Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Appraisal Meeting
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"Gooooh... Ooooh... Oooh..."
The same time, at Mr. Choi's villa.
Mr. Choi looked at Lee Ha-young, who had her head thrown back while impaled on his cock.
Her eyes were completely rolled back, and semen was leaking profusely from her pussy in an ugly display.
The mouth of a woman whose mind had been perfectly remolded into something grotesque.
Mr. Choi smirked.
Gazing at her pussy glistening with bodily fluids and semen, he pulled out his cock with a slick motion.
-Schlurp.
"Hmmm..."
Mr. Choi scanned the slave bitch's body once more.
Her skin was even more tanned than last time.
Piercings through her nipples.
Hair peeking out from between her armpits.
Lewd tattoos etched all over her body.
Perfect.
The once beautiful and radiant Lee Ha-young had completely fallen.
If anyone who knew her saw her now, they'd surely think she was someone else.
"Looks like the preparations are all set. Time to put you on display at the appraisal meeting."
At Mr. Choi's mutter, Lee Ha-young tilted her head.
She took a deep drag from her cigarette and asked with an innocent smile.
"Phew. Appraisal meeting? What kind?"
"Heh heh heh. There are plenty of customers who love women broken like you."
".....What?"
"Tonight, I'll show you off to the customers. You've fallen perfectly."
"Hah... ♥ Can I fall even lower than this...?"
"Enough. Lift your armpits."
"Yes."
She spread her armpits wide.
A sour stench spread through the air.
Without any grooming lately, the smell had grown even more pungent.
"What a fine meat toilet pig bitch. At this level, I could get a pretty penny for her."
He was satisfied.
Extremely satisfied.
This was top-grade merchandise.
Mr. Choi smacked Lee Ha-young's ass with a sharp slap and spoke.
"Listen up, you fucking bitch. Time to earn some money. You'll fetch a high price."
Transaction.
At the word that she was to be traded, despair washed over Lee Ha-young's face.
She hurriedly spat out the cigarette she'd been sucking on and looked up at her Master with desperate eyes.
"T-Traded!? You don't mean what I think... right? Right? I can't... without Master... without you-."
"Heh heh. Don't worry. It's not what you think."
His gentle words continued.
Tears welled up in Lee Ha-young's eyes.
She crawled to her Master on all fours, hugged his leg, and pleaded.
"I'm yours alone, Master. I can't live without you. Please...."
"Don't worry. Why would I throw you away?"
His kind voice.
He knelt down to meet her gaze.
"It's just a short-term rental elsewhere. You're my right-hand woman, not merchandise."
Master's right-hand woman.
Tears suddenly poured out.
Lee Ha-young threw her arms around her Master and cried out in.
"I'll work so hard! For you, Master, I'll do anything—even kill someone!"
"Heh heh. No need to go that far."
Mr. Choi peeled her off gently.
He wiped her tears and spoke kindly.
"Just this once, play nice with some other guy. You know how much I've poured into you, right? Gotta recoup the investment."
The money he'd lavished on her.
The stacks of million-won checks slipped into her anus or cleavage every time they met.
Lee Ha-young nodded.
As her Master said, she'd been living a life of luxury on his money.
Buying designer bags, wearing expensive clothes, eating out, bossing around host club boys.
"Got it! If it's for you, Master, I can do anything!"
Her eyes burned with determination.
Mr. Choi chuckled and stroked the slave bitch's head.
Then he pulled out a few checks and handed them to her before speaking.
"Good. Go enjoy yourself before the rental. Oh, and this is a bonus."
Mr. Choi rummaged in his inner pocket. What he pulled out was a clear bag filled with white powder.
"This stuff will blow your mind. Have fun with your bestie."
"M-Master-!"
Lee Ha-young snatched the bag with a thrilled expression.
She snorted excitedly, staring at it with manic eyes.
Her lips curled into a grin involuntarily.
"Go wild today. Appraisal meeting tomorrow. Got it?"
"Heh heh. Yes- ♥ Thank you, Master!"
-Mwah ♥
Lee Ha-young kissed the tip of her Master's cock, then stood up.
She slipped into trashy clothes that showed off her figure, loaded up on luxury accessories, and got ready to head out.
"I'm off to play-!"
"Heh heh. Have fun."
"Yes ♥"
Lee Ha-young left while calling her best friend, Jeong Su-a.
Mr. Choi watched the slave bitch's retreating figure with a meaningful smile.
He picked up his phone and made a call.
-Ring ring... Ring ring... Click.
"Boss. Got your call."
"Good. Tomorrow night at 11. Appraisal meeting. Call the VIPs."
***
I was cleaning.
Meticulously tidying the room where Master and Mistress had just had their sticky, intense sex.
-Rustle.
First, I rolled up the blanket.
It was soaked with Master's semen and Mistress's juices.
A foul yet lewd stench wafted from it.
-Sniff sniff.
I smelled the blanket.
I shoved the thick aroma deep into my nostrils and recalled Master and Mistress's dense, passionate fucking.
"Haa... Haa..."
I was getting excited.
My cock started stiffening hard.
Just sniffing this obscene smell brought back visions of their brutal, destructive sex.
-Slide. Sliide.
I began clearing other items near the bed.
I collected Mistress's juice-covered dildos, anal beads, choker, ropes, bikini, and sniffed each one.
My cock swelled even larger.
"Haa... Haa..."
I tidied the trash scattered on the floor too.
Cigarette butts, tissues, Master's and Mistress's pubic hairs and head hairs.
I vacuumed them all up, leaving the floor spotless.
"Lee Ha-young... Fuck, Lee Ha-young..."
I'm alone here.
With Master and Mistress gone, I could indulge in this little deviation.
I freely shouted Mistress's name while stroking my cock.
"Lee Ha-young... You fucking bitch. You fucking slut..."
The anger buried deep in my heart toward her.
And the overwhelming love that smothered it all.
This mix of love and hate made my cock throb harder.
"Fuck, I'll fuck you too."
I decided on revenge.
Retribution against Mistress, who ruined my life like this.
I'd loved her so much.
Believed in her to the end.
Yet she treated me like a slave and shoved my life into the gutter.
Revenge was necessary.
-Rattle.
The card I pulled out was an onahole the size of a person.
I'd pasted a printout of Lee Ha-young's face on it.
I tossed it onto the bed and pulled out my majestically erect cock.
-Stroke... Stroke...
The onahole's secret slit.
I slathered it with lube.
Then rubbed fluids from the dildos and anal beads onto the entrance before shoving my cock in.
I hugged the onahole and started pounding away.
-Creak creak creak.
I imagined it.
Lee Ha-young impaled on my cock, eyes rolled back.
Feels good? That good, huh?
You fucking slut, squeezing so tight—how good does it feel?
-Creak creak creak.
I mimicked Master's hip circles.
I clutched the onahole like I was trying to break it, imitating his destructive pistoning.
Pretending to be him, I choked the onahole's neck.
I pictured Lee Ha-young choking, tears streaming down her face.
Begging forgiveness while howling in pleasure.
"Heh heh. Think that'll make me forgive you?"
No chance.
You hurt me this much—you need to hurt too.
I'll properly train you, Lee Ha-young, you bitch, with my perfect technique.
"Hup!"
I covered Lee Ha-young's mouth.
We devoured each other's mouths in a passionate kiss.
Her arms wrapped around my neck.
Her legs clamped my waist tight.
Finally, this bitch Lee Ha-young had fallen for me.
-Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
The pistoning sped up.
Her beastly cries of "Oooh oooh" echoed.
Under my perfect skills, Lee Ha-young was losing her mind.
"Grraaah...! You fucking bitch!"
Shouting she loved me while squeezing her pussy.
I thrust my massive cock deep inside and unleashed a waterfall of cum.
Feeling her pussy urging me on, I made my huge dick twitch.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Splurt! Splurt! Spluuurt...
Thus ended my pathetic ejaculation.
Reality crashed back quickly.
I kissed Ha-young's photo.
I stared at her long straight hair and pale skin.
My erection deflated.
"....."
I pulled out my cock.
-Drip. Cum leaked out.
I quickly wiped it with tissue and rag, then rushed the onahole to the bathroom.
I rinsed it with the showerhead and peeled off Mistress's photo.
"Phew-."
The onahole was clean again.
I hurriedly stuffed it into my personal bag.
If Mistress found out about my deviation, I might get banned from handjobs.
Can't have that.
-Whirr.
With my little rebellion over, time to fulfill my duties.
I vacuumed Master's room spotless.
Washed the dildos and anal beads in the bathroom and set them in the sunlight.
-Slide slide.
I put the pillow in the laundry hamper.
The multi-layered bedsheets too.
To the gathered laundry, I added a drop of my cum.
I smirked.
"Heh. Now it's a 3P."
Laundry mixed with fluids from Master, Mistress, and me.
I loaded it into the large washer.
Added detergent and softener, set it for a 2-hour 30-minute standard cycle.
-Whumm... Whumm...
The machine spun into action.
I returned to Master's room.
Spread the clean bedsheet, placed the pillow, and flung open the blanket with a whoosh.
Sprayed deodorizer everywhere with a hiss hiss, flung open the windows to let in sunlight.
Master and Mistress's traces were perfectly erased.
The room was clean again.
"Phew. Morning chores done?"
Now it was free time.
My tasks were just this much.
One or two room cleanings a day, occasional cooking, miscellaneous chores.
For doing just this, I got 3 million won a month, plus room and board.
For someone like me who could only cook, it was the perfect job.
"Not bad."
I muttered and lay on the bed.
3 million covered living expenses easily.
Free room and board, light workload, tons of free time.
And best of all, once a week handjob from Mistress.
That handjob was incomparable pleasure.
Lately, we'd inhale drugs together while she jerked me off—now I couldn't live without it.
The only hang-up was Master targeting my family, and Mistress pressuring me to go after my little sister... Honestly, I don't know anymore.
Really don't.
At first, those insane demands were unbearable agony, but I grew numb to the madness, and now... it even turns me on a bit.
No, imagining my elegant, intellectual mom breaking... it really gets me going.
I'm going insane like this.
"...No. Maybe I'm just a coward."
But deep down, it's rationalization.
A cheap excuse to ignore my weakness.
Yeah, honestly... I'm scared of Master.
Staying at his mansion these past days, I felt in my bones he's no ordinary man.
Rebel and I might die.
'Wrong guy... Can't win...'
I'd seen his subordinates who obey him.
All vicious-looking thugs.
Some towered at 2 meters, others covered in muscle and scars.
But they all feared Master.
Even the worst criminals from the news trembled before him.
Screams of agony echo from the basement I can't access.
I picked the wrong fight... Way wrong.
"...Guess I'll sleep."
I lay on the bed.
Escaping into pleasure again.
Forcing stimulating fantasies to ignore my gutter life.
Normal ones don't cut it anymore.
At least imagining my little sister falling to me...
Yeah, let's go with Seong-a this time... Use her as a fucktoy...
"......"
Drowsy.
Imagining my family corrupted made my head tingle.
I'd just jerked off, bed was soft, breeze wafting in—perfect for a nap.
My eyes slowly closed.
......
How many minutes passed?
A commotion woke me.
-Step. Step. Step.
Footsteps climbing to the second floor.
I snapped alert.
Probably Master—need to greet him.
"Mmmph... Muuum... Mmmph..."
Then, sounds of a man and woman swapping tongues.
Master and Mistress kissing, probably.
"Damn."
I jumped out of bed.
Footsteps nearing—they planned to fuck in here again.
Caught lounging like a lucky bastard, and I'd be handjob-banned.
I quickly erased my traces.
Smoothed the dipped bedsheet, straightened pillows and blanket.
Peeled my hair off the pillow.
"Mmm... Mmmmuum... Mmm... ♥"
Kissing sounds closing in.
I thought fast.
Too late to flee.
Pretend to clean.
I grabbed deodorizer in one hand, rag in the other, waiting.
-Bang.
Door flew open.
I sprayed the pillow while glancing at the door.
There stood Master and Mom passionately swapping tongues.