A Sincere Apology
Ahn Juyeon’s command made my cock spring back to life instantly.
This bitch knew how to use Stamina Recovery too. Well, even plain Lee Yuna had the skill, so of course someone like Ahn Juyeon would have it.
I flipped her over right away and made her lift her ass.
The sight of her trembling arms barely holding her up on the bed after all her strength had been drained was almost pitiful.
“Master…♡ Hurry…♡”
She looked back at me with completely melted eyes and wiggled her ass back and forth. It really looked like she was wagging an invisible tail.
What a filthy, lewd bitch.
So I slammed straight into her.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Paaang—!
“Hiiya! Hiyaang! Haaang! Hyaaang♡♡♡!!!”
It was way too loud, so I clamped my hand over her mouth. She immediately bit down on my fingers and started sucking them greedily.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
“Chup— hngut, chupchup— hbub! Hnguuung! Chyub— hngggguk!!”
Splashsplashsplashsplashsplashsplashsplash—!! Shove—!!
I sped up and fucked her like a madman before unloading deep inside her pussy.
Right before I came, Ahn Juyeon reached her peak first. Her inner walls clamped down hard around my cock like she was trying to milk me dry.
“Hiiyaak… haaak… haaaaak……”
“Huk, huk, huk…”
It felt like I’d run on a treadmill for two straight hours. Not that I’d ever actually lasted more than forty minutes on one.
I collapsed onto her back, panting, and licked the thick beads of sweat rolling down her spine. They tasted like orange juice mixed with lime.
She really was a human fruit. Not some juice vendor—actual nectar poured out of this bitch.
“Hiyaang—! Haak… haak…”
“Huk, huk… I’m exhausted…”
“Me too, haa… I’m so tired too…”
Right. She hadn’t slept properly for over two days.
After the filthy sex, the post-nut clarity hit and guilt came rushing in. My heart grew soft.
I really was a kind, precious true master who knew how to cherish his slaves. That’s the kind of guy I was.
“Huk, huk… Want to sleep a little?”
“Haa… haa… Yes… haa… ah!”
Ahn Juyeon suddenly tried to sit up, but since I was still on top of her she just flopped back onto the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Haa… haa… work…”
“Ah.”
That’s right. Today was Monday.
“Take a personal day. I’ll do the same.”
“Okay……”
Bzzzzzz—
The call was from Ahn Juyeon’s boyfriend. He’d already called dozens of times since two days ago.
I’d sent one text pretending to be her, but it clearly hadn’t been enough.
“Here. It’s your boyfriend.”
When I handed the phone to the face-down, panting Ahn Juyeon, she looked up at me with genuine surprise.
“…Can I really answer?”
“You should. He’s worried sick.”
“Yesss……”
Truthfully, I was curious how she would act. I wanted to know whether her declaration of becoming my slave had been nothing but heat-of-the-moment lust, or if she had genuinely submitted.
Of course there was a chance this bitch would call her boyfriend over to kill me, but I had plenty of blackmail videos ready. I could always lie and say I’d scheduled them to upload automatically.
“Hellooo……”
“—Juyeon!”
“—Why haven’t you been picking up? I was so worried!”
It was the deep, resonant voice of an attractive man. Fuck, good-looking and a nice voice too. I was jealous.
“Oppa……”
“—What’s wrong with your voice? Did something happen??”
Ahn Juyeon took a shaky breath and glanced back at me.
The moment our eyes met, I swallowed hard without thinking. Tension twisted in my gut.
No way… the next words out of her mouth were going to be…
“…I caught a really bad cold……”
“!!”
When I stared at her in shock, she gave me a tired little smile.
Her lips moved silently.
‘Did I do good?’
That’s what it looked like she was saying.
“—A bad cold? Is it serious? Your voice is completely shot.”
“It hurts… so I’ve been sleeping the whole time…… I’m sorry I couldn’t answer……”
“—It’s okay. Should Oppa come over right now? I’ll bring porridge and medicine.”
“No…… I’m going back to sleep……”
“—Want me to stay with you today?”
“It’s fine…… Oppa…… I’ll call you again tonight……”
“—…You’re really okay, right?”
“Yeah…”
“—Phew, alright. You have to call me back, promise?”
“Mmm…”
“—Sleep well. If it gets worse or you need anything, call me. Okay?”
“Yeah……”
After ending the call, Ahn Juyeon held the phone out to me.
“Master… I’m going to sleep now…… Please text our team leader……”
“Got it. I’ll message the company.”
“Thank you………”
She was out like a light the second her eyes closed, breathing softly.
Her face looked exhausted but strangely at peace.
I sent texts to both our team leaders and tossed the phone aside.
I had originally planned to quit today, but I’d changed my mind.
There was now something I wanted to do at the company.
“Huuuung……”
How long had she slept? When Ahn Juyeon opened her eyes again, it was already the middle of the night.
Her throat stung. Her wrists and ankles throbbed. Her pussy tingled with raw pain.
Her entire body ached like one giant muscle cramp.
‘Haa……’
The memory of that morning’s insane, mind-melting sex came rushing back.
Her brain had felt like it was melting as she threw herself at Jung Sunghyuk. Her face burned with shame.
‘I must have lost my mind…’
To think she had begged to become his slave. She had gone completely insane.
She had wanted it that badly. Wanted to feel that good. In her melted mind there had been only one thought: she needed that cock inside her.
She had wanted to be fucked. By his cock.
She had wanted to be freed. From his torment.
‘Torment……’
The word lodged itself in her brain. It rolled around in her mouth.
Suddenly, old memories surfaced. All the terrible things she had done to him in the past.
Because she had been in a bad mood, or because he had simply been in the way, she had shoulder-checked Jung Sunghyuk, spilled coffee on his shirt and pants.
She had knocked the precious documents out of his hands while he was rushing somewhere, then stomped all over them.
She had stood right behind him and openly trash-talked him with the rest of the team.
All those moments she had ‘just’ tormented him.
‘……’
Ahn Juyeon struggled to sit up. Dragging her heavy hips, she moved to the edge of the bed.
On the floor, Jung Sunghyuk was sleeping without even a blanket.
It was a one-room studio, so there was only one set of bedding. He had given it all to her and gone to sleep alone on the cold floor.
Ahn Juyeon pulled the blanket off herself and gently laid it over him.
She sat beside him and softly stroked his hair.
“I’m… sorry…”
In her hoarse, cracked voice, she offered a sincere apology. She spoke each word carefully, from the heart.
“Back then… I was going through a really hard time…. You were the easiest target, so I took it all out on you……
I wanted to feel better, so I……
I never should have tormented you for no reason…… I never should have done that……”
Drip. Drop.
Hot tears spilled from her eyes.
“I’m sorry… really… I’m so sorry… hic……”
Ahn Juyeon quietly sobbed as she kept stroking Jung Sunghyuk’s hair.
“Huk… Sunghyuk oppa… I’m sorry… huk, Master… I’m sorry… hic.”
Again and again.
Pouring every ounce of sincerity into each word.
“I’m so sorry……”
“Mmm……”
When I woke up, Ahn Juyeon was somehow curled up in my arms on the floor.
Why would she leave the soft bed to sleep on the hard floor…? Had she tried to kill me and then given up?
I brushed her cheek and felt the dried tear tracks. She had cried.
These were the traces of her suffering while remembering everything I had done to her.
The traces of her debating whether or not to kill me.
‘Fucking bitch…!’
So that’s why she hadn’t told her boyfriend right away—she wanted to kill me with her own hands.
But when it came down to it, she didn’t want to get blood on them. She didn’t want to become a criminal because of someone like me.
She probably knew breaking my laptop or phone wouldn’t do anything. I had disabled both face and fingerprint recognition.
I had prepared pretty thoroughly, if I do say so myself.
She still hadn’t learned her lesson. Not yet, Ahn Juyeon.
Fine by me.
I’d see her at the company tomorrow. I’d give her a proper education then.
“Mmm……”
While I was glaring at her with those thoughts, Ahn Juyeon’s eyes fluttered open.
“Did you sleep well…?”
She smiled sweetly the moment our eyes met.
What a hypocrite.
I saw everything. The way her face froze for a split second.
Look at how her pupils are shaking. Those are the eyes of someone regretting she didn’t finish me off yesterday.
“Uh, yeah. Did you sleep well too, Juyeon?”
“Yes… Oppa… No, Master…”
“G-good girl~.”
“……”
I praised her but she stayed silent. She was even trembling.
Of course. Being treated like this by a guy like me must make her sick. She probably wants to kill me.
Gurgle—
“Master… I’m hungry…”
“Ah, right. Want to go out and get something to eat?”
“Yes.”
Click.
I turned on the light and scanned the room for anything suspicious. She must have prepared something while I was asleep… but nothing obvious jumped out.
The most noticeable thing was how filthy the blanket on the bed had become.
It was covered in stains and thick white streaks. It should have reeked… oh right, I still had Sweet After Bitter active.
Sniff sniff… Smells nice.
I looked over at Ahn Juyeon, who was sitting quietly where I had slept. Her hair was matted, her eyes crusty… she was a mess. Still pretty, though.
“I need to wash up first.”
“Shall I wash you?”
“What?”
I froze. I hadn’t expected her to offer to wash me.
What was she planning?
Was she going to knock me out in the bathroom and kill me? Stage it as an accidental slip and fall, head cracked open on the tiles?
When I stared at her full of suspicion, she averted her eyes.
She definitely had something to hide.
“…I’m embarrassed.”
“…?”
“I’m so dirty right now… if you look at me like that…”
“…?!”
Ahn Juyeon covered her face with both hands.
Her acting was natural and flawless. Well done. She had the talent of a top actress.
Bravo, Juyeon. Clap clap clap!
“…Aren’t you going to wash?”
“O-of course I am. I’ll go first.”
“…? Okay.”
I rushed in, washed as fast as I could, and came back out. I was worried about what she might do while I was in there.
But there she was—sitting in the exact same spot, in the exact same position, waiting for me.
“You washed really fast.”
“Men usually do.”
“My boyfriend never did… He always washed every single inch thoroughly…?”
What the hell kind of question was that?
Did she think I was a five-year-old who couldn’t even wash himself properly?
Were you my mom or something?
…I washed thoroughly, Mom.
“Th-then!”
“Could I check for myself…?”
Ahn Juyeon crawled forward on her knees, hips swaying. For some reason her expression looked strangely determined.
“Wh-what are you talking about? A slave trying to inspect her Master?”
“N-no, it’s not that. It’s just that Master came out so quickly…”
“Then let’s see how well you wash. Get in.”
“……!”
Ahn Juyeon’s eyes went wide.
What would come next was definitely her usual contemptuous look. The classic Ahn Juyeon signature face.
Come on. Let’s see it. As punishment I’ll spank that ass until it’s raw.
“What, you can’t do it? With that attitude, toward me—”
“I’ll show you.”
Ahn Juyeon staggered to her feet with obvious difficulty.
Thick streaks of white semen and dried love juice from the past few days clung to her crotch and thighs.
She walked unsteadily over, took my hand, and said,
“Let’s go in. Master.”