Now You're Completely Mine
Sang-gu muttered to himself, "Now you're completely mine."
The land shares of the Cult Community, which had been tangled up among multiple owners, were all transferred cleanly into Sang-gu's name. All that remained was to drain the residents' cash—the very people who had trusted and followed him—into cryptocurrency, forcing them to rely even more heavily on the community.
Sang-gu watched the CCTV feed of the exchange window where community deposit certificates were traded for coins, then twisted open the cap of his whiskey.
The residents stood in a long line in front of the window, waiting for their turn.
"Um... Director. I was only planning to exchange two million won, so why do you keep—"
"Someone with over five hundred million won entrusted to the cooperative is being stingy! Just go big and do a hundred million like a man!"
Mr. Park wore a look of injustice. Dae-man lightly patted his shoulder. There were no curses or informal speech, but Dae-man's eyes were filled with killing intent. The simple touch on his shoulder felt like a bone-chilling threat to Mr. Park. The villagers waiting behind them, eager to stay on Dae-man's good side, shouted for him to stop wasting time and just exchange for a hundred million.
"Tsk... F-fine. Exchange it for a hundred million won. Ugh."
Mr. Park swallowed dryly and stamped the withdrawal documents exactly as Dae-man wanted. The community's foreman Dong-in, the hulking guards, and even Jeong-min—who handled the accounting in place of the fallen slave Min-hui—busily stamped documents one after another.
"Next! Move along~ Next!"
Dae-man handed Mr. Park a sack containing a hundred ten-coin pieces. The coin denominations only went up to 0.5, 1, 5, and 10 coins. In a single day, more than ten percent of the cooperative's deposits had vanished into coins in the blink of an eye.
"Good~~ Exchange as much as you want~!" Dae-man shouted loudly, urging the residents on.
To tighten control even further, they needed to strip the residents of every last bit of their wealth. But simply taking it by force didn't appeal to him. That's why Dae-man had come up with the idea of turning the livestock slaves into sex slaves. He was drawing on his past experience ruling over a red-light district.
Until now, the livestock slaves had been like unattainable fruit to the residents. To use one, you had to somehow catch Yeondu's eye, or at the very least slip Dong-in some cash and wait in anxious fear. That was how desperately the community residents had wanted the slaves. Demand was more than enough. The problem was the price.
Charging five hundred thousand won for a single fuck felt like too much money and made people hesitate. That's where the coins came in. Saying "five coins" created far less psychological resistance than saying "five hundred thousand won."
In just one day, hundreds of millions of won poured into Sang-gu's account—he who had already risen to the ranks of those with assets in the hundreds of billions.
"It's nice to put on makeup after so long!"
The hulking guards set down a long vanity table and basic makeup supplies before leaving. The slaves stared at their transformed faces in misery, yet they couldn't tear their eyes away from the mirror. A mirror, once an everyday object, had become something special they only saw by chance.
I hate this... Even this huge cow ring.
Saem-mul wore a sorrowful expression as she diligently patted foundation onto her cheeks. The more beautiful she became, the hotter the lump of resentment burned in her chest. Ever since she was a maiden, Saem-mul had been the type to care about even the color of her toenail polish. Now she was reduced to a milk cow whose nipples were constantly being sucked by milking tubes, but every time she picked up a brush, old memories made it harder and harder to hold back her tears.
If her tears ruined the makeup, it would be a disaster. Saem-mul clenched her teeth and barely managed to suppress them.
Since being sold as cum toilets, the daily routines of the milk cow slaves had also changed. Milking, which used to happen up to four times a day, was now reduced to twice—morning and evening. With the introduction of coins, the basic schedule for milk cow slaves had been cut in half. However, the two-liter milk quota remained exactly the same. The longer milking sessions increased the pressure on their nipples, and the size of their throbbing teats gradually grew larger.
"Real dairy cows only get milked twice a day—once at dawn and once in the evening! Hehehehe."
Dae-man, who had been supervising Saem-mul while she did her makeup, cackled.
Once the makeup was finished, Saem-mul and the other milk cow slaves were led outside by the hulking guards.
"Jera really is model material. If she hadn't become a slave, she could've easily been a celebrity!"
Dae-man praised Jera in a greasy voice. After finishing her makeup and even spraying on perfume, her elastic skin gave off a rich fragrance for the first time in a long while. Hana, sitting beside her, also emitted a sweet scent.
Dae-man roughly kneaded the full-cup breasts of Jera and Hana—the tall, perky waterdrop-shaped breasts and the bell-shaped ones, the narrow waists, the dramatically curved hips and asses.
"Hehehe, follow me!"
Still gripping their breasts, Dae-man led Jera and Hana down to the underground meditation room. Thanks to their young, beautiful appearances, their reservation slots for serving residents today were completely booked. Even though the residents who had paid big money had little time left, Dae-man did as he pleased.
"Before you start work, you have to serve Daddy first!"
When Dae-man—who called himself Daddy—released their breasts, Jera and Hana pressed their foreheads to the floor and thrust their asses high into the air.
"Be gentle and make it feel good while the two of you serve me~."
Dae-man spread his legs arrogantly and pulled down his pants. The pink tongues of Jera and Hana tangled around his dangling shaft and glans.
Haaum, slurrrp, haaaah, eeeeh.
Along with the wet sucking sounds, saliva dripped from the two slaves' tongues. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
While Jera and Hana did their best to serve him with their mouths, Dae-man indifferently brought his leather belt down on their asses.
"Agh! Thank you, Master... sir! Please hit me more!"
"Thank y— Aah! More! Please hit me more, Master!"
Red welts bloomed across the backs and asses of Jera and Hana. Even as they were whipped, they rubbed their cheeks against him, licking his cock with passionate devotion and taking turns sucking it.
"Girls~ You have to pamper Daddy's balls too! Khehehe... Whose tongue is better? Suck them for me, Hana!"
"Heum... Yes, Master. Slurrrp, eeeeh, suuup..."
Hana lowered her posture, carefully took his balls into her mouth, and looked up at him with seductive eyes.
"Heuuuuum... Hooohuuup... Heum..."
Carefully hollowing her cheeks, she gently sucked his entire scrotum inward. While Hana tended to his balls, Jera took his cock deep into her throat, bobbing her head vigorously.
"Jera really sucks cock like a proper sow! You... It's such a waste to rot you away as a horse slave."
"Mmmph, M-Master... Th-thank you... Chup... Chup... Slurp, huuup, huuup."
Jera quickly answered Dae-man's praise before showering his cock with kisses again and taking it back into her mouth. It still felt awkward, but when Sang-gu wasn't around, the title "Master" came naturally to her lips when addressing Dae-man.
"Hey~ Cum toilet Hana! That's enough with the balls—lick my asshole instead."
"Sluuuuurp! Eh! Ehhh... Yes, Master."
Hana grabbed one of Dae-man's ass cheeks in each hand, rubbed her pretty nose against him, and buried her face between them.
"Bffhuuuuup, huup, huup, huup, huup, slurp, chulup, slurp, sluuuurp."
"Aaaah! Getting worked from both sides makes it so hard to hold back! Hahahaha!"
The slippery sensations and pressure from front and back pushed Dae-man to the edge.
"Ugh. Both of you, come forward!"
At his urgent shout, Jera and Hana stopped their ministrations, knelt before his crotch like baby birds, opened their mouths wide, and stuck out their tongues.
Spurrrrrt. The sticky, aged semen of Dae-man splattered across the still-youthful faces of the two beautiful women and dripped down.
"Huuu... Get lost. Go upstairs on your own."
After receiving a thorough oral cleaning all the way to his glans, Dae-man lit a cigarette and sprawled on the sofa.
Jera and Hana, returning to the first floor, wiped their faces with tissues and fixed their makeup.
"What? I have to wait a whole week? That's not what you said."
Mr. Park asked Dong-in, who was lounging in the security office.
"Yes, sir. Jera only has three slots a day. They're already fully booked for over a week."
Dirty old bastard. Even his lust should have limits.
Dong-in looked at the excited Mr. Park with a pitying expression.
"Th-then is Hana the same?"
"She's in the same situation, but... do you still want her? There is a way."
He knows a pretty face when he sees one. Why doesn't the old pervert just fuck Sang-hui instead...
"A way? What is it?"
"If you pay double in coins, it's possible today," Dong-in said with a sly grin, lowering his voice.
Mr. Park frowned for a moment, then grabbed both of Dong-in's hands and pressed eight coins into them.
"H-here."
"Go home and wait. Are you that excited?"
"I'll wait..."
At Dong-in's words, Mr. Park nodded repeatedly with a flushed face and headed home. There was even a childlike innocence in the old man's gait.
Because the milk cow slaves and horse slaves had fixed daily schedules, there were always long waiting lists. Dong-in and the hulking guards openly accepted bribes.
"Why isn't she coming?"
"I told you to wait, you bastard!" Dong-in shouted at the impatient man.
This fucker. The moment he put on an armband, he started acting like he owns the place.
"Hyung! That's too harsh!! Why are you cursing at me? You said I was your first priority! I paid, didn't I? You should at least explain why!"
The young man was Yeong-guk from the youth association. Unable to hold back, he grabbed Dong-in by the collar. Dong-in was helplessly dragged forward, on the verge of getting punched.
"Hey! Use your words. What the hell are you doing, acting like animals?"
At that moment, Dae-man approached with the hulking guards, speaking in a relaxed tone to stop Yeong-guk.
"D-Director! This Dong-in hyung is changing the order for Hana however he wants! It looks like he's taking bribes!"
Yeong-guk shook Dong-in by the collar, pleading his case.
I'm fucked. I'm going to get destroyed by Dae-man hyung-nim.
Dong-in hung his head low.
Thud!
"Huuup! Kugh!!"
Without a word, Dae-man drove a hook into Yeong-guk's abdomen. Yeong-guk let go of Dong-in's collar and rolled across the floor.
"Hey, Foreman! Cut this bastard's rental time to thirty minutes and put him at the very end tomorrow!"
"Y-yes, Director. Understood."
Relief washed over Dong-in's face—he had been cowering in fear of getting beaten by Dae-man.
"You fucking bastard!! This is the Chairman's business. The livestock slaves are managed entirely by our security team. You follow orders when you're told. Acting like a barbarian—how uncivilized!"
Thud! Crash!
Dae-man stepped on Yeong-guk's crawling ass, kicked him, and raised his voice. Even back when he ran girls in brothels and room salons, Dae-man had always been unfriendly. This was business aimed at people brainwashed into worshipping the Chairman. The customer was not king.
Yeong-guk grabbing Dong-in by the collar was a clear challenge to the slave manager and security team foreman. As their leader, Dae-man could not let it slide. Yeong-guk, who had protested from a customer's reasonable point of view, quickly regretted his actions. At the same time, he felt the terrifying power of the armband in his bones.
"I'm sorry, Director. Aaaagh! Please stop... Spare me, ugh!"
Yeong-guk, barely blocking the soccer kicks with his hands, begged through his swollen lips. A few residents watched Yeong-guk getting trampled with fearful eyes before quickly turning away.
"If you ever act violently toward our security again, I'll drag you straight to the Chairman!"
Yeong-guk thought of the slaves, pressed his forehead to the ground, and repeatedly begged for forgiveness. Blood pooled here and there on the floor.
The Cult Community was no longer what was written on the old community bulletin. It had become like a shabby back-alley gambling den—offering no guarantees of safety whatsoever.
Dae-man disappeared into the main building with the hulking guards, and Dong-in, holding a towel, helped Yeong-guk up.
"You idiot! Why'd you lose your temper like that? Here, take this!"
"Th-thank you... Hyung-nim. And I'm sorry..."
The spirit Yeong-guk had shown earlier was completely gone. He wiped the blood from his battered face and apologized.
"Be careful! Seriously, why'd you grab him by the collar... And consider yourself lucky, you moron! The Director still gave you thirty minutes... Hehehe. If it were me, I wouldn't have given you even that!"
"Yes."
Yeong-guk even had to use the towel he'd wiped his own blood with to clean the floor.
Jera and Hana touched up their makeup again and prepared to head out. Hana's face was full of worry.
Mr. Park, of all people... This is too much.
Even though she had fallen into slavery, all her instincts remained. Hana had prayed she would only serve handsome young men as a slave. With her head lowered, she was led by the hulking guards toward Mr. Park's house. Her hands bound behind her back, she was forced into quick, mincing steps by the chains of her leg irons.
Before reaching the residential area, the scene unfolding at the Atonement Plaza made Hana hang her head even lower.
"Hngh, hngh, haaaaaah, huuaaah, haa, haa, haa!! Huup, huup, slurp, chulup, krrgh."
In a corner of the plaza, chained to a pillar, Hana's mother Sang-hui was being gang-raped by the villagers. Her shackles rattled with every thrust.
Mom! It's so pitiful... This is really too cruel.
Several men had gathered around her mother, taking turns thrusting into her mouth and pussy. Though under the hulking guards' supervision, they swung their cocks shamelessly in public. It was something Kim and the others had negotiated together—haggling the coin price down and deciding to try something different.
The trembling naked body of Sang-hui, being fucked from both ends on the pavement, radiated a dirty, heated aura. They were all uncles who had once crudely hit on her mother. Two of them were exploring her mouth and cunt, while the two waiting took turns rubbing their cocks against her breasts and back, masturbating.
The people Sang-gu and Yeondu wanted were becoming increasingly brazen. The guard leading Hana stopped to watch Sang-hui's miserable state. Before long, Hana's mother was covered from her head to her breasts in the men's thick, concentrated semen.
"Huu... Thank you... Teachers... Thank you, haa, haaa, haa."
Unaware that her daughter Hana was watching from behind, Sang-hui kept repeating her words of gratitude. The guard managing Sang-hui yanked her collar and dragged her toward the water tap. Sang-hui, drenched in semen, finally met Hana's eyes. Both of them flinched and turned their heads away as if by agreement.
"Spread your pussy wider, you filthy cum toilet bitch!"
At the guard's shout, Sang-hui grabbed her labia rings and pulled them apart. Splaaaaash! A powerful jet of ice-cold groundwater slammed into Sang-hui's face and breasts before rushing down to her crotch. Sang-hui trembled violently, gasping for air with her pussy spread open.
Watching the semen wash off her mother's body, Hana was finally dragged by the guard's hand toward Mr. Park's house.