Breaking Her On-Air (5)
Dong-hyun walked into the room and settled himself comfortably on the edge of the bed. Gyeo-wool, by contrast, couldn't keep still.
They were alone. The room was perfectly soundproofed, and the man sitting across from her held her very life in his hands. She had every reason to be terrified.
"Dispose."
The word came out of nowhere. Gyeo-wool flinched hard — and then a sound rose from her own throat, and her legs went weak beneath her.
Do you really wish to dispose of this unit?
She had never imagined a flat, mechanical voice could send a chill that deep through her bones.
"Nah. Just kidding."
Command withdrawn.
It had been a joke. But the terror that ripped through Gyeo-wool in that single instant was beyond anything she could have imagined.
And that was exactly how Dong-hyun had planned it. In two syllables, he had made the truth unmistakable: I am your master. Your life and death belong to me.
"Alright. So what should we do with you? Before the chess match — what was it you said to me?"
He remembered the cocky little speech she'd given him before they'd sat down to play.
"I—I'm sorry."
She dropped to her knees at once and bowed her head.
"Eh, it happens. But dropping to your knees over something like that? Don't you have any pride?"
His words drove into her like a blade, and shame burned through her — but in this situation, pride was a luxury she had to throw away.
"I was foolish. I made a mistake. Please forgive me."
"Foolish? You got every last one of those hundred questions right. Hmm... well, I've never had a slave before, so... what should I have you do first? Can you dance?"
Dong-hyun had plenty of slaves already, but he asked as if this were all new to him.
"D-dance...? I've never danced in my life."
"So you're not gonna?"
"N-no! I'll do it."
Gyeo-wool scrambled to her feet and started swaying her body with no music at all. She might have been brilliant, but she had two left feet — her movements were almost comical.
"Pfft—hahaha! You really can't dance for shit."
"I—I'm sorry. I've never tried before..."
"Eh, this is boring. How about you take your clothes off?"
There it was. Gyeo-wool had known this was coming. After all, when she'd imagined making this man her slave, she'd wanted to strip him naked and play with him herself.
She began peeling off her clothes, piece by piece. They were both wearing nothing more than a white T-shirt and pants, so it didn't take long.
Gyeo-wool stood there awkwardly, stripped bare. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she had a feeling she'd be punished for it — so she didn't. She stood at something like attention instead.
Her figure was the textbook definition of slender. A touch on the slim side, every line clean and elegant, not an ounce of excess anywhere. Her breasts weren't large, but they weren't absent either — just enough swell to give them a lovely shape.
"Nice body. It's not just the face, huh? You're built pretty damn well."
Dong-hyun stepped closer as he spoke.
"Thank you..."
Her face said she wanted to die of embarrassment, but her mouth said thank you anyway.
Dong-hyun ran his hand over the smooth plane of her stomach, then let it travel slowly upward until he was cupping her breast. It felt springy, yielding. Of every pair he'd ever touched, these were the smallest — but that same smallness made them the most elastic by far.
He took the little nipple at the tip between his fingers and rolled it in slow circles. It was a deeply humiliating thing to endure, but Gyeo-wool held her posture and took it.
"I wanna hear about our Gyeo-wool's life. What were you doing before you ended up here?"
"I lived in Seoul... nnnh... then I graduated from Ulsan Institute of Technology... ahh... and I was working as a researcher... hhnnn... I woke up one morning and... haah... I was here... nnnhhh..."
Every time Dong-hyun teased her nipple, a strange sensation forced another moan out of her, breaking her words apart.
"Oh. So you really are that smart. Ulsan Tech isn't easy to get into, is it?"
The world here didn't seem all that different from reality.
"Nnh... no, it isn't..."
He kept rolling her nipple without mercy, and her body twisted and squirmed. He could see it swelling, growing flushed and puffy under his fingers.
"Wonder how you taste."
He brought his tongue to her nipple and licked.
"Haaaahhh!!!"
The moan that tore out of her was far louder than anything his fingers had drawn. There was a faintly sweet taste to her nipple. So this time he simply took it into his mouth and sucked. Small as her breasts were, there was more than enough to suck on.
"Haaahn..."
A breathless, leaking sound spilled from Gyeo-wool's lips.
Dong-hyun's hand slid slowly downward, toward her sex. Her thighs snapped shut and her hand caught his, stopping him. It had been pure instinct — a startled, reflexive grab.
"Kyaaah!"
He bit down lightly on the nipple still in his mouth, and Gyeo-wool screamed.
"You've got some nerve, getting in my way."
"I—I'm sorry..."
She dropped to her knees and apologized before he could even touch the nipple he'd left swollen and wet.
"Shock."
Collar restraint activated
"Ghhhhhhhkk!!"
Gyeo-wool crumpled sideways, her hands flying to the collar at her throat. Her whole body was shaking.
"From now on, every time you piss me off, you get punished. Got it?"
"Nngh... y-yes, sir."
The shock must have been agony. The look on her face was pure terror.
"Get up."
She was on her feet in an instant, as if the lesson had already taken hold.
"Spread your legs."
This time she opened them without resistance, and she didn't try to stop his hand.
Dong-hyun found the whole system entertaining — one little collar, and he could play with a beauty like this however he wanted. Maybe I should make a collar like this myself. But back in the real world, that would be a serious crime. Impossible.
His fingers rubbed back and forth over her folds, teasing, exploring. What had been only a faint dampness grew wetter with every pass of his hand.
Gyeo-wool felt her own kind of shame. She had shown this man — a stranger — a naked body no one else had ever seen, and now she was giving him everything: her breasts, her pussy, all of it. The shame curdled into humiliation, and the humiliation, laced with a thrill of transgression, began to twist into a strange, unsettling arousal.
"Haaaah..."
"How often do you masturbate?"
The question only deepened her embarrassment.
"I never have..."
"Really? Why not?"
"Because that kind of thing is... vulgar..."
"Pfft—"
Dong-hyun couldn't help a short laugh. It was such an unexpectedly innocent answer — the kind of thing a sheltered engineering-school girl would say. He'd wondered whether engineering girls were actually that naive, but this was a far cry from the way she'd talked before the chess match. She'd sounded like someone who'd been around the block a few times. And now it turned out she'd never even touched herself. He couldn't help but find it funny.
"So what do you do with your free time?"
A wet, slick sound answered him as his fingers kept moving. Squelch. Squelch.
"Nnhhh..."
He asked the question lightly, but his hand never stopped. Wetness was spilling from deeper inside her now, soaking his fingers.
"I usually study, or... haaah... do research, or play chess..."
"So you really just study."
"Have you ever slept with a man?"
"I... no..."
Why that particular question made her even more embarrassed, he wasn't sure. A face like hers, an engineering degree — men should have been lining up. It was strange.
"Why not? You've got a face guys would go crazy for."
"I'm not interested in anyone... less intelligent than I am..."
Another answer he hadn't expected.
"So what about me?"
For the first time, Gyeo-wool looked him straight in the eye. Her face was stunned.
Come to think of it... has any man ever beaten me with his mind?
The kind of man she'd always dismissed as stupid had just defeated her — and he'd done it with pure intelligence, completely and utterly.
She didn't believe for a second that Jin-woo had never played chess. He'd known the basic rules, after all. But she was the Korean champion. She'd climbed to that title by facing countless opponents, and she had never once heard the name Ahn Jin-woo. There was a world of difference between an amateur and a pro — and this man had beaten her anyway.
"I... I think you're... impressive..."
Jin-woo's face wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but it was a man's face — strong-lined, with a heavy, striking presence. The thought made her even more self-conscious, and color rose in her cheeks.
At that, Dong-hyun's hand went still.
"That so? Then maybe I should let you serve me."
He lay back on the bed. Gyeo-wool climbed over him carefully, then began to ease his pants down.
Jin-woo's cock sprang free, thick and fully hard — a brutal-looking thing.
"Hah..."
It was the first cock Gyeo-wool had ever seen, and she stared in shock. It was bigger and harder than anything she'd imagined. The veins standing out along the thick shaft caught her eye and held it.
Hot breath spilled from her lips. As if something had taken hold of her, she wrapped her hand around it. Then, by instinct, she started to stroke.
"Haa... haa..."
She may not have been aware of it, but small, heated moans were already slipping out of her. Dong-hyun's hands were folded behind his head. He just watched.
"Um... would it be alright if I... used my mouth?"
She was offering, on her own, to suck his cock.
"That 'um' thing. Not a fan of the way you address me."
Gyeo-wool was a smart girl. She corrected herself at once.
"Master...?"
"Go ahead."
Her mouth was on the small side. She opened it anyway and took his thick cock inside, her tongue flicking over the head as she did.
"Better than I expected. Where'd you learn that?"
"I... I heard about it from a close classmate."
There was a hint of pleased pride in her smile at the compliment.
"Good. Then do it properly."
"Yes, Master."
A slave who performed well without even being told. She was already the perfect specimen.