You Thieving Bitch!!!
"What in the world..."
Lee Chulho stared, his mind gone blank at a scene that looked like it had torn every last scrap of ethics to shreds. And yet the situation he himself was trapped in was hardly any different. He was the head of a Family Slave household — a man whose daughter and wife had already been stolen from him and broken in.
"...Wh...at...?"
Seo Yura's senses swam back into place.
"...Soeun...?"
The first thing that filled her vision when her eyes opened was Han Soeun's ahegao — a slack, dripping smile pouring out a woman's happiness with nothing held back.
"Hehehe...♡"
"That tongue of yours is way too cute, Soeun. Haha."
"Eughh... I've got three kids, and he still says whatever he wants to a married woman...♡"
They kept kissing through the aftershocks, tongues sliding wet and greedy, savoring the last ripples of climax.
Seo Yura crawled toward them. Step by dragging step — to join them.
"Soeun... when did you get here...?"
"Slurp... Oh my. You're awake, Yura?"
Han Soeun didn't so much as pause for her. She never stopped having sex with Master.
"You were out cold, so... slurp! I was enjoying him in your place...?♡"
Even hoisted in midair she rolled her hips with a practiced, shameless ease, bouncing on him like she'd been born to it.
And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Seo Yura slithered in underneath them and started licking Master's balls with a vulgar, devoted hunger.
"Hehe... So you've finally decided you want to be Master's slave...?♡"
For all the pleasure she had already taken, she had never once — no matter how hard she and Master had tried to talk her into it — been able to call him Master.
"Yesh... I wuz so shtupid... I should've given in way shooner...♡"
Now she surrendered cleanly, without a shred of denial, looking at what she had become and taking it in with both hands.
"Aaahh...♡"
Seo Yura let her tongue loll out, lush and filthy, and worked it for Master's pleasure like it was the only job she had left in the world.
"Hahh~ you two won't even give my cock a second to breathe, huh? Shaft buried in Soeun's pussy, Yura's tongue glued to my balls... Jesus. Haha."
"Is the roleplay over now, Master?♡"
"What, you want more of it? Haha."
"That would be nice too... but I still prefer the real you, Master...♡"
Their talk pricked Seo Yura's curiosity.
"Slurp... What kind of game were you playing this time?"
"Ah~ today's a special day, everyone's here, so Soeun and I were messing around like it was the first time we met. Haha."
"Hmm~..."
She understood at once. She herself had called him her husband and played at being a sweet little married couple.
And in the same glance, her eyes caught the rest of the room.
"Aaahh... E-Euna... please, stop... forgive meee...♡"
Smack, smack!
"H-Haeun...! I-I won't act up again, I sweeear...!♡"
Her own daughter and Jang Hyo-jin, who had climbed too high and were now getting a thorough lesson from the girls in charge of them.
Seo Yura swallowed.
She was watching, with her own eyes, exactly what happened if you got cocky — and still, somehow...
Raon and Hyo-jin look like they're enjoying themselves...♡
It was almost as if that was what she wanted.
"But... where did this tit-thieving little boy come from, shaking his hips on top of my husband?"
"...?"
Out of nowhere, Seo Yura started needling Han Soeun — treating Master like her husband again, sliding straight back into a roleplay all her own.
"You filthy slut, wagging your tail at another woman's man..."
"Ohh?"
Master sounded delighted.
"Y-Yura? What are you do—"
"This filthy little tail..."
She grabbed the cow tail seated in Han Soeun's ass and yanked it.
"Yooooou?!♡"
"I'm going to teach you a proper lesson...♡"
Yura's got a real streak of crazy in her too, huh? Haha.
A stunt like that out of nowhere should have thrown anyone — but Master just sat back and enjoyed the show.
"Y-Y-Yura! What has gotten into you?!"
Han Soeun couldn't process it. So Seo Yura drove the scene in harder, sinking into the part.
"I take my eyes off you for one second and your ass got even bigger. Been training at home so you could steal my man?"
"You fucking whore—!!!"
The slap cracked across her. Seo Yura had gone full method.
"Haahn?!♡"
Yura's on fire today. Holy shit.
Master was having the time of his life.
M-Master...?
Han Soeun was still reeling — until she saw the smile on his face.
Master's smiling. Which means...
She clocked it. This was improv. And she picked the scene up like she'd been waiting for her cue.
"Heh... heh. Maybe you should've treated your husband better, then?"
"C-can't even keep your husband's cock happy, so of course it gets stolen, right? Haha."
She rolled her hips right over Seo Yura's face, making a show of it, and sank down until she had swallowed him even deeper.
"Is that so? Then let's see just how amazing this pussy of yours really is..."
A wet lick.
"Hahht?!♡"
"Have a taste!"
Seo Yura shoved her face against the place they were joined and started working it with her tongue, fierce and messy.
This...
That practiced tongue raked along the seam of them, and even Master's cock came away slick with her spit.
She's going after me too? Haha.
Han Soeun's folds were being painted, slow and sweet, by Seo Yura's tongue, and something ugly and delicious uncoiled in her.
The feeling of stealing another woman's man... I think it's getting me even more worked up...♡
She was slipping into the same netorase thrill as Master. The roleplay had started as a sudden lurch, but Seo Yura's reckless lead pulled her under, and she fell into the part that much harder.
"Does it taste good? O-of course it does~ it's the pussy your husband fell head over heels for...♡"
"You filthy slut..."
Teasing the pussy alone wasn't enough to bleed the heat out of her.
"Coming over at dawn... in a cow costume, no less..."
She slapped the ass, then pushed herself up and seized Han Soeun's enormous breasts in both hands, rough and greedy.
"Proud of the size, is that it? If you're so confident, why don't you share some with me?"
And then she went straight for it — lunging onto the plump nipple peeking from the bikini and sucking like she meant to drain it.
Y-Yura... is she actually angry...?
Even lost in the role, Han Soeun flinched. She had never seen this kind of force from her.
Of course, Master was just watching the drama, thoroughly entertained.
Soeun's flustered face is so fucking cute. Haha.
A jealous catfight, and he was the prize they were tearing at. Their real husbands were staring at the whole thing with hollow, wrecked faces.
"Ahh..."
His cock went even harder. It couldn't not.
I've got such a nasty hobby, don't I? Haha.
To savor that rotten taste even more, he dropped himself onto the bed with a heavy flop, angling their asses so the husbands would have a perfect, shameless view.
"Kyah!"
Seo Yura came down with him, landing on top of Han Soeun. Two women stacked on his body — and he drove his hips anyway, powerful, relentless, as if nothing in the world could slow him down.
"Ooooooh?!♡"
Han Soeun's mind scattered under the piston. Seo Yura gave her no room to recover. She fisted a handful of hair and wrenched her head around.
"Does my husband's cock taste good?"
"...Eh...?"
"I asked if it tastes good."
She forced their eyes together and demanded an answer with a dead-serious face.
She's really running with this, trusting I'll back her. How's she planning to clean this up after? Haha.
Han Soeun had Master's cock buried in her; she couldn't hit back, and Seo Yura knew it. She acted like there would be no later.
"Answer me."
Han Soeun didn't fold.
"Yeah... it tastes fucking amazing...♡"
A vein jumped in Seo Yura's throat. Roleplay or real rage — it was getting hard to tell.
"What'll you do, then? Your man isn't going to forget the taste of my pussy...♡"
The look on Seo Yura's face only fed her. Han Soeun threw the line back with a nastier smile, nastier eyes.
"That so? Then for a bitch like you..."
Seo Yura shoved her fingers into the ass and started pumping.
"Hnnngh—!♡"
"I'll make sure you never forget the taste of my fingers!"
At the same time she pinched the nipple, hard, and attacked her from both ends.
This is so stupid I can't even.
Married women. Mothers. And the man making them brawl like this — like children.
I'm the one who cheated, and she's only punishing the other woman? Haha.
Even knowing he was the reason two women were at each other's throats — even if it was an act — he treated the sight like a brand-new dish and kept slamming into her.
They're so fucking cute. I can't.
Off to the side, Cho Cheolhyun found his voice.
"Chairman... are you... all right...?"
He asked after Lee Chulho, who looked like the world had stopped making sense. Not that Cho Cheolhyun had any right to ask.
"I should be asking you that..."
He couldn't even lie and say he was fine. His wife had dragged him in on a leash, dressed in that vulgar costume, and now he had no choice but to watch her get taken — smack after smack of hips — by Master. Humiliating abuse poured over him. They treated him like a cripple. And on his cock, a Chastity Cage.
Worse than any of that was this: his family was in it too.
"Even... the young lady..."
In the corner of the room, Lee Raon was on her knees in dogeza before a grown woman, grinding out a humiliating surrender.
"I'm sorry, Miss Euna... I won't act up again..."
"And you... Yeonwoo and Yeona... what happened to them...?"
On the other side of Raon, the twins were toying with their little sibling.
"Hehehe... Unnie~ getting your prostate squelch-squelched feels sooo good, doesn't it...?♡"
"Ugh... that dumb grin is disgusting. Don't let me see it..."
"And Eunwoo... what on earth...?"
The one those older sisters were using — Jo Eunwoo, reduced to a female, moaning, "Aaahh...♡"
Cho Cheolhyun couldn't answer. The only words that made it past his throat were despair, and a question that already had no solution.
"Just what..."
"What are we supposed to do...?"
There was no method. Nothing to try, nothing to fix. The two of them would spend the rest of their lives burning down as Master's Tribute Slaves.
And still he asked. Knowing that, he asked.
"There has to be some way..."
"What do we do, Chairman? If we just sit here, we'll live like this for the rest of our lives...!"
"..."
"Are you truly all right with that? We shouldn't just stay like this — we should try something, anything, shouldn't we?"
A subordinate, begging his superior for a way out.
"That's..."
"Sir?"
What came back from Lee Chulho was nothing but irritation, thick with rage.
"Stop asking me! As if there's some other way!"
"H... Chairman...?"
Maybe a fight really was contagious. Han Soeun and Seo Yura tearing at each other over Master had scraped his nerves raw — or maybe it was the all-nighters, the overwork, the stress piled up until it finally blew.
"How many times are you going to bark the same pointless question?!"
"This is all...! Because you introduced that man to me!"
"...What?"
And just like that, the two of them had a war of their own.