Chapter 42
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 42
Chapter Title: They Told Me to Put This In and Walk Around at Work...?
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With trembling hands, I clicked on the folder crammed full of videos of my mom's humiliations.
I also pulled up the simply noted records.
Like diary entries, those densely packed accounts laid bare exactly how that bastard Kwak Young-cheol had degraded our mom—turning her into his plaything, a tool for slaking his lust...
It was all exposed in graphic detail.
November 2022
After Kwak Young-cheol arbitrarily handed Seo Na-yeon over to Kim Cheol-ho like she was just another piece of merchandise to fuck,
Seo Na-yeon fell into tremendous shock...
Or rather, she didn't.
If Seo Na-yeon had been a woman with a normal life experience, deeply in love with Kwak Young-cheol, then sure—having her lover offer her up to another man would have been a massive shock.
But Seo Na-yeon was someone who'd hung out with runaway crews and delinquent gangs even after dropping out of school. Gangbangs, train rapes, threesomes—they weren't things she'd personally experienced, but in those packs of near-feral thugs wearing human skins, such stories floated around constantly. Hard to avoid hearing about them second- or third-hand.
Her relationship with Kwak Young-cheol wasn't some one-sided delusion on her part where she harbored vain hopes. Anyone looking at it would see it for what it was: an exchange of money for sex. Best case, fuck buddies. Worst case, just a pussy he kept on payroll.
The real problem for Seo Na-yeon was something far bigger: the lease she'd signed without reading properly when moving into the officetel he'd provided had turned into a noose tightening around her neck.
That was the issue.
The place she'd been living in for free up until now? It stayed "free" only as long as Kwak Young-cheol's personal "generosity" held out. Change his mind, and it flipped instantly into a 200-million-won debt.
Of course, the monthly pocket money in the millions he'd been giving her? She hadn't saved a dime—instead, she'd blown it all on the lavish lifestyle she'd never enjoyed before, piling up even more credit card debt in the process.
"Oppa... ah, no, sir. That debt... it's real?"
So even after getting fucked like she was being raped by Kim Cheol-ho, creampied and leaking cum from her pussy, the first thing Seo Na-yeon asked Kwak Young-cheol was that.
'What an easy bitch.'
Kwak Young-cheol chuckled at the sight, stroking her head.
Like you would a dog kept at home.
"Yeah. You don't have to pay it back yet, my sweet Na-yeon. You followed my orders perfectly today, didn't you? Stay a good little slut like this, and you never have to pay it back."
"...R-Really?"
Joy flashed in Seo Na-yeon's eyes for a moment before darkening again.
"For now" meant no payback, but it could still turn into debt anytime.
She realized the leash would stay tight until the two-year lease expired.
"You pissed me off mouthing off today, but if you stay this obedient, my perfect cocksleeve... I'll keep spoiling you with pocket money and treating you nice. So, Na-yeon... what're you gonna do for oppa?"
His tone was sickly sweet, like coaxing a child.
But Seo Na-yeon had no choice but to force a smile.
"Y-Yeah... F-From now on... I'll do whatever you say..."
Of course, the whole scene had been filmed on his phone.
"Y-Yeah... F-From now on... I'll do whatever you say..."
Watching my mom pledge her submission to Kwak Young-cheol, acting like a bitch in heat, naturally pissed me off.
As her son, I wanted to kill that motherfucker right then and there.
But... that twisted, shadowy side of me that's been warped since childhood kept nagging to watch another video.
The raw footage of mom getting violated, suffering, then thrashing in mad ecstasy.
It was a shock in another sense entirely.
"J-Just... one more... just one more..."
I swore to myself it'd be the last one... but I lost track of time, clicking through more.
November 2022
Of course, word of that incident in the president's office
spread to every employee through Oh Da-hye, who'd been standing watch outside and laced it with malice.
"Hey, Kim Cheol-ho, for real?"
"...That?"
"Yeah. The boss called you in to fuck Seo Na-yeon?"
"Hah... don't spread that shit around."
"Spread what? Everyone here already knows, asshole."
"I mean, don't let it leak outside the company."
"Obviously."
She didn't keep her word, naturally.
"Ah, Ms. Seo Na-yeon."
"Yes?"
A male coworker she wasn't even close to stopped her.
A bunch of thirties guys she'd never seen before stood behind him.
"Some friends of mine came to check out used cars. Could you show them around?"
"...Me? I-I don't know much about them."
Seo Na-yeon wasn't a dealer, so guiding customers through used cars was normally the dealers' job.
"Nah, I'll handle the explanations. Just lead the way and walk them through it, Na-yeon. I've talked you up so much they insisted on seeing you."
"...Why would your friends...?"
"Haha... I mentioned we have this total bombshell employee here. That cool?"
"..."
Suspicious as hell, but with no real reason to refuse, Seo Na-yeon did as the male employee asked, showing them the new arrivals.
Of course, the tour was just an excuse. In truth...
"Hey, that's the chick you were talking about?"
"Shh, she'll hear, lol."
"So what if she does? Damn, jackpot. Ass is fucking huge. She even Korean?"
"She's smoking hot. But... for real? The boss and another employee straight-up threesomed her at work?"
"Dude, she can hear us, lololol..."
Kim Cheol-ho's tall tale(?) had spread far and wide, even reaching the friends of lowly sales staff.
Even with Seo Na-yeon just a few meters ahead, they chattered sleazily behind her back, then snickered darkly if she reacted.
Like, what're you gonna do about it? As if the company cumdump could do shit.
"..."
Those blatant looks of contempt and the vulgar whispers hurt worse than outright insults. Even Seo Na-yeon, who thought she had some resistance to this crap, felt deep humiliation chipping away at her.
The employees' reactions didn't stop there, of course.
"Excuse me, just passing through... ah?!"
When Seo Na-yeon walked through the crowded pantry for coffee, hands would grope her ass openly from behind.
"Who...?"
"...Huh? What happened?"
Confront them, and every guy played dumb like they were in on it together.
Instead, she had to endure their leering eyes raping her figure, feeling genuinely unsafe.
Before, she was blatantly the boss's cumrag—but an exclusive one. A king's concubine or harem girl, in lofty terms, untouchable by others.
But once the king "bestowed" his favorite on a subordinate, she was fair game for them too.
Of course, all this behavior got reported back to Kwak Young-cheol.
Not just the CCTVs covering the lot from his office—he had leashes on more than just Seo Na-yeon.
Kim Cheol-ho, who'd fucked her on orders, got his own collar snapped on tight.
"You know you'd be fucked if Seo Na-yeon presses rape charges, right? If you want me shielding you... you gotta do what I say, Cheol-ho. Then maybe I'll let you have another go."
"...Y-Yeah, boss."
Baited with more pussy, the already capable Kim Cheol-ho was now Kwak Young-cheol's trusted lackey.
'Time to sweet-talk her a bit? Bitch must be having a meltdown.'
With even rank-and-file treating Seo Na-yeon like trash now.
It was exactly the situation Kwak Young-cheol wanted. To him, she was a toy to play with however.
His next plan: after shattering her self-esteem with endless shame and humiliation, offer some "reward" to toughen her up for this—or worse.
He took her to an exorbitantly pricey fusion Japanese omakase spot. 280,000-won dinner course, private room perfect for intimate chats.
Seo Na-yeon, broken by the employees' pack-hunt groping, was vain and materialistic to her core. So this obvious ploy still sparked a maybe? as she fell for Kwak Young-cheol's trash ass again.
"...What? You like seeing that...? Why?"
"Dunno. Since I was a kid, it just... gets me rock hard when 'my woman' clings to another guy or gets fucked. They call it NTR or whatever?"
"NTR? What's that, oppa?"
"Not sure. Netorare? Something like that. When your girlfriend or wife gets touched by another dude, it turns me on. I got too hyped last time and roughed you up. Hurt your feelings, huh?"
"..."
Seo Na-yeon wasn't brain-dead; she suspected it was all sweet talk... but backed into such a corner, she clung to any straw.
"...Y-You have that kind of kink?"
"Yeah. But my wife... bitch throws a fit if I even mention it. Still won't come back from New York. Acting like she wants a divorce."
"..."
"Compared to that, you're perfect, Na-yeon. Take all my kinks. Your pussy tastes way better than hers too. I'd divorce the cunt and start fresh with you if I could."
Here we go again. How many times was this divorce bait?
His shamelessness—thinking she'd fall for the same trick again—was exhausting.
Seo Na-yeon knew it was just torture porn, a hook to dangle false hope.
But what could she do?
Pretend to buy it, that's all.
"G-Got it... S-So that's your kink, oppa..."
"For real? You get it? You're my soulmate, Na-yeon. Heh heh."
Caught in layers of traps, she had no choice but to submit to her vile "master's" perversions. Better a pampered toy than starving in Kang Tae-gu's shack—at least materially, it was leagues better.
In the end, Seo Na-yeon had to play the tasty prey in Kwak Young-cheol's hunting grounds, rolling over however he wanted.
...Truth be told, she endured because their twisted kinks meshed perfectly, like interlocking gears.
Deep down, she got off on the sadistic, humiliating play too—
Fear and shame from the forced submission, sure. But the sexual pleasure hit harder than ever before.
"R-Rotor...? Y-You mean... shove a vibrator up there and walk around with it?"
"Yeah. Let's try it. What do you say?"
Even for Seo Na-yeon, with her lewd nature and masochistic streak...
Accepting Kwak Young-cheol's order to wear this thing wasn't easy.