Chapter 38
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: "My Only Use... Is Sex..."
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"You got two hundred million won on you by any chance?"
"W-what the hell are you talking about...!"
"What, you still don't get it? You could see it for yourself if you bothered to read the contract properly. That place I'm letting you stay in out of the goodness of my heart because I'm hot for your body? If I change my mind, it turns into debt on the spot. You getting this?"
Seo Na-yeon felt like she'd been smashed in the back of the head with a hammer.
She'd vaguely assumed Kwak Young-cheol had just handed her the officetel out of kindness, but to think there was a clause like that buried in the fine print of a contract she hadn't even read carefully.
Of course, for now, while his "kindness" lasted, it was free. But the moment that "kindness" vanished, a two-hundred-million-won debt would instantly land on her shoulders...
The realization hit her that she'd unknowingly been fitted with a tight collar like a dog. In that instant, all pride and self-respect evaporated from her mind.
"P-please, just forgive me this once, Oppa... Please. I must have lost my mind...!"
She'd arbitrarily filmed the video and spread it around to the other guys, and now here she was, forced to beg in this pathetic state.
As the pale-faced Seo Na-yeon clung to Kwak Young-cheol and pleaded, he savored the twisted satisfaction of conquest, his erection straining at full mast.
"Oh yeah? You want this oppa to let our cute little Na-yeon off just this once?"
"Yes...! Please... I'll do anything you say...!"
"For real?"
"Y-yes... please."
Kwak Young-cheol grabbed her breasts again, squeezing them brutally until they swelled up bright red all over, satisfying his sadistic lust. Then he seized her by the hair and shoved her forward.
Right in front of Kim Cheol-ho, who had been standing there awkwardly, dazedly listening to the whole exchange.
"On your knees."
"..."
"Our Cheol-ho here's a hundred times more competent than a worthless bitch like you, and yet you had the nerve to badmouth him and argue? Say it with your own mouth. What good are you? To our company?"
"..."
"I said say it."
Seo Na-yeon felt a humiliation unlike anything she'd experienced before, her voice trembling as she forced the words out.
"I... I'm completely useless..."
"Right? Then what the fuck good are you? Say it."
"I... I..."
"Speak properly. In respectful language, Employee Seo Na-yeon."
Kwak Young-cheol's warped desire for dominance dragged Seo Na-yeon into a pit of utter misery. This was why he'd shelled out big money for the officetel—to turn her into a doll that couldn't rebel no matter what, primed for moments like this.
Thinking of reaping that investment now made pre-cum gush from his urethra.
"My... my only use... is sex..."
He'd made her degrade herself like this during sex before, and now the words spilled out automatically, drilled into her head.
At the sight of her groveling, Kim Cheol-ho's cock couldn't help but pitch a massive tent.
"Oh yeah? Then put that 'use' of yours to work... and soothe our Cheol-ho, huh? If he gets pissed and quits, who's gonna do the work? You?"
"...N-no."
Slap!
The moment a casual "no" slipped from Seo Na-yeon's lips, Kwak Young-cheol's palm lashed across her breast.
"Ah!"
"Hey, haven't you learned yet? You think trash like you gets to talk casual in the office?"
"...S-sorry... sir."
"To Cheol-ho too."
"I'm sorry... sir."
"You think a sorry fixes everything? Time to make it up properly."
"..."
The usual training routine he put her through during sex—he was making her do it now, in the bright light of the office, in front of Kim Cheol-ho who'd seen her video. Kwak Young-cheol's perverted lust had led them all the way here.
"...I'm sorry."
Seo Na-yeon could hardly believe she was performing this shameful M-play—not just in private with Kwak Young-cheol, but right in front of Kim Cheol-ho. But the primal terror she felt toward him, the endless gaslighting she'd endured, and the trap of a potential two-hundred-million-won debt had half-fried her brain.
In the end, she followed his orders: stripped bare from the waist up, she prostrated herself on the floor, pressing her upper body down and thrusting her large ass high in the air.
Aside from the scrap of fabric around her waist that passed for a skirt, she was practically naked in dogeza position. And since she'd just fucked in the office, she was panty-less as usual. The moment she lifted her hips, the tight skirt snapped up along her curves and bunched around her waist.
Exposing her pale white ass cheeks right in front of Kim Cheol-ho.
"Hey, Cheol-ho. Look how fucking good this bitch is offering it up. Heh."
"P-President..."
Kim Cheol-ho's eyes flickered with fear—"Is this really okay?"—but they burned with long-suppressed lust for Seo Na-yeon too.
"You wanna give Na-yeon a try?"
"...Huh?"
"Be honest, Na-yeon—you've wanted to fuck her too. Here, have a go at this slut."
"..."
No matter how openly he'd fucked Seo Na-yeon in the office, not even hiding her moans... the entire staff knew she was Kwak Young-cheol's personal fuckhole.
But she was still the "exclusive" property of President Kwak, so no one dared touch.
Until now...
The boss himself was offering up his personal woman.
To Kim Cheol-ho.
"Ah, for starters, I'll let you use her mouth. Consider it a bonus for all your hard work, Kim Cheol-ho."
"Uh, th-that's..."
Kim Cheol-ho's eyes trembled. Half of him was going mad with desire, the other half terrified she'd report him or something.
"Hey. Seo Na-yeon."
"...Yes, sir?"
Kwak Young-cheol, already filming with his phone camera, shoved it in the face of Seo Na-yeon prostrated on the floor and asked.
"It's okay to give Employee Kim Cheol-ho his oral bonus, right? Huh?"
"..."
"Say it. With that one useful hole of yours, can you reward Employee Kim Cheol-ho? Employee Seo Na-yeon?"
At that moment, Seo Na-yeon was drowning in inexpressible shame and humiliation.
No matter how much she was his mistress... no, cruder still, his on-demand onahole slut.
At least it had been "exclusive" to Kwak Young-cheol, letting her cling to a shred of pride.
In exchange for the millions she raked in monthly, she could delude herself it was a "deal," not prostitution—a high-class sugar baby gig.
But now Kwak Young-cheol was smashing that last line of self-respect, ordering her to suck off a nobody employee like Kim Cheol-ho.
And filming it, of course.
"..."
Seo Na-yeon blankly looked up into Kwak Young-cheol's eyes.
And in that instant, she understood without a word.
All the videos of her that had been recorded so far.
They were already chains binding her.
Drawn in by the sweet allowance he dangled monthly, she'd sucked down the honey without thinking, only to snap to and realize...
Her hands, neck, and ankles were locked in double and triple shackles.
The unread contract's hidden two-hundred-million-won "debt."
Dozens of sex tapes from her debauched romps.
Of course, even without formal education, Seo Na-yeon knew this blackmail was illegal.
But the final shackle terrified her most...
Kwak Young-cheol's connections. Through his gangster father, he could unleash real physical violence anytime. She realized anew she could never break that last chain.
The countless crimes he'd committed so far, kept out of court by two forces: money and brute force.
In the end, only one path remained for Seo Na-yeon.
She crawled forward on her knees and knelt right in front of Kim Cheol-ho.
Her face level with his crotch.
Kwak Young-cheol snickered and pushed her head into Kim Cheol-ho's groin.
"Mmgh..."
"Cheol-ho, pull out your cock and stuff it in this slut's mouth. She's fucking amazing at sucking dick. Ah! Wanna make a bet? How many minutes till she makes you cum?"
"...Huh?"
"Just straight sucking would be boring. Let's bet on it."
With Kwak Young-cheol's sudden whim, a new rule was added to this sordid game.
"Alright, first round: If Cheol-ho cums in Na-yeon's mouth within three minutes, Na-yeon wins. Na-yeon, if you do, I'll give you five hundred thousand won. But if Cheol-ho holds out and wins, you give him one use of your pussy. Okay?"
"...Huh? What?"
"This is round one. Don't you get it? Whether Na-yeon drains Cheol-ho's load in three minutes or not—that's the bet."
Both their brains were processing slowly. What the fuck was this guy saying?
"Round two too. If Cheol-ho wins round one and fucks Na-yeon... if he lasts five minutes, Cheol-ho wins. I'll give him three more uses of her pussy. How's that?"
"..."
"Conversely, if he cums in five minutes, Na-yeon wins. I'll give her a million won, and Cheol-ho pays her fifty thousand. Sound good?"
"..."
Seo Na-yeon and Kim Cheol-ho's confused gazes met.
Kwak Young-cheol forcing this brutally insulting, perverted game on them.
But Seo Na-yeon lacked the courage to refuse,
and Kim Cheol-ho feared repercussions but deep down... didn't want to say no.
"Come on, you're in, right? Cheol-ho?"
"...Uh, well..."
"Fuck, if you don't want to, don't."
Seo Na-yeon's opinion didn't matter anyway—he only asked Kim Cheol-ho, who ultimately surrendered to his lust.
The moment Kim Cheol-ho unzipped with shaking hands and pulled out his rock-hard cock...
Seo Na-yeon truly felt herself fall even lower than Kwak Young-cheol's personal fuckhole.
She'd become the office's public cum dump.
She squeezed her eyes shut in unspeakable humiliation.
But even as she was treated this way, her lewd masochistic body—separate from her wretched situation, or rather because of this dizzying fall—found ecstasy in it.
Perhaps... a deep, secret desire she herself didn't know had been secretly craving this state all along.