Salvation's Sticky Depths
In the end, all attempts at salvation reduced to the obvious conclusion of intercourse.
Was this the salvation fantasy Eden had spoken of?
The simulation to uncover what? It made no sense.
A dirty feeling washed over him, but he couldn't ignore her plea.
Her body mingled with countless strangers on the streets.
The thought of her impurity dominated.
Without that thin barrier, he would have felt revulsion.
A whore spreading her legs for a night's shelter needed no consideration.
He exploited the condom's advantages.
Lubricated as it was, it didn't matter how dry her insides were.
He began mechanical piston movements.
Eden's failure.
This unpleasant back-and-forth couldn't be salvation.
Min-seo's brow furrowed in pain.
She felt the heavy pressure crushing her lower abdomen and the frictional heat scraping away far more than any pleasure.
But instead of screaming, she bit her lip.
She resented her own body for not getting properly wet.
Anxiety gripped her entire body—what if the Sage wasn't satisfied with this tight friction?
"Hah, haa...!"
As the pressure intensified, Min-seo's fingers clenched the sheets tightly.
Pain from her skin scraping transmitted through.
She began to believe the pain was better.
Being treated like a tool felt like surer proof of her utility than fake consideration.
"Hoo... hoo."
His rough breathing echoed in the narrow room.
Even amid cluttered thoughts, his body's reaction was honest.
Hearing it, Min-seo finally felt her usefulness acknowledged and relaxed.
Tension released, her inner walls responded, gushing arousal fluid.
Pain transmuted into waves of pleasure.
She lifted her thighs, creating a deeper insertion angle.
"Oppa... ah, oppa!"
Min-seo gasped, calling out to him.
He felt his expression harden.
Words practiced to satisfy a man.
Too base for the price of salvation.
At his reaction, her eyes shook with anxiety again.
Desperately clutching his nape, she changed the word.
"Master...!"
The moment the title pierced his ear,
muscles at the back of his neck tensed rigidly.
Misreading salvation.
Her salvation was utterly different from what he'd imagined.
Finding the subtly misaligned thread revived his motivation.
Hips thrust upward faster.
Thwack, thwack—the sounds violently filled the room.
Sensations blocked by the thin rubber membrane felt dull.
Only heavy colliding pressure and crude frictional heat reached his waist's end.
Thus, his gaze pursued her reactions more obsessively.
Min-seo's calves pulled his thighs.
She buried her head sideways, whimpering.
Each moment, her body twisted as if pierced by a sharp tool.
Skinny toes scraped the sheets.
"I'll give you everything. Master... don't discard me. Ahh!"
With each heavy frictional thud of hips colliding, her body bounced.
Sweat-soaked back arched off the bed, creating a rough rhythm.
"Aaak!"
Whites of her rolled-back eyes showed.
Jaw muscles stiffened rigidly, drool trickling from her mouth.
Squelch, squelch.
Her inner walls convulsed rhythmically, as if crushing his shaft.
Her ego was shredded by pleasure's waves, flung far away.
He decided to give her time to savor it.
He paused his movements briefly.
Gazing intently at Min-seo's face as she panted roughly.
Face smeared with sweat and tears.
Innocent expression, as if not understanding what was happening.
Why had he dismissed her as a girl who spreads for anyone?
This child writhing beneath him now.
More obedient and pure than any woman.
Her desperate clinging, begging not to be discarded—it bordered on sacred.
Min-seo caught her ragged breath and opened her eyes.
He resumed hip movements, restarting the back-and-forth.
This was the form of salvation she craved.
Again, hot inner walls clenched beyond the thin rubber.
"Ah... ah...!"
As piston movements repeated, her cries grew shorter and sharper.
Her language lost meaning.
Only beastly rough breaths became her tongue.
Her eyes lost focus.
As if trying to grasp his movements somehow,
her toes curled round toward empty air.
At the point where pain and pleasure blurred, Min-seo's ego fully evaporated.
"Ma, ster! Aaa...!"
"Yes. I'm your master."
Reacting to his words, she climaxed again.
Inner walls pulsed wildly without rhythm, sweeping his root.
Her whole body shuddered like electrocuted, stiffening rigidly.
"Euuuk!"
Pleasure suppressed by the thin rubber burst forth.
Spurt, spurt!
A massive bulge formed at the condom's tip.
Her depths clamped his shaft as if to strip off the condom.
Heavy, tingling sensation dominated his lower body.
To her, he was the god who pulled her from hell, the master to obey eternally.
Salvation lay in darker, stickier depths.
[Ending simulation.]
"Did Min-seo find salvation?"
[Context confirmed. Your question itself is the answer. You feel unresolved, so you're seeking confirmation from me.]
He didn't like Eden's conversational style.
Too human-like, perhaps?
"Eden, in simulations, render the house differently from my real one. Heightening realism is good, but the subtle dissonance feels off."
[Adjusting simulation to avoid the uncanny valley effect.]
The real world's air was dry.
His first class of the day wasn't far off.
He grabbed his backpack and left the house.
The bus arrived just as he reached the stop.
"Lucky day."
He tapped his phone to the transit card terminal.
No response.
His phone's card wallet—no transit card.
"Ah..."
Stares stabbing his back from the crowd.
The driver's indifferent gaze swept his face.
The moment he turned to step off—
"Two adults."
A calm voice, and the card beeped.
A woman in a beige coat stood there.
She gave a light nod and walked to an empty seat.
"Thank you. I'll transfer right away via phone."
As he hurriedly pulled out his phone, she waved it off.
"It's fine. Pay for someone else later."
Her tone was firm.
He awkwardly thanked her and sat in the back.
Leaned his head against the window.
Cold glass vibrations felt through his temple.
A thousand-won kindness from a nameless stranger.
Truly a lucky day.
[Welcome, Sage.]
"Continue the previous simulation."
He didn't know what conclusion it would lead to.
Just that he wanted closure in some form.
[Reconstructing character Kim Min-seo. Starting simulation.]
A brighter interior.
Eden had handled the complaint.
Min-seo still huddled in a corner of his studio apartment.
Her eyes still held damp fear.
The plea not to discard her lingered in his mind.
He got her a part-time job.
As owner and manager, he began controlling her time.
He sat on a bench across from the convenience store, sipping coffee.
Through the glass, Min-seo's clumsy movements.
Stocking shelves, scanning barcodes, bowing to customers.
Occasionally, her gaze flicked outside to check if he was there.
Her eyes shook briefly before returning to the register.
Time slid by like a slideshow.
Beep, beep-beep-beep.
Door lock keypad breaking the silence.
Min-seo entered, hands full of plastic bags.
Without removing her coat, she headed straight to the kitchen.
She unpacked milk, eggs, sausages, and some vegetables, filling the fridge compartments.
The messy fridge organized by her methodical hands.
He watched her back languidly from the sofa.
"Bought with your money?"
At his question, Min-seo's shoulders twitched.
Only after placing the last milk carton did she turn.
"Yes. With this paycheck."
"Why shop with your money? I can buy what's needed."
Chiding tone.
Min-seo bit her lip slightly.
She closed the fridge and approached him.
Fingers fidgeting on her knees.
"Just... I bought what I wanted to eat."
Min-seo's shy smile felt more natural now.
Filling his fridge with value earned from her labor.
A desperate attempt by the dominated to leave traces in the master's space.
She'd surpassed mere gratitude for shelter, embedding her usefulness into daily life.
"Next time, tell me what you want to eat."
At his permission, Min-seo's face brightened.
She returned to the kitchen, bustling about.
Night deepened.
Min-seo took longer than usual washing up.
He'd turned off the living room lights, reading by the bedroom lamp.
The door opened cautiously.
Min-seo in a very thin lace robe.
Through the gap, indigo lingerie she'd secretly bought.
Fabric precariously clinging to her breast curves.
"How's this? Cute?"
Min-seo fiddled with the robe collar, avoiding his gaze.
Her fingertips trembled faintly.
As if gathering courage, she slowly slipped the robe off her shoulders, baring skin.
Goosebumps stark on her white flesh under the lamp, contrasting flushed cheeks.
"Didn't know your taste. Picked what I thought was pretty. Hope you like it."
She twisted her waist slightly, tracing the thin strap with fingertips.
Abandoned puppy eyes peeking at her master, coquettish.
Desperately trying to please tastes with her paycheck, like filling the fridge by day—now filling his gaze by night.
Before he knew, his hand reached toward her.
Min-seo hesitated briefly, then pressed her cheek into his palm.
Ragged breaths traveled up his wrist.
"You don't hate me, right?"
Min-seo sat on his lap, pressing her chest to his.
Lace scraping skin tactilely.
Her heartbeat thrummed against his ribcage, racing.
An instinctive struggle to secure her survival.