Chapter 24
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon's No-Panty Humiliation
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Several days had passed.
Whether his wife really was in America or not, Kwak Young-cheol no longer even bothered hiding his "special relationship" with Seo Na-yeon.
Once they clocked out, she'd make the excuse of joining him for drinks, and they'd end up alone together for what was essentially mating time disguised as a date.
In the motel room he owned—hell, he'd reserved his own private spot—he'd fuck her two or three times in a row.
"Ahh...♡ Ahh! Ah!"
"Hah... hah... hah! Fuck, I'm cumming inside...!"
"Eek... ahh♡! Ah, no...!"
"Fuck, get pregnant, you slut. You goddamn bitch... get pregnant!"
"Hah... that's too much... ugh."
"Too much? Fuck, you're just my cum dump... Hey, you're my personal office toy. My desk pussy-cum disposal!"
It was the kind of brutal dehumanization that would disgust most women. But for Seo Na-yeon, it was just the right level of pillow talk.
She had a perverted taste that only got her hotter the more she was degraded. So even when he openly creampied her raw, she didn't resist.
But... no matter how intense the physical pleasure, the hollow emptiness that hit afterward—squatting alone to clean up the creampie—was something she couldn't shake.
Just keep giving it to Kwak Young-cheol like this... what was she even getting out of it? She kept feeling anxious about whether this relationship was worth sustaining.
Reading that anxiety, Kwak Young-cheol dangled two carrots.
First: gifts of cash or items after sex. No fixed amount, though.
Sometimes he'd toss her 500,000 won on a whim if he was in a good mood. Other times, a luxury bag or wallet. But just as often, nothing at all.
Seo Na-yeon felt humiliated—like a whore, no, his personal whore—every time she accepted the money or gifts. But she rationalized it by blaming her tight family budget.
This is for my family.
...Though in reality, she blew most of it on impulse buys like luxury goods or fancy food.
That shortsightedness was pure Seo Na-yeon.
The funny part? The more she got paid, the more whorish shame she felt. But if he didn't pay? She'd start wondering why, peeking at him nervously.
Humans don't worship machines that always deliver predictable results. That's just a vending machine.
Like primitive people revering fickle skies that might rain after a ritual or might not, Na-yeon gradually molded herself to Young-cheol's whims, submitting more and more.
The second carrot was ongoing promises of hope.
Getting paid like a whore after sex felt too short-term, hard to see as a long-haul thing. But during or after sex, Young-cheol would occasionally whisper to her.
"Ah... I really wanna divorce. That fucking wife of mine nags me for reports every damn hour. Fucking bitch. I like obedient girls like you, though."
"Really? You always bragged about marrying well."
"Fuck, it was her family's money that made it a good match. I told you—she acts like royalty. You wouldn't pull that shit, right?"
"Huh? Uh... I'd suck it if you told me to."
"Heh... yeah, exactly. Plus, fuck, you're way tastier than her. For real."
He'd drop these subtle hints of "possibility" like that.
Making it seem like he was unhappy in his marriage, stressed out and forced to cheat.
And that the women he liked were "obedient" ones like Seo Na-yeon, who could take all his pervy shit.
Of course, he had zero intention of divorcing, let alone remarrying her—but hearing those openings reignited her hopes of becoming the "second wife of billionaire Kwak Young-cheol."
Early September 2022.
A month had passed since Na-yeon started at the company.
In other words, two weeks since she'd become Young-cheol's office cum dump and company sex doll.
The first play he'd successfully trained her into was "fuck Seo Na-yeon in the office anytime he wanted." Since he'd already impulsively done it once, it wasn't too hard.
"Seo Na-yeon. Coffee."
He didn't even use honorifics anymore, just barked her name. But everyone had caught on to her relationship with the boss, so no one batted an eye.
"Yes, sir."
Her "coffee" time had become "milking time."
"There, spread on the desk and bend over."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Arch that soybean-paste ass more. There you go."
Like an obedient bitch in heat, Na-yeon complied with Kwak Young-cheol's every word. His erratic but rewarding system—and the torture of false hope—had broken her into submission.
Following his orders, she bent over the desk in a G-shape, her already short miniskirt riding up to bare half her ass.
"Whoa, fuck, look at that soybean-paste dump... goddamn huge, shit."
Crude praise for her plump rear—Young-cheol couldn't resist slapping it. He hiked the already bunched skirt higher, exposing her fully.
"Hoo, you fucking bitch."
Smack!
"Eek!!"
A red handprint bloomed on her pale cheek. She clenched her teeth to stifle screams, worried about noise leaking out... but the spanking echoes already carried through the thin walls, making Da-hye grit her teeth next door.
"Ah, fuck, so damn jiggly. Sticks right to my palm."
Next, time to strip her panties. On his orders, Na-yeon was restricted to micro-miniskirt + a thong so thin it wedged deep into her massive ass crack.
And once at the office...
"Here. Hold this in your mouth."
"...Ah, again?"
"Tch. Hurry up."
"Hah..."
She sighed, signaling reluctance, but he shoved her palm-sized thong—now stripped off—straight into her mouth anyway.
"Mmph... mmph."
Gagged like a muzzle, then straight to penetration, of course.
"Mmf... mm... mmph!"
The panty gag didn't silence her moans much, but it didn't matter. It was just for satisfying his sleazy perv cravings.
But Young-cheol wasn't done.
"Hah... fucking bitch. Gonna tie this around your neck?"
"Mmph?"
His belt, loosened to drop his pants. He grabbed it, looped it around her slender white neck—
"Mmmph!!!!"
And yanked back hard.
"Gack, hack!"
Choking her like a leashed bitch in doggy. Watching her degraded face—tears and drool streaming as she hacked—he sated his sadism and conquest lust with deep pleasure.
Even Tae-gu's extreme play had mostly been tit or ass spanking. Young-cheol's sadism and perversion were leagues beyond her husband's mere brute violence.
But—
"Mmm♡...! Mm♡!!"
Gagged, tears and spit mixing with pain,
Her innate masochism—plus conditioning from husband Tae-gu—meant submitting to a man, getting forcibly, sadistically raped like this, brought her massive pleasure.
"Fucking slut, feels good, huh? Huh... haa... haa."
Unable to hold back, his tongue slobbered over her face like a toad, licking off her light makeup,
Smack! Whap!
Relentlessly spanking her ass and thighs, branding red handprints that'd last days on her pale skin.
"Ugh... fuck, gonna cum already... drink it... with your mouth...!"
The moment she spat out her panty-gag, his thick bat rammed down her throat. Gagging on the huge glans hitting her tonsils, tears flowing again,
Yet surrendering to this ugly but powerful man—socially, physically—being treated like a sex slave gave her that dark, masochistic ecstasy only pervs like her could feel.
The second training rule he'd beaten into her was the "office no-panty policy."
Obviously, the spit-soaked panty-gag wasn't coming back in—it was one-way, used post-sex to wipe cum and tossed in the trash.
No spare panties, naturally.
The issue: her skin-tight H-line skirt—basically her uniform, always perilously short—meant going commando was risky. Bend over even a little, and her pussy mound was practically on display.
Na-yeon freaked at the sub-common-sense sex-slave treatment and desperately resisted this one.
"Ah... please... no panties means everyone's staring..."
"Heh... that's what makes it hot. You get off on being exposed, don't you?"
By now, Young-cheol had lost all restraint, forcing all his pent-up fantasies on her without backing down.
In the end, she took an extra 100,000 won and shuffled back to the office cautiously...
"Uh, hello."
"Ah... yeah."
In the accounting office, sales rep Kim Cheol-ho—face flushed from clearly overhearing the pounding—stood there awkwardly, embarrassed.
"..."
Even for slutty Na-yeon by nature, this was mortifying beyond endurance.
Everyone knew she and the boss fucked in there once or twice a day—it was an open secret. But facing someone who'd heard it point-blank? Tough even for her.
"What... do you need?"
"Ah... uh, coffee for the clients..."
"..."
Being the boss's personal sex slave was basically her main job now (possible only in this "family-like" six-person company). But client service was still on her too.
Pouring coffee while avoiding any bending, she felt Kim Cheol-ho's eyes glued to the hem of her skirt the whole way to the waiting room.
Fuck... so goddamn humiliating...
Tae-gu had trained her with spanking and dirty talk—relatively basic stuff. Sure, fucking right next to the kids was no small feat, but after years, it was routine.
But public no-panty humiliation play? This was virgin territory for Seo Na-yeon.