The Playground
"CEO. Here's today's list of reservations."
"Thank you. Hand it over."
A sturdy man in a suit and mask passed me a clipboard. Today's reservation list included a famous idol, an actress, a mother of young children, a college student, even a high schooler.
"Cancel the minors. And don't bring me anyone underage again."
"Yes. Understood."
"For today… the actress will do."
"Yes. We'll proceed accordingly."
On paper, this place was an abandoned dog shelter. To the clients, it was a training academy. A slave. A bitch. A sow. A cunt. A whore. The name of the academy changed depending on the mouth that spoke it.
"And Trainee No. 3?"
"Still in training, sir."
"It's been quite a while, hasn't it? Tell them to wrap it up. I'm coming by now."
"Yes. Understood."
Every day, I sat down with the trainees one by one for personal interviews.
Thud.
Screeeech—
The heavy iron door swung open, and there she was—a trainee crawling across the floor, drenched head to toe in semen.
Apparently the puppets had turned a deaf ear to my order to clean up. And yet that was precisely why I paid them such an obscene salary. The girl lay sprawled on the ground like a dead frog, her body soaked as if she'd stood under a downpour of cum, convulsing without pause.
"Ah… Jiyeon. Are you all right…?"
First, I announced my presence with a gentle voice.
"M-Manager Seo…."
"It's me. Manager Seo. I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you…."
When the bitch looked up at me with the eyes of a woman meeting her hero, I let my pity show.
"Haaah… M-Manager Seo… it was so scary…."
She crawled toward me with every last ounce of strength she had left.
"Come here."
I gathered the filthy, cum-soaked bitch into my arms, stroking her tangled hair, washing away the fear that had taken root in the deepest part of her heart.
"Hck… hic, hic…."
And so I became a place of rest for the bitterly weeping bitch.
"C-couldn't you b-buy me, Manager Seo…?"
Her position here was that of a commodity.
"I'm sorry…. Y-you know how it is. I'm just an employee like anyone else. There's no way I could afford you with my own means, Jiyeon…."
Utility determined price.
"Ahh…."
Onto her disappointed face, I placed—
"I'll do my best, so… don't you give up either, Jiyeon."
comfort.
"Yes… b-but if I don't give up… there'll be a day I get out of here, right…?"
Onto her pitiful scrap of courage, I offered—
"Of course! Let's be strong together."
encouragement.
"Thank you… how did this even happen… hic… it's all thanks to you, Manager Seo… if it weren't for you, I… I would have bitten off my own tongue…."
And onto her pointless rambling, I gave—
"…I know."
nothing.
When she gazed up at me with trembling eyes, I smiled. When she leaned against me with a look of relief, I patted her head half-heartedly.
"Jiyeon. I have to go now. It'll be over soon. You understand… don't you?"
"Yes…."
Screeeech—
Thud!
"Have Han Jiyeon, Trainee No. 3, graduated."
"Yes. Understood."
"Appraise Han Jiyeon's commission fee at 700 million won. She was never quality merchandise to begin with… so make sure the client knows that up front. Tell them the value for money is poor."
"…Yes, sir."
"And—"
Crack—!
"I told you to clean up."
Crack—!
"Didn't I."
Crack—!
"Was my order not clear?"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"These clothes, the shoes, the watch—throw all of it away."
I stripped off every article of clothing caked in semen.
"Urk… y-yes. I'll c-correct it at once, CEO."
The masked man crumpled to the floor, then scrambled out of the room in a hurry.
"Whew… will you clean me up?"
"Yes, Master."
The bitches began to lick my body clean.
This was my Playground.
At a single word from me, the masked puppets sprang into motion. At a single word from me, the collared bitches came crawling out in a pack.
Together with the bitches, sows, and slaves who had chosen to stay here of their own will, this was my home—where I trained yet another slave.