The True Beginning of Service (4)
I'm scared. My obscured vision stirs up vague imaginings. They say a dog can't control its trembling at the sight of a dogcatcher. That's exactly how I must look right now. Cutting through the acrid cigarette stench, a faint whiff of blood seems to emanate from Lee Seo-yoon.
It's because she's a doctor, yeah, a doctor... it has to be that.
Clack—clack—the footsteps approaching me feel like they're shaking the very floor I'm prostrated on. My hyper-tensed brain can't even distinguish if it's my body shaking or the ground quaking.
Scrrch—scrrch—the soft drag of shoes on the floor echoes distantly. That presence circling me, dragging its feet, steals every nerve in my body.
Rustle—each brush of fabric makes my hips drop instinctively. My waist arches upward. I cover my vital spots on reflex, now actually hoping for the pain to come.
"Pfft, what a sight."
Her sudden voice makes my body jolt upward like it's spring-loaded. I unwittingly break the cat pose I'd been desperately holding.
"Back in position."
Contrary to my fears, no pain came. Instead, her voice washed away every stray thought cluttering my head.
"There we go. That's the whore's pose, got it? Empty that disgusting head of yours and just do what I say."
She was right. Self-awareness wasn't needed for my job—at least not for this pathetic work I was doing.
"Hmm... shall we flip you over now? Lie on your back, belly exposed."
No more hesitation. My job ethic boiled down to simply obeying orders. I rolled over like a newborn, facing the ceiling. Not knowing where to put my arms and legs, I wriggled awkwardly to find a pose.
I'd become someone who didn't even know how to lie down without commands. Strangely, though, my mind felt more at ease than before.
"Why's a whore dressed so fancy? Pull those shoulder straps down to your waist. Good. Now hike up that skirt. Yeah, this suits you—you know it too. A woman who looks better covering her tits with her skirt than with clothes."
The hiked-up skirt covered the emptiness left by my top sliding down. But below my navel, only my panties remained.
"Legs... hmm, spread 'em in an M. Pfft, getting the hang of it? Hands... lock 'em together and cradle the back of your head? Haah, perfect."
The final pose was beyond calling it a whore's—it was something else entirely. Yet my brain, numb from extreme tension, found stability here before shame.
"Now talk in that pose. You won't be able to after I beat you... so I'll hold off a bit. But bore me, and you're in for it?"
"Yes, thank you... may I ask where I left off?"
"One leg of your double-dipping was Heo Jin-woo. Who's the other?"
"My childhood friend..."
Even as I spoke, it felt like relaying someone else's story. I no longer felt human. Like a tool existing only to consider Lee Seo-yoon Hunter-nim's mood. As if ownership of my body had transferred.
Yet unwanted tremors wracked this body endlessly.
"Like I'd know from that? God, you're such a fucking retard. Pfft, but I think I know. That Black Tiger Guild master with the deadly rivalry to Heo Jin-woo, right?"
"Yes, Lee Seo-yoon Hunter-nim... but their relationship isn't that bad, is it? Not anymore, at least..."
Like typical novel rivals, the two men clashed constantly at first due to clashing personalities. But as the semester progressed, they came to respect each other somewhat.
It's not like they're close now... but definitely not on deadly terms...
"What? You think it's not anymore? Didn't you see the recent article? Whatever, what would a whore like you know. Summarize the double-dipping."
"Yes, Hunter-nim. In short... I was dating my childhood friend, but he started neglecting me for other girls, so I looked elsewhere... and it happened to be Heo Jin-woo. I don't even know why... he was just weirdly good to me..."
"That's why dumb bitches are the worst. Hey, you seeing multiple guys is the same as him seeing multiple girls? Even if you're his tenth, you'd spend your life on your knees serving him."
"You're right... I was stupid."
The more I degraded myself, the more satisfied Lee Seo-yoon Hunter-nim seemed.
"Looking at you, whoring was your calling from the start. How is it? Like the job?"
My week at First had been hellish. I just buried that horror under deeper guilt and responsibility.
"Yesss, I love it... I wish I'd known sooner; I never would've gone to the Hunter Academy."
Yet my mouth gave the answer that would please her most. Guests didn't need to know a whore's deep thoughts.
"Ha! Right? But hey, lie again and what did I say I'd do?"
But I was hopelessly dumb. My chilling body stiffened as my frozen brain whirred frantically.
Lie... was lying the second rule? No... there was only one rule? Then what about lying...?
"Hmm... didn't say anything specific? Maybe. Whatever, doesn't matter."
It really didn't. She didn't need justification to punish me.
"So what next? Save the beating for last... yeah, panties down, pussy out."
It had come. A command I'd never accept normally, but I was a sinner who'd lied. No time for my feelings or excuses. Everything had to align with hers.
As I lowered my M-spread legs to remove my panties, her hands gripped them, forcing them wider. Silent pressure to strip in this pose.
I awkwardly lifted my hips side to side, dragging the panties to my right ankle. I felt eyes on my privates. Overwhelming terror left no room for arousal.
Lee Seo-yoon Hunter-nim lightly stroked upward with her fingers, chuckling amusedly.
"What a fucking slutty cunt. Look at that blackened discoloration."
No leisure for shame, but my face burned anyway. A body post-pregnancy wouldn't look virgin-pure. Still, as a novel heroine with few experiences, not that bad...
"Even now, it gets wet from a touch. First time seeing a slut like you."
I couldn't deny that. Jeong Ga-eun's sole heroine charm was her hypersensitive body.
"Ha, hopeless slut... Hey, now touch yourself. You expect me to handle that filthy thing?"
She spun my body to lean back on the desk. Now I presented only my M-spread pussy to her, back supported.
"Don't dawdle—start."
Bringing my hand to it tentatively, it was indeed slightly wet. Cursed sensitivity. No pretenses wanted, so I jammed middle and ring fingers straight in.
A slight sting from the not-fully-lubed entrance. I pulled them out, spread labia wide with index and middle in a V, then circled my exposed clit with three fingers.
Counterclockwise circles, switching to up-down friction when stimulation lagged. Habitually slipping fingers under my bra to nipples, but the nursing pads made me pause. Instead, I buried left fingertips in my cleavage, palm squeezing upper breasts.
To divert my gaze, I slapped my pussy—smack-smack—with the clit-rubbing fingers. Wet enough now, so back to stabbing with middle and ring.
Zaps of pleasure surged; an "Ahng..." moan escaped naturally. Labored breaths poured out endlessly. To focus on the building bliss, I slid my left hand under my ass.
Suddenly truly aroused—not for show, but real masturbation. For deeper insertion, I unhooked my wrist from my pubic bone, bending at right angles. Switched to index and middle for faster thrusts.
Left hand braced my shaking breasts from below; right pounded my pussy harder.
"Nnghha..."
Forgetting anyone was there. Climax built relentlessly. Inner thighs quivered madly near my Y-zone.
Pulled fingers out, rapidly side-to-side on my erect clit. Smack-smack-smack—lewd squelches. Unthinkingly, left hand ripped off the nursing pad, hiked bra, twisted right nipple. Faint milk streams sprayed weakly in all directions.
The swelling peak crashed over me simultaneously. Toes stiffened; tremors spread to full legs. Mind-blanking ecstasy washed in waves; pussy squirted shhiiik for a while.
The paused stream reignited with a few clit rubs. Three more squirts, then total-body exhaustion.
Hand stroking upward slowly from pussy, savoring afterglow, my mind gradually cleared.