Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: Guidance
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Next day.
I returned to the Master's mansion, dragging along Yi Hui-yeon, who was utterly exhausted.
The Master tilted his head in surprise at the sight of us holding hands.
"Hmm. So you two are hooking up now? You'll have to give up Lee Ha-young, though."
He'd already grasped the situation just from glancing over us.
I approached the Master and knelt before him.
Then I told him of my resolve.
"Kukukuk... You want to become like me? Puhahaha!"
The Master burst into booming laughter, as if mocking my firm determination.
Eventually, he stopped laughing and stared silently at me and Yi Hui-yeon.
It was an overwhelming pressure that made even breathing feel laborious.
"Interesting. Very interesting. But you know..."
He took a moment to catch his breath and stepped toward me twice.
"To become like me, you have to give up all your women. You get what that means, right?"
Give up all my women.
In other words, hand over every woman the Master had his eye on.
Lee Sin-a, Jeong Su-a, even Lee Ha-young.
It meant relinquishing all the objects of my attachment.
"Yes. Lee Sin-a, Jeong Su-a... and Lee Ha-young—they all belong to you now, Master."
And so, just as the Master commanded, I decided to let go of all those attachments.
Parent and child, brother and sister, boyfriend and girlfriend.
I resolved to sever every social bond and accept that I was nothing more than the Master's possession and slave.
"It won't be easy. You'll suffer."
Of course.
It wouldn't be easy.
Even so, they had once been my mother, my sister, and the love of my life above all else.
Handing such massive attachments over to another man without a hole ripping open in my heart? Impossible.
"I'll endure it."
But now I understood.
Lee Sin-a was a woman before she was my mother, and Jeong Su-a was a woman before she was my sister.
The same logic applied to Lee Ha-young—she was a woman before she was my girlfriend.
In other words, nothing more than a single female drawn to a dominant male.
"Looks like you're prepared."
Thud... thud... The sound of the Master approaching.
Smoothly, he knelt down and lifted my chin with his hand.
I could see his face.
I met the Master's eyes head-on, those serious eyes observing me—the gaze of an absolute being.
"Good. Then follow me. I'll fix that weak mind of yours."
After promising to teach me, the Master stood up.
I paused briefly before rising and followed behind him.
I also instructed my potential slave, Yi Hui-yeon, to wait in the room.
"Hmm. Not entirely without talent, I see."
Watching Yi Hui-yeon withdraw at my command, the Master muttered as much.
Soon after, he headed to his study, and I followed right behind.
"Sit."
We arrived at the study.
I planted my butt in the chair he offered.
The Master sank into his luxurious leather seat and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, slipping it between his lips.
Then he flicked the lighter from his desk toward me.
"!"
The lighter came flying suddenly, but luckily, I caught it without letting it hit the floor.
I hurried over to the Master and lit his cigarette.
Click. Click. Whoosh.
The smell of gunpowder from the lighter.
The aroma of tobacco as it ignited.
The Master inhaled deeply—sip.
Exhaling like a sigh—whoosh—he spoke to me.
"Carry the lighter with you from now on."
"Yes."
The Master's first task for me.
Lighting his cigarettes.
If I absorbed his teachings well, he'd entrust me with bigger things bit by bit.
Maybe even training women someday.
"Start by changing your fundamental mindset."
Then, abruptly, the Master spoke.
I quickly pondered an appropriate response.
"... Mindset, you mean."
"Right. Mindset. That's the top priority."
Emphasizing the importance of mindset, the Master reached for the ashtray.
I swiftly slid the nearby ashtray toward him.
The Master flashed a satisfied smile and tapped off his ash.
The Master continued.
"First, strip every woman in this world down to their biological essence as females."
The Master's first lesson.
It was a command to erase all the images society had built around women.
In other words, to remove all the ''—the hype and illusions society had created about women.
"Famous celebrities, actresses, idols, great historical figures, even those hailed as goddesses by the masses. Every woman is just a single female."
The Master's words that even women who seem noble and pure are ultimately just females.
I engraved his teaching that females are animals driven solely by the desire for seed from strong, superior males and the instinct to ensure their own and their offspring's safety.
"Also, abandon the illusion of love."
The illusion of love.
It referred to the blind spots in the modern concept of love that's widely accepted today.
"Think of it like the principles of capitalism. Or rather, closer to the laws of nature."
The Master likened the flaws of love to natural laws.
Simply put, just as the top 5% of capitalists hold 90% of the wealth, the top 5% of superior males claim all the females.
Explaining it through nature: A strong male drives off weaker ones to monopolize all females; a tree in the sunniest spot thrives while dooming those around it. The world operates on winner-takes-all.
However, in current human society, weak males receive minimal protection under the rules of monogamy, he said.
"This is truth. Males have the desire to impregnate as many females as possible, and females crave seed from superior males. Society's norms and moral standards instilled from childhood merely suppress those instincts."
Societal norms of monogamy.
The moral code that you must love only one person.
The ethical yardstick that cheating is wrong.
The Master commanded me to erase it all.
And—
"So, if you want a female who's already paired, shatter that moral suppression. Succeed in that, captivate her, and she'll be entirely yours."
I swallowed hard.
Absorbing the Master's words, I finally grasped the truth about women.
According to him, females are base creatures who would spread their legs for any superior male the moment social restrictions or moral standards vanish.
Looking at Lee Sin-a and Lee Ha-young in that light, I could understand why those bitches had fallen so far.
"I like that look in your eyes. You've got real potential."
As I mulled over Lee Ha-young and Lee Sin-a, the Master praised my gaze.
Humbled, I lifted my head to meet his face.
The Master smiled contentedly.
"You're young. And physically superior enough. But—"
His gaze dropped to my crotch.
It hardened.
"Your natural cock size is average. Hmm."
The Master pondered with a hum.
Soon, he picked up the remote and turned on the monitor in front.
He pulled up a video of me being toyed with by Lee Ha-young, paused at a specific scene, and zoomed in on my dick for inspection.
It was humiliating.
"The girth isn't bad."
Then, unexpectedly, the Master's soft voice offered praise.
He tapped the armrest with his fingers—tap-tap—and continued.
"There are plenty of places doing procedures without side effects these days, so length isn't an issue. Plus, your girth is naturally decent."
Like a doctor diagnosing a patient, the Master assessed my cock.
I nodded vigorously at his hopeful words.
"Good. I'll give you three months. In that time, you can reshape your body and mind. After that, I'll assign you some work."
The Master's promise to entrust me with tasks.
My dick sprang straight up.
The thought of destroying other families had me so excited I could barely breathe.
"I-I'll follow your lead, Master. I'll learn diligently under you."
I prostrated myself before him.
The Master chuckled and said,
"Then I'll set a new schedule for you. Follow me."
I trailed after the Master.
And from that day, I began shedding blood, sweat, and tears to prepare for my rebirth.
Jeong Hyeon-jae and Lee Sin-a.
The once harmonious and affectionate couple had completely warped over the past three weeks.
Lee Sin-a indulged freely in what she disguised as NTR play but was outright adultery, while Jeong Hyeon-jae drowned in the stimulating NTR theme, jerking off every day.
"How about... we make it even more intense?"
That's why Jeong Hyeon-jae could easily nod to his wife's subtle suggestion.
The old him would have desperately stopped her from such madness, but now he craved an even more thrilling version of his wife.
"Uh... how?"
"I've just been pretending all this time."
"Y-Yeah."
"So now... use a condom and actually do it..."
"Y-You're saying insertion!?"
Jeong Hyeon-jae jolted up in shock.
He panted—huff-huff—and clutched his forehead.
But his gesture stemmed not from anger, but pure sexual arousal.
Lee Sin-a noticed immediately.
"Just think of it as a masturbation toy. Okay...?"
His wife approached with a seductive smile.
Her arms slithered around Jeong Hyeon-jae's shoulders.
She breathed hot air into his ear.
"It'll be insanely arousing. Way more thrilling than now."
Her hand glided over his crotch.
Jeong Hyeon-jae swallowed hard.
Gazing at his wife, now a total seductress, he spoke in a trembling voice.
"B-But... is that really okay for you?"
Is that really okay? her husband asked.
Lee Sin-a let out a soft chuckle.
Her face shifted instantly to a pitiful expression, and she kissed his cheek.
"Of course it feels wrong... but I love how we are now. It's like our honeymoon all over again. I just want to fan the flames a bit more."
Every day, watching NTR play, fueling rage-fueled passionate sex with his wife.
Plus, the ecstasy of blacking out in her thigh vice—unmatched pleasure.
Jeong Hyeon-jae swallowed and nodded.
"O-Okay then. Condom is non-negotiable..."
"Hehe♥ Of course~ honey♥"
Another kiss on his cheek.
Then she stood, slipping into a lewd dress.
She now wore such slutty outfits without hesitation.
"Then I'm off♥ This one's gonna be the most intense yet...♥"
"Uh, uh..."
Jeong Hyeon-jae nodded dumbly.
Lee Sin-a smirked mockingly and headed to the door.
Bang—the door shut, leaving only heavy silence.
"Hoo..."
Where the hell did it all go wrong?
Jeong Hyeon-jae sighed deeply, clutching his head like he was tearing at his hair.
Soon, he lit a cigarette—one he'd quit years ago.
Now he chain-smoked two packs a day.
"Damn it... why me."
Regret hit late.
He should've stopped the insertion at least—his chest ached.
His heart pounded, breathing grew labored.
Bzzz~
But when the awaited message from his wife arrived, it all vanished like a lie.
His half-hard dick surged full mast—pop—precum leaked, eyes bloodshot.
Jeong Hyeon-jae grabbed his phone to check her message.
[My Minister of Internal Affairs♥: Master and slave concept today lol]
Master and slave.
Jeong Hyeon-jae unbuckled his belt and started stroking.
Then her photo arrived, making his dick quiver.
Bzzz~
[Photo]
The photo from his wife.
Her bowing her head before a massively erect huge cock.
Jeong Hyeon-jae stared at his precious wife bowing to another man, panting heavily—haa-haa.
Bzzz~
While stroking, another file arrived.
An audio message from his wife.
He jammed earbuds in and played it.
["This vulgar bitch humbly greets her Master. Please punish this sow who came sprinting with her pussy dripping at the thought of Master's cock...♥"]
Unbelievable words from his wife.
His breath caught—gasp.
The world spun, air wouldn't come.
How could his once-pure wife utter such filth?
["A fine masochistic pervert bitch indeed. Now turn around and show me that cunt."]
["Yesss...♥ Please inspect this vulgar sow bitch's pussy...♥"]
["Heh heh. Good. Now strip off those panties. I'll inspect what a fine slit you've got."]
["Yesss...♥"]
An absurd, unimaginable conversation.
Jeong Hyeon-jae clutched his hair, panting raggedly—haa-haa-haa.
Mid-stroke, another message from his wife.
Bzzz~
[Photo]
She'd sent a photo.
He checked it immediately.
Blood pressure spiked to his head instantly.
"Y-You fucking bastard...!"
The photo from his wife.
Her Master had snapped her soaked anus and pussy.
His own dick in frame like a boast, middle finger aimed at her ass.
Bzzz~
[Audio file]
As he swallowed rage at the man's photo, an audio file rocked his mind.
Dick rigid, Jeong Hyeon-jae played it.
["Sniff-sniff. This slut-cunt bitch reeks of female lust. Urine too."]
["S-Sorry...♥"]
["A decent pussy, at least. How many men have been in this hole?"]
["H-Huhuhu♥ At least... probably... thirty..."]
[Smack!]
["Eek!♥"]
["You filthy sow bitch! What a sloppy whore, spreading for anyone."]
["S-Sorryyy...♥"]
A pussy thirty men had visited.
Jeong Hyeon-jae paused the audio and paced the room.
Yelling, hurling objects, punching the wall—bang-bang.
Soon, he told himself it was just roleplay.
He denied his wife's words.
A lie she blurted in excitement, he brainwashed himself.
Click.
He resumed the audio.
["Hmm. Body's well-maintained, though. I'll make use of you."]
["Yes♥ Thank you for letting this lewd bitch serve...♥"]
["Lick my feet then."]
["Ah! Yes—♥ Slurp... slurp... slurrrp..."]
Sloppy licking sounds.
A groan escaped Jeong Hyeon-jae—grrrk.
Just as vague doubts arose that she wouldn't really lick another man's feet—
Bzzz~
[Photo]
But the next photo showed her doing exactly that.
Eyes rolled back, grinning wide, tongue buried between a stranger's toes.
"H-How...! How!"
Jeong Hyeon-jae snatched his phone.
Anxiety that this crossed the line for real—he called his wife immediately.
Ring... ring... ring...
Endless ringing.
His heart burning.
He clutched his chest—thump-thump—waiting.
Finally—
Click.
"H-Hiiik...♥ H-Honeyyy...♥"
His wife's voice came through the receiver.