A Delinquent Girl as the Building Owner? (1)
"Yawn... slept like a rock."
When I woke up, Seoyeon was lying next to me, staring right at me.
"Good morning, Master. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah. You too? But why are you staring like that?"
"I was thinking about how you caressed me last night, Master."
"Was it that good?"
"Yes. In a way, it felt like you were serving me..."
"I'll do it again next time."
"Really? Yay!"
I yanked the blanket off.
"But look, morning wood."
"Ah! I'll take care of it right now."
*Slurp slurp*
And just like that, I got my usual morning blowjob from Seoyeon.
"My mornings always start with Master's cum. Hehe, I swear my skin's gotten better from drinking it every day."
"Your skin was always pale and flawless."
"Hehe, Master. I'll do my best!"
*Smack! Mmmph glurk*
While enjoying the morning fellatio, I checked my phone on the pillow. A bunch of messages and missed calls had piled up.
I've been replying sporadically, but I've been so damn busy...
Before diving into the day, I should handle a few.
Next was a text from Haeun.
Eunji had been blowing up my phone nonstop since the day before yesterday, but I'd been ignoring her.
What to do with Eunji...? First bitch or bad hypnosis? Headache.
Scrolling down, my old clubmates, seniors, juniors, classmates—hell, everyone I knew had messaged me.
The group chats alone were overwhelming.
Some straight-up asked if I was dating Jian.
Word travels fast...
I skipped the read-and-ignores, fired off quick replies to the rest.
Even Mom and my sister Hanyul had called.
Mom makes sense, but why Hanyul?
While fiddling with my phone, Seoyeon—mid handjob—spoke up.
"Master... talking to another girl besides me?"
"Jealous?"
"Yeah..."
"You jealous of my mom too?"
"Ah! Sorry, Master. I jumped to conclusions. Your mom? Then whatever!"
Seoyeon dove back in with gusto.
"Should I call her now?"
"I'll stay quiet?"
"Nah, keep sucking."
The line connected after a few rings. Mom's voice after ages.
"Hello? Mom, it's me."
"Seongtae! Why no contact? I was worried sick."
"Mom! I'm not a kid. Been in the army, I can handle my life."
"Army or not, doesn't matter to me."
"Anyway, what's up?"
"Thought you'd lost everything on coins again, boozing in your room. News says people are killing themselves over it..."
"Why would I suicide? And no more coins."
"Tell Mom the truth. Lost it all again? I don't get it—why zero left?"
"Told you, it's futures not spot... Never mind, you'd forget again."
"Yeah, I'm dumb unlike you. Fine. Why no calls then?"
"Been busy. This and that."
"What, president? Too busy for a call? Sigh. When you coming home? Call your dad. No real trouble, right?"
Mom still rapid-fires like always.
"Really nothing. Home soon. Call Dad too."
"What busy for a retard?"
A snide remark from sis Hanyul nearby.
"Hanyul! Don't call your bro retard. He's Korea Uni even if like this."
"Mom, ask Hanyul why she called."
"Well... Thought you dodging me, so told her to try."
Phone switched hands—now Hanyul.
"Hey! Han. Seong. Tae. Answer your damn phone humanely. Mom and Dad worry for nothing."
"Aish. I'll handle it. You rotting in your room? What's up lately?"
"Ugh, hearing you makes me wanna puke. Hanging up?"
"Hey! Shit... Hanyul!"
Call dropped.
"Aish!"
"Master...?"
"What?"
"You sound... different on family calls?"
"How?"
"More relaxed? Natural?"
"Dunno. Family's family."
"Me?"
"Dunno. Seoyeon, gonna cum—deepthroat."
"Yessss!"
I grabbed her head and blasted down her throat.
"Thank you for using my throat-pussy."
Stroked her hair—greasy.
"You haven't showered yet?"
"Huh? *Smack smack.* Yeah, not yet."
"Shower together."
"Yes! Love it!"
Left the master bedroom with Seoyeon. Ayoung cooking.
"Good morning?"
"What's for breakfast? Smells good."
"Made hangover remedies. Clam soup and such."
Grabbed naked Ayoung's ass hard.
"Hngh!"
Seoyeon beside: "Ayoung, ass alone gets you wet now?"
"Sensitive since yesterday... Seoyeon-ma'am..."
Last night: Banned clothes at home, constant dildo inserted. Call me Seoyeon-ma'am now.
"Seoyeon, play with Ayoung's dildo."
Hierarchy set—Ayoung bottom bitch.
"Yesss!"
Seoyeon gripped the dildo in Ayoung's pussy, shook it up-down.
*Squish squish*
"How's it, Ayoung? Daughter dildo-fucking your pussy?"
"G-Good... Seoyeon-ma'am... Ahhn."
"Good? More?"
"Yes... More, please... Seoyeon-ma'am!"
"Slave where!"
Ayoung's pussy had a 30cm dildo—my size—half out. Seoyeon slammed it in, handle-deep.
"Haaah! Seoyeon-ma'am! Too deep!"
"Hold it tight till Master's shower done?"
"Y-Yes! I'll clench! Seoyeon-ma'am."
Seoyeon turned to me, arms crossed. Ayoung's back now read: 'Public' Anal Slave Kim Ayoung. 'Public' Seoyeon's addition.
Ayoung clenched against slipping dildo-lube, legs X'd, stirred soup desperately.
"Shower time?"
"Yes!"
Showered with Seoyeon, chatted.
"How's it feel? Training your mom?"
"Fun!"
"What fun?"
"Like the latest toy that obeys every word."
"Yeah?"
That's the appeal. Hot watching daughter dom mom.
"Met the other three members?"
"Yep."
"How were they?"
"Fine. But I'm the maknae."
"You?"
"What reaction... Master! I'm only 20."
"Debut younger usually."
"Yeah, but prez wants sexy concept."
"Sexy idol groups now?"
"Pfft! Sex idols? But I am Master's sex idol~?"
Seoyeon wrapped my cock in soapy tits.
"No! Sexy. Sexy."
"Anyway, prez says targeting sexy concepts killed by fems..."
You were fem. Now fully modded by me.
"Huh. Other members' personalities?"
"One sis bullies a bit, other two friendly-ish? One-two years older."
"Who's prettiest?"
"Me!"
"Liar?"
"Nope. Hehehe."
Grinned like a fool.
Could order truth, but check at tomorrow's audition.
Post-shower, blow-dried hair.
"Brush yours?"
"Really? Honor!"
*Brush brush.* Tamed her silky black locks.
"Sighhh."
"Sigh why?"
First time seeing her sigh.
"Bleaching'll turn it broom-bristles. Sigh."
"No way. Prez wants dye?"
"Yeah. Flashier color sells better than black for debut."
"Huh."
Retro prez?
"You ever dye?"
"Nah. No interest."
"Bleach multiple times for color—ruins hair."
"Kinda know. But dyed looks hot?"
"Master likes blondes over black? Like Jian."
"Not really. Yours pretty too—just brushing."
Oh right, salon and dept store planned.
"Salon soon, like last time."
"You remembered? Thought too busy to mention..."
"Weekend?"
"Yes! Together, Master!"
"Done. Breakfast."
"Master..."
"Yeah?"
"Love you!"
*Smack.*
Blushed post-fellatio, bolted to kitchen.
Scratched head, followed.
Table set nice. Seoyeon sat quick, Ayoung waited with bowl on floor.
"Dig in."
Spooned clam soup. Delicious as ever.
To floor-munching Ayoung: "Refreshing. Good, Ayoung?"
"To your taste, Master? Seoyeon-ma'am?"
"Yum!"
Mid-meal, phone rang. Gwak the lawyer.
"Hello, Seongtae-ssi. Where to meet today?"
"*Chomp.* Eager beaver early."
"Eating? Call back?"
"Nah. Dalgeon's hustling hard."
"Hustle or corpse. Sales job basically."
"Anyway, near Korea U—come here?"
"10ish? Address?"
"10? OK. Spot..."
Home awkward... Roomy spot? Nah, car better?
"Seongtae-ssi? Where?"
"Your car for briefing? Security."
"Or I pick neutral spot?"
"Good. Send address."
"Yes. See you at 10."
Call ended, mildly annoyed.
Few calls, light scheduling—pesky. Trivial really.
Life till HS: fixed schedule. College: lectures fixed. Army: no planning.
Now changes.
Fine now, but more people soon. Imagining micromanaging? Dizzying.
100 hypnotized? Hard to track...
Guess I really need a secretary first.