I Really Didn't Want to Obey His Orders, But I Had No Choice
Scratch, scratch, scratch...
The quiet self-study room at Mabong Self-Study Re-taker Academy was filled with the sounds of pens and pencils scraping across paper. Since it was a self-study-focused re-taker academy, the rooms were laid out like reading rooms, and these kids—already burned by one failed college entrance exam—were diving into their studies on their own now that the SAT was closing in, way past the start of re-taker life in August. No supervision needed.
A. Except for one guy.
Hoo... hoo... F-fun...!
Cheol-gyu Lee was totally lost in the thrill of his brand-new 'toy'. Like remote-controlling a game character or manipulating a doll's limbs, he could puppeteer his cousin sister from afar with nothing but KakaoTalk.
Cheol-gyu's fingers flew across the screen, firing off his coercive commands, and...
What did toys, game characters, and Yeon-woo Lee have in common right now? They were all his to play with however he wanted.
Just like a kid reveling in omnipotence with a toy that obeyed his every whim, or a slightly older one joystick-mashing a game character into submission, Cheol-gyu got a massive mental high from watching a woman dance to his tune. I can control someone else. I can force my will on them. That was the essence of power. It was the same twisted principle that made dictators cream harder over dominance than sex itself—and yeah, Cheol-gyu's pathetic sex-slave games weren't all that different at the core.
The reply lagged for a moment, and he felt a flicker of worry that his grip might be slipping. But...
After a hesitant pause, his cousin sister finally surrendered.
A. Fuckin' hell, this is goddamn epic kekeke
Even he knew it looked sleazy as hell—same as the high school thugs who'd toyed with him back in the day—but it was too damn fun to feel any real guilt. Him, a total loner virgin with zero game, playing with the body and mind of a top 0.01% bombshell like his cousin sister? Tell her to strip in the bathroom, she strips. Jerk off, she jerks off.
A...! This is sex! Not some chicken and cold beer—this is the real deal!
Ding-!
A FaceTalk call popped up on KakaoTalk. He mashed the link in a panic.
Yeon-woo's video feed. The bathroom mirror from that earlier pic. Her reflection holding the phone. Those skin-tight white leggings. A bralette barely containing her cow-sized tits. Cheeks flushed crimson with shame.
"...Y-you really want me to do this?"
She stammered something, glancing around nervously as she slowly tugged her leggings down to her knees...
"Ooh..."
Cheol-gyu slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his gasp. The situation was hot enough, but that wasp waist and wide hips peeking over the half-lowered leggings? Visual dynamite. His breathing went ragged with arousal...
"Hoo... hoo..."
"Hey. What're you doing?"
"Huh?!"
A hand tapped his shoulder. Cheol-gyu jumped like he'd been electrocuted. Fuck! Heart dropping, he slapped his palm over the phone screen.
"Wh-what...?"
"You're muttering to yourself nonstop. Keep it down."
While Cheol-gyu had been glued to his tiny screen, Jin-woo Lee had noticed the weird breathing and poked him. Jin-woo glanced around, signaling him to chill.
A... phew... he didn't notice.
Good. Jin-woo had no clue his own big sister was his cousin's sex slave, forced to masturbate unwillingly in the bathroom.
"H-heh... n-nothing."
"...Weird."
"Stomach hurts... g-gonna hit the john."
"Whatever."
Whew. Cheol-gyu kept the screen covered from Jin-woo's view, clutched his gut like he had the shits, and bolted for the bathroom.
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"Fuck. Hey, almost got caught by Jin-woo."
Cheol-gyu locked himself in a stall, cranked the volume, and resumed the call. Couldn't bark orders aloud in the study room—frustrating as hell. But this worked out better.
"What...? C-caught by Jin-woo?"
"Almost. Don't sweat it. He didn't."
"..."
From her vibe, Jin-woo was Yeon-woo's weak spot. She hated him knowing she was an OP whore... or that Cheol-gyu had fucked her. More than being his sex slave and obeying this bullshit.
"Anyway. Get to it for real. Hurry up. Ram those fingers in that slut pussy, you whore."
That's why he could straight-up insult and order his cousin sister around without mercy. Her face soured, but she wouldn't rebel—he was sure of it.
"..."
"What? Pissed? Still wanna fight it?"
"...Just do it, then."
"Yeah. Obey like a good girl. Keeps the worst from happening."
"..."
She glared through the screen... but what could she do? Yeon-woo glanced around anxiously, bit her plump lower lip, lowered her doe eyes...
"Hngh..."
In the pilates gym's public bathroom, leggings yanked to her knees, she plunged her fingers into her exposed crotch and squish-squished away, just like he ordered, lewd wet sounds echoing.
"Hah, fuck, insane... already soaking?"
"N-no."
"Bullshit... zoom in closer."
"..."
"Spread the pussy and shove the camera in."
Whimsical tyrant bullshit. Yeon-woo swallowed her surging humiliation and pressed the lens to her precious secret spot as ordered.
"Keep masturbating. Faster."
"...Okay."
"And why the casual talk? Forgot to call me Master during training? Your whore brain too full of cock to learn?"
"Ah... no, Master..."
"Don't be a retard. Finger that pussy like I said!"
Grind. Yeon-woo heard her own jaw creak like her teeth might shatter, but she shoved her fingers inside and started stroking as commanded.
Slide. Squish...
Her long, slender finger pistoned in and out, parting her pussy lips... and soon, drip-drip from the gape. Her arousal had pooled inside, now dripping onto the phone's back.
"Fucking hell. Already squirting? Pussy juice everywhere?"
"...Ngh."
"What a slut. Damn."
"...Y-you told me to... n-no, Master did..."
"Did I say squirt? That's your body liking it, you filthy cumrag kekeke."
"..."
Yeon-woo looked ready to argue on-screen but couldn't find the words—just kept fingering.
"More fingers. Two—no, three."
"...T-too many..."
"You can take it, right?"
And Cheol-gyu micromanaged everything—from finger count in her cousin's pussy,
"Good. Fuck, you're such a horny bitch. Moan louder."
"P-people'll hear..."
"I said louder."
"...Hngh... ngh... nngh!"
to moan volume,
"Agh, teasing... fuck... so hot. Say something dirty."
"...L-like what?"
"You're a whore, right? Bet you sweet-talk clients like that."
"..."
"Now."
"...23-year-old Yeon-woo... begging Master to watch her slutty pig-masturbation..."
to filthy lines,
"Faster. Yeah... squirt that juice everywhere, you cumrag bitch. Rub your clit too...!"
"Hngh... ugh! Ngh!"
to rubbing speed.
He commanded her shameful act from start to finish.
And at the end...
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"Haa... ahn... ah..."
I hate to admit it, but... just like that bastard Cheol-gyu said, I was getting turned on in some fucked-up way.
Obeying his orders, treated like a toy... especially forced to masturbate in a public bathroom where anyone could walk in anytime.
It was disgusting, humiliating, something I hated with every fiber.
At first, I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would crack just to follow