The Housewife's Inevitable Descent
The chat window overflowed with madness like an incoming tide of corruption. Choi Mi-ae, fingering her pussy while calling out for Master, and Woo Ji-chang, bound and locked in a chastity device, ignited the members' excitement. The members flooded the chat, demanding to see Choi Mi-ae's full corruption process right away.
"Hehe. The opening was a bit slow, right? Then let's jump straight into the video playback♥" Park Ha-rin, gauging the crowd's mood, immediately signaled for the video to start. The video staff promptly began playing the prepared footage.
While the viewers watched the video, I approached today's actress, Choi Mi-ae, to check on her condition.
"Choi Mi-ae. You're soaked through."
"M-Master!?"
Choi Mi-ae whipped her head around, flailing her arms in the air. I drew close and wrapped one arm around her, whispering low in her ear.
"Just hold out for 50 minutes. I'll make it scorching hot for you later."
"Huuuh...♥ R-Right now... I want to take Master's cock inside me right now...♥"
"Heh. In that case, how about a little taste?"
I stripped off my clothes in an instant and plunged my erect cock deep inside her. The moment Choi Mi-ae took my monstrous thing, she let out a beastly groan and clamped her pussy down tight.
"Nngguuuuuhhh!!"
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
Choi Mi-ae drenched my thick rod in her juices. She squeezed with ferocious pressure, as if trying to devour my cock whole. Her inner walls and ridges clung like octopus suckers, urging me to cum.
"Master...♥ MasterMasterMaster...♥"
Choi Mi-ae chanted my name, spreading her arms wide, begging for a kiss and embrace. I obliged, cradling her head in both arms and giving her a deep, lingering kiss. Then I pulled out my cock, threw on my clothes, and stood up.
Choi Mi-ae's panicked voice grabbed at me.
"M-Master!? Why...!"
"I said it was just a taste. I'll come for the main event."
I left those words behind and turned away. Choi Mi-ae desperately clutched at my retreating back, but I ignored her completely. With no other choice, she began masturbating, fingering her pussy furiously.
-Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
"I-I'll be waiting... Master...♥"
I walked away to the sound of her wet squelching. Returning to my seat, I monitored the screen the members were watching. They were now viewing Choi Mi-ae's corruption process.
My approach to Choi Mi-ae had been a natural one through a 'gathering.' This 'gathering' was a counseling group where people shared their pain and grief with others. Choi Mi-ae had been easing her sorrow over losing her husband there.
To lure her in, I'd sent 35-year-old Kim Hee-young. She perfectly played the role of a widow, instantly capturing Choi Mi-ae's heart.
Choi Mi-ae ached as if it were her own story upon hearing Kim Hee-young's tale. Sharing the same pain, the two quickly bonded at the gatherings. After building just enough rapport, Kim Hee-young carried out my orders.
Kim Hee-young beamed as she shared her 'recovery' story. Intrigued by how Kim Hee-young had reclaimed a healthy life, Choi Mi-ae ended up visiting me—disguised as a therapist. Viewers who watched up to this point began flooding the chat with praise for my scheme.
The members went wild seeing Choi Mi-ae head to meet me. But some were fixated on her masturbation scene. For those uninterested in the story, we'd kept a split-screen of her personal feed.
The first session ended. It followed standard therapy procedures exactly, of course with subtle hooks to build rapport.
Sessions continued. As they piled up, I gradually closed in on Choi Mi-ae, until we were close enough to share meals. Then one day, I seized the chance to get her drunk. I took her home, fucked her senseless, and she fell captive to my cock skills in a single night.
And the next day.
While I ravaged Choi Mi-ae and Woo Ji-chang was out working, Park Ha-rin and her crew infiltrated to plant cameras. They hid them in every nook and cranny.
Park Ha-rin completed the mission and pulled out. Later, exhausted from our mad fucking, Choi Mi-ae stumbled home late. Woo Ji-chang grumbled about her staying out without a word, but bought her 'met a friend' excuse and let it slide.
The video now showed the 'Day 2' subtitle—two days since she'd fucked me. That day, Choi Mi-ae skipped the 'victims' gathering. Freshly widowed, she seemed wracked with guilt over sleeping with me.
It jumped to Day 5. She'd avoided gatherings, tormented by guilt staring at her husband's photo, but couldn't forget the pleasure and ended up masturbating.
By Day 7, her masturbation ramped up. She frantically fingered her aching pussy to soothe the throbbing deep inside, but it was futile. Only my cock pounding her cervix could quench it.
On Day 8, she broke. Using therapy as an excuse, she came to see me. I unleashed my silver tongue to rile her up, tossed her a perfect pretext, seduced her, and fucked her again. That's when her bottomless fall truly began.
The video skipped Days 9-11 to Day 12. Those days held the pure essence of her total corruption—prime footage sold separately. Days 9-11: our trip together. That travel video captured her complete fall; members got a 1-minute teaser. It showed her bound in ropes gulping my cum, face buried in my ass licking greedily, hung upside down with my cock in her mouth eyes rolled back, swearing eternal love as my dog. Members clamored to buy after the teaser.
The chat exploded. But as Day 12 footage rolled, focus shifted back.
-Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
From Day 12, Choi Mi-ae started calling me Master. After our 2-night, 3-day trip, she was utterly mine—a succubus body that couldn't live without me.
Now, whenever she came to see me, she slathered on heavy makeup. Powder hid her flaws, bright red lipstick screamed sex appeal. Woo Ji-chang eyed her tight dress and bold look with irritation.
Choi Mi-ae's voice dripped annoyance. Woo Ji-chang sighed and nodded reluctantly. She slipped on heels and strode out.
Choi Mi-ae's house. Confirming she'd left, Woo Ji-chang rummaged through her room. He found her slutty lingerie and lewd costumes, hurling them to the floor in a rage.