A Kiss for an Oath
After the Cleaning Fellatio, Song Jihye found her reason again. Once the pleasure that had been raging through her quieted, her old self surfaced. The memory of what had just happened, though, was driven deep into her body.
She could no longer put on airs in front of Kim Taeyoung. The fact that she stayed on her knees at a single word from him was proof enough, and she was shaken to realize how meekly she was obeying him.
“Nnh… Why am I like this…”
“Because you’re a masochist bitch who likes getting hit, and a slave slut who likes to submit.”
“I—I am not! My arms! My arms are tied, so I just can’t get up!”
“Talking back again because you want another hit.”
“Kyah!”
Kim Taeyoung’s palm cracked across her breast. The burning pain bled slowly into pleasure. She could not deny the masochist part. She really did like being struck. What she could not accept was being called a slave who enjoyed submission. She hated Kim Taeyoung.
“Sure, you’re allowed to hate me. But isn’t that exactly why you want to submit? You’re a pervert who gets off on pain. You love being pinned under the man who stole your sister.”
“Th-that’s…”
She had nothing to say. She had always believed she enjoyed only pain in the body. Had she been savoring pain in the mind as well?
“Just admit it and make it easy on yourself. How good would it feel to wait on a man you truly can’t stand? Hm? Think it over. Take your time.”
“Aah…”
Kim Taeyoung set his foot on the thigh of the woman kneeling before him and tapped her pussy with his toes. He was handling her like a sex toy. Her body, meanwhile, was rejoicing in it.
“I really hate this… I hate it, but…”
It feels good. What a strange feeling. And yet it’s the truth. She could hate Kim Taeyoung enough to want him dead and still catch herself wondering how much pleasure there would be in being crushed beneath his feet. The thought alone set her burning.
“Hahaha. You filthy little pervert. You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
“Nnh…”
Slick wetness seeped from her pussy. There was no hiding how stiff her nipples had gone. Every word of his was right. She was a masochist bitch, a slave who enjoyed submitting.
“Want to serve me as your Master? Then you can play with your sister, of course, and you’ll have more money than you know what to do with. The pleasure goes without saying.”
His voice was a devil’s whisper. The sheer force of her refusal made her tremble, and that very refusal twisted into a more ruinous pleasure. The instant she pictured herself being toyed with alongside her sister, arousal jetted from her pussy.
A hissing rush burst out of her.
“Haaaaaang!”
Imagination alone carried her to orgasm, and she squirted. A puddle of her own fluids spread across the floor beneath her knees. Kim Taeyoung, seeing it, laughed like a madman.
“Insane! Ahahaha! You came just from picturing it? Damn, you really are a rotten degenerate slut. How do you squirt from a fantasy?”
“Hnnn… nnhh…”
The sudden climax folded her face-down on the floor. She shuddered under the abuse. Kim Taeyoung lowered his foot in front of her face.
“Kiss it. We’ll let this stand in for the oath of submission.”
“I—I don’t want to… hnn!”
“Don’t want to, my ass. Your pussy’s twitching. Hurry up. We’ve got to go see Myangmyang. You want to play with your sister soon too, don’t you?”
“Nnh…”
She truly did not want to. A sex toy for a bastard like that. Her life felt too dear to throw away. But the more she hated a thing, the more it aroused her. It was as if a fist had driven into her lower belly. Violent pleasure slammed through her womb.
“Hhk!”
Her eyes began to roll back. Ah… if I submit to this man, I can keep feeling like this. That would be… that would be truly intoxicating. Song Jihye lifted her upper body. Little by little her face turned toward the top of Kim Taeyoung’s foot, and her soft lips kissed his instep.
An hour later, Kim Taeyoung used Song Jihye’s pussy once more and left the motel. He got behind the wheel and drove.
“Where are we going?”
“Polite speech.”
“Ugh…”
From the passenger seat, Song Jihye had asked in her usual casual tone, and one sentence from him froze her. That voice, thick with command, dragged the motel back over her. Her pussy clenched. Through the hatred she truly felt, pleasure forced its way up.
“Where… are we going…?”
She managed the polite form. Kim Taeyoung grinned and slid a hand onto her thigh. What he felt was firmness more than softness, the grain of muscle under his palm, and yet a woman’s skin was still there with it. A rare delicacy.
“Nnh…”
“The department store. I’m picking up a present for Myangmyang. And I want to buy you some clothes.”
“Ahn— I get a present for my sister, but why clothes for me?”
“I told you to speak politely. Pull your top up.”
“Aah…”
Song Jihye bit down hard on her lip. She hated it. She really hated it. The itch low in her belly left her no choice but to obey. She unzipped her jacket and hauled her tank top up. A sports bra showed.
“The bra too.”
“Oh, come on…”
“Answer me. Politely. Pretty words.”
She shut her mouth. Even so, she pulled the sports bra up, and Kim Taeyoung pinched her nipple hard.
“Kyaaaah! Haang!”
She cried out, pain and pleasure knotted together. She seemed to be enjoying it. He was punishing her, and a punishment was useless if she liked it. Still, even dogs were better trained with treats than with beatings. A sex slave probably wasn’t so different.
“Hnn… huu… Why are you buying me clothes?”
“I already told you. Serve me as your Master and you won’t have to worry about money. This is part of that. And one look at you says all you’ve got is workout gear.”
“Th-that’s not a crime! Kyah!”
“Ah-ah. Pretty words, I said.”
“Ahn…”
By the time they reached the department store, Song Jihye’s nipples had been pinched a full ten times. Near the end it almost seemed she was tossing remarks out on purpose, just so he would pinch her.
“Pants and panties first. You’ll need to change.”
Her dolphin shorts were soaked through with her wetness, the price of having her nipples worked without mercy in the car. Being toyed with by Kim Taeyoung had wound her up.
“Yes.”
She answered with proper courtesy, the fruit of his relentless lessons in manners. Satisfied, he gave the next order.
“Stick right up against me. Like lovers.”
“What?”
“Link arms with me like we’re dating. Never done it?”
“N-no. Why would I do that with you?”
The etiquette had not been drilled in all the way. The moment she was flustered, her real self jumped out. Kim Taeyoung drew his hand well back and slapped her ass. A dull flap. Her jacket covered her backside, so there was no crisp smack, but the lesson landed all the same.
“Hah!”
“Polite speech. Obey.”
“Y-yes…”
She pressed herself to his side. Song Jihye stood a full three inches taller than Kim Taeyoung. Far taller than an ordinary man, she had never dated and had never linked arms with anyone, not even another woman. Among judo athletes, linking arms got you sneered at and asked if you were a lesbian. Her attempt was awkward because of it. Kim Taeyoung still found the sight of her obeying rather cute.
“What training-wear brand do you like? Ice? Naideki?”
“If I had to choose between those two, Ice.”
“We’ll start with a few sets of workout clothes. You can change there.”
“Yes… Thank you.”
They skipped the lounge this time. Buy what needed buying, let Jo Sua get a look at Song Jihye, and leave. Evening was not far off. They made a circuit of the department store, and he bought Jihye a few things she wanted, then a few he wanted himself: perfume and underwear.
“Wear this when you see me.”
“Hnnnn…”
It was not the lingerie shop he had visited with Su Yeoning. Su Yeoning, with a true G-cup, had been a perfect match for foreign luxury brands; the sizes ran that way. Song Jihye, a true A-cup, suited a domestic label better.
Homegrown brands had their novelty pieces and their elegant lingerie too. Jihye looked like a woman who lived in a sports bra and boyshorts, so he bought her a heap of underwear fit for the bedroom.
Then they reached Ecobloom. Jihoon came bounding out, delighted to see him, and promptly looked dumbfounded.
“Hyung. So you were a man of real talent. From now on I’m calling you boss.”
He was a salesman, so he did not let slip anything like another woman already? He only looked at Kim Taeyoung with a man’s respect.
“Knock it off. I’m here for another bag today. You still have the Kveria line? Show me one in yellow.”
“Yes. We do, but… is this a gift for her?”
“No. That’s for someone else. I’ve got one incredibly cute girl.”
“Ah, well then. Understood.”
“Jihye. Follow him, take the bag, pay, and come back.”
Kim Taeyoung unlinked their arms. Jo Sua had seen the whole display, so there was no need to keep it up. He handed Song Jihye his card and walked over to Jo Sua.
“Sua, if you’ve got a minute, can we talk?”
“Yes…”
She nodded, her face gone dark, and he led her into the store’s break room.
“Oppa. Is she a friend too?”
“Yeah.”
“You have an awful lot of friends.”
“Right? I’ve got a fair number.”
“And you buy bags for your friends pretty often, I guess?”
“We’re close. Once I had money, I started treating the people around me well.”
Jo Sua worried her lip between her teeth. The trouble on her face ran deep. She hesitated a long while before she finally spoke.
“Th-then… when you lent me that money, was that just because we’re close too?”
“No. With you, Sua, it’s because we’re very close.”
Treat her well, but leave her uncertain. That was what he had been told, and Kim Taeyoung carried out Hwayeon’s instructions to the letter.
“I’ve seen your face today, so that’s enough. I should get going. I’ve got dinner plans.”
He would have liked to talk longer, but this was the moment to slip away. Jo Sua caught his collar anyway. She was even more of a girl of these days than Hwayeon had predicted.
“Oppa! What do you think of me?”
“Huh…? Wh-what do you mean, what do I think?”
He had not expected Jo Sua to throw a pitch that straight. A confession, if it came at all, was supposed to wait for Christmas Eve. That Hwayeon. When I see her, she’s getting a real punishment. All he had done was show his face a little too often, and now the whole plan looked ready to fall apart.
“You know how I feel, oppa. I like you. I’m thinking of you as someone to date. What about you?”