Arrogant Brat Heiress Building Owner's Harsh Lesson (3)
Olivia's blonde big-titted pussy mound was biting down on her T-panties.
The mirrors surrounding us on all sides were filled with images of Ollie's naked, lewd body.
"That bitch's figure is insane, Master Seongtae."
"You're sounding like such an old perv. Just film it with this."
I handed Cheolyong a secret phone. I'd asked him to max out the storage, so from now on, I'd shoot videos with this one.
Should I set up a server for data storage soon?
"Ha-ut!" With a little cry, Ollie yanked her panties right down.
"Kya~!"
A first-time naked girl never failed to get me hard, no matter how many times.
The 21-year-old chaebol granddaughter's sharp expression, her lightly tanned skin honed by workouts, tits that looked ready to spill out, and the piercing in her navel—it was all so slutty.
But above all, that cleanly waxed, hairless pussy.
My dick sprang right up.
"Master Seongtae! I'm all naked now! Feast your eyes on my body all you want!"
"Uh..."
I was about to say something when Dalgeon butted in.
"Whoa, fuck, that bitch is nuts. For real."
Dalgeon's voice—no, his very existence—was getting on my nerves.
"Ollie. Stay just like that, don't say a word, spread your legs and hold your pussy open with both hands. That's an order."
Ollie spread her legs wide and pried her pussy apart with both hands.
As her labia parted, the hole lewdly winked open and shut, and from the shame of exposing herself naked to three people, love juices naturally dripped out as a bodily response.
I turned to Dalgeon, who was standing next to Sookja.
"Hey, Dalgeon, you like Sookja?"
"Yeah. But that bitch is just..."
He pointed at Ollie with his finger.
"The Master should taste her first, right? You got any condoms?"
"Nope."
"Then go down to the convenience store on the first floor, buy some condoms, blow a load in Sookja, and come back. You said the fourth floor's empty, right?"
"For real? Thank you, Master Seongtae."
Even as his lady was doing a strip show, he'd stood there watching impassively. I looked at Sookja and said,
"You ever seen Olivia naked before?"
"No, first time today."
"What'd you think of her normally? Be honest."
"I thought she was a rude, obnoxious bitch. If she wasn't the Donggang Group granddaughter, I'd have sued her ass already. My husband's working there too."
"You got slapped earlier, right?"
"Yes..."
"If I told you to slap Olivia right now, would you?"
"Of course."
"Then do it. One good smack."
Sookja marched right up to the naked Ollie, legs and pussy spread wide, raised her arm high, and brought it down.
Whiiiiiish!
Smack!!
The sound cut through the air like a swing, her full-force slap landing square on the cheek.
Huff huff.
Sookja had put so much heart into it that she was panting hard after the slap, grinning ear to ear.
Ollie's cheek swelled red with a perfect handprint. But she didn't scream once.
Instead, pussy juice squirted out with a splash.
Wait, was that piss?
I looked at Sookja, who was still catching her breath, and said,
"You got a husband?"
"Yes, I do."
"Kids?"
"Two."
"Figured. You're not really my type anyway."
"Sorry I'm not to your taste."
Time to give her to Dalgeon once.
"Now, the guy next to you starts feeling way better than your husband, and for the next hour, you'll do whatever he wants. Your whole body's sensitivity goes up tenfold. After an hour, come back here."
"Yes. This man feels better than my husband, and I'll do whatever he wants. I'll be back in an hour."
This was my first time handing full control of a hypnotized person to someone else. What the hell would Dalgeon do?
Dalgeon, who'd been listening, was grinning like an idiot.
"That happy about it?"
"Yeah. Serving you, Master Seongtae, comes with perks like this."
"But isn't Sia way prettier?"
"Sia's just an onahole."
"Fair enough. Have fun with Sookja for an hour."
"Thank you, Master Seongtae."
"Give the phone back."
I took the phone, and Dalgeon put his hand on Sookja's shoulder to lead her out.
Oh, right. Otherwise, she wouldn't even moan when he fucked her.
"Sookja, once you step out the door, remember the suggestion and come back."
"Yes, got it."
The door slammed shut.
"Oh my! You're totally my type, and it's our first meeting."
"Keep your mouth shut and follow me till we buy condoms."
Dalgeon's imitating me. Guess I shouldn't let suggestions show. Wipe the memory after an hour?
Their footsteps faded away.
Maybe I'm a good boss who even thinks about employee welfare?
Now, the quiet room held only Ollie and me.
On the floor was a puddle—piss or pussy juice, who knew.
I said to Ollie, still frozen in that pose,
"You can move and talk now. Order."
Ollie immediately clutched her cheek, grinning like a lunatic. "Hahk! That bitch slapping me made me so happy! Hit me more!"
"Fucking crazy. Kekeke."
"And I had no idea it was your 'orders' keeping my body from moving this whole time."
"Oh, you figured it out?"
"No, I didn't."
"That squirt from your pussy—was it love juice?"
"It was my piss... First time anyone's ever smacked me since I was born... It just came out the second it hit. Not embarrassed at all."
"Grab a towel from over there and wipe your pussy and the floor."
She wiped her body and the floor with the towel. Meanwhile, I picked some music on my laptop.
"Time to dance now, right?"
"Hahaha, just like you said earlier—I wanna dance in this state!"
"Alright, when the music starts, dance."
I played Old Jeans' "Hyp Girl."
After the short intro, Ollie started moving to the beat.
"Come closer."
Her face beamed with happiness that couldn't get any brighter as she danced.
Since I suggested she do the opposite of her true feelings, this means she's furious, right? Wonder if she's cursing me out inside.
Now I dropped my pants to watch comfortably, dick out.
The song hit its climax, her moves got wilder—armpits, pussy, everything exposed without a care.
My dick stood straight up.
I was dancing naked in front of a total stranger who'd introduced himself as Han Seongtae.
Hngh, to think I'd be stripped bare without even panties in a place like this...! I'm the Donggang Group heiress!
Following the choreography, I spread my legs wide, swung my arms in circles, all while thinking,
Fuck, this is driving me insane! And why the hell do I have to dance?! My body won't listen!!
I winked at him, but my slapped cheek was swollen and throbbing.
That bitch Sookja slapping my face? I'll tell Daddy and make them both pay, whatever it takes.
He had his dick out, watching my humiliation.
And in the middle of that, that psycho bastard's cock is huge. Even 'Dustin' from America wasn't that big. Maybe even thicker than 'Dr. Andre'?
I'd hooked up with white guys and black guys in America, but nothing that size or girth. It wasn't normal. Despite all these thoughts, my traitorous body kept dancing to the music.
As the song built to climax, his dick stood fully erect too. Seeing that sky-pointing monster, I swallowed hard without thinking.
Wasn't that just half-hard earlier? Well, any guy would get hard watching me. Have I lost my mind? Fuck, what am I thinking?! He's a pervert.
Irritation and frustration boiled, but my eyes stayed glued to that massive cock symbol.
The song ended. Sweat beaded on my shoulders, trickling down my thighs.
"Ollie, one more song?"
No, I wanna stop now.
My mouth moved on its own.
"I wanna dance more, Master Seongtae!"
"Yeah? Then... Ibuki's 'You Are'."
"Yes!"
The music started, and like an idiot, my body danced again.
This isn't what I practiced for...
I gave in a little.
"Yeah, Ayoung? You're out front? Come up to the fifth floor then."
His eyes left me as he took the call.
Only then did I truly register dancing in this mirror-filled space. My naked dancing looked random but kinda pretty.
My body's perfect after all.
The guy said into the phone,
"Yeah, she's hypnotized. It's fine. Just come up."
Who's coming? Ayoung? A woman? Fuck, I don't even know anymore.
"Hypnosis...? Is he talking about me? Am I hypnotized or something?
He ended the call.
"Sorry, phone came in while you were dancing—missed some."
Pervert bastard. Forcing me to dance like this is disgusting.
"No problem. I'm just happy you're watching my dance."
Got it. I've been saying the opposite of what I feel. Maybe that bitch Sookja was controlled like me too? Yeah, I treated her well.
He said,
"You're sweating—tired already?"
Only two songs—think I'm tired?
"Danced two whole songs—I'm beat."
"Oh, guess not really tired then."
Okay, he noticed. If I play along like I'm hypnotized, maybe I can find a chance to escape. I'm a genius after all. Who am I, the daughter of?
The door burst open. In came a busty MILF in a dress, dragging a huge carrier bag.
Even as a woman, I was impressed by her figure.
She's hot.
"Oh, you're here? Ayoung?"
"Yes, Master. Oh? Is this the new slave you mentioned?"
"Yeah, she's your replacement."
Our eyes met—Ayoung's. She grinned, happy and wicked, like she was gonna torment me plenty.
Master? Slave? Replacement—what the fuck?
Ayoung suddenly stripped off her dress without hesitation.
Crazy? What the hell?
Then she got on all fours for him, ass hiked high—not her first rodeo.
What's that?
There on her back: .
Public Anal Slave Kim Ayoung??? What the fuck is that??? Is she insane?
And her hair was tied up—not with a band, something weird.
Fucking hell, is that a condom????
Squinting, yeah—pale yellow, filled with what looked like cum, tying her hair.
Confirmation kill.
"Ayoung, still got that condom in your hair?"
Ass-down, she replied,
"It's the gift you gave me, Master."
She's lost it. This is fucking nuts. I gotta get out before whatever happens to me. Olivia, snap out of it.
"Ayoung, pull out the bunny girl outfit first."
"Yes, Master."
Ayoung hopped up quick, opened the carrier, and pulled out the bunny girl getup.
A tiny leotard combining top and panties, bunny ear headband, butterfly tie choker like a shirt collar.
Calling it a leotard was generous—shiny black scrap with a hole at the pussy, T-panty back exposing the ass fully.
"Master, should I put it on now?"
"Nah, that's for the slave Ollie over there. Red heels gave me the idea."
"Her tits are massive, Master. It'll suit her perfect. Want me to dress her?"
"Yeah, do it. Ollie, you want that, right?"
Are you insane? Pervert fuck, how am I supposed to wear that shit!
"Yes, Master Seongtae, I really wanna wear it!"
Ayoung said,
"Oh, such an obedient slave already."
Not a slave, you fucking bitch?
Wait? Why can I say that to her straight?
"Master, the slave's mouth is a bit foul."
Seongtae said,
"Treat Ayoung like your slave senior with respect. Order."
"Yes! Senior Ayoung! I'm the new slave!"
Order, order—gonna lose it. That word and I can't do shit. So don't resist. Fuck up and no escape.
Ayoung dressed me.
"Hold still."
"Yes, Senior."
Senior my ass.
It barely fit. Tits squeezed tight, hard to breathe. Boobs, thighs, ass spilling out. Choker on, bunny ears—full whore now.
The mirror showed me: better naked than this.
Sob sob, what is this shit.
"Lewd bunny. Now get on all fours, Ollie."
"Yes!"
I got down on hands and knees.
"Walk like that. Ayoung, suck my dick."
That beauty sucking that?
Crawling, I watched how Ayoung handled that monster cock.
"Mmmph!"
Her throat skin stretched grotesquely as she swallowed that insane size with all her might.
Crazy, it fits? Won't she choke to death??? Look at the dick outline bulging out.
"Can't peel your eyes off, huh? Wanna watch?"
"Not at all?"
Gasp! What?! Why???
"Kekekeke, you do. Come closer."
"No, I don't wanna."
My body crawled up anyway. Ayoung, over half that beast down her throat, face wrecked and vulgar—but blissful.
Gulp. Just holding it makes her that happy? What! Choi Ga-eun, get a grip!
She rocked her whole body back and forth, giving her all to the blowjob.
Slurp schlop mmmph.
This primal lewd scene I'd never witnessed shook my reason, even in this desperate spot.
Never seen anything like this in my life...
Just watching made pussy juice leak as a woman.
It's the same as him getting hard from my dance.
Hah hah.
I breathed hot without realizing.
"Haaang!!!"
What?! Feels good...
"Hahk! Feels bad!"
His finger invaded my pussy hole.
Squelch squelch.
"Feels good? Drenched in juice."
Yeah. Play hypnotized, match his mood—might escape sooner than I think.
Feels good...
"Feels bad."
He said,
"Already? You're such a slut."
"No, I'm not a slut."
Fine, play obedient and wait for escape timing.
"Huh? You're in heat already? Weird..."
Idiot. I've figured it all out. Worst case, just sex? Honestly, kinda wanna taste that dick.
"Not in heat! Don't wanna fuck. Don't wanna taste your dick."
Slurp.
My tongue flicked out on its own.