Hayoung's Rebirth as the Savior's Daughter
After my girlfriend performed the ritual with the Savior, Lee Hayoung officially became his daughter. The first thing she did upon becoming the Savior's daughter was to receive "princess training" from his other daughters, Na Yoon-kyeong, Ma Ga-yoon, and Min Se-a.
"Follow me. First, we need to reshape that body of yours."
Hayoung's body was in the worst shape imaginable. She'd lost 15kg while locked in solitary confinement, and much of her muscle mass had wasted away too. One of the Savior's daughters, Min Se-a, taught her various diets and workout routines to restore her original physique.
"Look at her. She's picking it up so fast. You've got real talent."
Even with her broken-down body, Hayoung executed the poses flawlessly. She had always enjoyed tennis and bowling as hobbies, and with her natural athleticism, she quickly adapted to Min Se-a's instructions.
"Follow along. Now I'll teach you bedroom skills."
After three hours of daily exercise, it was time for lessons in the art of sex. The instructor was another of the Savior's daughters, Ma Ga-yoon, who supplied the outside world with drugs and women to feed into the Savior's kingdom.
"Start with that one. I'll point out your flaws."
Ma Ga-yoon brought in ten massively obese men and ordered Hayoung to have sex with them. She explained it was because the Savior himself was severely obese—they needed to match his tastes. Disgusting pig bastards.
"Grraaah! Hrrroooh!"
Soon, a 130kg piglet was screaming in ecstasy. Hayoung absorbed the bedroom techniques just as swiftly. Having tangled with her Master countless times, using her body like a rag, she already knew how to wield it expertly. She'd spent entire days plotting how to milk her Master's semen, so extracting a man's load was second nature to her.
"You're a quick study. Just need to teach you Father's favorite positions."
Hayoung squeezed out cum relentlessly without much instruction. So Ma Ga-yoon simply showed her the Savior's preferred positions. In just two days, Hayoung mastered all seven perfectly.
"Quick learner. Let's see how she does with academics."
Having perfected her sexual skills, Hayoung moved on to lessons from Na Yoon-kyeong. As the Savior's firstborn daughter, Na Yoon-kyeong was a master of accounting, law, politics, and negotiation. She laundered money from the Savior's various businesses, evaded legal scrutiny, and managed the executives to align with his will. She was practically the number two.
".....At first glance, I thought you were some dimwit, but you're not at all."
Hayoung excelled under Na Yoon-kyeong's tutelage too. She'd always been a top student on full scholarship, never missing the class ranking. Before her Master remade her into a gutter tramp, Hayoung had shone brighter than anyone.
"Kukukuku. Just as I expected. My eyes never deceive me."
The Savior grinned in satisfaction at Hayoung's rapid progress. Every time he praised her, she gushed with arousal, her face beaming with emotion. The product of two weeks of relentless abuse and mental torment.
"Come here. Seeing you grow more beautiful by the day... I can't hold back."
"It's an honor♥ Father♥"
With her former figure partially restored, Hayoung was stoking the Savior's lust. He laid her on the bed and began savagely licking her face like a beast, plunging into animalistic sex. Hayoung squirted endlessly in this filthy act, welcoming his cock. Her eyes brimmed with adoration for him.
"Grrooo... Your body's in prime condition now. Keep pushing forward."
"Mmmph.... Yes♥ Father♥"
From then on, Hayoung devoted herself utterly to becoming the Savior's true daughter. Exercise, studies, bedroom arts—she skimped on sleep to hone every skill, determined to become his ultimate confidante. In just a month, she nearly regained her old physique. The flab she'd suddenly packed on from her Master's torments melted away quickly.
"Unrecognizable. How can you be so stunning?"
"All thanks to you, Father...♥"
Her skin was porcelain white again. The blonde dye was gone, her hair back to black, piercings removed from nipples and clit. Tattoos on her womb and left arm erased clean, armpit hair waxed smooth. No trace of her Master remained.
"Come here. I can't resist anymore."
"I want to cling to you too...♥"
Reverted to her pure, pretty self, Hayoung tempted the Savior, who loved defiling innocent beauties. He slobbered over her face again. With each union, her tastes warped too—now thrilled just by his weight crushing her, savoring face-licks from his slimy, spit-drenched tongue, even chewing and feeding her his masticated food. Thus, Hayoung was remade into the perfect whore for his depraved sex.
"You're ready. Now, I'll announce your existence to my slaves. They'll go wild for their new mistress."
Hayoung had fully reclaimed her peak: athletic gifts, stunning looks, brilliant mind. Only now, those talents served a 140kg grotesque pig.
Her standards and tastes realigned to him alone, her radiant potential funneled solely into sating his selfish desires.
"My slaves, behold. My new daughter. Pay your respects with reverence."
Hundreds gathered in the grand hall gasped at Hayoung in her pristine white dress. They lavished praise on her glow, eyes alight with awe and lust. As she ascended the podium, everyone but the Savior and his daughters prostrated themselves. Hayoung gazed at the sea of groveling masses, a twisted smile warping her lips. Drunk on the thrill of power bestowed by her Father.
"Hmph."
The video ended with her coronation. I stared at the black screen, sorting my thoughts. Recalling Hayoung's claim that she still loved me.
It was probably true.
'Twisted as it was, she did love me. Even when her personality was shattered under Master.'
Back when Hayoung served under Master, she'd loved me for sure. Others might deny it, but I felt it. She still did. Only the expression of that love was badly warped.
Just like how I now sought to degrade Lee Sin-a, Jeong Seong-a, and Lee Heeyeon into my toilets. Hayoung had shown her love through abuse and humiliation.
But priority mattered. Sure, she loved me—but how much? Lover-level or pet-dog affection? If it was just doting on a lapdog, it meant nothing to me.
'She used to say I was second only to Master. So now...?'
Under Master, I was her number two. But after the Savior's brutal mindfuck? With even her love for Master erased, would her feelings for me survive intact?
'I'll know when I see her. Confirmation first.'
Video call words could be truth or deception. A meeting would reveal it. But I'd prepare for lies.
-Ssshhk.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket. Summoned my slaves, outlined my plan, and assigned tasks. Eager to please, their eyes sparkled with resolve as they nodded firmly.