Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Time of Hatching
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Dimly lit hospital room shrouded in soft darkness.
Lee Sin-a sat with her hands neatly clasped, tears streaming down her face.
Before her eyes lay her husband on the hospital bed.
‘Everything... it’s all because of me...’
Guilt tore at her heart.
The preciousness of her husband, which had grown so faint, now blazed brightly once more.
Only after inflicting such a grievous wound on this man did she finally realize what she had done.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry, honey...”
A monologue of apologies she had uttered dozens of times already.
Yet her husband on the bed didn’t so much as twitch a finger.
Her heartfelt pleas scattered into the empty air and faded away pointlessly.
‘But... in a month.’
The doctor had said it clearly.
The surgery had gone extremely well, and her husband would regain consciousness within at least a month.
He had expressed concern over the head injury, but assured her it wouldn’t cause any major issues.
‘Until then, I have to go back to how things were.’
With her husband unconscious, her path forward was clear.
To prevent anything like this from ever happening again, she had to purge every trace of netorase from her life.
Lee Sin-a logged into her YouTube account.
[Do you want to delete this?]
She began deleting all the videos she had ever uploaded.
Starting with the most recent, going all the way back to the oldest.
With that done, she switched her account to private and shut down her YouTube channel completely.
‘The other accounts too...’
Lee Sin-a didn’t stop at YouTube. She deleted her burner accounts on Instagram and every other platform as well.
Now, all that remained were the photos in her secret folder and the contact info for her sex partners.
[Do you want to unlock this?]
First, she resolved to delete the photos in her secret folder.
She tapped the gallery inside it and dragged her finger across hundreds of obscene images.
But—
-Gulp.
One photo in particular caught her eye, and she couldn’t resist tapping it.
It was a picture of her being trained by “Master (Mr. Choi).”
‘Ma, Master...’
Drool leaked out. Her love juices seeped forth.
Saliva flooded her mouth, and her eyes grew bloodshot.
Her head spun, heat surging through her.
‘Lee Sin-a’s erectile dysfunction impotent trash husband Jeong Hyun...’
Suddenly, the day she had tasted life’s greatest pleasure flashed in her mind.
The magic incantation imprinted by Master resurfaced.
Her lips twisted into an unnatural smirk.
“Hhh.... Heuk....”
She lifted her head.
Gazed once more at her husband lying on the bed.
An overwhelming wave of betrayal crashed over her entire body.
Staring at the consequences of her own actions, she grew aroused.
‘Oh, today I betray my husband again...♥’
Words murmured unconsciously in her heart.
Her eyes rolled back as Master’s divine cock filled her thoughts.
Lee Sin-a shuddered, lost in visions of her sacred days with him.
His voice echoed in her mind.
‘You’re mine. My perfect slave.’
I am his slave.
She wanted to rush to him right now.
To surrender her body to him and unleash waves of blissful carnal ecstasy.
‘No... I can’t.’
But Lee Sin-a barely clung to her sanity.
To flip like this from just one photo—she never should have opened that sealed folder.
“Haa... Haa... Haa...”
Lee Sin-a shook her head furiously.
She kept shaking it to banish the divine cock flickering before her eyes.
‘You’re mine.’
She clamped her hands over her ears.
Desperate to block out his voice hallucination echoing relentlessly.
“Ah...”
But now, she could even smell his scent.
Just one photo, and she missed him this much, yearned this fiercely, burned with frustration this badly.
“I... can go back. I can return again. I can... go back again.”
She desperately ignored it all.
Pounded her chest thump-thump, slapped her cheeks, gripped her husband’s hand, wiped away her tears—struggling to shake it off somehow.
[Do you want to delete this?]
After an hour of writhing torment, she managed to drag all seven hundred photos and delete them in one go.
Her secret gallery was now empty. Not a single photo left.
“Honey... I’ll do my best. I can come back... so please.”
To etch this vow into her soul, she repeated it endlessly to her husband.
That she could return. That she could reclaim her old self. That they could go back to being the loving couple they once were. She vowed it over and over.
Three weeks had passed since Jeong Hyun-jae’s car accident.
In that time, I’d visited his bedside once a day, catching sight of Lee Sin-a standing guard each time.
But knowing full well why he’d ended up like that, I barely spoke to her.
Just curt, professional replies to whatever she asked, while keeping a subtle distance.
If she weren’t even trying to return to her old life, I might have come to despise her.
“Oppa.”
“You’re here.”
Right on cue, Jeong Seong-a arrived at the hospital room.
She dropped by once a day too, apparently.
Though she was steadily sinking into depravity herself.
Soon enough, I’d get to watch her corruption video too.
“Go on in. I’m heading out.”
“Ah. You’ve been here a bit, huh.”
“Nah. Just peeked at his face and I’m gone.”
“Yeah. You said you’ve been busy.”
“Yep. And you’re swamped with debut prep, right?”
“Uh..... Y-yeah. This and that...”
“Good. Keep at it.”
“Yeah...”
I brushed past Jeong Seong-a and stepped out of the hospital room.
Hustled out of the ward and slid into my sports car in the parking lot.
-VRROOOM-
My sports car, belching a guttural roar from its exhaust.
A gift from Master, naturally.
“Gotta have a sweet ride to lure women easy,” he’d said, handing it over without a second thought.
-VRRRRMMMM-
Cold wind blasting my face.
Scenery whipping past.
As always, heading back to Master’s grand mansion.
Lunchtime pit stop to check on Jeong Hyun-jae, then back for afternoon duties—part of my daily grind.
-VRUM. Beep.
I parked the sports car in the mansion’s garage.
It was crammed with high-end rides—a few would soon be mine.
After all, I’d sworn to become Master’s prized disciple.
-Step. Step. Step.
Path to Master’s second-floor office.
Each stair step upward cleansed my mind.
Climbing these always blurred past and present—old memories flickering up.
My wide-eyed self on that first mansion visit danced in my head.
-Step. Step. Step.
Top of the stairs.
The sofa where Master had lounged came into view.
That very sofa—where I’d first laid eyes on him, with naked Lee Ha-young, anal hair and all, slurping away at fellatio service.
The shock still burned fresh.
Her trashy rear view, crystal clear even now.
-Step. Step. Step.
But that was ancient history.
I strode past, straight to Master’s office.
At the door, I reported in.
“Seong-min reporting. Returned.”
“Enter.”
“Yes, sir.”
-Creak.
The office, impeccably tidy as ever.
I stepped in and bowed deeply to Master.
He waved me off casually in acknowledgment.
“So. How’s the condition?”
“Prime.”
“Kukuku. Perfect. Time to finally test your new toy.”
My cock, sealed away for three weeks.
Now it had morphed into a monstrous beast like Master’s.
Modern medicine had stretched and bulked it up, rebirthing it as a savage monster in his image.
“Yes, sir. Eager to put it through its paces.”
To account for post-op recovery, I’d abstained completely—no erections except for pissing, steering clear of porn entirely.
But the doctor-mandated three weeks were up. Time to unleash the beast.
“Excellent. We can kick off the real work now. Progress report?”
Progress.
Meaning the corruption status on my current targets.
“Park Ha-rin and Choi Ye-dam are ripe—can drop ’em today.”
Park Ha-rin and Choi Ye-dam.
27 and 21, both your average girls with boyfriends.
Training dummies for me now—torn between their guys and yours truly.
“The married group’s lagging, though. Steering Kim Hee-young toward divorce. Choi Hee-ae’s still trust-building, so treading light.”
Kim Hee-young and Choi Hee-ae.
Both hitched housewives.
Sacrificial lambs for my practice. Choi Hee-ae’s got that delicious prey vibe—saving her for full slave conversion later.
Itching to smash that haughty attitude ASAP.
“Hm. Solid. Way better than your first go.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Of course—first time, I botched all six targets.
But Master’s coaching refined my game, and smashing my flimsy morals made it a breeze.
Now I could chat up any woman smooth, steer the convo like a pro.
“Then tonight, seal Park Ha-rin. Test the goods while you’re at it.”
“Ah. Thing is, saving it for elsewhere tonight.”
“Elsewhere? Choi Ye-dam?”
“Nah. Promised my slave. First ride’s hers.”
“Ahh—. Smart play. Kukuku. Nice before-and-after with her.”
“Yes. Plus, she’s my inaugural slave bitch.”
“Kukuku. Yeah. Always extra attached to the first one.”
We’d swapped plenty of stories in the meantime.
Master’s debut slave? His best friend’s wife.
“Dismissed. Keep up the body training.”
“Yes, sir.”
Night fell.
Before that, I hit weights, scarfed the prescribed grub, crammed Master’s technique manuals.
His “techniques”? Spotting anyone’s desires on sight, twisting ’em to bend reality your way—a full playbook.
“Fuuu....”
Afternoon grind wrapped.
Killed the desk lamp, straightened up, bailed from the study.
Headed to my remodeled annex, flung open the master bedroom door.
-Bang.
The scene hit me—I couldn’t help but smirk.
There in the doorway, naked Lee Hui-yeon in full dogeza, greeting her master.
Room steaming with her slut heat.
Damn, she must be starving.
“Ma, Master....♥ Welcome homeee...♥”
My first slave, utterly ensnared—Lee Hui-yeon.
Ex-besties, reborn master and bitch.
Fruit of my obsession to claim her. My property.
-Rustle.
Tossed my shirt.
Unbuckled, dropped trou.
Closed in on my slave.
“Haa—. Haa—. Haa—.”
Her breaths ragged now.
Ass quivering, pussy drooling steady streams.
Planted my foot on her head.
-Grind....
“Eek! Heeeek..!♥”
My slave quaking in delight underfoot.
Worked her skull a good while, then dragged my sole to her face.
She got the cue—tongue diving greedily between my toes.
“Mmm... Slurrrp.... Mmm.... Master...♥”
Three weeks of pent-up lust.
Boiling over like magma.
Long-dormant volcano erupting—my cock surged skyward.
-Step. Step. Step.
Shoved off the toe-sucking bitch, stalked to the chair behind her.
Plopped down, eyed her, commanded.
“You don’t just wanna lick feet. Crawl over here and do what you’re dying for.”
Her pupils dilated freakishly.
Lips curling wicked.
Max-blown eyes drooling rivers, she crawled on all fours.
Parked right in front of me, gaze locked on my crotch.
Haa— Haa— scorching huffs.
Hot breath clung to my shaft, beading into sticky trails.
-Shlick.
Unveiling hour.
Slave tugged down my panties.
Tense swallow—gulp—then yelped as my cock sprang free like a jack-in-the-box.
“.....♥”
Shock faded quick. She stared, dazed.
Girth, length, shape.
Flawless perfection. Ecstasy bloomed across her face.
“Ma, Master....♥”
Gasping my title in awe.
My cock mirrored in her pupils.
Hot breath washing over it.
Finally, restraint snapped—she engulfed it.
“Ha—mmph!”
Hot, pillowy mouth bliss.
Long-lost mouth-pussy taste—electricity crackled through me.
Her cheeks hollowed fast, inner flesh sucking tight to my shaft.
Lips pursed vacuum-seal. Intense pressure throbbed.
Eyes rolled fully back, she bobbed furiously.
“Slurp! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!”
Blowjob ferocious enough to yank it off.
Three weeks famished—my slave was feral.
And me? Cock-starved for her flesh.
“BJ’s fine. Bedtime.”
Halted the suck-off.
Blasting down her throat tempting, but tonight? Total body ravage.
Choke her throat, smack that ass, hawk loogies, stomp her, yank hair, ass-smother her face, churn her guts.
“Fe, fellatio no good...?”
She misread it, teary-eyed pout up at me.
Grinned dark, soothed her: just dying to wreck you sooner.
She beamed.
“Then I’ll clean it uppp...♥”
Pursed lips scraped every pre-cum smear off my dick.
Sucked the urethral bead clean, chugged water, gulped it all down.
Standard drill post-cock or ass-lick: mouth rinse.
“Lie down.”
Cock strained to bursting.
Surgery nailed it—harder than ever.
Slave sprawled on sheets, eyes gleaming hungry.
Closed in, eyed her parted lips.
Hot breath leaking through.
I sealed ’em shut.
“Mmph!”