The Slaves

"So? See anyone who catches your eye?" the teacher asked, sliding in close beside me.

Her soft breasts pressed against my forearm, and a sweet, faintly moist scent drifted up into my nose. Feeling blood pool in my lower belly, I went back to studying the twenty-nine women floating on the screen, one by one.

Every single one of them was beautiful. Early-to-mid forties, all of them — women who, like my mother, would have had a child my age if they'd married young. I kept comparing their faces to my mother's without meaning to, and as far as I could tell, not one of them was prettier than her.

Still, some of them had a charm my mother didn't. The first woman on the list, for instance — where my mother gave off an elegant, intellectual air, this one had the lewd, seductive face of a vixen. When I tapped her face, the screen changed and her profile appeared.

Below it was a video. "Go ahead and play it," the teacher said, and I tapped it reflexively.

The woman called Lee Jiyoung sat on a sofa in what looked like an office. The camera wasn't fixed — it swayed slightly, as if the person sitting across from her was holding it by hand. She wore a black suit, jacket and skirt, with a white blouse underneath. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly combed back, exposing a pretty forehead. But this beautiful woman wore a grief-stricken expression, her eyes rimmed red. Suddenly I remembered my parents' faces on interview day.

A man entered from the right side of the frame and stood behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. She flinched for a moment but offered no real resistance. He was in a suit, enormously built, his belly grossly fat. The frame showed him only from the chest up; his face was out of view. His hands, bigger and thicker than the woman's face, moved from her shoulders down past her slender neck to caress her cheek and ear, then one hand slid lower and seized her breast through the blouse. She furrowed her brow and twisted away, but his hand was relentless. His other hand came down too, and when he kneaded a breast in each fist, her expression began to crumple — whether from pain or shame, I couldn't tell.

Just then Ah-hyun's hand landed on my thigh. I jumped so hard I nearly dropped the tablet. But when our eyes met, she just smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Don't worry about it. Keep watching." Right then sound started coming from the video, and I turned my eyes back to the screen.

The man was no longer behind the sofa but standing beside the woman. She sat in the same spot, but her jacket had vanished somewhere, and her blouse hung open, all its buttons undone, slipped down off her shoulders and caught at her elbows. Her white bra had been hauled upward, baring her pale breasts beneath. Compared to the breasts I knew so well — my mother's, my sister's — hers were much smaller, but they were a perfect handful, beautifully shaped, with dark brown nipples jutting out. The man had dropped his trousers and underwear and exposed himself; hair grew thick from his belly down to his thighs, and his average-sized cock stood stiff, though so buried in all that fat it seemed half-swallowed by his flesh.

Gripping the back of the woman's head with one hand, he pulled her toward his body. She pressed a hand against his belly and resisted with her eyes shut, but it was useless. When he yanked hard, she lost her balance and her face plunged into his crotch. With his free hand he took hold of his cock and pressed it against her lips. She kept her mouth clamped shut, but when he rubbed his glans against her lips while holding the back of her neck, she finally opened her mouth and took him in.

With no technique at all, he simply held the head of the woman who was doing nothing but holding her mouth open, gripped it in both hands, and drove his cock into her throat with the heaving of his massive belly. She kept gagging and retching, drool spilling from her mouth and running down her neck and chest.

And then Ah-hyun's hand began stroking my cock through my clothes. It was a stimulation, an excitement, I had never once felt in my life. Sweat ran down my forehead and my breathing grew ragged. The teacher's breasts were now pressed fully against my forearm, crushing against it, and I could feel her sweet breath against my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ear and the nape of my neck.

The video cut again. Now the woman lay face-down on the sofa, her profile turned toward the camera. She was completely naked, not a stitch of clothing on her. One of her long, slender legs knelt on the sofa cushion; the other stretched straight down, toes touching the floor. And the filthy crotch of that hairy, blubbery fat man was pressed against her ass, rocking back and forth.

"Ugh... uhhk... ahhhk..."

She kept her mouth clamped shut, letting out sobs that were half moans, tears dripping from her tightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shut eyes. The camera filming the two of them was shaking violently, for some reason. The man, growing more excited, seized her by the hair, yanked it back, and began pounding into her.

"Aaahh... ah... please... stop... please..."

She was begging through her tears.

The teacher's hand slipped inside my pants. For the first time in my life, a hand that wasn't my mother's was touching my cock. A sweet scent came off her body now, mixed with the smell of sweat. With fingers soft as if boneless, she wrapped them around my shaft, scooped up the precum already streaming copiously from the tip, smeared it along my length, and began to stroke.

"Does it feel good...?"

"Hah... Teacher... I..."

"Not yet... hold out a little longer..."

"Aaaahhk... please stop.... it hurts.... Honey! Honey!! Tell him to stop... uhhk..."

The woman in the video was screaming at the camera, but the man's brutal hands seized her head and pressed it down into the sofa, and with his full weight bearing down on her from above, he slammed his cock into her cunt like a stake.

"Uuugh!!! Uuuuuuhk!!!"

Screams kept pouring from the woman's face, crushed against the sofa.

"Pick one, and you can fuck yours tomorrow. No need to jerk off — you can bury yourself inside that cunt just like that man is doing."

It was Ah-hyun's voice whispering in my ear as the man let out a beastly groan, drove his hips against the woman's cunt as if hammering in a post, and spewed his seed.

My own cock finally couldn't hold out either, and I came all over the teacher's soft hand. The screen changed again to a close-up of the woman's cunt — someone's fingers were spreading the lips apart, and thick, yellowish semen was oozing stickily from her raw red flesh.

Even after I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠returned to my room, the excitement wouldn't fade. Before leaving, the teacher had said, with that mischievous smile, "Today was just my hand, but if Wonjoong works hard, maybe someday I'll give you an even bigger reward."

When I logged in on my room's computer the way she'd taught me, a menu was there that hadn't existed yesterday. It was titled Rewards, and just like on the teacher's tablet, I could view all the women's profiles and videos. She'd said I only had to choose my Annex woman from this PC before midnight tonight. There was still plenty of time, so I went through them slowly, one at a time.

The menu was organized by category. I understood fully what the teacher had meant by slaves "chosen and picked over." Sexy images, cute images, innocent images — from voluptuous to slender, big-breasted to small, tall to petite — there were only twenty-nine women, but every taste was catered to. The only disappointment was the priority ranking. The premium women, the ones suited to more mainstream tastes, already had red icons beside them. Four hours ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠per man, and each woman took three men a day in total. With only twenty-nine women, that worked out to roughly sixty of the hundred and fifty students who couldn't get a woman at all. So where did my rank fall? Judging by how many women still had green icons, my rank seemed fairly high — but then the hour I'd been summoned was awfully late. No, wait. Maybe... maybe the guys in the Annex had already been using the women from the start? Maybe everyone starting tomorrow — me included — was just the bottom-of-the-barrel leftovers, while the upper-class guys had been at it for ages?

I was sure of it. The teacher's words came back to me — maybe someday I'll give you an even bigger reward. Maybe Ah-hyun was spreading her legs for those chaebol heirs too, taking their seed. Jealousy flared up in me like fire. Damn it... why only those bastards...

I checked the clock — it was already past ten. Either way, I had to choose my woman before midnight, so I wiped all thought of the teacher from my head and started clicking through the slaves' faces one by one.