Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: The Posture for Welcoming a New Bitch
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Finally, we get to meet face-to-face. Dark Knights executive 'Trickster.'
Or should I call you Chae-ryeong if I want you to listen?"
A man sat arrogantly on what appeared to be a rather expensive sofa.
Si-yoon, clad only in a pair of pitch-black trunks,
welcomed 'Trickster' Chae-ryeong—who had come to his hideout—with a leisurely smile.
"Eek...?!"
Chae-ryeong momentarily covered her eyes with her hands at his utterly casual appearance.
"Why so shy? You live your life doing every wicked thing under the sun."
From Si-yoon's relaxed gaze and haughty demeanor, Chae-ryeong immediately realized it.
He was the one who had lured her all the way here.
Otherwise, it made no sense that he had greeted her right on time, as if expecting her just like Ji-woo had,
or that he mentioned her real name the moment he saw her.
"Ah! You've finally arrived?"
A woman in nothing but underwear slowly approached Chae-ryeong from behind the bar table.
"Wh... why are you here...?"
Do-hwa's long orange ponytail swayed as she flashed a bright, delighted smile,
welcoming her just like Ji-woo had.
"I narrowly missed you back at the cafe... but you won't get away this time?"
She closed in on Chae-ryeong, grabbed her wrist, toyed with her shoulder,
and even flashed a sinister smile.
"What kind of people are you? Why did you drag me here?!"
Chae-ryeong yelled at Si-yoon, her face a strange mix of panic and fury.
"Drag you? No one's ever told Chae-ryeong to come here."
"Right! You came all the way here on your own, Chae-ryeong."
Yet Si-yoon and his bitches just snickered and mocked her.
"Don't just stand there all uncomfortable... why not sit here? It's plush and nice."
"Ugh?!"
The moment she heard Si-yoon's invitation, Chae-ryeong marched straight to the sofa and sat down.
'Just now... that one word from him made my body...?'
Chae-ryeong pinpointed the reason for that bizarre sensation—her body refusing her commands,
as if some puppet master had seized control.
But figuring it out didn't help her wrest back command of her own flesh.
"You probably have no idea who I am.
Back then, I was just your average low-rank grunt. Ring any bells if I say Combatant No. 505?"
'Combatant No. 505...?'
Combatant No. 505 had fled the Dark Knights' hideout and torched every last trace—battle suit, mask, the works.
But there was one thing he hadn't burned.
"Rather than a long explanation... this'll be quicker."
He set a single black plastic card down on the table.
"This is...!"
The black plastic card bore an ID code, the number '505',
and the emblem symbolizing the Dark Knights.
"Dark Knights member ID. Can't pretend you don't know now."
Chae-ryeong snatched up Si-yoon's old ID card, her face etched with shock.
"Remember? That day the heroes stormed the hideout.
A handful of commanders were leading thousands of us rank-and-file into the meat grinder...
while you lot bolted like you'd known it was coming."
"Tha... that's...!"
"Ah! No need for excuses.
Villains are scum who always have a backstab queued up, right?"
At first, even he had resented the executives who ditched the members and the hideout.
But it didn't take long to understand their mindset.
In a way, he was chasing the same 'villain' lifestyle they were.
His conclusion, though, differed just a touch.
The Dark Knights executives had abandoned the organization and hideout
because they lacked the 'power' to defend and lead it—that was his verdict.
From the viewpoint of villain 'Dominator,' not Combatant No. 505,
those fleeing executives were nothing but frail, pitiable weaklings.
"If we'd crossed paths sooner... I'd have tried to kill you by any means.
But not anymore."
"Then... what do you want from me?"
"No need to spell it out. You're going to be my bitch from here on anyway.
Just like the sluts sitting here."
- Snap—
Si-yoon lounged arrogantly on the sofa, soaking in massages from Do-hwa and Ji-woo,
as he flicked his middle finger against his thumb.
"Ugh?!"
Chae-ryeong shot up from the sofa and started stripping off her own clothes.
"Bo... body?! Moving on its own... again...!"
Off came the cardigan draped over her shoulders, the black crop-top tee,
the skin-tight jeans, even her socks.
"Kuh...!"
Now stripped bare, she stood in black lace lingerie that perfectly suited her mature allure.
"I sensed it peeking from behind at the cafe... but damn, what a body in every sense. Right?"
"Ooh... a bitch without the master's favor sporting udders like that...?"
"Tits and ass that huge with zero flab... kinda jealous, honestly?"
The trio ogled Chae-ryeong's sculpted physique from every angle,
each piping up with their take.
"Wh... what the hell is this?!"
"What? Me and my bitches sizing up your body, Chae-ryeong."
'Humiliation' was a word that had never existed in Chae-ryeong's life.
An elegant charisma radiating from beauty so captivating it ensnared anyone.
A supernatural ability brimming with limitless potential, backed by flawless strategy.
Blessed with talents denied to most, she had risen to the Dark Knights' top echelons
without ever needing raw brawn.
No one dared ignore her.
No one mocked or dismissed her lightly.
And yet, the exalted Dark Knights executive 'Trickster'...
now writhed with humiliation so intense it made her skin crawl and her teeth grind.
All before a man who was little more than a lowly grunt.
"St... stop staring! You... perverts...!"
Her face burned red-hot, like iron fresh from the forge.
Trembling with shame and mortification, she huddled to cover herself as best she could.
"Hey now. Hiding like that ruins the view."
One hand over her chest, legs shyly pressed together—Chae-ryeong's bashful pose irked Si-yoon,
so he waved his hand this way and that.
"Kyaa?!"
Legs splayed wide, arms locked behind her head—that was the pose.
The exact 'Courtship Pervert Pussy-Dance' stance Ji-woo and Do-hwa had struck before Si-yoon hours earlier.
"Th... this perverted pose...!"
She strained with all her might to shift it,
but robbed of bodily control, it was impossible.
Just hours ago, she had sneered at the agents and sauntered away from the scene.
Now she was reduced to a pathetic bitch desperately shielding her vulnerabilities.
"Those thighs are so plump and jiggly! Perfect fuckmeat...♥"
"Yeah... if I were a dude, I'd be balls-deep already!"
The two bitches—thrilled and curious about their newcomer—
pawed at Chae-ryeong's thighs and belly, cooing nonstop.
"St... stop...! Please... just stop!"
Her face beet-red, lips clamped tight, she begged the pair gleefully groping and teasing her body.
"Hmm...? Master? What now?"
Imprinted bitches were fundamentally Si-yoon's property.
The pair sought their owner's permission to toy with the plaything.
"Hold up a sec. I'm mulling over what to make her do."
With the master's green light, the excited bitches' hands moved faster by the second.
"Kyahaha♥ The mighty executive 'Trickster's' squishy thighs♥"
"How'd she keep up that dignity lugging around udders like these♥"
Impish jeers laced their voices as they poked and prodded,
inspecting whether this new bitch measured up to their master's standards.
Her skin flushed hot from the humiliation—
sweat beaded across it despite the blasting AC.
"Alright! Everyone, cut it out!"
"Yes!"
Si-yoon, who had briefly stepped out, returned from his room with a shopping bag and plopped back on the sofa.
"Picked up some fun new toys this time. And from those... this one."
""Ooooh...♥""
Clearly designed as a massager for loosening tight shoulders or legs,
its shape and function were tailor-made for stimulating certain spots.
The kind of vibrator familiar from adult vids to some,
its unmistakable 'that shape' in hand.
"Bought all sorts of stuff besides...
but this one's my favorite so far."
'What... is that...? Just a massager, right...?'
- Bzzzzzz—
Si-yoon thumbed the button, and the blunted tip thrummed with fierce vibration amid the low hum.
'No way he's gonna... stick that right on my... down there...?'
No way.
Has to be something else.
Right?
...
She desperately denied reality.
'No... impossible... me, humiliated like this by a nobody like him...!'
While she clung to those futile denials,
her black lace panties had already been stripped away.