Naked Dogeza and Slave Declaration to Master
There's this thing called the "swinging bridge effect." In crisis situations, people can't easily distinguish between the excitement from tension and stress and actual feelings of love.
When crossing a shaky bridge, your heart rate spikes from the thrill, and if you spot someone attractive in that state, your brain tricks itself into thinking it's love.
That's why haunted houses and horror movies are popular date spots for couples.
Stockholm syndrome is similar—ironically falling in love with your kidnapper. Humans can't objectively measure emotions, so they lump together things like tension, sweating, and a racing heart.
The physical reactions in stressful situations mimic those of falling in love, so the brain misfires and generates massive affection toward the captor.
Right now, Ayoung's mental state is in utter chaos. Breaking it down:
1. The absurd implanted common sense that unpaid rent must be paid in semen, plus the guilt from getting aroused watching Seongtae "pay" and cheating on her husband.
2. The pleasure and thrill from climaxing helplessly under his touch.
3. Dissatisfaction with her life, long-buried desires from a disconnected marriage, a craving for validation—but still clinging to her chastity.
4. Sudden extreme fear and tension from the suggestions, spiking hormones, heart rate, excitement, and stress.
All these exploded in her brain like bombs, short-circuiting her nerves. Kim Ayoung's mind twisted completely and snapped.
Simply put, she went insane.
[Warning: Minor brain damage detected in target]
Her discarded pants pocket held a smartphone displaying that message, but Seongtae had no idea.
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"Waaaaaah! Sob sob sob!"
Kim Ayoung was sobbing in my arms.
What's up with this lady?
Meanwhile, I was totally baffled. I held her tight, patting her back.
"It's okay. It's okay. Don't cry. Nothing to worry about."
She was bawling like she'd regressed to infancy. My dick was already rock-hard watching her.
I tried to pull away, but she clung desperately, refusing to let go. So I stayed put, my cock still warm inside her pussy, comforting her as she cried.
I considered shouting the keyword to hypnotize her again, but it wouldn't work on her hysterical state.
Seongtae couldn't comprehend that this was the chain reaction from his own suggestions.
"This is awkward... What the hell."
Did my suggestions cause this?
Suddenly, the whole comforting situation pissed me off, my chest tight like I'd swallowed sweet potatoes.
Thoughts flooded my head.
Why am I even bothering with this shit?
(You're too soft on her. Keep her mind intact, and this happens.)
I didn't expect the suggestions to backfire like this.
(You can hypnotize anyone. With the app, you can do anything.)
I was too nice testing it out, treating her humanely.
(Treating her like a person is the problem.)
"Eunji didn't cry even when I throat-fucked her... Why am I doing this? I miss Eunji."
(Maybe it's better to make them happy no matter what I do to them, like with Eunji?)
They say to see a person's true nature, give them power.
Just two days into using the app, the last scraps of conscience and morals in ordinary guy Han Seongtae were crumbling, his inner demon awakening.
"Haa... Fine, my fault, so I'll handle it. It's okay, it's okay, don't cry."
I vowed not to let this happen again, still comforting the sobbing Kim Ayoung.
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Less than five minutes had passed in real time, but Ayoung's mind was utterly shattered.
To her, it felt like eternal agony in an endless abyss.
In that horrific torment, the meaning of life faded—dreams, marriage, pregnancy, husband, daughter.
Before shock-induced amnesia set in, her final etched memory was all Han Seongtae.
I rejected his cock, that's why.
I defied him and got punished.
I'm sorry.
His name is... Han Seongtae...
Defy Seongtae-ssi again, and this pain returns.
To escape the suffering, she could only reflect on her actions.
I won't defy you again... Seongtae-ssi...
Suddenly, from the endless pit, a comforting voice reached her.
"...It's okay... Don't cry... It's okay..."
Who? Please save me... Only his voice pierced through, so she desperately sought it.
Her mind cleared gradually, feeling something thick filling her lower belly—warmth and emotional security.
Finally escaping the brain-melting terror, she opened her eyes. Han Seongtae was patting her as she cried.
To her, he shone like a savior with a halo, freeing her from despair's abyss.
Her racing heart, like Stockholm syndrome, tricked her into love.
She'd resisted and suffered, but he saved her in the end.
This woman, barely escaping the pit alive, saw Seongtae as prince? No... 'God'? 'Master'—her brain a total wreck.
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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you. Thank you, thank you."
As her sobs subsided, her words left Seongtae flustered.
Ayoung clung to me, repeatedly apologizing through tears.
She was the one at fault, yet here she was apologizing—I was baffled.
Assuming she'd regained some composure, I stood, grabbed my phone from the discarded pants, and opened the app.
[Minor damage inflicted to target's brain]
"Minor damage to the target's brain?"
I'd only glanced at the phone briefly, but Ayoung trembled like a kitten separated from its mother, begging me to stay.
"Don't go! Please don't leave me. Please. I swear I won't do it again."
"Brain damage means no more hypnosis for now..."
As I approached, she suddenly grabbed my cock and sucked furiously.
"What the hell? Get a grip."
Her aggressive sucking made it swell against my will.
Then, like a bitch in heat, she flopped on her back, legs spread wide, begging for it with whines.
"Hiiing! Hiiing!"
"You want it inside???"
Ayoung nodded frantically.
I had no clue what was happening, but I obliged, hugging her tight and thrusting deep into her pussy. She finally seemed satisfied, nuzzling and acting coquettish.
Haa haa.
"This warmth... this feeling filling my empty self. You saved me, right?"
What? Am I some white knight on a steed? Saved her from what?
Even in this mess, my male instincts took over—my hips moved slowly, steadily.
Still hypersensitive at 10x, Ayoung moaned pleasurably. Her pussy clenched, milking me for cum.
Haaang haaang haaang.
With leftover cum from before, I felt the urge building fast. Thrusting deep, I felt her womb— she showed no pain, just drooling, eyes rolling back, screaming in ecstasy.
Haa haa.
We pistoned wildly, like animals in life-or-death war driven by breeding lust.
Her pussy squeezed to wring every drop.
"Ahk!"
I was close.
Gonna cum... Can I just creampie her?
"Can I cum inside?" She nodded eagerly.
Groaning "Kkuuuh!", I slammed deep—her cervix parted slightly—and unleashed inside. Her belly bulged like a cock case overflowing.
Spurt spurt spurt—cum filled her womb.
At climax, Ayoung thought:
This is it... This cock's warmth from before. This is my only happiness... I am...
"Fuu..."
I pulled out fully. Ayoung clutched her belly, savoring the furnace-like warmth inside.
"So warm..."
Five minutes later, fully settled, she sprang up and dropped into a naked dogeza.
Hands politely clasped, face buried floor-deep, tits sagging like rice cakes. Her pussy clenched shut like a clam, determined not to spill a drop.
Ayoung spoke.
"Thank you so much for saving me. As repayment, I'll do anything. I won't defy Seongtae-nim ever again."
"Saved you from what?"
"In that immense pain, only your voice reached me. With warmth..."
"Forgive my rudeness. I'm sorry for lying. The moment I saw your cock, I went into heat. I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
"Anything? For real?"
"Yes. Just command me—I'll do anything."
She'd passed out, woken bawling, begged like a bitch in heat for a creampie—and now swore to do anything????
Seongtae couldn't make sense of her behavior at all.
But hey, if she's calling me Master, that's a win, right?
Master master... kinda makes me think of a dog...
"Ahem, then..."
"Like before, flop on your back, lift your legs, spread your pussy wide with both hands so I can check my cum."
"Yes! Thank you for commanding me!"
She babbled thanks, flopping down.
She hesitated spreading, grunting softly.
"What's wrong?" I asked, fumbling for my phone to record.
"But Master... your warm fullness feels too good. I don't want to spill a drop."
"I'll fill you again, just spread."
"Yeees!" Cum gushed out—I recorded it all.
"Stare at this lens and swear your slave oath—how you see me."
"Understood."
Ayoung spewed subservient words shamelessly.
"In the endless darkness of terror, you were a ray of light, my savior.
I have no way to repay your gracious mercy—I'm so sorry. Forgive my arrogance and rudeness. I know now I can never defy you.
Kim Ayoung hereby becomes Han Seongtae-nim's eternal slave and bitch, serving with utmost devotion. If you deign to 'use' even this lowly thing, I'll offer everything gladly.
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Fuck me anytime, anywhere. Call, and I'll come running. Every inch of this body owes you grace—command, and I'll obey anything...."
Like a cult fanatic? This ain't a slave oath, it's a hymn of praise.
What the hell did she go through?
Somehow, I'd unwillingly acquired slave #1: Kim Ayoung.
Thud thud thud thud.
Too busy filming her endless subservient vows, Seongtae missed the approaching footsteps.
> Beep beep bleep~
Someone punched in the code, about to enter.
Now? Who the fuck at this timing?
"I'm home~ Mom, it's me." It was the landlord's daughter, Lee Seoyeon, back from dance academy.
Huh... whose shoes are these? Seoyeon wondered.