Humiliating Maso Dance

Kim Sung-jin's face had gone slack. He answered a question with a question.

"A... a dance...?"

"What, looking at you, you've clearly never danced in your life. Just watch your wife and copy her."

"C... copy her, you say..."

A bad feeling wrapped around him — the sense that something deeply wrong was about to happen.

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And to give that dread a body, Master started walking once more toward Jang Hyo-jin and Kim Ha-eun.

"Having fun together? Haha."

"...Yesh, Master... Just like you told me... I've been warming up unni's pussy...♡"

Kim Ha-eun had understood the real meaning of Master's order to suck and lick, and she had acted on it. The result was impossible to miss.

"O... ohh...?!♡"

Jang Hyo-jin had been twitching for a while now, slipping into tiny climaxes over and over. A shiver ran through her. She was the one on top, pinning and grinding — and still the pussy rubbing up against her from below, Kim Ha-eun's, was conquering her clit without mercy.

Then she broke, squirting in a wet burst.

"Oh my? Haha."

Is it the experience gap? She can't even twitch against Ha-eun. Haha.

"D-did it feel that good, unni? Haha...♡"

"Y-yees... Ha-eun-nim's pussy... it was so strong my pussy looost...♡"

Hearing her spit out lines that filthy as if they were the most natural thing in the world, Master found himself looking forward to Jang Hyo-jin's leveled-up future.

"Haha. If the warmup's done, shall we play again?"

He flopped down on his back beside them, cock standing high, and swayed it to lure the female in.

"Come on up, Hyo-jin."

"Haa... haa...♡"

Like a bee drawn to a flower, Jang Hyo-jin lunged for Master's cock.

"Yes...!♡"

She climbed onto his thighs and started grinding that slick, meaty ass along his length, smearing herself against him. Ha-eun had always been dripping, but Hyo-jin was no slouch either. The oil alone had left everything sticky and sliding — and now her ass was soaked on top of that, wet with the squirt she had just sprayed and with sweat.

"I-I'm showwy... I got Master's body all diwty..."

For a second she shrank in on herself, afraid she had soured his mood. She hadn't.

"Hm? That was a compliment. Hyo-jin's juices just make me hornier. Haha."

There wasn't a single corner of that obscene body worth scolding.

"Really... how can you be so kind..."

The palm prints crowded across her ass made that a ridiculous thing to say. It didn't matter. Even the violence he dealt out had long since been recast, in her head, as a stimulating kind of love.

"Merciful, and so gentle too...♡"

"Y-you..."

"Hm?"

Maybe giving up had finally loosened his tongue. Before, he hadn't even dared to speak. Now the questions he had been swallowing burst out at the sight of a wife he had never imagined.

"Were you... always like this...?"

It was the kind of question that made a man look back over his entire life.

"S-since when... were you this obedient... this well-behaved...?"

The woman who was his was showing this stranger — a man she had barely met — the exact opposite of everything she had ever been with her own husband.

"I never thought... she'd have that kind of nature..."

"Haha. Why? Was Hyo-jin an endless sadist with you?"

Master answered in her place.

"People can't be one thing all the time. How you treat someone you like and how you treat someone you hate were never going to be the same."

"...Someone you hate."

"As you can see, with me she's a genuine masochist. Haha."

It had always been that way. His wife had hated him, her husband.

Was I just not enough?

A man whose heart has broken falls into endless self-abasement.

"Honey..."

"Hm?"

"I... I'm sorry for all of it..."

He had done his best, in his way. He had only ever pointed it in the wrong direction.

"I want... to try again. So please... come back to me..."

He begged through tears. It did nothing.

"...Talking with your little dick hard just makes it disgusting."

There was no sincerity to feel in it. Begging a woman with emotion had been meaningless from the start. Women hated a man's tears — especially a beta's tears, shed because of them. How was she supposed to hand over her body and her heart to a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠man who couldn't even stand up to her?

"Haa. If you're a man, you should be thinking about saving your woman. What is this disgrace..."

The mood sank. Master hated this kind of atmosphere.

His hand cracked across Jang Hyo-jin's ass.

"Hik?!♡"

"Hyo-jin. Dance that dance you taught and lighten the mood."

The dance she taught...?

"And while you're at it, show that guy how to dance too. Haha."

Now that he mentioned it... he had said something about a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dance...

While Kim Sung-jin was still blank from the sudden shift in mood, Kim Ha-eun's voice brushed his ear.

"Here."

He flinched. Paper fluttered as she held something out in front of him.

The Married Slave Contract...?

It was the contract he had stamped earlier — except the stamp boxes were empty. A fresh sheet. A new slave copy.

"Don't tell me... I have to do this again...?"

"It's not just doing it over."

Then, from up ahead, the wet, filthy sound of flesh slapping flesh, and on its heels his wife's ragged breathing.

"Hah...! Hah...!♡"

"Ah..."

He looked up, and there she was — rolling her hips in motions so cheap and obscene they were painful to watch.

"Hegh...! Heguuuh...!♡"

Both arms were thrown over her head, armpits bared. She was half-sitting as if on an invisible chair, legs spread wide, Master's cock held in her lower mouth while she rocked her pelvis with violent abandon. At some point she had put on a cat-ear headband again, one that did not remotely suit her age.

Still awkward... but that just makes it hotter, somehow. Haha.

She had clearly never done a dance this rough, this ugly to look at. There was a stiffness in it. Praise, though, was what made a female dance.

"M-Master...! Do you like it?♡"

"Yeah. Haha. Shake that pelvis more. Let me see that ass bounce. Haha."

"Haa... yeees...♡"

Master's praise made her throw her ass even harder, exaggerating every roll, and the springy meat of it surged up and down. Her breasts heaved with the same violence, a bonus she couldn't help. Then she dropped, sitting down on the cock she had been grinding against, and took him to the root.

"H-hiiiiii...!♡"

She bit down hard, eyes rolling, face gone slack in a drooling ahegao. Spit and tears ran freely. She was too busy radiating joy at her own cheapness to notice anything else. Today, though, Master's appetite was climbing fast.

"Ah-ah. Don't rest."

His hand cracked across her again. She was not allowed to let that cock get bored for even a second.

"Y-yeshh...!♡"

From that seat she started squatting, pouring every ounce of energy she had into pleasing him. Each time she pounded down, the oil crushed between their bodies drew out into long, sticky threads.

Squats like that have to be brutal... she really has been working out.

While Master's admiration ran on, Kim Ha-eun was delivering the male slave his instructions.

"You have to copy that and dance too."

"N-no... even so..."

The thought of having to perform those violent motions himself made his head go hot.

"Y-you're telling me to do that..."

He hadn't known there was still a deeper shame waiting for him here. It didn't matter.

"You have to do it exactly the same. For Master's entertainment."

He had to. Having come this far, there was no going back, and no quitting halfway.

"I-isn't there another way? A-at my age... that kind of thing... I... I just can't..."

He had been acting like he'd given everything up. He still had a long way to go. This, it seemed, was going to take a sharp scolding from his wife.

"That's why you should've done it right the first time!"

He flinched. His wife's voice came down on his ear like a slap.

"Always getting chewed out and having to do it over! It's because you never listen, that's why!"

"B-but..."

A wounded protest did nothing.

"You lost the bet! It was a bet you accepted yourself! A-a man...! Hngh... saying one thing... then another..."

The scolding had been unfolding at full force — until Master's cock, still buried in her, stole the wind out of it.

And she still can't even twitch against that man's cock...

Losing steam with Master did not mean she would go soft on her husband. The last bet had taught him that much, clearly.

"S-since when does a loser get to choose...!♡"

That was the truth. They were losers. And no matter how many times he was told, Kim Sung-jin still did not seem able to accept it. Which meant he was going to have to see it with his own two eyes.

Master drove an anal plug into her ass without warning.

"Hngh?!♡"

"H-honey...!"

"W-what is this...!"

Something was hanging off the end of the plug.

"People never accept anything until they see it with their own eyes, huh?"

A White Surrender Flag — the blank white flag you raised when you gave up. A tiny, patternless scrap of pure white, dangling from the plug in her ass.

"Go on. Show him how it's done. Haha."

Master shoved her off his cock. She came free with a bright little pop, a startled cry tearing out of her as she sprawled on the floor. She was up again at once, and on trembling arms and legs she crawled all the way to her husband. Kim Ha-eun, with perfect timing, let the contract flutter down onto the floor in front of him. It landed exactly where it needed to.

"D-don't..."

What was about to happen was obvious as fire. His wife smeared stamp ink on her own pussy, turned her back to him, and gently waved the white flag planted in her ass. She glanced over her shoulder with a little smile, as if telling him to please just accept reality — and then, thick and deep, she stamped the wife's box at the bottom of the contract.

"Haaaa..."

A blood-draining sensation closed around him. Looking at the wretched sight of his completely surrendered wife, reason and instinct finally, properly, took in the situation.

At the same moment, Kim Ha-eun cut the rope that had been holding him.

"You too — hurry!"

Jang Hyo-jin shouted at her deflated husband, her face twisted with ugly, radiant joy, hips still rolling as if ordering him to copy her.

"Hurry up and stamp it with that pathetic dick! Then shake your hips and declare you'll be Master's worthless plaything! Put your whole heart into it!"

"If you screw it up like last time, you'll find out what worse looks like!"

Worse...

There she was in a sloppy cosplay that did not belong on a woman her age — cat-ear headband, a white high-leg swimsuit so sheer it showed every inch of skin underneath. That thick body made her breasts and belly spill over the fabric; the lower half of the swimsuit had already been swallowed by her pussy and her ass. An anal plug with a White Surrender Flag sat in that ass, and she was dancing a conquered bitch's surrender dance. He had a fairly clear idea of what "worse" would look like.

His head went blank in an instant, as if every last drop of fuel had been burned out of it. In that emptied state Kim Sung-jin got to his feet on trembling legs, smeared stamp ink on his cock once more, and stamped the husband's box.

Then came the slave declarations. The higher-ranked wife went first.

Making her say this in front of her husband, showing off — nothing beats it. That superiority, that exhibitionism... this is what sex is. Haha.

Next was her husband, Kim Sung-jin.

"Shake them! If you don't start shaking your hips right now, I'm cutting you off for good!"

She snapped at the husband standing there staring like an idiot.

"Divorce is a given, and I mean I will never see you again for the rest of my liiife—!!!♡"

In the end he too put both hands on his head and, shamefully, started rolling his hips the same way beside his wife. And then, wringing every last ounce of strength out of himself, he shouted his slave declaration.

Way better than last time. Haha.

With every shake, his wife's massive breasts flaunted an overwhelming presence. No matter how he shook, there was only her husband's disgusting, unsightly little dick. A married couple, laying down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠their human rights, their dignity, even their social face — declaring they would live only as Master's slaves, dancing a humiliating masochist's dance. The Humiliating Maso Dance.

Master photographed the two of them.

"I'll be counting on you from here on out. Haha."

And with that, the long mission was complete.