16. Monster
16. Monster
Monster
I haven't done anything in the mansion, but time passes by huljjeok.
Now it's time to embrace them as promised.
Honestly, I'm both excited and worried.
I'm still a virgin.
I'm not the strong, charismatic Master-nim type you see in SM porn.
Today will probably be half pleasure, half embarrassment.
I don't even know what mood to start in—I'll climb into bed, poke a few times, and then jjik, I'll blow my load right away.
I've heard virgins get so nervous they can't even get hard at first.
I've been agonizing over this since the studio apartment.
How to handle my first night.
The answer I came up with was to bathe together in the open-air bath, create a natural atmosphere, and get used to their naked bodies.
That would also allow for a natural exchange of emotions. No, it has to.
I go to the backyard and fill the open-air bath with water.
It's a facility built outdoors, an incredibly wasteful and luxurious thing that not only supplies hot water but also maintains its temperature.
Various bath salts are prepared.
It's tap water, but I'll try to at least pretend it's a hot spring.
I finish the preparations and return to the annex.
With a slightly fluttering heart, I go to them, but contrary to my expectation that they'd be waiting for me demurely, they're waiting with whips in their mouths.
A gesture of pleading.
Without a word, I take the whip and strike their buttocks.
"Speak."
"Juinnim. Please. Don't abandon us, I beg you."
They appeal with emotions as strong as the first day we met.
"I thought we were done talking. Why now, all of a sudden?"
Kim Hyeon-ah doesn't answer, just bows her head.
Shin A-yeong brings her whip close to my hand.
I take her whip too and strike her buttocks.
"Speak."
"Juinnim. Juinnim is too good a master for us. We are Juinnim's slaves, but we're so afraid of disappointing Juinnim."
She speaks with emotion in a trembling voice.
I don't understand this sudden mood.
Is it because I fed them good food?
I try to lighten the mood and say with a pisik laugh.
"No, you said you'd definitely satisfy me."
At my words mixed with a little joke, their bodies flinch.
"We're sorry, Juinnim. There was no lie in our intention to serve you with all our best. But we didn't know well. That Juinnim is probably not someone who would be satisfied with us."
"We're sorry, Juinnim. Juinnim will probably be disappointed in our bodies. Still, we want to do our best not to be abandoned, but we've also realized that our service might make Juinnim uncomfortable."
"But still, still. Please don't abandon us lowly creatures. If there's anything Juinnim wants, even a little, we'll do anything."
"No. Why all of a sudden out of nowhere? Why are you acting like this?"
Their eyes are full of anxiety.
They probably realize it now too.
That the conditioning skills they pride themselves on are a bit different from my tastes.
But they're mistaken.
The things not to my taste are only scat or feeding weird stuff.
I'm pretending to be kind, but I'm definitely someone with sadistic tendencies.
It's just that I'm still an inexperienced virgin, so I can't confidently make a move.
"No, actually I'm looking forward to your service. I'm just hesitating because it's my first time."
I honestly confess that I'm a virgin.
But they remain the same.
"Thank you so much, Juinnim. But now we'll end up disappointing Juinnim, and we're truly sorry."
"What do you mean, disappointing? Why do you keep saying that? You should say you won't disappoint me."
"Our bodies are hideous. They will disappoint Juinnim."
No, that level is fine.
They're just a bit gaunt from hardship—if they put on makeup and dress up, they'd be good-looking enough to make people turn their heads on the street.
The organization wouldn't have reached out to worthless women.
I'm not expecting celebrities or a lawyer like Kang Min-jeong.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not abandoning you. This is my first experience, so don't make the mood gloomy—let's go wash."
A moment of silence.
"Yes. Understood."
Their eyes are bloodshot as they slowly get up.
Tears well up and flow down their cheeks.
And slowly, they untie the obi of their kimonos.
In manga, that belt spins around—maybe I'll try that sometime?
They take off their clothes one layer at a time.
No bra, and their panties are fundoshi.
And even the fundoshi cord comes undone.
Probably the first time I'm seeing a woman's naked body.
Before I even have time to get excited, I finally understand their actions.
The body that should have been beautiful felt utterly wretched.
The first thing that caught my eye was the livid bruises on their knees.
Seeing it in person is different from expecting it.
Kim Hyeon-ah.
Besides her knees, her entire body is covered in countless scars.
Across her whole body, insults like 'whore' and 'bitch' are tattooed.
In the tattoo books in my father's study, tattoos were a bit creepy but beautiful in a different way.
But the tattoos carved into Kim Hyeon-ah are just ugly graffiti.
On her belly, there's a drawing of a dick like an elementary schooler's doodle.
On her thigh, a price list is engraved.
Mouth: 500 won.
Pussy: 1000 won.
Anus: 1500 won.
The tattoos caught my eye first, but actually, it was even more wretched than that.
They were probably beautiful breasts, but her nipples had been twisted off and sewn back so many times that they were grotesquely bumpy.
Her genitals were even more pitiful.
Her pubic hair was gone, not even roots visible, as if she'd had permanent hair removal.
Her labia, which must have been like pretty flower petals, were sagging like an old woman's.
Even as she stands, her clitoris is visibly, hideously elongated—about one segment of an index finger, no, two segments of a pinky finger.
And even that is covered in bumpy scars.
On her face, her only beautiful part, tears are flowing.
Shin A-yeong's case is relatively better.
At least she has no tattoos.
She said she only spent about fifteen days with my father.
Instead, her body is covered in countless piercings.
Nipples, navel, clitoris, labia—not just one per area, but countless piercings.
All different shapes and forms.
Some are sharp, piercing into her own flesh, some like dumbbells, some simple rings.
On her nipples, clitoris, and labia, there are weights, as if to stretch them out with their heaviness.
If she stayed like that for over a year, she'd probably end up like Kim Hyeon-ah.
Even on her sides, places unrelated to sexual parts, there are numerous piercings.
Is it a relief that her pubic hair remains?
It's neatly trimmed into a triangle shape and dyed red.
Their faces are filled with anxiety, shame, and guilt.
Now I finally understand the reason behind their strange words and actions.
Their bodies, which must have been beautiful, are, to be honest, far too hideous.
It made me feel not sexual arousal, but pity.
I understood what the lawyer meant by 'used goods.'
I understood the meaning of having been handled by others and losing value.
If I were someone like my father, I might have been able to accept them simply as used goods.
But unlike my father, I thought their bodies were hideous.
Their anxiety isn't because I was kind to them.
It's because they realized from my demeanor that I'm a different kind of master from my father.
They are broken goods, but they must have been prepared to serve me as broken, and become even more broken.
But just as I read others' moods, they read mine, and they realized I would be disappointed in their bodies, like broken toys.
If a slave can't sexually satisfy their master, they lose their reason for existence.
The hope that arose just because I was a little kind must have made the future of being abandoned by me even more painful.
For the first time, I could empathize with their pain.
I felt sorry for them. I felt sad. I wanted to embrace them.
The emotions I had longed for so much poured out like a burst dam.
As the son of the father who did those things to them, I couldn't look them straight in the eye.
But that was the worst timing.
Without realizing it, I let out a sigh and turned my head away.
In an instant, their faces froze from anxiety into expressionlessness.
Kim Hyeon-ah first, then Shin A-yeong, quietly take a dogeza position.
Kim Hyeon-ah's back is also covered in graffiti-like tattoos.
'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Public Cunt.'
And both of them have not tattoos on their buttocks, but a brand seared with a branding iron.
My father's surname, 'Kim'.
"We apologize for displeasing Juinnim. It seems we briefly wished for something we shouldn't have. Please contact the supervisor."
"Juinnim. I'm sorry for disappointing you. I'll never forget the kindness you showed me for the rest of my life."
Words of resignation spill out.
The women who clung to me desperately, terrified in front of the lawyer, have resigned before even beginning.
I want to say something, but no words come out.
I've brought them not happiness, but even greater despair.
I've conveyed more pain to them than my father ever did.
Why?
What is it about me that's inferior to my father?
I've been trying to live righteously, using my father as a mirror.
And now I've become able to empathize with others' pain.
But why?
My half-baked pity created the worst situation.
No, actually, this isn't the worst or anything.
The solution to the situation is simple.
Abandon hypocrisy and become a monster like my father.
Abandon pity and pursue pleasure.
The card system told me. That my intentions don't affect others' happiness.
Others' happiness isn't achieved through intention, but by doing what they want.
Until now, I made them feel happiness through hypocrisy.
But in this situation, hypocrisy doesn't work.
Then what's needed now?
There's no need to struggle to preserve my pathetic humanity.
In front of women who have lost everything, my humanity means nothing.
Let me become a monster.
My lifelong beliefs were wrong beliefs.
They were meaningless, unnecessary shackles.
Now, let's just follow my own heart.
Let's do what I want.
Suddenly, my mind feels clear.
A monster is a monster, but I'll become a different kind of monster from my father.
Let me become a monster that lavishes hypocrisy and masturbates morally.
Instead of pitying them, let me fill my own pleasure and protect their pride as tools.
I press down firmly on Kim Hyeon-ah's head as she does dogeza.
I copy exactly what my father used to do to women.
Not applying weight, just to give a sense of humiliation.
The scene of her naked body crushed under my foot, bowing her head, starts to feel satisfying.
She flinches at my unexpected action.
"Hyeon-ah."
"Yes, Juinnim."
"You're worth 1.5 billion won. You and A-yeong together make 3 billion. Even with depreciation as used goods, it's still over 1 billion."
I start putting a little weight on my foot.
"I may be a nouveau riche, but I was a guy working two part-time jobs until last week. Used goods? That's fine. I took over knowing that."
"Sorry... I'm sorry. But you don't need to bother with the likes of us."
Her reply carries a hint of pain.
"Hyeon-ah."
"Yes, Juinnim."
"You're the one who said you'd serve me well, who said you'd satisfy me. You think I'd just say 'okay, bye' if you talk bullshit now?"
"I'm sorry."
"Hyeon-ah, stand up straight."
She's seven years older than me, but at my words, spoken as if to a child, she immediately stands.
And suddenly, I grab her elongated clitoris and twist it in one go.
"Ah, ack!"
She probably didn't expect me to suddenly do this.
She's been through pain conditioning, but she screams.
"Does it hurt?"
"No. Thank you."
"If it doesn't hurt, why are you screaming?"
"Because I feel joy at Juinnim's touch."
Another manual-like line.
"A-yeong. You stand up too."
Shin A-yeong immediately rises.
Even though I've established a slightly oppressive atmosphere, her face is full of relief, not anxiety or fear.
Her numerous silver piercings glint.
"A-yeong."
"Yes, Juinnim."
"Is that a hobby of yours?"
"No. I was ordered to wear them by Juinnim, and I haven't received an order to remove them, so I'm wearing them."
"I said I was going to be inside you today, right? But if you're all prickly like a hedgehog, I'll get poked too."
"I'm sorry, Juinnim."
I tug on Shin A-yeong's nipple piercing.
Shin A-yeong closes her eyes tightly for a moment as if she expected it, but then her face returns to normal.
"You don't have anything to do all day except wait for me. You didn't prepare anything like this while waiting for me?"
"I'm sorry, Juinnim. I'll accept punishment. Please rip them out."
"Hey, you stupid bitch. You want me to hold a woman covered in blood?"
"I'm sorry."
"Take them all off right now."
I release her piercing.
"I get what you were thinking..."
I strip off all my clothes.
Now everyone in this space is naked.
Thankfully, the Strength Card has made my body a bit more toned.
"See this?"
I point at my dick, embarrassed.
My dick, which I'm not confident about in terms of size, is standing erect as if to pierce the sky.
"Juinnim... truly..."
"Stop with the 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry'—help A-yeong take hers out."
"Yes, understood."
Thick tears fall from her eyes.
-You have acquired Emotion.-