12. Strictly Forbidden
12. Strictly Forbidden
12. Absolutely Forbidden
Where should I even start?
First, it should be with names.
I've been calling them the 30-year-old slave and the 20-year-old slave in my head until now.
"What are your names?"
"Please call us whatever Master-nim wishes."
Do they not like using their original names?
"What did that man call you?"
"....The previous Master-nim called me Oh Se-hee."
"He called me by my real name, Shin A-yeong."
Just as I expected.
Father had given the 30-year-old slave my mother's name.
Even I, as his son, feel ashamed.
If he was going to be a Japanophile, he should have at least given her some name like Misako....
"What's your original name?"
"Kim Hyeon-ah."
"I see. For now, Hyeon-ah and A-yeong. My name is Kim Seon-min. As you know, I'm that man's son."
"Thank you, Master-nim."
"Hyeon-ah, why did you come here?"
"I came to serve Master-nim."
"No, cut the bullshit. Tell me how you became a slave."
At my irritated words, she slowly tells her story.
Kim Hyeon-ah, 34 years old.
Originally she graduated from English Education, but she couldn't become a school teacher, so she worked as an academy instructor.
One ordinary day, after she left work, a fire broke out at the academy, and it was revealed that she, being the last to leave, hadn't managed the fire properly.
She paid the tens of millions of won in damages with the money she had saved, but after that incident, no academy would hire her.
With her livelihood falling apart overnight, she had no one to help her. Her parents had died early, and she had no siblings.
Her long-time boyfriend broke up with her after the fire.
Eventually, she borrowed money little by little and tried working at restaurants, but for some reason, she was always fired quickly.
In the end, she borrowed money from the Organization and became a slave.
Six months of hellish conditioning followed.
By that point, her human dignity had already been discarded.
Only by passing the conditioning evaluation could she be put up for auction.
She became even more desperate, striving to meet a master who would accept her as an animal or an object.
And then the first auction.
She was able to meet her master at her first auction.
To slaves, a master is like a god in heaven.
Regardless of anything, masters spend large sums to buy slaves because they find them pleasing.
So, unlike the conditioning facility, they cherish their slaves, whether as objects or as slaves.
Her first master didn't demand additional conditioning, so she happily embraced his arms.
The other slaves at the facility envied her.
Both being auctioned off at the first try and having no additional conditioning were rare occurrences.
However, that master was a true sadist, no different from the facility.
He gave her his ex-wife's name, and incomprehensible abuse began.
It wasn't just a few sessions of play—it was as if he couldn't forgive her very existence, with abuse continuing all the time.
Following his orders, she serviced dozens of men and passed out.
She was punished because, even though she made the men ejaculate, she herself didn't reach climax.
Next time, she made the men ejaculate and also showed herself reaching climax, but she was called a dirty whore and punished.
She was abused because the look in her eyes was supposedly arrogant.
She was taken for a walk with a fishhook pierced through her clitoris.
Because she was slow crawling on all fours following the master's quick steps, her clitoris was half-torn, and she received sutures at the Organization's hospital.
While calmly unraveling this hellish story, she says she was still happier than when she was at the facility.
And Shin A-yeong, 23.
She lost her father in a traffic accident one day.
While living alone with her mother, she found out her mother had cancer.
She needed money.
But as a young woman just starting in society, with no way to borrow money, the Organization approached her.
She knew. She knew she wouldn't be able to repay the money after spending it on her mother's treatment.
She took the money, gave it to her mother for treatment and living expenses, and with the lie that she was going to work in France, just fifteen days after borrowing the money, she went to the Organization and said she would start her life as a slave first.
Despite her young age and beautiful appearance, she was average among the slaves gathered at the Organization.
She was passed over at three auctions.
Each time she was passed over at auction, the intensity of the conditioning increased.
With a self-deprecating laugh, she said she'd probably experienced every kind of conditioning imaginable.
She was someone who gave up easily from the start.
She wished she'd be sold off to some island instead of the conditioning facility.
Finally, at her last auction, she was successfully bid on by her master.
Having given up once, she was grateful to have been sold as a slave.
Upon arriving at the mansion, she received her role.
As the daughter of a slave named Oh Se-hee.
Her own painful life began.
More than the pain, she was terrified by the state of her mother, Oh Se-hee, who had been in the mansion for a year.
An unavoidable prophecy that she too would end up like that.
However, her master died in an accident less than a month after meeting her.
She had barely found a master, only to lose him instantly.
They spoke quietly, without lamenting their circumstances.
The situation gradually becomes clear.
Kim Hyeon-ah was targeted by Father from the beginning, her life ruined on purpose.
Shin A-yeong seemed to have been encountered by chance.
Why did Father buy Shin A-yeong when he already had Kim Hyeon-ah?
Kim Hyeon-ah had the purpose of being a substitute for Mother, but for whom was Shin A-yeong brought to the annex?
What really bothered me was that I couldn't sympathize with their sorrow.
Will this nature of mine ever be fixed someday?
Now I look at their faces more closely.
My first impression was that Kim Hyeon-ah looked a lot like Mother, but looking closely, she doesn't really resemble her that much.
Of course, even identical twins aren't exactly the same, and these are complete strangers, so it's only natural.
Especially, Kim Hyeon-ah, who is younger than Mother by a full zodiac cycle, looks older than Mother, who aged gracefully.
Did she look more like her before all her hardships?
Surprisingly, Shin A-yeong resembles Kim Hyeon-ah quite a bit.
Was Father just trying to play mother-daughter set meal games, or....
He forced the role of mother onto Kim Hyeon-ah, and forced the role of her daughter onto Shin A-yeong.
Mother only had one child: me.
I don't want to think about it, but... wasn't Shin A-yeong a substitute for me?
It wasn't just chills—my legs trembled slightly.
"Both of you, stand up."
They've been kneeling on the stone steps for a long time.
I've treated them like slaves enough, so at least let them stand.
"You heard what the lawyer said earlier, right? I inherited the estate, but I'm lacking some rank or whatever, so I have to undergo supervision."
"Yes. We will do our utmost not to bring shame to Master-nim."
For the first time, their dead eyes show some life.
"This supervision inspection—how do they evaluate it exactly?"
"The Supervisor-nim asks us about everything that's happened. What services we performed, what punishments we received, how we ate and slept."
That sounds easier than I thought?
Can't we just get along normally and then coordinate our stories right before the lawyer comes?
"Master-nim. I'm sorry. But we were trained not to be able to lie to the Supervisor from the Organization."
Shin A-yeong said this while watching my expression.
Damn. Whether it's conditioning or brainwashing, it's something else.
They've really made people into objects from the marrow.
No wonder these women who suffered under Father were reluctant to cross the Organization.
"Even if I order you to lie?"
"We're sorry. Please punish us."
They bow their heads and try to kneel again.
From the speed of their frantic apology, their knees must already be bruised as a matter of course.
"Hold on. I told you to stand. Who told you to kneel!"
I hastily stop their actions.
Realizing their mistake, they stand up, their faces flushed.
"Sorry...."
"Ah, stop with the sorry. With all that damned 'sorry,' we can't even get a conversation going."
With apologies forbidden, they lose their words, unsure of what to say.
"First, let me tell you a few things. I hate my father. You're no longer my father's slaves—you're my slaves now, so things will be different from when you were with him."
"Yes, understood."
If I don't lay down the law, the conversation can't even proceed.
I light a cigarette from the pack beside me.
"First of all, I don't know anything about slaves and masters. I don't know about services or punishments that would satisfy the Supervisor. And if things stay like this, I'll end up losing you."
"......We will serve you with utmost effort."
Unlike Kim Hyeon-ah, who answers immediately, Shin A-yeong comes to my side and opens her mouth.
In a prostrate position, her hands and feet touch the ground.
"...What are you doing?"
"Performing ashtray service, Master-nim. Since you forbade us from kneeling, my posture became awkward."
Kim Hyeon-ah answers for Shin A-yeong, who is holding her mouth open.
I expected this, but the reality of "slave service" hits me hard.
Now I feel like I'm the one about to cry.
"Stand up straight."
Shin A-yeong stands up, looking at me with an uneasy expression.
"Should I use my hands? Or my chest...."
For a moment, I pictured her opening her kimono and me stubbing out my cigarette on her nipple.
Her face writhing in pain flashes through my mind.
No, I need to get a grip.
Unlike my previous fantasies, I could actually do this now, as easily as breathing.
"Not necessary. So, is this the kind of 'service' that man made you do?"
I crushed the cigarette into an ashtray on the desk.
Shin A-yeong's eyes followed the cigarette butt, making me too uncomfortable to keep smoking.
"Yes. We can perform toilet service, furniture service, morning service, tray service, and such. If Master-nim wishes, we will do anything else."
"Are these things absolutely necessary?"
"....Yes."
When I ask with a frown, Kim Hyeon-ah answers carefully.
I can't just refuse them. Better to deal with this properly.
"What's toilet service?"
"When Master-nim feels the need to urinate or defecate anywhere, we take care of it. Usually, A-yeong was in charge."
Her earlier awful words when she clung to me come to mind, making me uneasy.
"'Take care of it' how?"
"We take it in our mouths. Big or small, we can handle it all."
Shin A-yeong says this proudly.
No way.
This is absolutely not happening.
"Hold on!!! Hey, you're never doing that. I have no interest in scat."
I hurriedly stop her.
"But we have to perform the service...."
She says with a disappointed face, thinking her proud skill has been blocked.
"Master-nim. Toilet service is truly necessary service for a slave. Please...."
Kim Hyeon-ah also joins in.
"No, this is absolutely not happening. I mean, fuck, you're going to be sucking my dick and kissing me later, right? How can I do that with a mouth that's eaten shit?"
"We'll brush our teeth thoroughly after toilet service."
"No, I don't care about brushing your teeth—if you scrubbed a used toilet clean, would you eat out of it?"
"I clean the toilet with my tongue."
My mind is heading to Andromeda.
I think I understand why the lawyer noona said this would be hard for me to handle.
This brainwashing is terrifying.
They speak proudly about this act that tramples human dignity.
And yet, there's a vitality in them that I didn't see before—these women who couldn't even meet my eyes earlier.
But what's even more terrifying than the brainwashing is that I might become the protagonist of some scat fetish scenario right now.
"Fine. I get what you're saying, but there are some things I can't compromise on. Feces is absolutely forbidden. I'd rather give up ownership of you than have you do that."
I need to be firm about this from the start.
Kim Hyeon-ah hesitates for a moment before speaking.
"Master-nim. Among the services we must perform, there is also the task of satisfying various parts of your body with our tongues."
"......I'm installing a bidet."
I decide I need to buy a bidet before a bed.
"Then how will we handle toilet service?"
"Small stuff, I give up. Do whatever you want."
"Thank you, Master-nim."
It's not something a sane slave would do, but it's also not something a sane master would accept.
"And what about punishment?"
"When we do something wrong, Master-nim administers it. Please punish us as you wish. However, because of the Supervisor issue, please give us as severe a punishment as possible."
My head is starting to ache.
Let's put that off for later.
"Please punish us for our rudeness today."
She's talking about what happened when the lawyer was here.
I can't just let that slide.
But my mental energy is draining fast.
"For now, since you're not sleeping here tonight, let's deal with that another time.... Tell me how you usually live your daily lives."