Side Story 50: A Slave Contract Notarized by the Chief Prosecutor
F-fuck...
The instant Lee Hyunwoo read the Slave Contract he'd been handed, the blood left his face.
A-are we actually doing this for real...?
The terms were so inhuman they terrified him out of his mind. His whole body began to shake, and his breathing turned raw and ragged.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
"What's wrong, Hyunwoo? Getting cold feet now?"
That was probably it. He'd spent the entire night prostrated in a dogeza, serving as a humiliating Pedestal — trials brutal enough that he could have laughed them off by now. And still...
H-how the hell am I supposed to do this here...
Just imagining himself making a slave declaration was enough to wrap his entire body in a terror that made every agony of the past look like nothing.
And of course it would.
"It's been a while~ watching a male make a slave declaration...♡"
"Ugh... is that even fun? When a pretty thing like Eunwoo does it there's at least something to look at, but when it's a pig like that..."
It was the humiliation — the shame of having to declare, in front of the women, that another man had thoroughly beaten him.
And yet that very humiliation...
"But Hyunwoo."
"N-yes..."
...became, instead, the reason Lee Hyunwoo had to go through with it.
"You don't have to be that scared, do you? You like it that much, lol."
"L-like it..."
At Master's words he looked down at his own lower body before he even realized what he was doing, and—
"Ah..."
—found his small cock standing stiff, a string of precum drooling from the tip.
The contract slipped from his nerveless fingers and dropped, as if it had chosen the spot, right beneath his cock. Lim Hyorin set a vermillion ink pad down beside it as if that, too, were the most natural thing in the world, and a chime sounded as the video recording began.
"I can't give you much time~ You know that, right?"
Hyunwoo flinched. Master had barely glanced at him, but the hint was enough.
"I-I declare...!"
Without a scrap of mental preparation, Lee Hyunwoo launched into his slave declaration in a frantic rush. Both hands went behind his head. His legs splayed in an ugly frog-spread that left every shameful, sensitive part of him utterly exposed. Then, looking into the camera and at Master, he forced the words out loud and clear.
"No matter what happens, Master comes first, and I will work and serve like a dog with all my freedom bound! Even the freedom to ejaculate will be stripped from me, and I will not masturbate without Master's permission! I hereby declare, in this place, that every effort and every reward of my future — the brilliant youth I was supposed to enjoy — will be spent solely for Master's sake!"
"If you can do it this well, why were you shaking? lol"
For all the fear, the lines he'd just spat out weren't half bad. Then, instead of a finger, he mashed his cock down into the ink pad and stamped the signature box of the contract with it, leaving the shape behind.
"Ugh... a man's slave declaration is disgusting no matter how many times I see it..."
"Does he have no pride at all? Folding and going through with it that fast..."
The remarks came from every direction.
"But isn't it fun anyway? I can't help feeling superior too...♡"
"Right, right. In a way it's almost admirable~ He's declaring he'll spend his whole life paying tribute for us and Master...♡"
Sentences that were hard to sit through.
F-fuck...
There wasn't a word he could let slide, and they made him angry besides — except the thing making him angry right now was his own junior, which had slipped completely out of control.
You weren't even born big, and you're happy in a situation like this? What the hell is wrong with you...!
All he could do was take it out on his own cock. Or he could try to rationalize it.
C-calm down...
There's no way a contract like this would ever be legally allowed in the first place...
Legal force or not, once a scene like this had been filmed he was a slave for life either way. Still—
Yeah... if it comes to it... I'll report it to the police...
He clung to the belief that he was still inside society's legal fence, winning a little argument with himself. It lasted only a moment.
"Honestly...! What kind of disgrace is this, and it's all your fault?!"
A voice sharp enough to cut the ear came from beyond the front door. And then the door burst open.
"I-I'm sorry!"
Figures hurried in.
"Work piled up, and...!"
It was Kim Sung-jin, the Chief Prosecutor — one of Master's Tribute Masochist Slaves. And with him—
"Master~!♡"
—his wife, Jang Hyo-jin, one of Master's cherished females.
"Hyo-jin's here, huh...!♡"
She came into the house in high spirits, then stopped dead. Among the crowd she picked out faces she had never seen, and her expression iced over, her eyes going sharp.
"...Who are these?"
"They're the new Pedestals who joined us this time."
Lim Hyorin answered Jang Hyo-jin's question.
"Pedestals?"
From the look of them, they had only just finished their slave declarations.
"Well... they look young, at least. Bound to be more useful than this."
"Nn..."
She flicked a glance at her husband, who was sweating buckets beside her, then compared him to the new Pedestals standing in front of her.
"But those faces, though..."
"Besides being young, I'm not sure they'll be of any use."
One was far too skinny, the other fat. Shoulders rolled inward, backs hunched, expressions as if every last scrap of confidence had been smashed out of them.
"They're not much..."
The fact that they had been dragged here at all, and had meekly gone through a slave declaration, already meant they were defeated beta males with not a shred of appeal as men.
"Anyway, Hyo-jin."
Master, who had been watching, turned to Jang Hyo-jin and opened his arms.
"You just going to keep standing there?"
"...!♡"
At that little show of affection she flung herself, without a second's delay, into the arms of the one she adored, and clung as if she meant to fuse with him. With Master — her everything — standing right in front of her, she could not spare a Male Slave another thought.
"I missed you soooo much, Master—!!!♡"
She squeezed him as hard as the feeling itself, and that staggering voluptuousness poured through his whole body.
A-another... incredible woman...
I-cups — no. Maybe they'd gotten even bigger recently. Breasts that made a J-cup look like a joke.
Someone bigger than Eunwoo's mom... I've never seen that...
To hold up a chest that heavy, the lower body had to be solid. That was just how it worked.
That ass... holy shit...
An ass that rolled every bit as much as her tits, a modest belly and the soft give at her waist transmitting through past his abdomen — his cock was so furious it could have killed him.
Even when she puts on weight it all goes to her chest and ass, right? Talk about blessed, lol.
In sheer voluptuousness, she stood at the head of even his cherished slaves.
"Hehehe... Master's smeeelll...♡"
Burying her face in a man years younger than her and whining like that was truly unbecoming, but Master enjoyed the clinging.
"Take your time smelling. I'm not going anywhere, lol."
Watching an older woman who usually played it so cool come completely undone for him was always a massive turn-on. And taking it, showing her off, in front of the husband she treated so viciously on any ordinary day — that was more stimulating still.
"..."
"You're a little late, huh? I missed you a lot, lol."
"I'm sorry, Master~♡"
For Master, a smile as sweet as the world. For her husband, a venomous glare.
"It's because of my worthless husband..."
Kim Sung-jin flinched and shrank, crushed under his wife's eyes, unable to move.
"It's fine~ No... you actually got here at the perfect time, lol."
Master stepped in to mediate the little marital war he himself managed, and issued Kim Sung-jin an order.
"There's something I'd like our Chief Prosecutor to do for me~"
"Y-yes... if it's what Master wants, anything..."
Kim Sung-jin kept his head bowed as he came closer. Meanwhile, Master's choice of title had seized Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo by the nerves.
H-huh...? Did I hear that wrong...?
Chief Prosecutor...? Did he just say Chief Prosecutor...?
The man getting chewed out by Master's female, who couldn't make a sound in front of Master...
C-c-c-chief prosecutor?!
Someone sitting at the very peak of the legal world!
That's a lie...! There's no way someone that important would be in a place like this...!
The thought lasted only a moment. Then they looked down, and saw the chairman of the nation's foremost conglomerate, Cheolung Group, crawling at Master's feet.
Ah...
This is... real...?
Unease began to sprout.
"What would you have me do...?"
"Right here, right now, could you tell them yourself that my Slave Contract has legal force? lol"
"W-what? You want me to... notarize this contract?"
"That's right, lol."
Master was ordering something that made no sense on its face.
"M-Master... I'll do everything I can for you, but even so, this is..."
Antisocial terms. A contract formed under threat. Even a Chief Prosecutor — even a lawmaker who wrote the laws — could not make such a thing valid. Master didn't need it anyway; he already had more than enough influence to do as he liked. But—
"Just verbally is fine~ It's only for the mood, lol."
That was much hotter. And it would burn a sure psychological brand into the slaves watching.
W-wait, then... all those Slave Contracts I stamped... they actually have legal force...?
"I-if that's the case..."
Kim Sung-jin cleared his throat.
"I will now begin drafting a notarial deed for this contract... no. I will simply confirm it briefly..."
It wasn't serious anyway. He kept it short and informal.
"During the conclusion of this contract, there was no coercive threat of any kind, and you executed it after fully recognizing the weight of its contents. Is that correct?"
"Yes~♡"
The females answered in one voice.
"Y-yes..."
"...Confirmed."
On the men's side, the voices crawled into the floor.
"If you have any objections, this is your last opportunity. Should you consent here, nothing you say later in a court of law will be of any use; proceedings will be conducted solely on the basis of this contract as a document. Are you still all right with that?"
"It's fine~♡"
"I don't mind!♡"
"Yes..."
"...Confirmed."
A purely ceremonial procedure. And yet even that ceremony had two people frozen solid with fear.
"Hyunwoo, Minjun, you're not going to answer?"
"Minjun... Hyunwoo..."
Someone had come up behind those two friends — the very person who had dragged them into this world. Jo Eunwoo.
"E-Eunwoo..."
She slipped her lips in between their faces and breathed out, slow and hot, against their ears.
"Hoo...♡"
They flinched.
"Hurry up and say you understand... you masochists...♡"
A shiver ran through them. At the command Eunwoo carved into their ears, they folded at once and consented to the contract.
"Y-yes...!"
"Confirmed...!"
"Notarization... is complete."
Only after taking confirmation from the last two did the farce come to an end.
"Well~ then... you're officially my slaves now, huh? lol"
The whole procedure had been verbal. And yet the mere performance of it worked on human consciousness with ugly efficiency. A shiver ran through the room.
N-now... I'm legally Master's bitch...♡
Hehe... Master's nationally certified cock-sleeve... that's so filthy...♡
He won't fuck us to celebrate...?♡
With that, the females had fallen to the status of state-recognized sex slaves of Master, and the males to Tribute Slaves.
"Nngh..."
The ones with years of society behind them — Jo Chulhyun, Lee Chulho, Kim Sung-jin — simply took the situation as humiliation. Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo, still barely started in the world, began to shake the moment anything involving the law got tangled around them. A second of actual thought would have told them a notarization like this was void. Their minds were already gone.
Aaaah...! What have I done...!
Terrified out of their wits, the two of them could only tremble.
Master, in an excellent mood, walked up to the new Pedestals, whose faces had fallen as if the world had ended.
"So Hyunwoo's my slave now too, huh?"
He was already moving on to the next play.
"I've seen plenty to know you're worth something as Pedestals and as horses. But one of a slave's virtues is that you don't get to come whenever you feel like it... I told you that yesterday, didn't I?"
He grinned. To commemorate becoming official slaves, the first play was a classic.
"Shall we actually try an Orgasm Endurance Contest? lol"
The classic Orgasm Endurance Contest.