Approaching Danger (3)
Erin frowned as she gazed across the street upon arriving at the coffee shop she owned. Two months ago, a new cafe had opened just a few steps away on the opposite side, and her sales had plummeted by more than half.
They have no basic business ethics. Opening a store right in front of hers instead of even a block away... The sheer audacity made her determined to see the owner's face today, no matter what.
As Erin lingered in front of her shop window, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“It’s been a while... Erin!”
“Who—? Oh my god, Jugyeong! How long has it been!”
Jugyeong slapped Erin across the cheek without mercy.
“Ahh! What the hell are you doing!”
“No matter how much time has passed, you really have the nerve to say ‘how long has it been’? After stealing someone else’s man and trying to pin a murder charge on me!”
“That’s not true, Jugyeong. You’ve misunderstood everything.”
“You’re saying you didn’t know? You completely ruined my life! And you’re telling me you didn’t know?”
“It’s the truth. There wasn’t time to talk properly back then. But that doesn’t mean you should hit someone!”
Jugyeong’s sharp, angular face framed by dark black hair and black horn-rimmed glasses burned with murderous intent.
“If we weren’t on the street right now, I’d beat you to a pulp!”
“Anyway, I’m truly sorry about what happened between me and Jinha... I know I was the one in the wrong...”
“After twenty years, that’s all you have to say? You’re sorry? You fucking bitch!”
“I’m not saying it lightly. I really am sorry... I was so immature back then. I’ll apologize properly later when we have more time.”
Erin, with her wavy brown hair and bright, stylish appearance, clutched her stinging cheek and spoke desperately.
“There’s no need for a proper apology. You’ll be sobbing at my feet soon enough anyway.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t need to know. Get the hell away from in front of my store, you filthy whore!”
“You’re the owner of this cafe?”
“What are you going to do about it, you dirty bitch? I said get lost!”
Jugyeong spat directly onto Erin’s blouse. Passersby began to murmur and linger around the two women. Erin’s face flushed crimson as she hurried back to her own shop like she was fleeing. The one who had hit and spat stood there arrogantly, while the one who had been struck looked like the guilty party.
And it made sense. Erin’s husband, Jinha, had once been engaged to Jugyeong. Erin and Jugyeong had been neighborhood friends. Back then, the three of them—including Jinha, who had been Jugyeong’s boyfriend—often spent time together. Jinha was the only son of a wealthy family, a bear-like man whose large frame was part of his charm. Erin had only admired him from afar and had never tried to steal her friend’s man.
Jinha and Jugyeong faced fierce opposition from their families. One day, Jinha’s father slipped and fell to his death on the stairs of the neighborhood park. Erin had seen it from a distance that day—Jinha’s father walking with some woman. The woman beside him was definitely not Jugyeong. She was a stranger. Probably just an older lady he was chatting with.
“Jinha oppa, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“It looked like Jugyeong was with your father at the park that day. Or maybe not.”
“What? You’re saying Jugyeong was the last one with my father!”
Erin had done something she should never have done. It was undeniably a wicked act. She had tried desperately to erase that memory from her mind. She told herself she had only spoken a few words. In her heart, she made excuses—that she hadn’t known what consequences her careless tongue would bring.
Although they had promised to marry, Jinha’s father had strongly disapproved of Jugyeong. At Erin’s single comment, Jinha’s rage exploded. He beat Jugyeong, claimed she had pushed his father, and even reported her to the police. The result was, of course, that she was cleared of all charges. But Jugyeong and Jinha had crossed a river from which there was no return. And Erin had slipped into the gap between them.
Jugyeong had even been pregnant with Jinha’s child. The misunderstanding between Jinha and Jugyeong was resolved in a very short time.
“Jugyeong, I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry! I must have lost my mind for a moment after my father died. Please forgive me.”
“You suspected me without even asking a single question! I can never forgive you!”
Leaving behind Jinha, who was on his knees begging, Jugyeong walked away from him. She could not stay by the side of the man who had branded her a murderer.
Less than a month after Jugyeong and Jinha broke up, Erin and Jinha held their wedding. Years later, Jugyeong learned that the person who had made Jinha suspect her was Erin. For now, she focused entirely on raising her child as a single mother while sharpening the blade of revenge against Erin.
Erin returned to her shop. To think that her rival across the street was Jugyeong. It seemed enemies really did meet on a single-log bridge.
Her phone began to vibrate.
Erin bit her lip. The Taesik who had once been so gentle had gradually become more and more violent. She didn’t want to see him on a day like today. She wanted some time to herself.
When Erin didn’t reply, Taesik sent her a photo of herself with an ecstatic expression, sucking on his cock.
“Oh god, seriously...”
Erin glanced around nervously, worried someone might see.
Erin set down the cup filled with coffee and stood up from her seat.
Smack!
The moment Erin walked in, Taesik gave her a light slap across the face.
“What are you doing, Taesik? Seriously!”
Her cheek, still stinging from Jugyeong’s slap, was struck again. Erin screamed hysterically.
Taesik grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her forward.
“Ahh! No, Taesik, please stop! Can’t we just go back to how we were when we first fell in love? I’m sick of this roleplay!”
“Weren’t you the one who came on to me first, saying you’d do anything for me?”
“I really do like you. Why are you making this so hard for me? Can’t you just hold me? Hic... ugh...”
Erin collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
Smack!
Taesik coldly delivered a harsh slap to the other side of her face.
“Ugh!”
“All I need from you is one obedient sow who listens well, got it? If you want someone to stroke your ego, go find a different fuckbuddy!”
He shoved his phone right up to Erin’s face.
“From now on, if you act arrogant, I’ll spread all our memories to everyone around you!”
“That’s what lowlife scum do! Taesik, are you really going to keep doing this?!”
“Don’t you dare speak to me informally! If you don’t need me, get the hell out right now!”
Still on the floor, Erin couldn’t answer. Taesik pressed her even harder.
“You came here to get fucked anyway! If you don’t want it, then leave! You horny sow bitch!!”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Can’t make up your mind? Then just do exactly what I tell you, you bitch.”
Taesik roughly tore off Erin’s suit, ripping it apart. Her blouse was torn halfway open, buttons scattering everywhere.
“Aaaah... What are you doing?”
“Don’t speak informally. Follow me!”
Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her into a soundproof booth set up in one corner of the study. Erin, stripped completely naked—bra and panties torn off as well—collapsed onto the floor.
“Your pussy is dripping wet like this, and you still want me to treat you with love?”
At Taesik’s sneer, Erin curled into a ball and trembled violently.
“What? You want to go back to how things were? From the very beginning, the only thing I was ever interested in was your body.”
Taesik tied Erin’s hands and hung them on a hook on the wall inside the booth.
“I told you! I’m going to treat you even more harshly from now on!”
Crack! The leather whip lashed across Erin’s ass.
“Ugh! Please, Taesik, it hurts—don’t do this... Aaaah!”
Crack! Crack! Craaaack! In an instant, he delivered ten lashes.
Taesik threw the whip aside, grabbed both of her breasts from behind, and squeezed them upward as if wringing them out.
“Kyaaaagh! Aah! Please... haaaaah!”
The intense pain made her breathless.
“Every time you get hit, repeat after me: ‘Master, please forgive me!’”
Taesik licked her earlobe as he spoke.
“Ughhh!”
“If you don’t repeat it, you’d better prepare yourself for what’s coming!”
When he released her breasts, her elastic C-cup mounds jiggled. The color of her nipples and areolas, slightly darkened by age, only stimulated his sadistic urges even more.
Crack! Crack!
“Kyaaaaagh! Hiiiik!”
“Answer me!”
Crack!
“Please forgive me... M-Master!”
Whip marks spread across her back and ass. Erin wailed as she repeated the words over and over.
“Aaaagh... Please forgive me, Master!”
“Spread your legs.”
Crack!
“Hiiiiik! Please... forgive me, Master... ugh... hic...”
The whip mercilessly struck her thighs just below her bright red ass. The pain made her twist her legs and shudder violently. The way she clenched her buttocks while trembling made her look like the most tempting prey imaginable.
The whip lightly flicked upward between her legs, striking her pussy.
“Repeat after me, you horny sow bitch!! ‘I will address you as Master and always speak to you with proper respect.’ Say it!”
“Haa... hahk... I will address you as Master and... speak with proper respect... P-Please!”
Tears trickling down from the pain of the whip, Erin answered exactly as she was told.
The inside of the soundproof booth was sweltering from the heat of their bodies. Taesik tossed the whip aside, stepped out, and gulped down a cold glass of water from the ice dispenser. He returned with a single remaining ice cube and began to torment Erin’s swollen, naked body with it.
“Aaaahng! Hiiik!”
“Your pussy’s all swollen and red. Looks good. Since I worked so hard to beat you, you should obviously thank me, right?”
“Th-Thank you... for beating me... Master... haaah...”
“From now on, you’ll live with words of atonement and gratitude attached to everything you say! If you forget to thank me, I’ll whip you mercilessly and humiliate you even more.”
When the ice touched her burning, swollen clitoris, she arched her back and shook all over.
“Hiiik... I’ll do well, Master... Please don’t hit me anymore.”
“Even after getting beaten like this, your pussy is flooding? Every time I whipped you I wondered where all that water was spraying from, hahaha!”
Erin frowned in humiliation.
The bindings on her wrists were released, and a dog collar was fastened around her neck. When Taesik yanked the leash, Erin rolled and crawled across the floor. The sight of her screaming, breasts and pussy fully exposed as she flailed on the ground, only fueled Taesik’s sadism further. Her face was streaked with sweat and tears, and her disheveled hair clung to her skin.
Taesik threw a single sheet of paper in front of the prostrate Erin.
1. I, the sow Erin, swear absolute obedience to Master in all commands as his property.
2. I, the sow Erin, will always use honorifics with Master and strictly observe proper etiquette.
3. I, the sow Erin, acknowledge that Master may transfer ownership of me at any time, and that only Master may terminate this contract.
“What is this? A slave contract...? M-Master.”
“You’re already calling me Master, so why are you so surprised?”
“Is the whip not enough for you? Shut up and read it. If you complain again, I’ll whip you without mercy!”
Taesik smirked as he set up a tripod and mounted a camera on it. Erin’s eyebrows trembled as she wiped away her tears. The contents of the A4 sheet were brutal.
“Please forgive me, M-Master. This is ridiculous... I feel like I’ll die of shame.”
“Then I’ll just release all your shameful private life to the public! Who should I start with? Should I send the videos to Jera and Jeyeon?”
“Not my daughters! Please don’t threaten me with that, M-Master.”
“Why not? They’re both adults now. Don’t they have the right to know about their mother’s filthy sex life?”
Taesik selected a video on his phone. One of Erin’s masturbation videos began playing in front of her eyes—the one where she had been frantically rubbing a cucumber against herself.
It’s just a piece of paper anyway...
“I... I understand. I’ll do it... I’ll read it... ugh... hic...”
If I can just get through this, I can be happy again. Yes... I’ll just enjoy it with Taesik...
Erin seemed to steel herself. She cleared her throat and barely managed to open her mouth.
“Number one. I, the sow Erin, swear absolute obedience to Master in all commands as his property.”
“Number two. I, the sow Erin, will always use honorifics with Master and strictly observe proper etiquette.”
“Number three. I, the sow Erin, acknowledge that Master may transfer ownership of me at any time, and that only Master may terminate this contract.”
The humiliating declarations continued endlessly—from piercings to submissive postures, polite speech, and even defecation management. She read through thirty filthy, degrading clauses.
Taesik brought out a tube of lipstick.
“Apply it properly from your nipples and areola, to your clitoris and all the way to the ends of your labia!”
Erin squatted down and applied the lipstick to her pussy.
“Hahaha. This is fucking ridiculous.”
While Taesik laughed at her, Erin followed his orders and stamped her pussy onto the slave contract. Even she was shocked at how wet her sex had become.