Chapter 47
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: The Weight of Chastity vs. The Weight of Reality
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Seo Na-yeon's rationality, and that last shred of self-respect still clinging to her, screamed at her to deny Kwak Young-cheol's words outright, to refute him logically.
Unfortunately, Na-yeon lacked the eloquence for that.
Besides, if she was being honest with herself, she actually agreed with him.
Truth be told, Na-yeon was genuinely, completely satisfied with her life up to now—serving as Kwak Young-cheol's personal fuckhole and sex toy, even getting paid for it!
Sure, the extreme incidents of the past few days—the rape by Mr. Gu, the gang molestation in the break room—had been shocking enough to rattle her.
But did she really want to lose that sweet gig as Kwak Young-cheol's sugar baby...?
No, not at all.
It was just that being casually and arbitrarily violated by the other employees terrified her.
And Kwak Young-cheol had caught onto that, now dangling a carrot in front of her.
A very sweet carrot.
"Alright, let's do it like this. Like I said before... I need to fuck my side chicks a bit first, then watch other guys do it to really get my kicks. You know, my NTR kink?"
It was bullshit.
Not some NTR fetish—he just had this habit of letting others play with his fun toys after he'd had his fill. Look how awesome my toy is, right? It stemmed from that childish mindset.
Of course, such precise, academic distinctions meant nothing to Na-yeon.
"And the problem is those employee punks playing with my woman however they want, without my permission. For real."
For a split second, Na-yeon almost felt grateful to Kwak Young-cheol. In a situation where she'd been utterly preyed upon by the other staff, hearing him declare her as his woman nearly moved her.
Just a day ago, when she'd been raped, she'd felt like the world was collapsing in tragedy. And yet here she was, so pathetically simple.
"So... here's the deal. With my permission, and if you agree, we'll pick one of the other employees to fuck you right in front of me. How's that? I have to see it. No compromising on this. Otherwise, we just end our arrangement clean. What do you say?"
"...R-Really?"
In the end, Kwak Young-cheol laid out his final compromise.
Either cut off his sponsorship,
or, with Kwak Young-cheol's and her "consent" (though in practice, it'd mean spreading her legs on his orders), accept other "invited guests."
It was choose one or the other.
In an instant, Na-yeon snapped out of her tragic heroine delusion as reason flooded back.
If she actually ended the sugar arrangement with Kwak Young-cheol,
What about next month's rent?
What about the installments on that 5-million-won coat she'd bought yesterday...?
What about the overdue 6-million-won credit card debt?
All of it had been racked up on cards, splurged without restraint because she trusted Kwak's sponsorship money.
Go back to normal spending habits? Back to that gutter life from before?
And sure, she could cut back on her own luxuries,
but what about Hyun-seong's academy fees? A million won a month?
No, more than that—her family's one and only college entrant, her pride and joy. She wanted to give him tuition and pocket money without him envying anyone.
...Did I overreact just because I got fucked once?
Incredibly, the weight of reality crushed harder and more cruelly than any threat to her chastity.
Getting raped... well, it was just one more guy on a slut who'd been ridden by anyone anyway, right?
As embarrassing as it was, that's exactly what her pragmatic senses were screaming.
Because... Na-yeon had always been a slut.
She'd never reported it, but she'd had plenty of rape-like encounters before.
Thinking back, was all this drama really necessary...?
With reality bearing down, even these thoughts started creeping in.
"Alright, deal. Every time you fuck someone I tell you to, I'll pay 100,000 to 400,000 won. Sound good? The amount depends on how satisfied I am. If you make me rock hard, 400,000 plus a bonus. If you're half-assing it, just 100,000."
"..."
It was an absurd contract,
but if she had to do it anyway, getting paid was better than nothing.
Once Kwak Young-cheol presented the options,
Na-yeon's heart... had no choice but to melt under his sweet-talking candy coating.
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"Come in."
"...S-Sir... I'm sorry."
After recontracting with Na-yeon—now it wasn't just Kwak Young-cheol, but an arrangement including whatever "invited guests" he desired—and once she'd calmed down a bit, Kwak Young-cheol made a call.
The male employees who'd dared to carelessly damage his toy earlier, oblivious to their place.
Now realizing the gravity of the situation, pale-faced and trembling, they approached.
"Hey, whose fuckhole is Na-yeon?"
"...Y-Your, sir."
"Your... woman, sir."
"S-Sorry, sir..."
"Yeah, you know that. So why'd you touch her? Want me to fuck you up?"
"N-No, sir!"
"Wanna eat prison slop? Na-yeon was ready to send you all to the pen."
"......Gasp!"
Kwak Young-cheol put on a show right in front of Na-yeon, flexing his dominance.
Proving that he held the leashes of the men who'd violated her at will.
Of course, he didn't actually want to send them to prison. Ruining competent employees over a toy like Na-yeon wasn't worth it.
Still, facing Kwak Young-cheol—who was half gangster already—and with threats of legal punishment hanging over them, the employees turned ashen.
"..."
Watching it all, Na-yeon... predictably felt a measure of satisfaction, true to her simple nature.
...This was exactly the mindset of slutty delinquent girls dating tough gang leaders. And unfortunately, Na-yeon had been one of those airheaded delinquent sluts.
So of course it worked on her.
"So, lawsuit or a beating?"
"...A b-beating, please."
"Bite down hard."
Thwack!
"Guhk!"
178 cm tall, gorilla-like frame packed with muscle.
Kwak Young-cheol's single gut punch delivered hellish agony.
"Hoo... Learned your lesson?"
"...Y-Yes... yes, sir."
"Then apologize to Na-yeon."
"Yes... yes!"
"Apologies are in cash, though. Wire her 2 million each."
"......P-Pardon?"
"What 'pardon'? Wanna die? Or get fired? You think the settlement for this would be cheaper?"
Obviously, for serious group sexual assault, scraping together a settlement would cost way more.
"N-No, sir. W-We’ll pay..."
After instilling discipline, it was reward time to soothe Na-yeon. In a flash, 6 million won in "settlement funds" hit her account.
The overdue cards... I can pay them all off at once...?
Ah...
Na-yeon was hopelessly materialistic.
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After placating Na-yeon with money and the violence show, it was time for Kwak Young-cheol's personal satisfaction.
He couldn't risk sending the wrong signal by staying too subservient, giving her leverage.
"Seo Na-yeon. You got your apology... so we're calling this whole thing done, right?"
"..."
"Answer me."
"...O-Okay."
"Good. You know it's all recorded, right? No backing out."
"...Yeah, Oppa."
Even after all that training, Na-yeon slipped back into short replies.
This simplistic side had its own charm.
Thick-headed bitch. Fuck, even this turns me on.
Honestly, this was the kind of contrived convenience you'd see in trashy third-rate porn stories—something Kwak Young-cheol found a bit ridiculous himself.
Brushing off a workplace rape with a few million in settlements? Impossible for a normal woman.
But Na-yeon was more than a normal slut; she'd already been thoroughly conditioned; Kwak had scary gangster backing and plenty of blackmail material. All that combined to make it happen.
Everyone—Na-yeon and the male employees—thought the mess was settled.
But Kwak Young-cheol wasn't your average perv.
"Alright, Na-yeon. Pick one of these guys."
"...Huh? W-Why?"
"Why? Forgot the terms already? You gotta fuck whoever I want."
"...Huh?!"
"But I pay you, slut."
"...E-Even so... n-not someone else...?"
It was a contract she'd agreed to with her own mouth just minutes ago, but picking one of these three?
The employees and Na-yeon were all dumbfounded, but Kwak Young-cheol grinned mischievously and urged her on.
"Hurry up. I'll give you the choice among these three. Who do you wanna get fucked by?"
"......N-No way... for real, Oppa?"
"Hey, you getting cocky?"
"......"
"You promised with your own mouth, right? My personal fuckhole takes it from whoever I designate too."
Na-yeon finally looked at the three employees, her face flushed beet red with humiliation and shame.
The crazy bastards who'd tried to gang-rape her openly in broad daylight, despite her screams to stop.
She had to pick one of them.
This was a whole new level of humiliation...
Like Kwak Young-cheol was finishing off the sexual assault they'd failed to complete.
"Hurry. Or should I pick?"
"...Right here? Now?"
"Yeah. Choose fast."
Na-yeon raised a trembling finger, avoiding their gazes.
The three men were baffled, but a spark of anticipation was inevitable.
Maybe... me?
Na-yeon was the woman they'd desperately wanted to fuck. That's why they'd nearly gone through with the gangbang.
If they could actually have her now, no matter how...
Judging purely by the rarity of a woman's body, Na-yeon had top-tier scarcity—even on tenpro, bodies like hers were rare gems.
43-inch hips and ass—who in Korea had that?
Not just wide; firm, supple skin, a sultrily pretty face, slim waist, and generous tits to boot.
Having already groped that body in a frenzy of lust made them crave it even more.
The thought of actually inserting into it, pumping reproductive cells deep inside...
No red-blooded man could refuse.
After agonizing, Na-yeon picked the one who'd always seemed the gentlest.
She felt a flicker of satisfaction seeing disappointment flash on the other two's faces, but overall, it still felt like shit.
Ha... again... like this.
How many times had she been duped by Kwak Young-cheol like a fool? In just two months, she was turning into an ever crazier slut on his whims—and that scared her.
But ditching the relationship meant forfeiting about 10 million won a month.
So in the end—she had to forcibly mate with one of the perverts who'd tried to rape her on Kwak's orders.
Right there on the cold office floor.