Looking for a Lawyer (2)
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A slave is someone whose ownership belongs to another person. In other words, something less than human.
In human history, it's been less than 100 years since slaves disappeared.
No matter the place or era, east or west, ancient or modern, slaves have always existed. It's not just written in the Code of Hammurabi—it's even depicted in ancient Goguryeo watermelon paintings.
Even after the 18th-century European spread of natural rights led Britain to abolish slavery first, countless slaves still existed and were sold to America.
On January 1, 1863, amid the Civil War over abolition, Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, officially Proclamation No. 95. Slavery ended in America after the war.
"No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms."
With this announcement and the international community's relentless efforts, "official slaves" no longer exist in most countries.
At least, after Korean exam students read Martin Luther King's legendary speech starting with "I have a dream" for English study, there were no "official" slaves on this land.
But regardless of those facts, Kim Ayoung gripping the steering wheel of the car heading to the law firm in Yeouido looked unmistakably like Han Seongtae's slave.
Originally the landlady of Seongtae's tiny studio apartment, Ayoung had a husband, but she fell under hypnosis from her tenant, offered her body, and recited a slave declaration herself.
In front of her rebellious daughter Seoyeon, she gave up human speech, barked "woof woof," crawled on all fours as a loyal dog, and even used a razor to shave her daughter's pussy hair to offer to her master.
She didn't just prostrate in gratitude for her precious daughter's virginity being brutally torn apart by cock right before her eyes as a pledge of submission—she and her daughter became bitches wagging their tails and asses together.
Even as Seoyeon, who dreamed of being an idol, became a human toilet beyond mere slave—a word meaning no longer treated as human—Ayoung rejoiced as her mother.
To fulfill her new role of "swallowing every drop of semen without spilling," she practiced with Seoyeon, the human toilet, by drinking cola.
As a result, she could tighten her throat around even a massive cock pounding away without strain, for her master's sake, and swallow endless loads without a single burp. She became the perfect throat pussy.
Seongtae hated creampieing the womb that had borne another man's child, so he used her asshole. Despite being the worst outlet for sexual relief, she proudly cherished the humiliating, indelible tattoo "Anal Slave Kim Ayoung" on her back and wanted to keep it forever.
In the dim night riverside park, for her master's mere amusement, she fingered her pussy desperately with her daughter like bitches in heat, lifted one leg like a dog, squirted, and climaxed. It was embarrassing, but she hoped he enjoyed her fountain show...
On the walking path, she was filmed nude in poses exposing her privates, publicly toyed with. The perverse pleasure from the fantasy of "someone might see this" mixed with masochistic joy of submission, making her juices drip down her thighs.
She even regretted not being able to send videos and photos to her husband overseas, saying she was happy as her master's slave—due to Seongtae's orders.
She grew jealous of her daughter treated as a urinal, envying her drinking the sacred piss.
While master and his girlfriend ate at the table with the meal Ayoung prepared, she had to lap up condom semen from a dog bowl like it was delicious.
Her daughter knelt under the table sucking cock diligently while Seongtae watched UK soccer and ate eel, supplementing breakfast protein with fresh cum.
Yet she was grateful for master's mercy—not being tied in a public restroom as a human toilet for sexual relief, but serving as secretary. She was truly one of history's most humiliated slaves.
All these events, described so matter-of-factly, were done to her alone by Seongtae in under a week using just the hypnosis app.
His worldview was that twisted.
Now, he had finally shed almost all the chains binding him.
The events he would spark, escaping his well and influencing the future, weren't yet recorded in any history book.
His small footsteps were about to begin.
Separate from those facts, inside the car heading to Yeouido, an old song from Ayoung's tasteful playlist flowed out.
"Oh my, Master. I turned on the music because I felt lonely without thinking. Hohoho. If it's bothering you, shall I turn it off?"
"Nah, it's nice hearing it after so long. 'Restraint'..."
Gwak Cheolyong's firm was in Yeouido by Mapo Bridge—sticking to the concept, perhaps.
Of course, it wasn't just the name drawing me there.
His track record advising on buildings, real estate, companies; winning tax and crypto cases. Even shady cases had high acquittal rates. I was purely impressed.
'Must be why he's in Yeouido, full of fintech companies.'
Most intriguing: he accepts crypto as retainer and fees.
'Exploiting the loophole that coins aren't taxed on capital gains yet? Even that's fun.'
I reached for a cigarette absentmindedly, but none there.
"Ah~ wanna smoke."
"Master, shall we stop at a convenience store?"
"No. Once I start again, I can't quit."
I looked out the window. The Han River flowed by.
'Even without capital gains tax, gotta report for taxes. But coins fluctuate so much, value changes by reporting time... Play it right, pocket gains, easier money laundering too.'
The company I'm starting soon will handle funds in coins. I even planned laundering without the NTS noticing—of course, only possible for me with hypnosis...
But I'd check loopholes with a tax accountant first.
Entering Yeouido, suited salarymen and buildings greeted us.
"Almost there."
"What should I do...? Wait in the car?" Ayoung asked.
"Oh right, Seoyeon headed off on her own, yeah?"
"Her manager's taking care now. Dorm life starts soon, I think?"
"Yeah? That's a headache..."
'Handle the building quick, then hypnotize the agency president. Name was... Lee... Lee... Lee Suyeong from Swimming, right...?'
'And... didn't miss any suggestions for Seoyeon...? Damn, busy day.'
"By the way, Ayoung. When you were in showbiz, any sexual favors?"
"Of course. PDs had absolute power back then... Had to, for gigs. Surprisingly many big names too."
"These days?"
"Probably still rampant. Heard they target idols who can't debut, tangled with drugs too."
"Huh."
Sexual favors... Great idea, actually?
'Huh?'
We arrived at the building, but the sign had another name too.
Unlike online, "Park Sia" was listed with it.
'Woman, huh? Didn't expect much from a female lawyer's looks...'
"Ayoung, go hang out for an hour or so. I'll call when done."
"Yes, Master."
I got out, took the elevator up.
'Dramas always have a grumpy old guy and pretty secretary.'
"Hello. This is Gwak Cheolyong Park Sia Law Firm."
A female office worker greeted me first. The next seat was empty.
'In court?'
"Hello. I'm Han Seongtae, who booked a consultation by phone."
After some verification.
"Yes, Mr. Han, confirmed. You can meet right away."
"Great."
"Gwak Cheolyong charges about 200,000 won per hour, okay?"
"Fine."
"I could help for free first..."
"Nah, here for the lawyer."
"Alright, proceeding."
As she moved to leave, I leaned on the counter.
"Oh, one quick question."
"Yes?"
"Saw a name on the sign not online. Park Sia new?"
"Yes, just joined, homepage not updated. But top-tier skills. 4th in judicial training."
'No way? Why not a top firm like Kim Jong?'
"What does Park Sia handle?"
"Lately, metaverse stuff: blockchain, NFT, crypto, startup advisory and litigation."
'Blockchain, NFT, crypto, startup advisory/litigation... Perfect for my company.'
"I see."
"I'll tell the lawyer a client arrived. Starting consultation."
She left.
Looking around, Park Sia's nameplate. Her office was frosted glass, invisible from outside, door ajar.
Then, crash—papers flying.
"Ow!"
Female voice, sure enough.
Door open, I glanced in naturally.
But
She was picking up dropped paper stacks, embarrassing herself in front of me.
'Pretty? And skilled too?''You—human toilet jackpot!'