Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Savior
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Guided by Hui-yeon's hand, I entered "that room."
A large monitor sat in front of us in the pitch-black darkness, not a single ray of light seeping in.
The place where I unleashed my filthy desires.
"Wait here♥"
Hui-yeon looked all excited.
She hummed a little tune as she plugged a USB into the monitor.
Then she fiddled with the remote to play the file from the USB before plopping down next to me and starting to undo my belt.
"You'll love this too...♥ Getting your dick all hard and throbbing, huh?"
She hummed as she yanked my pants down.
Soon, she pulled down my underwear and sniffed it—sniff.
Then she giggled at my chastity cage twitching away.
"Excited? You look miserable."
"Ugh..."
"Oh my god, look at that poor throbbing dick♥ Should I let it out?"
Hui-yeon dangled the key like a pair of tongs, shaking it teasingly.
I nodded frantically.
But she slipped the key back into her pocket and spoke.
"No way♥ I'm still mad. Just endure it for three days♥"
"..."
"Pffft. Watch the screen. It's starting soon."
I looked up.
I watched the screen playing in front of me.
It showed the inside of the Savior's mansion.
-Whirrrrr...
A long corridor stretched out.
At the far end of that corridor, the Savior was approaching.
He rode in something like a mechanical mobility chair—a rare, expensive-looking contraption at first glance.
-Whirrrrrr...
The chair glided smoothly down the corridor.
Even carrying the nearly 130kg Savior, it operated without a hitch.
A futuristic gadget that seemed to symbolize his immense wealth.
And the Savior, slouched in the chair with a bored expression, didn't bother walking.
He probably never needed to walk or move at all—his servants handled every aspect of his life.
After all, he was filthy rich.
-Whirr...
The mobility chair entered a room, its engine shutting off as it came to a stop.
The screen switched to the inside of that room.
There sat the lady of the house, naked and bloated like a pig.
I gulped and leaned in close to the screen.
"Tsk tsk. What a pathetic sight. Completely corrupted."
The Savior barked at the lady of the house's wretched state.
Soon, his cock began to swell.
His dick, buried in fat and invisible until now, poked its head out at the sight of her fallen flesh.
"But that's fine. Since I saved you from that devil's clutches, now I'll purify you myself."
The Savior said this and pressed a button on the armrest.
The wall slid open with a whirr, revealing a large monitor.
The Savior spoke.
"I've saved kids like you from that devil's hands many times before. Pitiful ones broken just as badly as you. Take a look."
-Beep.
The massive screen lit up white.
Soon, a woman appeared on screen, wrecked in a way eerily similar to the lady of the house.
Her body trembled as she recited her personal details.
"Na Yun-kyeong. 25 years old... I was remade by Master into a worthless cripple slut... I'm a useless piece of trash."
She looked just like the lady of the house.
The fattened flesh, the tanned skin, the tattoos everywhere—identical.
Clearly Master's handiwork at a glance.
"Watch closely. See how she changes."
The Savior smirked and skipped to the next chapter.
A soothing, gentle BGM played as a video titled [Savior Project] began.
Captions scrolled at the bottom of the screen.
The video was structured like a documentary.
Calm BGM, explanatory subtitles, even narration in a pleasant voice.
It matched a documentary program perfectly.
"Master!! Maaaster!! I'm a lowly bitch slut! I'm a filthy whore!!"
Na Yun-kyeong thrashed and screamed, strapped to a chair.
Around her stood men in white coats, looking troubled.
They looked like doctors at first glance.
"Aaaah! Aaaaaah!! Get out!!! Get the fuck out, you motherfucking bastards! Don't take Master from me! He's all I have! I'm Master's lowly slave bitch!!"
"This is astonishing. I've got 20 years in psychological treatment, and I've never seen brainwashing this deep... Honestly, as a scholar, I'm curious. I'd love to meet this Mr. Choi."
"Heh heh heh heh... Fucking cripple bastards. What a load of bullshit, you shitheads."
Na Yun-kyeong, bound to the chair, spewed abuse.
The doctors opposite shook their heads and rubbed their foreheads.
From what we'd seen so far, restoring her seemed impossible.
"Oh, an introduction? For the record? Hm... sure. I rescue people from cults, and I've gotten about 120 back into society. Pretty rewarding work."
"This... I've never seen anything like it. He's insane. A devil! How does he reduce a person to this...? At this level, recovery is impossible. No way."
"... Hold on. There is one method. It'd be an extreme measure, but it's the only way."
"Restoring Na Yun-kyeong's autonomy is impossible. She's completely enslaved to 'Mr. Choi.' So, we change the object of her enslavement."
"But the conditions are strict. To become her 'Master,' you need charisma equal to Mr. Choi's. And the ability to induce the same level of sexual arousal. Only someone meeting that can be Na Yun-kyeong's 'Savior.'"
"I'm sorry. We did our best, but... the 'Savior Project' isn't feasible. Too few applicants, and none meet our standards."
"C-Can't I... Can't I be the 'Savior'? I'll do anything..."
"... Father. To be a 'Savior,' you need not just strong charisma, but the ability to provide sexual excitement. Can you have sex with your daughter?"
"Th-That's..."
"The requirements are incredibly demanding. Baseline strong charisma and sex skills to arouse women, plus the wealth to support Yun-kyeong. And willingness to indulge in unconventional sex lives. In a democratic society like Korea, who would take on such madness? Someone deranged enough to accept 'master-slave' dynamics as normal."
"..."
"Sigh. We'll search one more week. If no suitable candidate, we'll end the [Savior Project] and try drug therapy."
"Hey, won't drug therapy lock her in a psych ward for life?!"
"... I'm sorry."
"Ahhh... Our daughter. What about our Yun-kyeong? She'll be trapped forever..."
"..."
The scenes that followed depicted the grim reality.
Doctors sneering at ridiculous applicants, Na Yun-kyeong's despairing parents, the cult therapist shaking his head.
The screen now showed doctors packing their things.
"What? Make him introduce himself? Ridiculous. Hey, Choi Secretary."
"Yes."
"You handle it. I'm off to see some women."
"Understood."
The Savior finally appeared in the video.
He glared indifferently at the camera and left.
"The terms are simple. Guarantee Na Yun-kyeong's 'basic rights,' 'living rights,' and minimal 'human rights.' Do that, and we'll make you her Savior."
The doctors, Na Yun-kyeong's parents, and the Savior sat around a table.
The lead doctor laid out conditions to the Savior.
The Savior scoffed in response.
"Heh heh. Such trivial demands. Why should I bother with that crap?"
"... This is about owning a person! In the 21st century, transferring ownership of a human! Shouldn't she get basic rights at least?"
"Heh heh heh... Listen. Owning a person? Big deal? These days, hand a few bucks and souls sell themselves. Owning people is nothing to me."
"..."
"So shut up and hear my proposal. Wanna continue?"
The Savior sank into his chair, awaiting the project team's reply.
The team leader glanced at Na Yun-kyeong's parents.
Her father, grim-faced, gripped his wife's hand and nodded.
She nodded too.
The team leader said,
"Let's hear it."
"Good. I want just one thing: 'Perfectly mine.' Something that'll give up their life for me."
The Savior wanted perfection in ownership.
The cult therapist replied,
"Possible. Mr. Choi's brainwashing is that potent. Transfer 'Master' right, and you can wield the same power."
"Yeah? Then here's the deal. Help me turn Na Yun-kyeong into my perfect slave via your project, and I'll take responsibility for her life—emotional stability, finances, all of it."
The project members exchanged looks again.
Na Yun-kyeong's parents nodded first, followed by the team.
"Agreed. Is that all?"
"No. One crucial point left. If Na Yun-kyeong as my slave doesn't please me or feel 'perfectly mine,' I'll discard her without mercy. No responsibility taken. Got it?"
Na Yun-kyeong's parents trembled at his words.
But they had no choice.
Better the Savior's hands than a lifetime as a psych ward vegetable.
"Yes... We'll do that."
"Good. Deal."
"Heh heh heh. Brings back memories."
The Savior in the video chuckled at the subtitles.
He pressed a button on the armrest and called out loudly.
"Yun-kyeong! Come here now."
"Yes, Master♥"
A clear, melodic voice came through the chair's speaker.
The door opened, and a stunning woman entered.
Na Yun-kyeong.
"Hee hee♥ Master! I'm here!"
"Yeah, come here."
"Yes♥"
Na Yun-kyeong approached with clicking heels.
She even hummed happily at meeting the Savior.
Reaching him, she stood behind, hugged him, bent down, and kissed the top of his head.
-Mwah.
"Master...♥"
"Heh heh. Good. How were your parents?"
"They were thrilled! Already bragging to the neighborhood about my checkup. Such a scene."
"Yeah. You suffered studying."
"What suffering? Master's orders—I get it done!"
"Heh, good attitude."
"Hee hee. So, why'd you call?"
"Nothing much. Watching that video up front reminded me of you."
Na Yun-kyeong turned to the screen at his words.
Her face flushed beet red.
She buried it in her hands and said,
"Aah~ That's my ultimate black history. So embarrassing..."
"Heh heh. Seeing it after so long brings back feelings. Watch with me."
"Ugh... Then let me serve you...♥"
"Just watch."
"Aah~ Master~. Just one service after so long...♥"
"Tch. Getting bolder, huh?"
"Hee hee...♥"
"Heh heh heh. Yeah. Your service after ages ain't bad. Do as you like."
"Hee hee. Thank you, Maaaster~. I love you...♥"
She knelt before him.
Slowly removed his pants, and began sucking his cock.
The contrast with Na Yun-kyeong glaring at the Savior in the video stirred a strange emotion.