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Sina Lee had chosen to abandon her family and return to Mr. Choi. Now, nothing remained for her but endless depravity. Her mind, already eroded by pleasure, would be further reshaped until she fully transformed into a sow toilet girl obsessed solely with carnal lust.
"Hng...♥ Hngh...♥"
Sina Lee was undergoing the first stage: body modification. To make her keenly aware of her betrayal, symbols of treachery and corruption were being etched across her flesh. And the inaugural piece was the wedding ring piercing on her clitoris.
It was the ultimate depraved idea—connecting a piercing through her clit to her wedding ring, so every time she squirted, she'd defile the band.
"Hnnng...♥ Haah...♥"
Staring at her lewd reflection in the mirror, Sina Lee let out moans of ecstasy at the sight of the wedding ring piercing embedded in her pussy. She gazed with satisfaction at the lewd vulva tattoo on her womb area and the obscene design inked on her left shoulder.
Now, she was reborn as Master's sow, pure and complete.
"Master...♥"
Why hadn't she come to this mansion sooner? She shouldn't have wasted time caring for that pathetic Hyeonjae Jeong out of pointless guilt. Her true love was Master alone—Hyeonjae had been nothing more than a stepping stone to him. All she regretted was discovering Master so late in life.
Or perhaps she should be grateful to have found him at all.
Slowly, feeling profound gratitude for becoming Master's possession, Sina Lee slipped the murky purple ring he'd bestowed upon her onto her left ring finger. She donned the precious necklace he'd granted her and the slave training uniform required in this mansion.
"Hehehe...♥"
Sina Lee smiled in satisfaction at the uniform Master had designed. True to his genius, it pushed obscenity to its limits. Like a superhero costume from a movie, the uniform clung to her body with fierce adhesion, outlining her well-maintained figure in perfect detail. The line dipping into her ass crack, the swell of her hips, the slit of her pussy between her thighs—all were exposed brazenly. The abdomen, tattooed with the vulva over her womb, had a heart-shaped cutout to tantalize the imagination. And at the sharpest point of that heart opening was a zipper that, when pulled down, would instantly expose her pussy.
In short, it was designed for effortless cock insertion anytime, anywhere.
Click.
But this was merely the basic setup. Sina Lee picked up the red leather collar for her neck and cinched it tight enough to choke her. The sensation of her throat constricting felt like Master's hand squeezing it, sparking a twisted thrill.
"Heh heh heh...♥"
Next, she grabbed the hood for her head. Made of thin black leather, it covered everything except her eyes and mouth—like Batman's mask, minus the pointed ears.
Smoothly.
And finally, the mask. Sina Lee donned the eerie one with a white base and curved lines for eyes and mouth mimicking a grin. Master had told her it symbolized "a woman who betrayed her family, smirking with lewd, vile deceit."
Recalling that, she stared at the mask's smile in the mirror. Drip—
Her pussy juices flowed.
"Hoo—ook... Hoo—ook..."
Excited, Sina Lee exhaled hot breaths. The feverish pants of ecstasy collided inside the mask, heating her face. Each sow-like huff trapped the warmth, building it up without release. Trapped in her own lewd heat, she quickly slipped into a dazed haze.
"Hoo—ook... Hoo—ook..."
Continuing her obscene panting, Sina Lee stepped out of the room. Immediately, she spotted her "young Master" not far away. Without hesitation, she dropped into the doe pose and greeted him.
"Sow Slave No. 3♥ greets the heir to Master...♥"
I was on my way to finish off Park Harin. The sow Sina Lee spotted me and immediately dropped into doe pose for her greeting. I'd worn my mask just in case, and running into her right then made me glad I had.
I stared openly at the slave training uniform she wore.
"....."
The sow Sina Lee's uniform. It completely erased any trace of the person called Sina Lee. By stripping away her freedom to choose clothes—her individuality—it killed off any sense of personal beauty she might express.
Especially the adhesive design highlighting her breast curves and ass crack: it obliterated "Sina Lee" as an individual, reducing her to a body on display for lewd effect.
And the mask too...
The mask covered the face, the ultimate expression of personality. That grotesque grinning one was the most effective way to drill in that she was just one sow among many.
"Hoo—ook... Hoo—ook..."
And Sina Lee was getting off on it. The faithful wife and housewife reduced to one of Master's sows—and dressed to symbolize it—filled her with intense excitement.
"Excellent sow."
Not as Sungmin Jeong, but as Master's sole disciple, I voiced my assessment. Sina Lee shuddered in ecstatic joy at being acknowledged by me.
"Hoo—ook... Hoo—ook... I-I'll fall even further, even deeper...♥ From now on, I'll completely abandon family and live only for Master and his heir...♥ Debase this vulgar sow more...♥"
The stage of reveling in her own corruption. The path of descending into a base slut living solely for Master. Sina Lee had finally sunk to Hayoung Lee's level. Once she completed the full training period in that uniform, she'd drop even lower—a more devoted slave bitch than Hayoung.
She'd probably stab her family in the back without hesitation if ordered.
"Vile, base bitch. Lewd sow slut."
I spat my honest feelings. To Sina Lee, though, it was praise. The sow slut's body quivered.
"Hoo—ook... Hoo—ook... Th-thank you...♥"
Her muffled pants from inside the mask. Even from a distance, I could feel the heat radiating. Up close, her armpits glistened with sweat. No doubt her ass crack and pussy were slick with sweat and juices, darkening the fabric.
"Filthy sow bitch who tossed aside her family. Finish your business, then I'll give you special training."
"Th-thank you...♥ Please discipline this base sow bitch's pussy with Heir's majestic cock...♥"
"..... I'm going."
I turned and left the main building. I didn't want to see the woman who'd once been my mother sink any further. I bit my lower lip until it nearly bled, clenching my fists tight.
"Fuck."
This sucks. Seongah would hit that level soon too. With Master's skills, it'd take three months—no, two at most. Could I endure watching Sina Lee and Seongah side by side as sows in my fragile mental state?
No. I needed to go madder here. Madder than Hayoung Lee or Sina Lee, whose minds had shattered. That was the only way to survive.
"...Hoo."
So I killed off Sungmin Jeong's emotions. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I purged the lingering sentiment. I cooled my head with chilly breaths.
"....."
A few deep breaths later, I calmed my pounding heart and fevered mind. No—truth be told, I was aroused by Sina Lee, the sow toilet girl.
Why? No matter how far she fell, I could always reclaim her. Remold her into my sow.
Focus on the goal.
Yeah. No need to be swayed by a trash toilet like her. I'd walk my own path. Women exist to be dominated by strong men—so I just needed to become that unbreakable male. Grow into a man with Master's power, wisdom, cunning, and transcendence.
Then someday, even the sow Sina Lee would bow at my feet.
"Park Harin."
Goal set, resolve firm. I hopped into my sleek sports car and sped into the city. I picked up Park Harin, who would become my slave, and cruised the streets, feeding her vanity just enough.
She's almost hooked.
Her cheeks flushed as she gazed at me. I pretended not to notice, gripping the wheel. I floored it to a high-end bar, drinking until we had a pleasant buzz. All the while, I fed her the words she craved: compliments on her looks, fake empathy for her trivial pains, nods to her boyfriend-bashing.
Her eyes burned with desire for me. Game over.
"You've had a lot. I'll take you home."
Right on cue with the buzz. I stood, glancing at my watch, ignoring her reluctant stare.
"..... Okay."
Park Harin rose reluctantly. I said I was hitting the bathroom, then checked my reflection.
"..... Hm."
Mirror me: a flawless, magnetic man. Toned, clean, handsome. The perfect blend of Hyeonjae Jeong's lanky build and Sina Lee's beauty, refined.
Whoosh.
Washing my hands, I pondered my looks. My edge over Master? Youth and better looks. I had to weaponize that.
Business done, I stepped out. Park Harin's flushed face stared hungrily. Her eyes screamed she wanted me to fuck her. She desired me enough to betray her boyfriend.
"Let's go."
"Mmm..."
Pretending to be tipsy, she clung to me. I led her out and called my driver—to show off my wealth since I'd been drinking, and because a chauffeur implied real power.
"I'll serve you."
My so-called driver was really just a handyman from Master, but tonight he played chauffeur.
"Drive."
I shoved Park Harin into the sedan's back seat and slid in after. I texted my slave bitch Heeyeon Lee for an update.
Vibrate~
The slave bitch replied instantly with attachments: two photos. One showed Park Harin's boyfriend cumming while eating Heeyeon Lee's ass. The other: the pathetic guy blindfolded, his cock locked in a chastity cage.
Too damn easy.
Boring. A couple betraying each other this quick? Fine for a warmup.
"Mmm..."
Pretending blackout drunk, Park Harin nuzzled my shoulder. Pretty face, killer body—but worthless. She should've played harder to get for fun. No need to even show her the pics.
"Hnn—mmph...!"
I crushed my lips to her fake-drunk mouth. She responded fiercely, tongues entwining wildly. In the back seat, we panted hot breaths, devouring each other's mouths.
"Haa... Haa..."
Her half-lidded eyes begged for more. I ordered the driver to my annex, not her place.
"Yes."
No protest from Park Harin about the detour. Nuzzling me like she couldn't think straight—pure entertainment. Desperate to get fucked, pretending otherwise. How had she dated this guy two years? Reports said they were solid, even marriage talks.
I'd targeted her deliberately, tarnishing his image—but not this much. Guess she's just a fucking slut. I'd discipline her pussy later.
"We're here."
"Good work. Head in."
"Yes."
At Master's private garage, Park Harin's eyes widened at the sports cars everywhere. Feeling my gaze, she faked drunkenness again. Explained why gag shows flop.
"Come on."
Matching her shitty acting was exhausting. I took the elevator to the annex, laid her on my bed. Groped her tits, kissed her, hiked her skirt to eat her out—then froze.
Did this bitch skip washing?
"Shower first."
"Okay."
Pretending the booze wore off, she stood. In my private shower, I washed us both—thoroughly cleaning her insides under pretense of fingering. Fucking wash properly, slut. But her face and body were top-tier, so forgivable.
"Haang! Mng! Hnngggg!♥"
Shower done, we fucked immediately. Like Master taught, I handled her rough, mapping every erogenous zone. At climax, I hilted deep, teasing them to inject max pleasure.
"Dump your boyfriend."
"Yes...♥"
What a fucking slut. Automatic door No. 1. I pounded that shameless auto-pussy all night.
A week passed.
"Greetings, Master...♥"
A week later, Park Harin was my slave. Today, we defiled her in front of her ex-boyfriend. I stomped her bowed head and said,
"Let's go, you auto-pussy onahole bitch."
"Yes...♥"