Chapter 76
There's nothing strange about it. 'This bastard... Is he just that bold, or does he have no shame at all...?!'
"Kh... Ung...♡"
Bzzzzt—♡
Baek Geum-hwa barely swallowed the moan that nearly escaped her lips as the vibrator thrummed wildly inside her pussy, desperately fighting the urge to voice her building pleasure. She shot a glare at the man sitting next to her.
"Still, that's impressive. Juggling school and work like that. And on top of everything, willingly taking on Ayoung's manager duties too..."
"It's nothing. Just what a good supporter should do."
"Ah...♡"
Who would've thought he'd retaliate like this for her trying to glare at him out of annoyance? Her heart pounded with dizzying tension, and no matter how hard she tried to steady her breathing, her master twisted and shook the vibrator lodged in her pussy like he'd caught her red-handed, forcing a tiny whimper from her throat every time.
She was practically half-naked right now. He groped her breasts like it was no big deal, traced her abs downward, and inevitably tormented her pussy. 'No matter how I think about it, this is too much...!'
"S-stop...!"
"Stop what? Bzzzzt—♡"
"H-hngh...?!"
"Didn't you hear that just now?"
"Huh? Hear what?"
Clamping both hands over her mouth to stifle the moan she couldn't hold back from his devilish touch, Geum-hwa writhed in ecstasy while glaring daggers at Kang Han-beom. He continued the torment without even glancing her way, casually chatting with the volleyball coach, Choi Sua.
'He starts it and acts innocent! You rotten bastard!'
At first, she hadn't minded. She was his meat toilet, bound to obey his every command, but after he'd given her pocket money yesterday—letting her treat her little sister to a meal out and some fun for the first time in ages—she'd been willing to endure whatever depraved thing he threw at her as payback.
That was the deal from the start, after all.
So she'd followed behind her master, breathing raggedly to cool her heated body from the tension. But instead of what she'd expected, he'd dragged her to the gymnasium first thing in the morning. And there, pointing at Park Ayoung—the volleyball ace her sister had gushed about as the academy's prince charming—he'd introduced her as his sow. That's when Geum-hwa felt a sudden sour twist in her gut.
It was the same rage she'd felt locking eyes with that damn Setsuna.
She couldn't pinpoint why. Sure, knowing him, it wouldn't be weird if he'd broken in someone new like he had with her and Radgridz, turning them into a sow or meat toilet sex slave. She just hadn't expected the target to be Park Ayoung, the academy's golden girl.
Her shock and irritation at the volleyball ace's obscenely slutty display faded quickly, though.
—Stay here and block anyone who comes.
—...Now you're having me stand guard?
—That's what a pussy guard does.
—Then take out this... vibrator thing first...♡
He'd ordered her to stand in front of the locker room, blocking entry, then shoved the vibrator in deep and sauntered off with Ayoung without a backward glance—like her moaning predicament was invisible. Biting her lip, Geum-hwa seethed.
'Benefactor... Nah, just a contractor. Once I pay off all my debts, I'll beat the shit out of him...!'
Nothing strange about it. She was just doing her duty. She'd racked up a debt so massive it was meaningless to count, and in exchange for giving her sister a comfortable life, she'd handed over everything—body and soul. She was his meat toilet.
Whether he used her as a bodyguard, an easy fuckhole, or pissed in her most precious place like he did with Radgridz, she'd accept it willingly. She owed him that much.
She'd been a stray dog, wandering streets and dungeons, living on borrowed time. He'd reached out without fear, and she'd incurred a debt she'd never repay. Sure, the price was her body, loyalty, and even the bare minimum of human dignity—but when they'd met, he'd straight-up asked if she'd be his meat toilet. She'd half-expected it, so it didn't shock her.
If anything, it built trust. 'There's no such thing as a free favor. He laid it all out, bluntly saying he wanted to use me as a meat toilet. How could I not believe him?'
That's why she'd become his meat toilet. Holding his hand meant no bright future for her or her sister, but he'd promised one for her sibling just for being his sex slave. She believed him and signed on.
Yeah, that's all they were. A contract until the debt was paid—then she'd beat him bloody for all the abuse and walk away coolly.
Slap—♡
—Kyaak?!
—What, just gonna watch? You planning to stand there forever?
—You... fucking bastard... you hit me...♡
But the voices from beyond the door tickled her ears, and her irritation twisted into fury.
'I'm right here... and he leaves me standing like this...!'
It hadn't been like this with Radgridz. Maybe because Radgridz was a fallen Valkyrie who'd tormented the weak—paying her due. But hearing Ayoung's moans ignited a rage she hadn't felt then.
'Am I... jealous? No way...'
Impossible. If he didn't use her as a meat toilet, it was his loss. What was there to envy? She wasn't sulking over it, and if he abused and trained someone else, she'd welcome it.
Jealousy over him using another woman's holes? 'We're just contractors. Jealous? Please.; Yeah, simple contract. I'm his cum-dump bodyguard. Whatever he does, it doesn't concern me. This is just work—my body and loyalty for his financial support for me and my sister.
'What he does, whose pussy he fucks—none of my business. Why get mad if he doesn't use mine? I'm just pissed he dragged me here at dawn for this crap.'
If he didn't use her pussy, great for her. He'd spent a fortune to make her his meat toilet and now wasted it? His problem.
'Jealousy? Ridiculous. I'll pretend to guard and nap.'
Having rationalized her anger, Geum-hwa nodded smugly, even sneering inwardly at Han-beom.
—You can go now.
—Who's going?! And why do I need your permission—hiiiik?!
—Slurp—♡
'Hng... Kh, huuung...♡'
She snapped to—hips bucking, moaning aloud. At first, she thought it was moans from beyond the door. But the electric pleasure crawling up her spine from her pussy, paired with her own voice, made her eyes fly open.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—♡
"Hnnng♡ Ung, you bastard master... naughty master bastard...♡"
Her hands gripped the vibrator like it was his dick, pistoning it furiously as if mimicking sex with Han-beom.
'What the hell am I doing? S-stop...?!'
Squelch, squiiiish—♡
"O-ohhh... oooh...♡"
Every shake of the vibrator in her hands made her pussy clamp down like it was training, spasming and demanding more.
As if screaming, 'Master doesn't use you 'cause you're not slutty enough! Step it up!'
'S-stop! If I masturbate like this, it'll look like I'm getting off to that bastard master's voice?!'
She'd just claimed it didn't faze her—now this frantic pussy-fucking? Who'd buy it?
Her pussy slurped obscenely at the toy, pleasure shuddering through her. She shook her head furiously, denying it.
As she slowly pulled the vibrator out—
—Aaaang♡ D-don't... stooop... I'm really gonna cum, gonna cuuum...♡
—Cum then. I give permission. And reporting it like a good girl, huh?
"Ung, hoooooh...?!"
Ayoung and her master's voices hit from the door, shattering her resistance. Her hands slammed the vibrator back in savagely, twisting it like a dagger in a monster's flesh.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—♡
—Hiiiik, I'm cumming... ass-slapped in the locker room, cuuuumming...♡
—Oh?
"Nooo... m-me too, cummiiing from pussy-masturbationnnn...♡"
Spluuurt—♡
Ayoung's peak cry echoed, and Geum-hwa threw her head back, climaxing hard. Pleasure washed over her, tinged with frustrating emptiness. She exhaled, glaring sharply toward the voices before yanking the vibrator free and storming off.
The afterglow faded, leaving pussy-ache and fresh rage. Fine, do whatever. Hope you get caught and humiliated.
That spiteful thought made her defy orders and leave.
And now, time passed...
"Impressive, though. When I first heard 'manager's manager,' I thought I'd misheard."
"I'm not strong in combat, and having a partner to gather data on my gear helps."
"Ah."
"Hnnng... agaaain...♡"
Squelch... squelch... squelch...♡
'F-feels so gooood♡ Hate it but feels gooood♡ Things my hands can't do, that bastard master's fingers... Ah, ahh... cumming again...♡'
Defying orders meant brutal payback. Glaring at Han-beom as he casually tormented her pussy while chatting with the coach, Geum-hwa clamped her hands over her mouth again, muffling silent screams at the exquisite fullness only a male touch could provide—that primal satisfaction.
She should be furious, yell to set boundaries. But his fingers mocked her pussy, melting her locker-room anger into bliss.
'J-just you wait... I'll get revenge. Once this contract ends...♡'
She'd make him suffer humiliation beyond this.
'I'll rape him... This damn master bastard, once the debt's paid, I'll pin him down and fuck him raw...♡'
Two hours to the stadium. Twenty-four pussy orgasms later, Baek Geum-hwa vowed sweet revenge on Kang Han-beom.