Chapter 209
"Go home? Failed? Reverse rape by intimidation?"
At Kang Han-beom's declaration that he wouldn't use her as a meat toilet in place of her sister, Baek Eun-ah frantically replayed the moment in her mind to make sure she'd heard correctly. She stared at him, silently pleading for a chance to take back any misspoken words if that's what it took. But his answer remained unchanged.
"Go home."
"Why, why?! What's not to like?! I did great, didn't I?! Aren't I sexy enough?! This body should be more than qualified to serve as your meat toilet!"
"You are sexy. I haven't even properly tasted you yet, but that pussy of yours gives off the vibe of 'Oh yeah, that pussy's gotta taste amazing—no doubt about it.' Your figure's perfect too—curves where they should be, slim where they need to be, soft all over. And best of all, you instinctively know exactly when to squirt your juices and climax. It's so damn erotic, it'd be weirder not to make you a meat toilet."
"Then why—?!"
"Because you're Geum-hwa's little sister. At first, I figured a little scare would send you packing on your own. Didn't expect you'd go this far."
Kang Han-beom spat out the bald-faced lie without batting an eye, despite having zero intention of actually sending her away. But his reasoning hit home for Baek Eun-ah in a twisted way—she felt a pang of guilt as she met his gaze, which seemed almost apologetic. Still, she couldn't accept it. Mimicking the fierce glare her sister often flashed, she shot him a venomous look.
"I can't accept that! After putting me through all this! You can't just say no now?!"
"You know there's no such thing as an eternal secret in this world. Even if I took you as a meat toilet, Geum-hwa would find out soon enough."
"If it's unnie, I could convince her... Ah..."
"You know that wouldn't fly either, right?"
Her sister, who loved her more than anyone, would never allow it. Hell, she might even be racing here right now. But having already gotten a tiny taste of life as a meat toilet—feeling the humiliating scraps of what Baek Geum-hwa endured day in and day out—Baek Eun-ah refused to back down. She whipped her head toward the meat toilet instructor standing beside them.
"Instructor! Back me up! You called me a genius!"
"You're undeniably gifted as a meat toilet—no question about your talent. That's why I didn't hold back on the praise."
"Then why say no?!"
"The answer's simple. My lord says no—what am I supposed to do about it? If he decided to make you a meat toilet, I'd roll up my sleeves—this pussy included—and help train you into the best one possible. But that only happens with his permission."
"Ugh..."
Radgridz moved solely at Kang Han-beom's command. She could offer advice on personal matters, but she had no say in turning Baek Eun-ah into a meat toilet.
"What about Park Ayoung sunbae?"
"Sorry, I'm just Master's sow—I can't exactly boss him around on his decisions. Plus, if Geum-hwa found out, she'd try to rip my tits off for not stopping it."
"Euuuh...?!"
After circling back yet again, Baek Eun-ah turned pleading eyes to Kang Han-beom. He shook his head firmly in response, then lifted her off his thigh and set her back on the floor.
"Got it? Now go home quick. Geum-hwa's probably worried sick."
"N-No! I won't leave until you make me your meat toilet! Until you promise to fuck me in unnie's place!"
"Hey, no tantrums. You know I take good care of your sister."
"Taking care? She's your sex slave! Your meat toilet! No amount of 'care' changes that—don't let go! Just take my virginity like this!"
"This girl's got no filter!"
Whether it was her womb melting from the massage on his dick, or her ears now attuned to Radgridz's filthy trash talk, Baek Eun-ah was spouting the crudest words with surprising ease. But Kang Han-beom wasn't buying it. He shoved his phone in her face like a trophy.
"Look at this. Even now, your sister's blowing up my phone asking where you are, if you're with me. How am I supposed to touch you like that?"
"Wait— that pussy pic in the chat... Don't tell me that's unnie's—"
"Don't look! Anyway, Geum-hwa's worried sick. Go home."
"No! Not until you make me your meat toilet right here— Ah?!"
Flash! A lightbulb seemed to flicker above Baek Eun-ah's head, visible only to her—a brilliant idea dawning.
"Hng... O-Okay. I've humbled myself this much, tried talking it out, but you're the one refusing to make me a meat toilet?"
"...?"
Kang Han-beom tilted his head, clearly lost. Ignoring him, Baek Eun-ah bolted toward her discarded clothes.
What was she up to now? Kang Han-beom and his crew watched, puzzled, as she traced a glistening trail of pussy juices across the floor like a virgin's bridal path. She rummaged in her clothes, pulled something out, and scampered back.
"Why're you back? I told you to get dressed. Geum-hwa's coming."
"H-Hng... How long can you stay so smug?"
"Smug about what? And your speech is getting—wait, is that...?"
Kang Han-beom's eyes went wide. Baek Eun-ah was shoving her phone in his face, the screen playing the exposure walk video from hours ago—starring him, Radgridz, and Park Ayoung.
"Say you'll make me your meat toilet right here. Or this goes straight to the Valkyrie Association!"
"No way—are you seriously blackmailing me?!"
"Yes! Blackmail! Finally getting it?!"
She looked triumphant, like she'd cracked the code. Kang Han-beom, stunned that her "genius plan" was more blackmail, gawked as her massive tits jiggled while she flaunted their exposure stroll—and fuck—footage.
"Earlier, you accused me of trying to exploit this as leverage to grope your body? Spot on! That's exactly what I'm doing—demanding your body with this!!"
"Gasp...!"
Her ploy? Straight-up blackmail. Inspired by his earlier misunderstanding, she'd flip the script: if he wouldn't fuck her, she'd force him, creating a fait accompli that left him no choice but to claim her as a meat toilet.
This is... the 'reverse rape by intimidation' strategy!
Kang Han-beom and his crew reeled at the audacious move from a cornered virgin. Trembling, Baek Eun-ah thrust her naked body and phone forward, then grabbed his wrist and yanked him to his feet.
"Where's the bed? T-Tell me quick!"
"...Second floor. Gah?!"
"My lord?!"
"Master?!"
Seizing control, she invoked her Valkyrie strength to drag him upstairs—ensuring he'd have no choice once it was done. Pathetically hauled along like dead weight despite his 199cm, 95kg frame, Kang Han-beom protested.
"You think this'll make me take you as a meat toilet?!"
"Hmph, we'll see if you say that after tasting my pussy!"
"I trusted you as Geum-hwa's sister! And now you're raping me?!"
"You should've just made me your meat toilet! Why refuse and cause all this?!"
As if to answer, she hoisted his massive bulk with her delicate hands—strength that couldn't even snap a twig—and hurled him onto the bed.
"Now fuck me quick! Once you do, you have to make me your meat toilet in unnie's place, right? Our bodies match so perfectly—you'll be hooked on mine in no time...!"
"Where's this confidence coming from? Shaking like a leaf and still talking big?"
"Sh-Shut up! See this?! One twitch of my finger and the email sends— Ahh?!"
"Whoops, careful. Why keep dropping your phone like that? Repairs aren't cheap."
"Th-Thanks... A-Anyway! Fuck me now!"
With that, she squeezed her eyes shut and flopped beside him, splayed out submissively. Kang Han-beom stared in disbelief, but...
"Hurry! If you don't want Valkyries storming here tomorrow, shove that m-massive dick in me— Hyaaahk?!"
"You think this'll make me claim you as a meat toilet?!"
Fuming at her relentless(?) intimidation, he rolled over, pinning his body atop her dainty, ready-to-be-fucked form.