Chapter 27
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Mom Seo Na-yeon Being Filmed (Third Person)
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September 10th.
Na-yeon's second month on the job.
Kwak Young-cheol's office.
Ever since September began, Young-cheol had deliberately showered Seo Na-yeon with nothing but "carrots" for a while.
He'd invited her to his place and fucked her on a fifty-million-won luxury bed, stoking her extravagant greed. To inflate that bubble even more, he'd taken her on dates in one-point-two-million-won ultra-luxury hotel suites, feeding her vanity.
Thanks to that, Na-yeon's already submissive attitude had grown even more deferential, opening the door to even more extreme acts.
What they were doing right now was something simple like foot worship—a bit of light training.
"Good girl... Sucking on them like a bitch in heat, huh, my Na-yeon?"
"Yes❤ Na-yeon is a bitch in heat❤!"
At thirty-two years old, but thanks to her natural constitution, her body was as youthful as a college girl's. Na-yeon put all her effort into acting cute in front of Young-cheol, and it suited her perfectly because her physical age made her look even younger.
"Suck on the tips of my toes too."
"Mmm... Slurp... Slurp..."
With a collar around her neck, sucking on his toes filled Young-cheol with a profound sense of conquest and pride. Her age-defying beauty, her lower body in the top 0.0001 percent, that tight, perfect ass for pounding.
He'd slept with dozens of women, but a top-tier body like this was rare.
And the clueless Seo Na-yeon had no idea of her body's value, offering it up for a bargain price of a few million won a month.
'With that body, she'd rake in ten million a month easy with just over a hundred thousand Instagram followers. Dumb bitch. On Melon TV doing cam shows, she could pull in hundreds of millions no sweat.'
The true value of Seo Na-yeon's body, which she herself didn't fully grasp. Exploited to its fullest, it could generate monthly sales of hundreds of millions, even over a billion if pushed hard.
While she hadn't realized it yet, he needed to keep that collar tight around her neck and use her at this dirt-cheap rate for as long as possible.
"Good. Now strip completely and lie down."
"Okay."
Now, Seo Na-yeon would spread her legs at just a gesture from Kwak Young-cheol. But he wasn't satisfied with that—he craved stronger thrills.
At first, just fucking her had been mind-blowing. But gradually, he wanted to try darker, more perverse things with this body.
"Alright. Now put your hands together."
"...Like this?"
Binding her hands was effortless.
In the middle of the president's office sofa, legs spread wide in an M-shape, hands tied behind her with his necktie—Seo Na-yeon. Her pussy twitching, leaking clear juices all over the sofa... It was clear this wasn't a one-sided imposition.
But Young-cheol wanted to push it one step further.
"Look here..."
"...Huh?!"
Bright daylight in the office. With her body bound and defenseless, every shameful part exposed, Young-cheol shoved his phone camera right in her face.
"O-Oppa!"
"Shh! Da-hye'll hear. Heh."
"...Don't film!"
She desperately covered her face with her bound hands, but the video recording sound had already started.
Seo Na-yeon irritably reached out to snatch the phone, but...
"Hey now. Stay still."
"I said don't film it?! Are you crazy?"
"Relax, you slut. It's just for me."
"Still...!"
"What? You wanna act up?"
When Young-cheol's expression hardened in false indignation, Na-yeon had no choice but to back down.
"Hey, how much money did I pour into you this week alone? And you can't even do this?"
"...No, it's not that..."
"Should we stop? Yeah, sorry. I got too excited and crossed the line. Let's call it quits."
"..."
But when he actually suggested stopping, Na-yeon hesitated.
'Does 'stop' mean the filming... or working here altogether?'
Na-yeon's finances, already burdened with supporting her family, had long been dependent on Young-cheol's personal favors. Quitting now for a better job would mean outright prostitution. She was no different from a tenant farmer kowtowing to the landlord.
"...No... I didn't mean don't film..."
In the end, she had no choice but to pitifully consent to the filming herself.
"Oh? So it's okay to film?"
"...Just you watching it, right, Oppa?"
"Fuck, who else would I give it to? The staff?"
"..."
No way he'd do that.
Naively believing that, she let it slide despite her unease, allowing her entire body to be filmed by Young-cheol's camera.
But Young-cheol's greed didn't stop there.
"Hold on... You resisted, so time for punishment."
"...Huh?"
What Young-cheol brought out was an oil-based marker.
Writing on a naked body.
One of many training methods to humiliate a woman.
Na-yeon had already leveled up in some trainings from her scum husband Tae-gu—spanking, verbal abuse, etc.—but unlike Tae-gu's crude style, Young-cheol's was far more insidious.
"Ah... It tickles."
"Hold still... Oh, heh... Perfect."
Using her white naked body as a canvas, Young-cheol scribbled with the marker. She couldn't bring herself to stop him, but fresh humiliation welled up inside her.
"...What did you write?"
"Good. Take a look in the mirror."
Kwak Young-cheol pulled Na-yeon up from the sofa where she'd been lying and positioned her in front of the large mirror covering one office wall.
"Ah, what the...?"
The graffiti covering Na-yeon's white lower belly:
CUNT RAG SEX SLAVE
Below it, a huge pink heart drawn in colored pencil.
And right above her completely shaved pubic mound:
CREAMPIE 100,000 WON
An arrow pointing straight to her pussy below.
Even Na-yeon, jaded from constant sexual use, had little resistance to this kind of thing. It filled her with deep shame.
"What's wrong? Pissed off?"
"...No."
She tried to manage her expression, but Young-cheol's twisted hobby wasn't done.
"Alright. I'll sit on the sofa. Get on top and fuck me while watching the mirror."
Following orders, Na-yeon squatted over Young-cheol's cock as he sat with legs spread wide on the sofa, lowering herself onto it. Reverse cowgirl, ass toward his face, bouncing away.
"Ngh... Ah❤!"
Unlike usual, she moved her hips while staring into the mirror this time. The humiliating graffiti on her lower belly made her head spin.
Of course, separate from the shame and humiliation—or because of it—Na-yeon's body was already heating up.
"Ahh❤ Ngh❤!"
Squelch, squirt, squelch! Squelch!
At first, the humiliation and shame dominated. But as she rocked her hips, pleasure overtook shame, and a perverse sense of fulfillment from submitting to the man replaced the degradation, flooding her mind.
Her juices, sliding down with gravity and soaking Young-cheol's stomach slickly, grew more copious.
Splash! Splash! Squirt! Squelch!
Lewd wet sounds echoed even beyond the walls.
And unlike usual, it was all being captured on video by Young-cheol's phone camera.
She tried covering her face to avoid it being filmed, but her trembling hands kept slipping as she moved... Her face was being recorded in raw detail, but as she lost her reason bit by bit, she stopped caring.
"Ahh... Ah! Ah! Aah!"
Moans she'd held back at first now came freely, no regard for anyone outside, squealing like a sow in heat...
"Shake those hips more, you cunt!"
Slap!
If her hip movements slowed even a little (usually because Na-yeon came and froze), Young-cheol's palm delivered punishment.
The insulting graffiti on her body, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy reflected blatantly in the mirror and filmed. In the middle of the workday office, unable to suppress her moans like a cheap sow.
All of it dragged Seo Na-yeon's brain into dizzying stimulation, pushing her dopamine threshold to another level.
"Ngh...❤ Oh yes... Ah, I'm going crazy... Ah!"
Excited by pioneering this new play wasn't just Seo Na-yeon—Kwak Young-cheol was too.
"Hoo... Hey, let's clock out right now."
"Huh...?"
He roughly dressed the still-trembling Na-yeon and dragged her out, despite quitting time being hours away, heading straight to a nearby motel.
"Fuck, let's go all out today. Heh."
"Ow... Ah! Ah, you're insane!"
Her sex hormones already overflowed like a beast's, but today he was especially riled up, pounding her relentlessly four times until evening.
Of course, all of it filmed.
Na-yeon kept trying to hide her face, but whenever excitement peaked, she forgot and let her ugly orgasm face get recorded raw.
Early on, she fretted over where these videos might end up... But when Young-cheol's goblin-club cock battered her womb, reason flew from her brain.
"Your wife's New York trip was the best, fucking slut. Heh."
"Haa... Haa... O-Oppa... I can't anymore... Haa."
"Hoo... Fuck, I can't squeeze out more either, slut. Hey, let's drink."
After repeated creampies, Na-yeon's pussy was stuffed full of semen from inside out. Without cleanup, she was fucked and made to cum over and over, left limp and drained on the bed.
Orgasms provided extreme pleasure, but they consumed massive energy too. Like Na-yeon, whose limbs shook violently each time she came, every muscle fiber tensing and quivering repeatedly.
After so many orgasms, intense hunger hit her too.
So after sprawling on the bed for ages, when Young-cheol ordered drinks and snacks, she barely sat up and wolfed them down.
"Ah... Fuck, this is insane... Ah... Ah❤!"
With her belly full and alcohol hitting her empty stomach, intoxication surged. Like a bitch in heat, she mounted Young-cheol's re-hardened cock again... Got creampied again, drank more...
In the end, her brain turned to mush from the pleasure of sex and boozy haze, unable to tell what was what.
That's when she heard Young-cheol's bombshell.
"Na-yeon. You still living in that basement?"
"Ugh... I feel like puking... Can't drink more..."
"Fuck, heh... You're wasted. Hey, listen up, slut."
"Huh? What... Gonna go again?"
"Fuck, my dick's gonna burst. I can't anymore. Anyway, listen... If I rent you an officetel, would you live there?"
"...?!"
That's right.
The officetel that Na-yeon's family had moved into back in chapter 16... was a "reward" for rolling around all day, being filmed and fucked by Young-cheol.
"Haha. Sorry about that. Your mom went overboard again. I don't get why a lightweight like her pushes so hard."
Young-cheol had plied Na-yeon with drinks past 1 a.m.
Well... She'd been thrilled half to death at the officetel promise, pouring beyond her limit herself.
In the end, after overdoing it with four bottles of soju, Na-yeon was borderline acute alcohol poisoning when handed off to her son, Kang Hyun-seong.
"..."
Feeling the glare from Na-yeon's son—a look of displeasure—Young-cheol smirked inwardly.
'Fucking punk giving me attitude? Pissing you off by fucking your mom? Want me to make it worse?'
This was the moment their mother-son fates... drastically changed.