Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: You've Been Waiting for a Moment Like This? (♡)
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Hong Ye-won sobbed as she collapsed forward, rubbing her hands together frantically. As if begging for mercy.
"...I, I did wrong. Sob, I did wrong... Hic..."
"What did you do wrong?"
"...I did everything wrong! I did wrong! Please... Please..."
She didn't even know what she'd done wrong.
Staying silent without giving her a proper evaluation at the audition. Avoiding his gaze during meals. Or maybe it was just the outfit she wore today that he didn't like.
The man before her was unpredictable. Meeting him was a catastrophe in itself.
"Hic... I did everything wrong. Please. Sob..."
That's when Jung Woo-jin grabbed her by the hair.
"Follow me."
Her head yanked forward, vision blurred, Hong Ye-won staggered after Woo-jin as he pulled her along by her ponytail.
And then...
The nightmare began.
Having tossed Hong Ye-won onto the bed, Jung Woo-jin began rummaging through her room without restraint.
The vanity and drawers were yanked open messily, their neatly organized contents spilling out across the floor in seconds.
Clunk. Clunk.
It looked like a burglar had broken in. And finally, having found what he wanted, Woo-jin murmured softly.
"Ah, there it is."
His voice was smooth yet chilling. Hong Ye-won jolted in terror at Woo-jin's tone, as if he'd unearthed treasure, and stared at what he held up.
"Wh-what?!"
Hong Ye-won, timid by nature and eager to focus on her writing career, didn't mingle much. But she had desires like anyone else. And the method she'd chosen to satisfy them was "toys."
Masturbation tools. Or sex toys, as they're called.
The plastic tray Woo-jin held was filled with the ones she'd collected over time.
"Wow, quite the variety."
"Th-that's...!"
One by one, the toys emerged in Woo-jin's hand.
Starting with the basics, like a Womanizer that sucked and stimulated the clit.
"Different sizes, huh?"
"......"
Next came the dildos. Not one, but three. Sorted by size. The largest even had a suction base for the floor.
"Tell me. Which one's your favorite? The small one? Medium? Or the biggest?"
When Hong Ye-won didn't answer, Woo-jin pulled out another toy.
Next was something like a string of beads, resembling a root vegetable. Anal beads.
"You've really enjoyed these in all sorts of ways."
Her most private sexual preferences, never revealed to anyone, now exposed—Hong Ye-won was overwhelmed by mortifying shame.
Large bottles of lube and condoms joined the pile on the desk.
"And what's this?"
The final item Woo-jin pulled out was a thin metal rod.
Hong Ye-won's eyes widened in shock.
"......!!"
Woo-jin thrust the rod in front of her face.
"Huh? What's this? Tell me quick."
"......"
A thin, slender metal rod.
A tool for urethral masturbation. A urethral catheter. Technically not a tube, so maybe a urethral sounding stick?
She'd bought it out of curiosity at first... but now it was indispensable.
This one, above all, she didn't want exposed. She feared being labeled some freak.
Hong Ye-won clutched her pounding chest and stammered in a trembling voice.
"...N-no, it's nothing. Just a rod..."
Thinking he wouldn't know, she fumbled her excuse. But the moment their eyes met, she froze solid.
The man grinned with a mad, eerie glint in his eyes, teeth fully bared.
"Ah...!!"
'Hee-chan' rarely shows his teeth. Whether talking or smiling, he almost never opens his mouth fully. It's his signature trait.
Not opening his mouth is like an obsession to hide himself from others. A habit he maintains even with victims.
But...
The moment the victim is no longer a "living" person...
That's when 'Hee-chan' no longer needs to hide. That's when he can smile with teeth bared. A smile of pure, childlike ecstasy seen only then.
The instant Hong Ye-won saw Woo-jin's smile, chills raced from her toes to her scalp, like ice water poured over her.
Soon, she felt his massive weight crashing down, toppling her.
On the bed before me, Hong Ye-won lay sobbing. An eyemask from the drawer covered her eyes, blinding her.
Her limbs were free, but she showed no sign of resistance.
Her subordination level had exceeded 50% long ago. No risk here.
"Ah, this is gonna be fun."
I toyed with Hong Ye-won's playthings on the desk.
The Womanizer, dildos, anal beads—familiar stuff. But this was new.
At first, I thought it was a thermometer.
But her lie didn't fool me. Mammon's power told me it was a urethral catheter. The moment I picked it up, the words "Urethral Catheter" flickered faintly, confirming it.
With Hong Ye-won nicely bound, I searched my phone: "urethral catheter," "urethral masturbation," "urethral orgasm," etc.
"So..."
This rod went inside the urethra.
For women, the clit sits above the urethra, making pleasure surprisingly easy. Stimulating the urethra, bladder, and urinary muscles with this leads to squirting orgasms.
A more forced, direct way to induce squirting, I guess.
My heart raced, like a kid getting that Lego set for Christmas.
I spread the trembling Hong Ye-won's legs wide on the bed.
With her soaked panties gone, her bare thighs revealed a red slit and neatly trimmed bush.
"Hold your legs."
I ordered her to grip and spread them herself.
Then, using thumb and index, I parted her pussy lips for a close look.
"Ahk...!"
Ignoring her cry, I caressed her pussy with one hand.
Terror fueling arousal, perhaps—her pussy clenched and leaked juices even now.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Ack, ahhuk...!"
Lewd wet sounds mixed with her pitiful screams.
I teased her hidden clit from its hood and sucked it between my lips.
Smack, slurp, slurrrp, smack, slurrrp, slurp, smack.
Lips pulling it in, tongue rolling gently for stimulation.
"Eek, w-wait! Ahhuk, th-there!!"
Her hole pumped like a bellows, gushing nonstop. Well-masturbated sensitivity.
I pulled away, eyeing her crotch from afar.
Wet pubes a mess, pussy drenched, juices dripping to her perineum.
Curious thought struck.
I glanced at the tray. Three silicone dildos.
'Masturbates this much, yet her pussy's so pristine?'
Hong Ye-won's pussy felt sensitive but unused.
"Pussy-obsessed recluse, yet it's pretty? Wonder why."
"......"
She just sobbed, no answer.
Suspicious, I looked lower. Juices trailed down her perineum.
Her tiny asshole winked, drinking it up.
"Aha?"
I grabbed her cheeks, spreading them wide. No resistance—her round hole gaped easily.
Now I understood.
"Thought you were a goody-goody, but your ass is wrecked? Who knew writer Hong Ye-won was an anal addict."
Inexperienced women's assholes stay tight; they don't gape like this when spread.
Hers winked openly—clear sign of heavy use.
"Uhk... Hic... Hic..."
Instead of excuses, she buried her face and wept bitterly.
I pressed the smallest dildo to her lips.
"Open."
Her clamped pink lips parted slowly, and I shoved the dildo in.
"Mmph, gulp, guk?!"
"Suck."
No need for instructions—she got it, licking diligently.
Better sloppy than painful, maybe—she slobbered messily, coating it in saliva.
Slick.
I added lube to the saliva-drenched dildo.
Drip, drop.
Glistening under the fluorescent light, I pressed it to her asshole and thrust.
Tight at first, then with twists, lube helped it slide deep.
Schlup, shluuuuuurk!!
"Ooh, ok, oooooook♡"
Pig-like moans erupted from her.
Climax on insertion—legs shot skyward, toes quivering.
"Now I get it. You..."
I rubbed her quaking belly, big dildo buried in her ass.
"You've been waiting for a moment like this?"