Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Appraisal Meeting (2)
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Hui-yeon's body, stripped bare in a flash.
An unfamiliar, utterly lascivious sight I'd never seen before.
My throat churned.
Cold sweat beaded up and trickled down.
The Hui-yeon who'd always supported Ha-young and me was appearing like this.
"H-Hui-yeon..."
Hui-yeon's eyes gazed intently at me.
Her eyes and mouth curved in sly arcs.
Lips flicking with her tongue.
"..."
Hui-yeon was no longer herself.
The Hui-yeon I knew was full of shame.
Far removed from anything this depraved.
But this was...
"Curious? Why I've changed like this."
The dark room.
Her voice resonating low.
I nodded slowly.
She took my hand.
"The reason is..."
She guided my hand to her breast.
A sharp jolt of electricity shot through my fingers clutching her perfect tit.
"It's all because of you."
My head went blank.
Because of me? What the hell did that mean?
"Puhuhu. You look clueless. Well~ you've always been oblivious."
She tugged my hand, pulling me toward her.
We were close enough to feel each other's breath.
Then, she pulled me into a hug.
Her soft, yielding breasts pressed against me, sending another zap through my skull.
"I... I liked you."
A confession at a timing and place I never saw coming.
I'd had absolutely no clue.
"W-what..."
"That's the story. My selfish desire to save you turned me into this."
"What...?"
"Hehe. I'll tell you all about it later. Nice and slow. How I fell apart."
Hui-yeon's path to depravity.
My dick gave a sharp throb.
A dizzying current wrapped around my body, anticipation surging at her fall.
"Prhuhu. Just like they say. You're beyond saving."
She rubbed my rock-hard dick with her knee, mocking me.
Then she pushed me back a bit and stared deep into my eyes.
Madness gleamed in her gaze.
"Still, I'm thrilled. That you're getting off on my downfall like this."
"..."
"Alright♥ Enough chit-chat. Time for what matters. Big jerk-off sesh for our Seong-min♥"
My dick throbbed hard again.
She giggled at the sight.
"Starting with your jerk-off video-♥"
Hui-yeon plugged the USB in her hand into the port.
Then double-clicked a file to play it.
The massive screen ahead lit up with the video.
The video opened with my girlfriend's greeting.
But her look was off.
A nose hook yanked her nostrils up like a pig's, and her outfit was lewd beyond compare.
So slutty that being naked would've seemed wholesome by contrast.
Her clothes didn't cover a single vital spot.
Nipples, pussy, ass, belly—all fully exposed.
The fabric was a bizarre mix of black mesh, black leather, and black tights.
"Prhuhu. Dumb bitch. What a sight."
At that moment, Hui-yeon's voice mocked her—once her closest friend.
She whispered contemptuously right in my ear, her hot breath tickling.
"Look at that slut. Tanned like a hoe, tacky tattoos all over, cheap-ass hair. Ha-young's hit rock bottom."
Her words hammered home my girlfriend's fall once more.
Even so, my dick swelled harder.
Veins bulged on my already maxed-out erection.
The video rolled on amid it all.
She spoke casually about being sold off.
Seeing my precious girl peddle her body like a whore made my chest tighten.
Priced like meat—heart-wrenching, yet thrilling all the same.
With that, the screen went black.
In that instant, Hui-yeon whispered in my ear.
True to her word, light flared on the blacked-out screen.
A opulent interior like a Baroque palace filled the view.
"Ah..."
A sigh slipped out unbidden.
Lavish antique furnishings everywhere.
Contrasting it all: overwhelming depravity.
"Ahng... Heung... Uuuum...♥"
The vast hall teemed with naked men and women.
A few guys had bathrobes loosely draped, but cocks hung out free.
"Slurp! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Pwah! Hurlurp! Gulp!"
And every one of them was deep in lewd acts.
From the close-up chick sucking cock, to pole-dancing sluts, bitches with cash bundles jammed up their asses shaking booty, crawling fours on dog chow, wall-bound whipping post, upside-down graffiti victim, clenching anuses to spray cum farthest in contests. And more.
Perverted acts beyond words panned across my eyes like a panorama.
"Fuck. Insane, right?♥"
Heat in my ear.
Hui-yeon's slutty whisper.
Her hand gripped my dick tighter.
My head tingled, spun.
"Uhng♥ Our Seong-min's all shocked—adorable♥ This is just the opener. Eyes on the screen~♥"
I lifted my head.
Locked eyes on the screen ahead.
Hell played out.
"Hahaha. Feels like this bitch. She's my slave!"
Fifteen women mounted wall-side, lower halves exposed—pussies and asses on display.
A guy slammed his dick into one pussy and declared it.
Then—beep! An X lit up on the front scoreboard.
"Fuck. Wrong one."
-Smack!
"Kuhahaha! Can't even ID your own slave slut? My turn."
A burly beast of a man strode onstage, smug as hell.
Slapped his pregnant-gut belly thwack-thwack, oozing cocky confidence.
Surveyed the fifteen exposed bitches, nodded, and spoke.
"First, lemme sniff 'em out. My slave's got that signature stink."
The hefty guy announcing a smell test.
Naked dudes below stage griped.
"Haha. Cheat much?"
"Right. Rule's strictly 'fuck-feel' to find your slave."
"Exactly. Pound 'em one by one per rules!"
Facing backlash, the fatass scratched his head.
Fondled his dick—barely peeking from fat folds—and said:
"Fine, just one sniff. Can't get hard without her scent. Kuhaha. Bear with me."
"Eh, fetish's a fetish."
"Puhaha. Gotta raise the flag to test, yeah?"
Consensus sided with the fat guy's plea.
He grinned thanks.
Scanned the exposed lowers, zeroed on number seven.
"Lemme see... Feels like you, maybe..."
The giant spread her asshole with his fingers.
Plunged his nose in, sniffed deep.
Sniff-sniff. Sniff-sniff.
Screwed up his face.
"Nah, not it..."
His half-chub dick in hand.
He spread her pussy lips with fingers.
Sniff-sniff. Sniff.
Sniffing again.
Soon he scowled, smack! slapped her ass.
"This bitch reeks of piss—foul as hell!"
"Kuhahahahaha!"
Guys below roared laughing—god knows why.
The 100kg-plus fatso stared glumly at his limp dick.
"Hmm. Won't rise for this. No dice."
Dissatisfied, he lumbered offstage.
Called over a stunner waiting by his seat, ordered doggy.
Stunner at a glance.
"Snnf. Hnnggg... Snnf. Hnnggg..."
Face buried in her cunt, big inhales.
She quivered, pussy twitching, juices leaking—turned on by the sniff alone.
Shuddering, she moaned weird shit.
"Thank you. Infinite honor that my vulgar scent brings Master joy..."
Her words rang sincere.
This piglet over 100kg sniffing her snatch, and she's eyes-rolling thankful.
What the hell happened to her?
"Yeah. That's the stink."
Fatso eyed his rigid boner with satisfaction.
Straightened up, booted her still-doggy ass: command barked.
"Gonna fuck now—spit-lube it. Hate it dry."
"Yess♥"
She scrambled up, slurped his cock vacuum-style.
Long, grotesque face like an octopus tentacle.
"Slurp! Smooch! Smooch! Nngh! Smooch! Smooch! Pwah! Haa... Haa... Smooch! Smooch!"
"Enough, slut. That's plenty."
Grabbed her hair rough, yanked.
Flung her to the floor careless, stormed back onstage.
"Now, find my slave bitch."
Thus the fat brute tried fucking 1 through 15.
A few pistol pumps mid-way, ass-spanks to gauge reactions.
"Calling it. My slave's 14! Number 14!"
Men below stared tense.
Beep— X flashed.
"Pu-hahahaha!"
"Whoa! Big talk for a miss!"
"Skills rusty~?"
Men hooted and hollered at the fatso's flop.
He scowled fierce, smack! palmed 14's ass raw red.
It jiggled, handprint blazing.
"Fuckin' hell. Damn bitch."
Grumbling, down he went.
Then—far stage burst alight.
Noisy hall hushed sharp; lights dimmed everywhere but the mega-stage.
"It's go-time."
"This one's hyped. Heh."
"Yeah. Word is Mr. Choi trained one himself..."
Naked men clustered casual.
Soon, a man strode in clack-clack.
Crisp suit.
"Heartfelt thanks to all noble guests joining this appraisal."
Formal opener kicked things off.
He outlined order, bid rules, slave handling notes—then exited.
"Kuhh. Tough wait."
"Haha. Always the thrill. What sluts this time."
"Mr. Choi's handiwork's the real draw."
"Haha. Gonna be fierce bidding."
Pre-auction lull: VIPs chatted, most with one-two girls beside—mostly cock-sucking or massaging.
-Flash!
Board lit: 'No. 1'.
-Click. Click. Click.
Heels to stage center.
Bikini barely hid nips and slit.
Late 30s on sight.
"Han Mi-jin, 37. Widowed housewife—hubby died in recent accident."
Mid-20s stud hopped up.
Handsome enough actor material, spilled Han Mi-jin's tale.
"Taming took about four months. Wasn't easy—she stonewalled me at first."
Dude detailed her corruption arc.
Board flashed KakaoTalks, call recordings, breakthrough vids—dramatic evidence dump.
"...And so Mi-jin fell completely. Does anything I ask!"
Satisfied finale.
Ass-smack, kneel order.
Hands up, scripted line: 'I'm a lewd dirty bitch. Punish me.'
"I-I'm... lewd and... filthy... bitch... Please p-punish me..."
Han Mi-jin choked it out teary.
Guy smirked cryptic, wrapped up.
Auction kicked off.
"Hmm... Decent, but could've used more polish."
"Yeah. Bidding?"
"Pass. Seven total—wait it out."
"Haha. Skittish crowd might lowball her."
VIPs bantered pre-bid.
Suit guy returned; bidding flew.
Han Mi-jin fetched 320 million won.
"Oof. Stings a bit? Just 300 mil."
VIPs tsked—even that as pocket change screamed wealth.
"Next, No. 2 incoming."
Auction rolled.
No. 2: Kim A-young, 23, debt-forced slave.
Actress doppelganger; traded at 620 million.
"No. 3."
No. 3: Choi Mi-ra, 42, elite corp exec & working mom.
Now subordinate-27's toy; ditched family for slave sale.
730 million won.
"No. 4 entering."
No. 4: An Ji-su, 27, teacher.
Secret fling with 17yo student; principal blackmailed, sold to underworld broker—here now.
430 million.
"Next, No. 5."
No. 5... dude.
Kim Seo-jin, 21, idol hopeful—debut-bound.
Secret dating booted him; underground madam scooped to host-bar stud.
Irked chaebol wife; life tanked—slave now.
Sold to faggot VIP for 1.36 billion.
"Introducing No. 6!"
No. 6: Min Ha-eun, 24.
Idol trainee scammed out of savings.
But tragedy piled: dad's biz bust, mom breast cancer—plummeted.
Whored for cash: noraebang helper to tenpro, still short—self-sold here.
Shook ass desperate, begged VIPs.
Passion earned just 430 million.
"Here it is—the moment we've waited for! No. 7 slave!"
And the finale: my girlfriend.
I gulped hard, watched her crawl in.