Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Eve
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After Master and Mom left.
I quickly erased my traces.
Wiped up the semen splattered on the floor and straightened out the bed they'd wrecked while fucking.
Of course, I sniffed the scent a few times along the way.
"... "
The lewd aroma smeared everywhere.
The female side she'd never shown me, her most intimate body scent.
The immoral sight that clashed so hard with her role as head of the household and "mother."
That sheer drop-off got me fired up.
It sent extreme arousal tingling straight through my skull.
"No... gotta hold back."
But I couldn't jerk off again.
Tomorrow was the day I'd been dying for—Mistress giving me a handjob.
Right now, I needed to rest up for it.
"Phew... time to clean."
So I gathered up the sheets again to cool my head, tossing them into the washer.
My dick stayed rock-hard from the lingering lewd scent on the bed, but somehow I held back from yanking it.
"Hm. All done now."
I washed the bed sheets spotless, dried them, and put everything back exactly as it was.
I finished the whole process perfectly and glanced at the clock.
Somehow it was already 10 p.m.
"Coming home so late..."
Weird.
She should've been back by now.
Why wasn't she here yet?
"... "
But no point overthinking it.
Mistress never picked up my calls.
She ignored KakaoTalk and texts.
If I messaged her privately, she'd say I forgot my place and ban handjobs.
I had to avoid that at all costs.
"Eh, she'll show eventually."
In the end, I decided to wait longer.
Or just crash here.
It was handjob day tomorrow anyway.
No need to hassle going home and back.
So tonight I'd pull an all-nighter gaming at Master's place, sleep till late afternoon tomorrow, then get my handjob while watching Mistress's corruption videos. Perfect.
Ah-. Already can't wait.
Mistress's sadistic hands, her feet stomping me down, slutty positions and whispers.
Plus her corruption footage on top.
Feeling my dick swell, I headed to my private room.
Before the jerk-off urge hit again, I fired up the game and dove in.
But even after gaming all night, Mistress didn't come back.
Hell, even after handjob day passed the next day, still no sign.
I went quite a while without seeing her.
Two days after Mistress vanished.
I got a video from her.
It opened at the entrance to a famous Gangnam host club.
"RealDickMin~ See me okay? Hehe. Bet you're super lonely right now?"
Deep into the night.
Blazing neon sign behind her: CLUB Sia.
Street banners screamed cheap thrills: Women Only, 50 Hosts Standing By, Unlimited Premium Booze & Beer, 99.9% Return Rate, Large Rooms & Party Spaces Fully Equipped.
"RealDickMin~. Won't see you for a bit? Master's sending me to some appraisal thing. Like a month, probably."
A month.
Insanely long for me.
Fuck, that's four missed handjobs...
"So here's a vid for ya~. Jerk to this. Not sure if it'll get you off though. Just out playing, kekeke."
Mistress pulled out a cigarette.
Lit it smooth as hell and blew out the smoke.
"Phew~ Anyway, that's the deal. Gotta service other guys for a month. Suck. Have to suck dicks that aren't Master's."
Mistress deep-dragged the cig.
That casual vibe had my dick inflating already.
Her trashy talk, trashy habits—every bit hooked me.
Mistress—no, Ha-young—had morphed into someone else entirely.
"But whatever. Gotta pay my way. Sigh fuck, this blows so hold off on handjobs. When I get back, 'kay? I'll make it real fucking good."
Her promise had my cock throbbing like crazy.
Wonder what a four-week buildup handjob feels like.
Already hyped.
"Anyway, my RealDickMin. I talk shit all the time but you know I love ya, right? Gotta fall into the abyss with me? If you bail 'cause you miss me a month, you're done. You'll take my training forever. Got it?"
I nodded at her words.
That's Ha-young's way of loving me, and I take it by worshiping her as Mistress.
That's how we keep our love going—all twisted up.
"Kekeke. Keep that dick stiff and wait then. Gonna party balls-out tonight, appraisal tomorrow. Watch me have fun~"
Screen went dark for a sec.
Then noise blasted back, screen lit up.
It filled with Mistress's glazed-over face.
"RealDickMin~. Mid-update. See~ that dude singing?"
Camera swung around.
Some guy gripped the mic, belting a soulful ballad.
Legit talented.
"Sings like a beast, right? Vibe's super thick. Kekeke. Check them out."
She panned right.
Jeong Su-a, the school slut legend, locked in a hug-kiss with some guy.
"Mmm... smooch... mmm... ohmm..."
Handsome silhouette gave it away.
Su-a clung like she was devouring him, tongues twisting.
Mistress filmed it, giggling her ass off.
"Kihehe. Su-a's hooked already. But get this over here?"
Panned left.
Girl with legs splayed M-wide, dude mounted thrusting dick deep.
Cream pie oozed all over cock and pussy.
"They're already pounding away. Fuck, third round's gonna be nuts. Kekekeke."
Pulled camera front.
Tilted down: crown of a guy's head buried in her pussy.
Mistress stroked his hair.
"Hey♥ Show your face♥"
Guy lifted slow on command.
Handsome dude my age.
Eyes totally unfocused, wasted vibe.
"This one's loopy off a little coke. Zero tolerance."
Pulled out a baggie of white powder.
Sprinkled some on the table, snorted it up her nose, head thrown back.
"Kuhuhuhu.... fuuuck... so... good...♥"
Rush hitting hard.
Shoved camera close—her face filled it: pupils blown, heavy dark circles.
"Haa.... haa.... fucking euphoric...♥ RealDickMin. Wish you were here too."
Glanced down.
Guy staring up all dazed.
Grabbed his hair, jammed his face into her pussy.
"Keep licking."
"Yess.... yesssh..."
Dude dove back in, no fight.
Looked kinda like me, somehow.
Mistress sipped booze, puffed cig, grinned sloppy.
Even muttered "Master" now and then, missing him.
"Ahng♥ Heung heueung... eung... haeung haeut...♥"
Her crew was lost in fucking hotshot hosts.
Techniques and sizes nowhere near Master's, but pretty faces had 'em thrilled.
Sofas wrecked with pussy juice and cum.
"Hey. RealDickMin. These dudes suck ass, right? Master's way better...♥"
Filmed their hip thrusts, snickering.
Yeah, their thrusting was garbage. Agreed.
"Sigh. Nothing beats Master railing me. Anyway, third round soon—ending here. Love ya~ RealDickMin~♥"
Video cut.
Reality snapped back.
One jerk to this, then what for my dick?
Replay corruption clips maybe...
-Drumming rumble-
That's when it hit.
Sliding front door whooshed open, frantic footsteps followed.
Master must be back.
Time to greet.
-Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.-
"Welcome home, Master!"
"Yeah. Kinda peckish."
"Yes. Shall I prep dinner?"
"Whip up some basic Chinese."
"Right away!"
I bolted to the kitchen.
Fridge open, ingredients out, straight to prepping.
Twenty minutes later: mini sweet-and-sour pork, Chinese-style bibimbap, scorched rice egg soup for Master.
Master sipped the soup, flashed a pleased grin.
"Your cooking's damn useful. Here—"
Pulled wallet from inside pocket.
Handed me a 1-million-won check.
I bowed deep, took it two-handed.
"Th-thank you..."
"Kukuku. Heard about my slave bitch?"
Master's slave bitch.
My Mistress.
"Yes.... She said she can't come here for a while..."
"Right. Month-long rental gig. Leaves your handjob slot empty."
"... It's f-fine. Can't be helped."
"Kuku. Fine my ass. Face like a lemon."
"Ah, sorry..."
"Skip the bullshit. Got a new bitch for you."
"New... bitch?"
"Yeah. You need someone for handjobs. Once a week—contract says she handles your urges, so we stick to it."
True, that was the deal.
Master promised corruption vids and weekly handjobs, never flaked.
Didn't expect a replacement girl though.
"You look curious. About your new handjob girl."
Master's face lit up amused.
I nodded.
Master signaled the bodyguard nearby.
"Fetch that bitch."
"Yes, sir!"
Guards hustled off.
Moments later, they dragged a woman to Master's side.
I clocked her face and sucked in a huge breath.
"Y-you're..."
Shoulder-length straight hair, bangs over forehead.
Slightly droopy eyes, porcelain skin glowing—sweet-faced beauty.
Mistress's old bestie, Hui-yeon.
"Kukuku. Shocked? Just wrapped her training."
Master groped Hui-yeon's ass.
She didn't fight, just huffed hot breaths and scissored her thighs.
"Hueut...."
Face flushed, head bowed.
Never dreamed a pure sharp girl like Hui-yeon would fall to Master.
How the hell when?
"Well? Like her? Satisfied with this one's level?"
"... "
I stared at Hui-yeon dripping pussy juice in strings.
Her lewd look—un-fucking-believable.
Hui-yeon wasn't this kind of girl.
She'd always cheered me and Ha-young on, held us up, our emotional rock.
Now her too.
"Ah...."
Memories flooded in.
Days with me, Ha-young, Hui-yeon.
All-nighters buried in assignments.
Sipping beers, bullshitting.
Group cram sessions scarfing midnight snacks during exams.
Me and Ha-young flirting, her playing wingwoman.
All those golden moments.
"Eung.... Uung...♥"
But our shining past shattered.
Ha-young turned into someone else, I lost my mind.
And Hui-yeon—fully trained, psyche cracked enough for my handjobs.
"Hey. Answer me. Don't like?"
Master prodding.
I nodded fast.
Like? Hell yeah.
My dick was about to burst already.
That saintly Hui-yeon giving me a handjob?
Fuck, imagining it drove me nuts.
"Good. Head to 'that room' and enjoy. Got fun footage ready too, kukuku."
Master handed Hui-yeon a USB.
She took it with a creepy smile, then softly gripped my hand.
"Follow me... gonna make you feel so good...♥"
Hui-yeon laced our fingers.
That touch spiked my arousal max; dick went steel-hard.
She led me right to that room.
Hui-yeon locked the door on entry, stripped bare in a flash.
"Seong-min♥ Get on your belly now. We'll watch the vid I brought and milk one out...♥"