The Milking Cow's Submission
She kept bowing her head to the floor, knees buckling under the weight of Han Seong-il's lavish praise for his brilliant detective work in the magical city. The sight of her utter submission sent a kingly thrill surging through him, and he continued showering her with compliments without pause.
Their ridiculous little game dragged on for quite some time. When it finally ended, Seong-il promised to train with her again in two days, took a quick shower, and left the training grounds behind.
'Ah... I'm losing my mind.'
The memory of disciplining Illina while savoring her lewd, half-naked, and incredibly sexy body still burned in his mind. The rush of dominance he'd felt from a woman who obeyed him without question—that intoxicating sense of becoming a king—had ignited an explosion of lust that threatened to drive him insane.
'Should I head back to the office and fuck Sia senseless...?'
The image of Luphtesia's ripe, voluptuous body floated before his eyes. He considered returning to the office, inviting her into his room, and losing himself in her flesh. But he quickly shook his head.
'No... Sia's beautiful and her technique is top-tier, but she's not the obedient type. Right now, I want to satisfy this conquest lust that Illina awakened in me... In that case, there's only one answer...!'
With his decision made, Seong-il quickly made his way to Yuna's workshop.
BOOM! BOOM!!
BOOM! BOOM!!
The violent pounding on her workshop door startled Yuna, and she cautiously approached the entrance.
"Wh-who is it?"
Having been threatened with gang rape not long ago, fear gripped her as she spoke through the door.
"It's me! Seong-il!"
"Huh...?"
Confused by her friend's unexpected late-night visit, Yuna opened the door with a bewildered expression.
"...What brings you here in the middle of the night?"
"What else? Do I have any other reason to come see you?"
Without waiting for a reply, Seong-il roughly pulled her into his arms and carried her straight to the bed.
"W-wait!!!"
Ignoring her resistance, he tossed her onto the mattress.
"N-no...!"
"Yes!! We still have one more time left!"
With that, he tore off his clothes and yanked her tank top up roughly. He pulled it all the way to her neck, then latched onto her nipple with savage hunger, tasting her full breasts with his tongue.
"Slurp...! Slurp...! Chup!"
"Hngh...! Hah...!"
Yuna was completely overwhelmed by the beastly way he devoured her breasts and nipples. Desperate to calm him down, she tried to speak.
"I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want...! But please let me shower first...!"
"I already showered. It's fine."
"B-but I haven't...!"
"Who cares if you're a little dirty? I'm sucking on my own property's tits. I can handle that much."
"I-I'm not your property...!"
Her defiant words only excited him more. Without a word, Seong-il stripped off her top, yanked down her pajama pants and panties, and roughly spread her legs.
"N-no... It's dirty because I haven't washed...!"
Ignoring her protests, he buried his face between her thighs and began sucking greedily.
"Slurp...! Chup... Slurp... Hrrup...!"
Every time his mouth worked her, Yuna's moans filled the room.
"Ahng...! Hah...! Ngh...!"
Hearing her sounds, Seong-il smirked inwardly. He gathered his inner energy and thought,
'Today, I'm definitely going to make you admit with your own mouth that you're mine, Yuna.'
Through several previous training sessions, he'd already worn down her resistance. Now, for the climax of the foundation he'd laid, he unleashed his sexual energy to rapidly arouse her.
"Ang...! Aang... Aang...!!"
The scorching energy spreading through her body combined with his tongue relentlessly licking and nibbling her clit left Yuna unable to think straight. Enjoying her reactions, Seong-il flipped her over, pressed his cock against her face, and commanded,
"Suck it."
"...!"
Yuna froze at his order. Seong-il's voice grew harsher.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Suck it."
"Y-yes..."
Blushing furiously at his firm command, she silently buried her face between his legs.
"Slurp... Chup... Slurp... Chup... Lick..."
Yuna used every technique she'd learned from their previous transactions. Though they'd only done it a few times, Seong-il's supernatural stamina had forced her to service him for nearly an hour each session. Thanks to their shared senses, she'd naturally learned exactly what he liked. As a result, her fellatio skills had become exceptionally refined.
"Hoo... You're getting pretty good at using that mouth-pussy."
"I hate it when you say things like that...!"
Frowning at his crude words, she pulled her face away from his cock to protest.
SMACK!!
"Ahk...!"
The moment he heard her rebellious tone, Seong-il mercilessly slapped her firm ass.
"It hurts...!"
"Shut up and suck. Keep talking back and I'll hit you more. You know I like it rough when we're doing this, right?"
"...!"
Having gone nearly a week without sucking his cock, she'd momentarily forgotten his sexual preferences. The memory of how he turned viciously rough during sex—completely different from his usual gentlemanly demeanor—surfaced, and Yuna quietly nodded before burying her face between his legs again.
"That's it. Good girl. Isn't it so much better when you obey nicely?"
His words were humiliating, but the memory of him calling it a 'game' made something stir inside her. A strange excitement began to build, and she felt her pussy growing hot.
"Slurp... Chup... Haaah..."
The room was dimly lit by a few candles, so he couldn't see perfectly, but Seong-il secretly glanced at her pussy while she sucked him off. It was absolutely drenched.
'Hmm... She's pretty worked up.'
It was clearly the effect of their shared arousal. Looking at her, Seong-il thought,
'She's been trained enough. Time to remind her that I'm her owner.'
With that, he grabbed her head and began thrusting his hips roughly.
"Ugh...? Hrrk?!"
Yuna panicked as he held her head and brutally fucked her throat. When she grabbed his legs to resist, a cold voice pierced her ear.
"Take your hands off. I won't say it twice."
It was a calm command without any overt threat. Yet the moment she heard it, her resistance melted away like snow, and the strength left her hands.
'Why... why is this happening...?!'
The rougher Seong-il treated her, the hotter and wetter her pussy became instead of feeling pain. Confused by the contradictory sensation, she obediently endured the discomfort and desperately swallowed his cock.
"Grrk... Hrrk... Gulp..."
"Pulling out for the first shot...!"
Seong-il began to cum. He'd almost instinctively shoved it down her throat out of habit, but he held back and released into her mouth instead.
"I'm cumming...! Tighten your lips! And don't spill a single drop. Understand?!"
"Ugh... Hrrk..."
At his command, Yuna desperately pursed her lips and bobbed her head to help him finish.
"Hoo..."
Enjoying her mouth work, Seong-il came hard and satisfyingly.
"Ugh...!"
Yuna shook her head at the bitter taste of semen flooding her mouth. Seong-il looked down at her coldly.
"Not a single drop. If you spill any, you'll regret it."
"...Ugh."
Strangely, she didn't resist his orders. While she was always defiant when talking to him, her body somehow obeyed his commands with perfect submission.
'As expected, she can't hide her true nature.'
Thanks to his game knowledge, Seong-il had already analyzed her masochistic tendencies in detail. He wasn't surprised by her contradictory behavior at all. He simply continued training her naturally.
"You didn't spill any, right?"
She nodded repeatedly.
"Open your mouth."
At his humiliating demand, Yuna's face turned bright red, but she obediently opened her mouth. Inside was a thick pool of his white semen.
Seeing her quietly holding his load as ordered, Seong-il nodded in satisfaction and gave another command.
"Use your tongue to spread the cum around every corner of your mouth like you're brushing your teeth."
"!?"
At his unreasonable request, she closed her mouth and stiffened. The moment she hesitated, Seong-il's hand came down hard on her ass.
SMACK!!
"Ugh...!"
She let out a pained moan at the sudden strike, but somehow managed to keep her mouth closed around his semen while obeying.
"Do it. When Master speaks, a good milking cow should listen, right? If you don't..."
He raised his hand high and twisted his wrist threateningly. Yuna trembled violently, then began moving her mouth.
"Mmm..."
She pursed her lips and used her tongue to coat every inch of her mouth with his cum. Watching her, Seong-il smiled with satisfaction and kneaded her breasts while praising her.
"Good. Isn't it nice when you listen so well? Now open your mouth again."
"Mmm..."
With a deeply ashamed expression, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. It wasn't wide enough to see clearly, but Seong-il could tell his semen and her saliva were thoroughly mixed and spread throughout her mouth.
Her obedient behavior should have been satisfying enough, but Seong-il kept a stern face. He pinched her nose hard and said,
"Open your mouth properly."
"Khh...!"
Her nose suddenly blocked, Yuna had no choice but to open her mouth wide to breathe, despite the humiliation.
"Hngh... Good girl."
Seong-il looked at the cum filling her mouth and stroked her head approvingly.
'Huh...? Why does this feel...?'
A strange pleasure welled up from deep inside Yuna's chest. It was so obvious on her face that Seong-il could read her emotions easily.
'It's done. Her true masochistic nature is finally starting to emerge.'
Seeing her reaction, Seong-il instinctively realized that if he continued training her hard under the guise of 'play,' she would eventually become his obedient cumslut.
"Now swallow."
He held her cheeks with both hands, poured more inner energy into her to cloud her mind with pleasure, and commanded again.
"Haa... Gulp... Gulp..."
With glazed eyes, Yuna silently swallowed his semen. After finishing, she opened her mouth wordlessly to show him that not a single drop remained.
"Good. Well done."
At his praise, her body trembled with ecstatic delight. Seeing her like that, Seong-il's arousal reached its peak. He roughly pushed her back onto the bed.
"Haa... Haa..."
Yuna lay there panting, her mind blank. Looking down at her, Seong-il said,
"Hoo... Let's make this clear today. Are you mine? Or are you not?"
"O-of course I'm not anyone's property..."
SMACK!!
"Ahk...!"
His palm came down hard, cutting off her words.
'Heh... This is the feeling...!'
Having awakened his sadistic side by disciplining Illina earlier, Seong-il was in ecstasy. While Illina's firm, muscular body had felt tight and springy, Yuna's abundant soft flesh deliciously cushioned his hand with every strike.
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!
Drunk on that addictive sensation, he rained merciless blows on her ass.
"Ahng...! Ack...! Aah... Ah...!"
Despite her pained moans, her pussy grew wetter with every slap, soaking the sheets. Seong-il mocked her.
"Did you know? You squirt every time I hit you."
"!!"
Startled, Yuna instinctively looked down between her legs at the sheets. A huge wet stain greeted her eyes. Seong-il smirked and slapped her ass again.
SMACK!!
"Kyaaah...!"
"You saw it with your own eyes just now, didn't you? Enjoying this kind of sadistic treatment is your true nature."
"N-no... I-I'm not..."
SMACK!!
"Kyahk...!!"
With every merciless slap, she writhed in pain while her pussy sprayed juices everywhere.
"Then why do you keep squirting when I hit you...?"
"......"
"Just admit it. You need an owner. Someone who will dominate and crush you like this."
"...."
Seong-il leaned down and whispered into her ear like a devil.
"Think about it. I won't restrain you or burden you with any responsibility. I'll just come by occasionally and play with you roughly in secret."
"..."
"Be honest—you like it too, don't you? If you really hated it, you would've fought me with everything you had. Right?"
"..."
"There's no one around. If you just stop lying to yourself, you can secretly enjoy this fun with me as much as you want. And who else but me would accept your perverted side like this?"
Yuna remained silent, head bowed at his words. Seong-il gently bit her earlobe and continued.
"This was always going to happen. If I hadn't wanted you, you would've been dragged off by Whitten and raised like a milking cow. You'd have ended up as nothing more than a public toilet. Don't you think?"
"Th-that's..."
"The funniest part is that you probably wouldn't have resisted it much."
"..."
"Just admit it. Then I'll secretly accept your sexual preferences from now on without anyone knowing. How about it...?"
"Gulp..."
Her face flushed crimson as she stared at him blankly. Sensing victory in their battle, Seong-il raised his hand again.
SMACK!!
"Kyaaah...!"
"It's not 'Kyaaah.' You should say 'Thank you.' Why? Because from now on, you're my cumslut. Got it?"