigs' greed; she sublimated it beautifully. Its sticky hand, smeared with sweat, snot, or worse. Offered the filthy cookie, she smiled radiantly, no hesitation. Mindful his mind was childlike despite biological age, she ate it with genuine joy to spare his feelings. Then stroked his head lovingly. The scene was sacred, beautiful: a noble goddess descended to save humanity from ugliness. Witnessing her grace that grotesque request, I'd deemed her an untouchable saint.
Ironically, the scene before me mirrored it perfectly. Sticky hand reaching, drool dripping, tainted cookie—all identical. Only now, she was ass-up in shameful prostration, instinctively submissive.
Same setup, yet the vibe worlds apart. Past Seol: holy goddess amid filth. Now: a fallen breeding sow wallowing in lust's pit.
Seol took the filthy, sticky cookie. The vile texture—sweat, spit, mystery fluids—touching her delicate mucosa ignited a masochistic spark in her eyes. Soon, she smiled at the monster. Eerily like that sacred smile I'd seen. But different. Then: compassionate goddess sparing a simple child's disappointment. Now: slave yielding to masochism. Embracing the ugliest filth with her once-pure body—that shame peaked as brain-melting pleasure, driving her deeper into slavery. Caught between irresistible command and polluted "kindness," she'd traded mercy for masochistic rapture.
Devouring the dirty cookie with a smile, the monster clapped its stubby palms childishly, delighted.
"Hehe, sis...... eat more, more!"
Its eyes, gleaming with excitement, fixed on her lips. Then it gaped beast-like, prying her mouth to pour in its filthy saliva unrestrained. Gush after endless gush of thick white mucus—impossibly voluminous, impure for a human. The rank, fishy flood filled her tender mouth; she gulped it down obediently, glug glug. Excess trailed her white chin. Beastly drool stained her pristine dress; the old man quipped slyly, surveying the room.
"Aigoo, my grandson's being rude. Shall I stop him?"
Another VIP elder waved it off with a creepy laugh.
"No need to be modest. Where else such entertainment? Besides, you hold the most shares in this bitch, don't you, Chairman? Your right."
Another smirked. "Exactly. No one here'd kiss that filthy mouth anyway. Let him have at it."
The old man cackled, no intention of stopping, and shoved his dazed daughter-in-law—micro-orgasming repeatedly—toward the elders.
"Ah, this one's mouth is still fairly clean. Use her for kisses, gentlemen."
At his nod, the grotesque old men pounced on Min Hye-won.
"Heh, thanks, Chairman. Let's taste our CEO's lips."
Their bony, rough hands seized her hair and jaw. Cigarette-reeking, foul-breathed, leathery tongues invaded mercilessly. Smack, slurp. Suck. She wrapped her soft tongue around their stinking ones like the sweetest candy, sucking greedily. Each scrape of decayed mouths made her thighs quiver; humiliated moans swallowed into theirs.
Unrestrained now, the monster—excited by its drool on my bride's lips—grabbed her hair roughly with stubby fingers. Gaped wide, engulfing her mouth whole.
"Mmph....!"
Fishy, rank fluid. Cookie-crumbed monster maw ravaged her clean one—not a kiss, but predation. Its fat, buried tongue coiled hers. Sucking like candy, it slurped deep with vulgar greed; uncontrolled beastly breaths burst between sealed lips.
"Ahhh, sis..... good...?"
Each hot puff assaulted her nose with putrid stench. My bride, eyes wet with masochism, smiled and nodded. Satisfied, it thrust its plaque-ridden tongue into her pure lips. She gagged briefly, but soon surrendered to shame-transcending pleasure. Each tainted secretion sliding down her throat paralyzed her brain in masochistic bliss. Sticky fingers kneading hair, obese flesh crushing breasts—all grotesque sensations now indelible slave brands.
"Hah, ahhh....."
Seol didn't resist. She hugged its neck tight, shoving her once-noble tongue deep into the monster's maw. Her eyes, blackened by masochistic fire, lost focus as she devoured its lips. Later, she licked the nauseating drool pooling on its chin, kissed its pus-filled face everywhere. Her saliva-glossed smile—the once-saintly woman's perfection as a "beast's sex slave"—was the most wretched, aesthetic proof of her taming.