What It Means to Be Tamed
The bedsprings creaked and groaned.
"Hah...! Nngh...! Master...!"
Fevered moans spilled from Shin Nara's lips, too raw to hold back. She was straddling me, tossing her sweat-soaked hair from a face it clung to, driving her hips with a wild, frantic energy. The black leather choker locked around her throat jingled and swayed with every thrust.
"You like this? Getting fucked by the guy you owe money to?"
I asked it with a sneer. Her eyes went heavy-lidded, and she nodded.
"Yes... I love it...! Master... it feels so good... you're filling me up so much...!"
It wasn't a lie.
At first it had seemed like it was all about the money. Five hundred million won in debt and a ten-million-won carrot — she'd looked like she was grit-toothed and enduring it. But as time wore on, her reactions had shifted into something instinctive. This was no act. Pleasure was melting her brain. The way her inner walls clenched around me, twitching as if they refused to let go, was proof enough.
Is this woman actually a masochist? Or is she just that obsessed with money?
It was a new — and thoroughly ugly — side of her I'd never known in my previous life. A cunning woman who'd always tried to steer men, to use them like some femme fatale, finding a strange peace and liberation in being thoroughly broken and forcibly dominated. Or maybe, in the depths of her despair, this situation itself had become the only lifeline she had — and she'd gotten addicted to it like a drug.
I gripped her waist and drove in deeper, hard enough to punch against her womb.
A wet, brutal slap of flesh.
"Ah!!"
Shin Nara threw her head back and screamed — a sharp cry tangled with pain and pleasure. She planted her hands on my chest and pressed her ass down harder, as if begging me to ruin her even more thoroughly.
"Harder... harder...! Break me... please..."
"Hah. You crazy bitch. You're in heat."
I smacked her ass. A hot moan burst out of her, and a vivid red handprint bloomed across her white skin.
"That's it. Just like that. You've got to go at it like your life depends on it. That's how you pay off that mountain of debt and live large as the Gangnam trophy wife you've always wanted, right? That's your dream."
I brought up money on purpose. I wanted to remind her exactly what the source of her pleasure was — that this was the price of her total submission to me, of her desperate craving for my money and my information.
"Yes... that's right...! I have to make money... I have to listen to Master... make lots of money...!"
Even in her dazed state, she reacted to the word money like Pavlov's dog. For her, money was religion, the reason she lived, and her salvation all at once.
I watched the bitch riding me work her hips and let my thoughts drift.
The original plan had been to feed her false information, torture her with hope, and then destroy her completely. Give her hope, then rip it away, and send her plunging into an even deeper abyss. I'd thought that was the cruelest, most certain form of revenge.
But I'd changed my mind.
Do I really need to kill her?
Destroy her and it's over. She'd kill herself, or go to prison, or vanish somewhere. And what would I be left with? A fleeting moment of satisfaction.
But if I kept her alive? If I fed her just enough and raised her like livestock? She would spend the rest of her life wagging her tail as my loyal hunting dog. She'd make me money, satisfy my lust, and serve as my eyes and ears at the university — a useful tool.
She was already in the palm of my hand. Five hundred million in debt, plus the evidence of her corruption that Jisu had secured. The leash was already around her neck. She had nowhere to run.
So wasn't recycling her a better deal than throwing her away?
Yeah. I'll tame her. Completely.
You can't handle a beast with the whip alone. Sometimes you have to give them a carrot. I'd drip a little sweet honey now and then, just enough so she could never leave me. Once I burned it into her bones that she couldn't make money without me, she'd crawl at my feet of her own accord.
"Listen carefully, Shin Nara."
I stopped her hips and roughly grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.
"The information I'm about to give you is solid. If you just listen to me and do as I say, paying off that debt will be nothing. Five hundred million? Easy."
"Really...? I can actually... make money?"
Her eyes glittered with greed. The dazed, pleasure-drunk look from a moment ago now mixed with a hunger for money, throwing off a bizarre, feverish gleam.
"Of course. Who do I look like? Park Dohun, the guy sitting on fourteen billion won."
I smiled arrogantly.
"But don't get greedy. When I tell you to sell, you sell. No questions. If you're even one second late, you get nothing. Understand?"
"Yes! Yes! I'll remember! I'll do exactly as you say! I swear!"
She nodded like a madwoman.
"Good. This time, don't go into Bitcoin. Go into Ethereum Classic. Buy it now, take exactly five percent, and get out. Don't get greedy."
"Five percent...?"
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face. To a gambler chasing a tenfold, twentyfold, life-changing score, five percent wouldn't even register.
"What? You don't like it? Then forget it."
My expression went cold, and she flailed her hands in a panic.
"No! I like it! I'll take five percent and be grateful! Thank you!"
"Good. A little adds up. Listen to me, and next time it might be ten percent, then twenty... I might give you bigger and bigger pieces. Depending on how you perform, of course."
I dangled a bigger lure. A greater reward in exchange for obedience. That would bind her even tighter as my slave.
"So work hard. That's how you pay off the debt and start living like a human being again."
"Yes! I will! I'll do anything!"
She threw her arms around my neck in a rush and kissed me desperately, shoving her tongue deep and stirring my mouth with a rough, hungry urgency — as if she were trying to suck the information right out of me.
"Hnn...! Mmph...!"
She rocked her hips violently on her own, clenching her inner walls tight and grinding her ass in circles against the head. The desperation in it — the willingness to sell her soul if that's what it took to win this man's favor — was palpable.
"Does it feel good, Master? Am I doing well? Am I pretty?"
She asked it panting, like a dog begging for praise, terrified of being abandoned.
"I don't know. You've still got a long way to go. Squeeze tighter."
I answered with deliberate indifference.
"You think this is enough to keep getting premium information? Trying to get something for nothing."
"Ah...! No...! I can do better...! More...!"
She was frantic. She had to satisfy me, no matter what. That was the only way she'd get the next tip, and the one after that. The terror of losing me — her money tap — combined with the hope that she could rise again through me, was driving her insane.
She suddenly sat up, then buried her face against my chest and started licking my nipple, her breath hot against my skin. Her hands stroked my abs while her hips never stopped moving below. She was using her entire body to serve me. Her long hair tickled my stomach, and her soft breasts mashed against my chest.
"Hah... Master... come inside me... fill me up... I don't even care if I get pregnant..."
Shin Nara's plea. My climax. To her, it was as good as a passing grade.
"So impatient."
I grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and slammed into her from below. The bedsprings howled with the violence of it. Every time her body bounced into the air, her breasts heaved and the ring on her choker rattled.
"Aahh~! It's too deep! It's hitting! Right there! Aaaahh!!"
She screamed, drunk on pleasure. Her eyes rolled back. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth. She was a perfect bitch, stripped of all reason.
"That's it. Feel it. Go crazy for my cock. Go crazy for the money. You're mine now. Your body, your mind, your bank account. All of it belongs to me. Understand?"
I smiled a filthy smile, goading her further into ruin.
"Yes!! I'm Master's! Take it all! Please come! Aaaahh!!"
She howled as she hit her climax, her inner walls convulsing and squeezing. I was at my limit too.
"A reward for a good dog!"
I emptied my burning lust deep into her womb. Shin Nara shrieked and collapsed on top of me, her body twitching and pulsing as she rode out the aftershocks. I could feel the warm, sticky fluid filling her up.
For a long while she clung to me, breathing hard, her ear pressed to my chest as she listened to my heartbeat. A strange satisfaction and relief settled over her face.
"Dohun..."
She called my name softly.
"I told you to call me Master. Already forgot?"
"Ah... I'm sorry. Master."
She corrected herself with a sheepish smile. Any pride she'd once had as a TA had been thrown to the dogs a long time ago.
"Um... what you said earlier... Ethereum Classic... I should buy it now, right?"
Of course. The second the sex was over, she brought up money. That vicious, almost endearing materialism.
"Yeah. Buy it now. And when it hits five percent, don't look back. Dump it at market."
"Yes! Got it!"
She sat up abruptly and grabbed her phone, placing a buy order with practiced fingers. Ten million won. All in.
I lay there watching her from behind. Completely naked except for the choker, holding her phone in both hands, staring at the chart like she was praying. It was ridiculous and pitiful at the same time.
A moment later, she cheered.
"Huh? Huh?! It's going up! It's going up!!"
Just as I'd said, the price had started to twitch.
"Master! It's really going up! It's already two percent! This is insane!"
She bounced on the bed, forgetting that her breasts were bouncing with her.
"Wait. Not yet. Hold."
I said it calmly.
"Three percent... four percent..."
She counted the numbers like a countdown.
"Five percent! That's it! It hit five percent!"
"Sell."
At the command, she hit the sell button without a second of hesitation.
Sell order executed.
In just a few minutes, she'd made five hundred thousand won. It wasn't a huge sum, but to her it was a miracle. For a woman drowning in losses, watching those numbers tick into the green was a more intense high than any drug.
"Wow... this is actually insane... Master, you're the best... you're like a god..."
Shin Nara ran over and threw herself into my arms. Her eyes were full of reverence and madness. This was no longer a simple relationship between a creditor and a debtor. To her, I was now an absolute god who made her money.
"See? Listen to me and you make money. Easy, right?"
I squeezed her ass and grinned.
"I'll keep feeding you little bits like this, bit by bit. But in exchange..."
I stared straight into her eyes.
"Don't get any other ideas. Focus on me. The better you make me feel, the fatter your bank account gets."
"Yes! I will! I'll serve only you for the rest of my life, Master! I'll be loyal!"
Shin Nara nuzzled her cheek against my hand.
She was perfectly tamed.
Dribbling information to her like this — torturing her with hope — was far more effective than destroying her all at once. From now on, she would live hanging on my every word. To please me, to get bigger tips, she would make herself even more pathetic, even more obscene, all on her own.
"Alright. Time for a bonus round, yeah? You just made five hundred thousand."
I pushed my already-hard cock in front of her face.
"This time, use your mouth. Five hundred thousand won's worth of effort. Don't take it out until I come."
"Yes, Master!"
She lowered her head without a moment's hesitation. Her tongue was far more eager, far more devoted, far more thorough than before.
There was only one thing in her head.
I have to satisfy this man. That's how I make money.
I stroked her hair and smiled.
This was true husbandry. Not killing her, but keeping her alive at my side and sucking her dry down to the marrow.
Shin Nara would be my slave, my toy, forever.
The night in the rooftop room grew deeper, and the room filled with bestial cries and the rank smell of lust.