The Bitch Slave Offers Her Cherished Daughter to Her Master
While the landlady Kim Ayoung was in the midst of swearing her oath of enslavement, the person who punched in the passcode and entered was her daughter, Lee Seoyeon.
Lee Seoyeon. An aspiring idol trainee who looked just like her mother in her youth, she was a stunning beauty. She was on her way back from dance practice.
Influenced by the trend from top girl groups, she had her long slicked-back straight hair tied into twin tails. She wore a black crop top that barely covered her chest, leaving her midriff fully exposed, with a white bra top underneath.
Her black jogger pants featured an OnWhite logo on the waistband.
She slipped off her gray sneakers.
'There are slippers here?'
"Mom~ I'm home~ Is someone in the house?"
I, Lee Seoyeon, was walking down the hallway.
'What's that sour smell coming from?' Instead of the usual lingering coffee aroma, the air was thick with the stench of a laundry basket full of rags and clothes, mixed with the musky scent of aroused females wafting from the living room.
And the sight that greeted me felt utterly otherworldly.
My mom was lying flat on the floor, completely naked, face buried in the ground.
"Kyaaah! What happened?! Mom!! Why are you like this?! Who's there?! I'm calling the cops!!"
But suddenly, a smartphone screen was thrust in front of my eyes, and as I stared at it, my mind went blank. This was Han Seongtae hiding behind the wall separating the kitchen from the hallway, hypnotizing me the moment I appeared.
The man who suddenly appeared before me was giving me orders.
"Don't say a word. Just stand there quietly."
I wanted to move, but my body wouldn't budge—not even my lips.
(What the hell is this?! I can't move! Mom! Mom!)
But my voice wouldn't come out. The moment Mom saw me, she started flustering about in panic.
From Ayoung's perspective, she had no memory of being hypnotized, so she'd never seen Seongtae hypnotize anyone before. Burning with shame, she tried to flee.
"Ah! Seoyeon, ugh, it's not what it looks like—"
"You stay put too and watch." The man grabbed Mom's arm as she tried to run.
"Violent... no, brain damage, right."
The man muttered to himself, then slapped the dazed Mom across the face.
"Ah! It hurts!" (Are you insane?! Why hit my mom?! Mom!)
"Snap out of it. It's fine, so just stay still!!"
Mom clutched her stinging cheek.
The man said, "You said you'd do anything earlier, right?"
"Yes, sob sob, I'll do anything. Seeing Seoyeon like this in my state... I'm so flustered... sob sob, I'm sorry, Master."
(Do anything? Master? Talking to that guy?)
"Yeah? Calm down and sit for a bit." The mysterious man kept giving Mom orders.
"Yes, sob sob."
It was impossible to believe—this was nothing like my usually haughty mom.
The man checked his smartphone, scratched his head, and said,
"Name... Lee Seoyeon, age 20... Relationship experience: none, virgin: yes."
(How does he know my name and age? What's 'relationship experience'?)
"The app shouldn't be glitching, but with that face, guys left her alone?"
It wasn't that guys left her alone—she despised men.
"Wonder why. Maybe I should ask?"
Under hypnosis, she recalled events from a few years ago.
Seoyeon was eating dinner while watching a TV drama with her mom.
"Oh my, that's so-and-so. I was in a drama with her back in the day? She still looks so pretty. Look at that firm skin."
"Mom, why'd you quit? You're still beautiful."
"Mom was a rising star actress back then. I retired after meeting your dad."
Dad was always on business trips, never coming home.
"I hate Dad! He's always leaving us alone."
"Tsk tsk, Seoyeon. You can't say that about your dad. We met thanks to him, right?"
"Ugh, whatever."
"Everything you wear, everything you eat and drink... it's all the price of your dad's loneliness. Got it?" Mom continued,
"And Seoyeon, you know how much lesson fees cost for idol training? At least call your dad. He misses you."
"Ew, no. I'm busy these days."
"So, sweetie, when do you think you'll debut?"
"Why bring that up outta nowhere? Ruins my appetite."
Ring ring.
"Oh, it's your dad. Honey~ Where are you now? New York? Hohoho."
"Ugh, annoying. I'm going to my room." Seoyeon dropped her spoon and slammed her door.
"Oh my, what's with her. Hey~ Close the door gently!! Anyway, honey, about that~~~"
"Must be puberty~"
'Fulfill the dreams I couldn't.'
Meanwhile, oblivious in her room, Seoyeon lay on her bed and posted on her usual women-only community forum.
Seoyeon believed all of this stemmed from men. Corrupted by toxic online communities since childhood, she'd become a full-blown feminist, rejecting every guy's confession at school.
After being groped on a crowded subway, she couldn't stand men touching or even talking to her. Even as an idol trainee with guys swarming her, they were all just bugs to her.
In that sense, she resembled her mother's youthful beauty, danced well, and scored high on midterms—but as an idol, she couldn't imagine pleasing male audiences or acting cute for them.
Gasp!
Snapping back, I overheard the man talking to Mom.
"Um... Master. Can I ask one thing?"
"What?"
"Seoyeon's acting weird..."
"She just stood there after you showed her the phone... What's going on?"
"Oh, this? I hypnotized your daughter with a hypnosis app. Hard to believe, I know."
"Hypnosis app? No way that exists."
"Here, watch."
He approached me and said,
"Seoyeon, take off your tops."
"Okay!" My body moved on its own, stripping off the crop top and bra top without hesitation.
Under the bra top was another compression layer for dance practice; once removed, her breasts bounced free. At least D-cups.
(Why is my body doing this?! Stop listening! Showing my tits to a stranger—worst nightmare... ugh.)
"Pants too."
At his words, my body stripped like a pro stripper, leaving me in just panties before him.
"Hey, Ayoung, she looks just like you. She's an idol or something?"
"Yes. Seoyeon's prepping for debut at a mid-tier agency."
"Figures. I fell for you on sight, but she's seriously pretty."
"Thank you for the praise."
The man kept ordering me around.
"Aspiring idol? Dance for me."
My naked body started dancing the routine from today. Ayoung was awestruck by the hypnosis.
"Seoyeon, stop. See? Believe me now? Hypnosis."
(Hypnosis? I have no idea what's real anymore.)
"Th-this... impossible. But I have to believe it... So you hypnotized me the same way?"
"Yeah, but different suggestions. For you, stuff like paying back rent with cum, a few basics."
"??? Master... sorry, but no jokes. Paying rent with cum is just common sense...? What did you even suggest?"
"Not lying. Hate it now that you know you're hypnotized? Forgot your slave oath already?"
Seongtae played the video for Ayoung.
"...I, Kim Ayoung, slave and bitch of my Master, shall henceforth serve Han Seongtae as Master..."
(Stop stop!! Please, Mom must be hypnotized too. Has to be.)
"No, no, I'm truly grateful you saved me, Master. Just curious."
In reality, Ayoung's actions now were voluntary, unlike her daughter's hypnosis.
The conversation and video of Mom were beyond comprehension—this couldn't be real; it had to be a dream, she started denying.
(Yeah, bad dream. Just wake up, please.)
"Anyway, Ayoung! You just watch quietly now."
"Yesss... Master's command..."
The man approached and groped my breasts. (Mom, Mom, help! Hate a guy touching me... ugh.)
To outsiders, Seoyeon looked lifeless, dead-eyed, lips flapping like a goldfish at Seongtae's questions—but her mind raced nonstop.
(This is a dream, has to be. No way this happens.)
Groping my breasts, the man said. (Disgusting... gonna puke.)
"From now on, answer my questions honestly. Why haven't you been with any guys?"
"Uh... I hate all men. Mom's stuck washing dishes at home instead of TV because of Dad."
(Who is this guy?! Why am I answering?!)
"Hate men? Never even kissed?"
"No, never want to. Thinking of kissing a guy makes me nauseous."
(Why am I spilling everything?!)
"Virgin? Well, no kissing means no porn either? Know what sex is?"
"Virgin. Saw some porn out of curiosity but puked and stopped. As an adult, I vaguely know sex... but never wanna do it with a guy. Ever."
(What am I saying?! Sex?! But my mouth...)
"Hate Dad too?"
"Yes. Dad's a misogynist. Cheating abroad!! He ruined Mom's life."
"Misogynist? You're a feminist?"
"Yes, feminist. You Korean pig." She spat it with true venom.
"Ayoung, that's what she says."
(Why call Mom 'Ayoung'?! Why's she naked on the floor?! Help me, Mom!)
Mom was sobbing face-down.
"I thought it was just puberty angst... no wonder no boyfriends, figured she was picky."
"Sob... didn't know she hated her dad that much..."
Ayoung's pride shattered. Her last bastion crumbled.
"Phew... misogynist, huh. Needs brainwashing. Pretty face, but what kinda parenting was that?"
"As a parent, I'm ashamed. Sorry."
"You said you'd do anything? Can you offer your daughter too?"
"Sob sob, honestly... grind... I'm Master's property...
That kid I birthed... in a way... Master's too... do as you please."
Her teeth ground, lips bit bloody. Maternal instinct clashed with her broken ego.
"Ayoung, what if I save Seoyeon like I did you?"
"Pardon? If you save Seoyeon like you did me, I'd be eternally grateful."
"Beg properly."
Ayoung bowed naked on all fours politely.
"As you saved me, please use your magnificent cock to show my worthless child how great Master is."
"Master... worthless as she is, take my 20-year cherished daughter's virginity. I beg you."
(Cock? Virginity? Mom, what?! Take my virginity? She's lost it! I'll save you... sob sob.)
This wasn't hypnosis suggestion—pure from Ayoung's heart. She'd truly gone mad.
Never dreamed Mom would beg naked on all fours for my virginity.
"Where's the master bedroom?"
"Straight down the left hallway, the door you see."
"Seoyeon, shower quick and come to the bedroom. Up close, your crotch stinks. Especially wash your pussy clean with feminine wash."
"Got it. I'll wash my pussy clean." (What for? Lowest scum, gonna kill him...)
After intense dance, Seoyeon reeked of sweat and that fishy feminine scent, heading to the shower.
To Ayoung still face-down, I said,
"Crawl after me like a dog."
"Yessss! Woof woof!"
I headed to the master bedroom, bitch trailing on all fours.
Passing the dining table, the family photo showed three smiling faces.