Master of the Powerful (End of Part 1)
"What the hell, honey? You lost to that old man? A guy who can barely even get it up... just how far are you going to fall?"
"D-damn it..."
The loser was buried under a merciless hail of scorn.
"Good lord... I never thought you'd actually win against a man who can barely get hard. Were you that desperate for a handjob? Enough to trample a close subordinate's dignity with your own mouth? Ugh..."
Even the winner was getting looks that were anything but warm. But Lee Chulho had long since grown used to being mocked.
Hah... say whatever you want!
The rush of the moment sealed off every unpleasant feeling before it could take root.
Meanwhile...
"Ho~ Ten minutes?"
Master had started a timer to keep his slaves in check.
"You've improved a lot already. Maybe age actually makes it harder to finish?"
Looking after their health was part of a master's job, too.
"Meanwhile Eunwoo keeps getting shorter, haha."
He padded over toward Cho Cheolhyun.
"But..."
He sank down and started needling the loser.
"Like I said, this bet was whoever came first wins."
His heel came down hard on the back of Cho Cheolhyun's skull.
"Unfortunately~"
He ground his sole in, crushing him into the floor.
"You'll just have to sit quietly and watch from down there~"
The loser said nothing. He only shuddered, body trembling as he drowned in the bitter taste of defeat.
And the winner, watching that spectacle...
Dopamine detonated inside his skull. A shameful, naked lust sprang up hard.
Hah... hahaha...
How long had it been? That sense of accomplishment, the sweet high of winning.
Hahahaha—!!!
He had grown older. The business had settled into a comfortable groove. Everything had gone dull, and this was a feeling he had thought he would never taste again.
Look at you, you pathetic piece of shit!!!
A childish, syrupy pleasure wrapped his whole body, as if he had been thrown back into boyhood.
Just lie there limp, you worthless bastard!
Looking down on the man who had lost to him and gone slack...
Watch me take one load off with your woman!
He would use that wreck as fuel and get those two beauties to jerk him off until—
Click.
"...Huh...?"
A cold, nasty, suffocating sensation closed around him below the waist.
"Y-Yura...?"
He looked back. His wife was smiling down at him, sweet and bright.
"What... are you doing...?"
She was locking the chastity cage back onto his cock. Panic flared through him.
"Why so surprised?"
Lee Euna answered in her place.
"It's only natural for a slave to wear a collar and a chastity cage, isn't it?"
Lee Chulho's eyes flew wide.
"W-what are you talking about...? Th-that isn't what we agreed..."
His voice shook.
"Y-you said if I won... Yura and... Soeun would... take one load off..."
He looked like the world had fallen out from under him.
"Obviously that was a lie~"
They brushed his wretched face aside as if it weighed nothing.
"Even as a reward, you really thought slaves like you were going to get your cocks stroked? Haha."
Master had wanted to see it—the frantic, restless desperation of a man with victory dangling right in front of his nose. Now that he had, the husbands were of no further use.
"Don't take it so hard~ You already had plenty of fun during the bet, didn't you? With this foot..."
She tapped him lightly.
"Until your brain melted right out...♡"
"Th-that's..."
The sweet prize of victory, written off as a footjob. Post-orgasm haze and the sage's time hit him together. Strength drained from his whole body and he sagged, limp.
"Heh... hehehehe..."
A nasty little laugh crawled up from behind him. He turned.
Cho Cheolhyun was looking up at him with a dank, gloating smile that said, looks good on you.
"Ah..."
The way he had been crowing over his win looked pathetic now. It had been a pathetic thought from the start. He had already been living a winner's life.
What... have I done...
What was so sweet about a victory bought by trampling his own subordinate? And even that prize had been nothing but Master's game.
Lee Chulho had neither the strength nor the will to argue the injustice of it. And yet...
"Please..."
"Hm?"
"Please... isn't there anything you can do...?"
Even a slave who had to obey every word still had a line.
"I won, didn't I? Even so... isn't this... going too far...?"
There were limits to being treated like a fool. He did not have the fire left to rage and demand fairness. But he still had the one method that suited the weak—an appeal to feeling.
"You... promised..."
Seo Yura looked down at her husband in silence. Then she let out a long, heavy sigh and walked toward him.
"Ah...!"
Her face was full of contempt, but it seemed the plea had landed—she was going to take the cage off—
She sat down squarely on his face.
"If you're going to beg that hard... I'll give you a reward of this much."
Hot, slick, yielding flesh settled over his face and nose—the soft weight of her ass and the folds of her cunt. A thick, musky female scent rolled off her hips and from inside her, enough to make his head swim. And threaded through it, the heavy night-bloom smell of Master's cock.
He brought his hands up with his face and lifted her ass. Softness filled his palms.
"Huff...! Huff...!"
The unexpected reward set his whole body on fire and his breathing turned ragged—but there was a physical reason for that, too.
"Hey. That's disgusting. Breathe slower."
Impossible, of course. And even with both hands bracing her, taking the full weight of an adult woman on his face and throat...
He felt as if he would topple backward at any second.
"Hold it. If you fall over, I'm getting up immediately."
At his wife's warning, every muscle in his body locked. He forced himself to endure.
"Ghh... nngh..."
Veins stood out over his whole frame as Lee Chulho poured everything he had into receiving his wife's reward.
"When did you get so obedient~?"
To think he would listen this well to the wife who had once been so domestic, so meek.
Seo Yura stroked her tamed husband the way one pets a dog—and rubbed the chastity cage locked around his cock with both soles.
"Really... I wonder where the man you used to be even went."
Lee Chulho had lived by the idea that a man did not get chosen—he took what he wanted. And now that same man was begging his own woman on emotion, and being broken in.
"This is the last scrap of affection I have left for you. Be grateful and enjoy it."
She pressed down harder.
"H-hhhk...! Th-thank... you..."
Lee Chulho panted like he was in heaven. But—
"Chairman~ You're holding up better than I expected. That's a lot of strain on the neck and lower back, haha."
Seo Yura's talk of leftover affection was a lie. She had sat on her husband's face not out of any old fondness, but because Master had given the order.
"Or is it just that Yura's balance is that good? Hahaha."
"Right where I figured it'd be, huh?"
Seo Yura sat astride the face of her kneeling husband.
"Yura, you've got a job to do, don't you? Hahaha."
Master presented his cock to her face.
"...Yes...♡"
She crushed her powerful husband beneath her and left a devoted kiss of submission on the head of her Master's cock.
And then—
"Hang in there, honey~ You already lost. You can't afford to fall any further behind, can you?"
Han Soeun climbed onto Cho Cheolhyun's back. She sat sideways on him the way one sits on the rear seat of a bicycle, and Cho Cheolhyun, trembling, wrung out what strength he had left and crawled over beside Lee Chulho.
"Good boy, honey~♡"
She stroked the husband who had so commendably obeyed and delivered her to Master's feet.
"You come here too, Soeun~"
And Master stroked her hair.
"Yeees...♡"
She took her place beside Seo Yura and began to service Master's long, pillar-thick cock with her.
"How long are you going to sleep? Get up already!"
In a corner of the room, Jang Hyo-jin was hounding her husband, Kim Sung-jin, awake. She too wanted Master's favor—wanted, like the seniors, to crush her husband under her and suck Master's cock.
"Master... your upper half looks lonely, doesn't it?♡"
"We'll take care of that...♡"
From behind, using Jo Eunwoo—prostrate in a full dogeza—as a precarious stepping-stone, the sisters Jo Yeonwoo and Cho Yeona hung off Master and licked at his nape.
"Blehhh...♡"
"Mashter...♡"
On the floor, Lee Raon and Lim Hyorin lay flattened out, diligently licking Master's feet and toes.
Lee Euna, Kim Ha-eun, and Choi Seolah were gathered in his arms, licking his chest or pressing kisses to it.
They're all up, huh? Hahaha.
For the slaves crawling the floor for his sake, Master did what a master was supposed to do.
"Master...♡"
"There, there~ I'll spoil every last one of you, hahaha."
Today, as always, he fulfilled his duty as their owner.
Cheap, filthy moans packed the room to bursting.
"Slurp—!♡"
"Hahp! Haaahp...!♡"
"Hahk...! Hahk...!♡"
Seo Yura, Han Soeun, and Jang Hyo-jin lay in a neat row. Each of them the wife of a man who held real power in the world—and each of them a high-grade beauty besides. And Master was taking them however he pleased.
And underneath them, ugly groans of pain twisted through the air.
"Hhhk...! Hhhk...!"
"Nngh..."
"Haa... haa..."
Lee Chulho, Cho Cheolhyun, and Kim Sung-jin were down on all fours in a line, like dogs. Arranged in a well-grid, they braced the women above them, shuddering, serving as bed and pedestal so their wives could enjoy Master's cock in comfort. Human sex furniture, trembling under the act they were forced to support.
He drove his cock into the warm, yielding cunt of Han Soeun. One hand worked the plump, meaty folds of Jang Hyo-jin. With the other he seized Seo Yura's face and dragged her into a rough, masculine deep kiss.
Meanwhile, Lim Hyorin and Choi Seolah clung to Master's ass, pouring filthy anal kisses onto him.
"Ah~ Right there. Your lips are always so soft. Never gets old, hahaha."
Just kissing the rim of his ass was enough to drive a man insane. And they were doing far more than that.
Master... you're too kind...♡
"Slurp—!♡"
If you praise us this much, we're going to get spoiled...♡
"Eeeeh~♡"
The lewd kisses alone, the strings of spit stretching between them, were enough to make a man blow.
F-fuck...
Even splitting the load three ways, taking three grown women plus the hip-drive of a man built like Master was too much. The three husbands shook from head to toe.
D-damn it...
It looked like the husbands were going to need a little energy of their own.
"Having a hard time, Dad?"
Females appeared in front of their faces.
"We came to help~ Hehe..."
"R-Raon..."
In front of Lee Chulho stood Lee Raon and her handler, Lee Euna.
"Y-you kids...!"
In front of Cho Cheolhyun stood the twins Jo Yeonwoo and Cho Yeona, and his youngest son, Jo Eunwoo.
...Fuck.
In front of Kim Sung-jin, Kim Ha-eun—the woman who had trained him—took her place.
"W-what are you trying to do...?"
Lee Chulho's stupid question got a flat answer.
"I told you. We came to help."
Lee Raon dropped into the same rear-entry stance, facing her father. Behind her, Lee Euna stepped in wearing a strap-on and presented the cock.
Then the pistoning started in earnest, and his daughter's spit and moans rained down over his face. The ahegao she made as she panted was spectacular.
"R-Raon..."
His daughter, who had inherited her mother's striking looks, wearing that vulgar expression... Lust boiled up in him and strength came back into his limbs. They said a human in sexual heat could put out seven times their ordinary strength. Whatever the truth of it, Lee Chulho gasped and went on faithfully serving as a sex cushion.
Beside them—
Cho Cheolhyun had dropped his head, unable to look. To make him face them anyway, Jo Eunwoo sprawled on the floor right in front of him.
"Hehe... Dad... look at this... jealous, aren't youuu...?♡"
On either side, his twin older sisters sucked at Jo Eunwoo's ears in open mockery, tormenting his ass and pinching his nipples.
F-fuck...!
His pretty son—who took after his wife—being toyed with by his own daughters. As fuel for lust and energy, there was no better material in the world. He went rock hard.
"W-why do I have to...!"
Beside them, Kim Sung-jin and Kim Ha-eun were already in a scuffle.
"What? You don't like it?"
The other men got to recharge on the filthy sight of their beautiful children. He was being told to suck Kim Ha-eun's strap-on. Of course it pissed him off.
"Open up."
"E-even so...!"
"What? Jealous of the kids next to you? Too bad you're a sterile loser who couldn't even make any. Not much we can do about that."
Something in him lurched.
"I-I didn't choose not to have them...!"
"Getting off on your own kids is sick in the first place. So aren't you actually the lucky one?"
"That's a separate issue from putting something like this in my m—!"
She jammed the strap-on into his mouth before he could finish the protest.
"Ah—you are so fucking loud."
"Shut up and suck my dick, you washed-up reject."
"Ghhk...!"
Compared to his own miserable equipment, hers was enormous. And his cock twitched in response anyway.
"Well, well? You really have turned into a full-on masochist bitch."
She insulted him as she rolled her hips and punched the back of his throat.
"Disgusting. A grown-ass man, and this is what you are..."
The three pedestals firmed up nicely. Trusting the newly solid bed, Master started pistoning in earnest, driving toward climax.
"Haaahn...! Please! Inside Soeun's pussy...! Into my womb...! Pump Master's babies into meee!♡"
Han Soeun begged on top of her real husband as if Master were her lord and groom. He slammed into her cunt.
"Hahaha, if you beg like that!"
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, a long, clean, brutal pulse of cum.
"Hiiiiiigh!!!♡"
The filthy climax-cry that followed was made to satisfy a man. His orgasm did not stop; it painted the inside of her womb white.
At the same time, Jang Hyo-jin came on Master's fingers and squirted. Seo Yura clung to him, tongue lolling.
Aaaah—
The three men groaned inwardly at the atrocity unfolding above them. They were capable, powerful men who had lived lives stuffed with success. Now they were drowning in a humiliation they had never once tasted.
And at the same time, something like relief settled over them.
How many risks had they managed, living as men of power? How many crises had they met head-on under the identity of a beast's heart, taking the responsibility themselves? They were old now. They no longer had the energy to carry that weight.
And then they had met a Master who put them completely beneath him, like this. How... grateful they were.
Their muscles gave out in time with their wives' climaxes and they collapsed.
"Hey...! Who said you could go slack!"
"M-Master...! Are you all right?"
The women panicked and piled onto the husbands—but Master did not particularly care.
"I'm fine~ Long as you girls didn't get hurt~"
The women had come through unharmed precisely because the husbands had served as shock absorbers.
"You three! Apologize to Master!"
They hounded them for their crime anyway. But what came out of the husbands' mouths was not an apology.
"Th-tha..."
The relief—and the happiness that followed—when a man set down the burden of being the head of a household was beyond words. Laying down every scrap of that responsibility and offering everything he was to Master was enough to set the weight on his heart down at last. It was the same principle as faith: believe in a god, and simply serve, blindly, whatever you are told.
So of course gratitude welled up.
"...nk you..."
Their neural circuits had been completely rewritten, from successful alpha males into masochistic beta males.
"Mas...ter..."
"...Suddenly?"
"What are you even saying... I told you to apologize, why are you thanking him out of nowhere..."
The women were baffled. Master only smiled, quiet and knowing. He could feel that the husbands had surrendered to him at the level of instinct.
"That's all I needed to hear~"
He looked down on the three pairs of husband-and-wife slaves he had conquered completely, and pulled the other females in tight against him.
"Haaa... Master...♡"
A harem most men would envy.
"You're far too merciful, you know that?♡"
Stunning females who had eyes only for him. Master took his spoils as he pleased, and in front of the losers who were now his slaves, he sketched a brilliant future.