Audiovisual Education and the Practical Mock Exam
Saturday night, 10 p.m.
In the second basement of a building on the outskirts of the city, Ayoung entered hesitantly in a neat office look.
"What did you tell your boyfriend?"
"I... lied and said I was working overtime this weekend."
"Well done. For a perfect escape, the excuses have to be perfect as well."
Ayoung fidgeted with the crumpled Black VIP Card and spoke up.
"Um... Boss."
"The title."
"Ah... M-Master."
Her face flushed as she carefully asked,
"Isn't the room going to get hot like last time...? That fruit scent or whatever it was."
"Today there is no special 'scent' to force your body into heat."
"What? I thought that smell was what made my body go all weird last time..."
"Disappointed that there isn't any?"
"N-no! I was just..."
Ayoung rubbed her thighs together and looked away.
"Today is a theme where you face the absolute bottom of yourself in a completely clear head. Sign here."
It was the waiver and internal filming consent form.
She hesitated only briefly before snatching up the pen and scrawling her name. Filling the thirst between her legs clearly took priority.
"Follow me."
I led her to VIP Room 3.
A massive screen filling the entire front wall, a high-performance microphone, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering every surface—that was all.
Click.
The door locked and the screen lit up.
"Aahng! Master! Eut... This bitch's pussy is so itchy...!"
"Hic...!"
On the screen a woman hiked up her skirt, spread her glistening red folds, and begged.
Ayoung clamped a hand over her mouth, face scarlet.
"The core of this escape is 'perfect synchronization'."
My mechanical voice rolled out of the speakers.
"S-synchronization...?"
"Error rate under five percent. You will take the exact same poses and spit out the exact same lines as the whore in the video."
"Y-you're crazy! How am I supposed to do something that filthy with a clear head..."
"Giving up already? Then you can stay locked in here for the full one hundred eighty minutes."
"No, but this is just... too humiliating..."
"I won't force you. You can wait quietly and go back to your boyfriend."
I switched off the mic and watched the screen.
No aphrodisiac was necessary. Her own reflection in the mirror and the searing memories branded into her last week would shatter her reason all by themselves.
"Haang! Please stuff it all the way inside my pussy...!"
"Haa... haa..."
The sticky friction sounds from the video hammered her ears and Ayoung's breathing grew ragged. The way she twisted her legs together made it clear her skirt was already soaked; the sight was pitiful.
"Um... Master...?"
"Have you decided?"
"Haa... Just once... I'll try."
Ayoung dropped onto all fours in front of the mirror exactly like the woman on screen.
"M-Master... please... touch my pussy too..."
Whirrr—!
"Aah! Eut..."
A fine vibration punishment from the floor pad made Ayoung collapse onto her knees.
"The whore in the video already threw her underwear off. Remove your panties."
"Right here...? The mirror shows everything..."
"Did you not hear me say strip? The juices running out of your hole can't lie."
Ssslick.
In the end the soaked white panties slid down her ankles.
"Next. Push two fingers all the way into your pussy."
"Heut! Ah... they're in... haa..."
"Lines. Howl like a beast and beg to be fucked."
"Haang! Please...! Shove it into this filthy bitch pussy... please fuck me...!"
Once the shame passed the critical point, her flimsy reason snapped clean.
Staring at her own corrupted reflection, Ayoung violently fingered her tight inner walls.
"Hwaaang! Fingers aren't enough...! Fill this slut hole of mine with a real cock...!"
Clear fluid dripped steadily onto the floor.
"Aaaang! Master...! Ayoung is going to cum...! Haang!"
With a thin cry, Ayoung convulsed and soaked the floor in her juices.
At that moment a small drawer in the wall slid open.
"Excellent. Final mock exam. Put on the VR device inside the drawer."
"Haa... VR...?"
"You will see your Master's avatar in virtual reality. Serve it devotedly with your mouth."
Ayoung slipped on the goggles with trembling hands.
While her vision was blocked I slipped silently into the room and stood right in front of her, unzipping my pants.
"Lick Master's cock."
Matching the system voice, Ayoung crawled forward until her face was inches from me. She groped through empty air and then both hands closed firmly around the real thing.
"Huh...? Whoa... this texture..."
She opened her mouth in surprise.
"It's fake but it's so hot... even the veins feel like real body heat..."
Completely convinced it was an elaborate heated toy, she licked the head.
"Heup, slurp... even the taste... salty, just like sucking my boyfriend's..."
I seized a fistful of her hair and whispered in my real voice,
"Tastes better than Oppa's cock, doesn't it?"
"Eup...?! W-wait...?"
Her shoulders stiffened.
I ripped the goggles off.
"Aah...!"
Light flooded her vision and the full-length mirror showed her own face buried against my crotch.
"I-it was fake... hic...! M-Master...?"
"You sucked another man's cock quite enthusiastically while completely sober."
"N-no...! I thought it was a heated toy..."
"You already drooled all over it and now you're making excuses."
Ayoung's face went deathly pale as she tried to scramble backward. I kept a tight grip on the back of her head.
"Heuk... what am I going to do... I'm so sorry to Oppa..."
"Earlier you said with your own mouth that fingers weren't enough and you needed a real cock to fill you."
"M-Master... please... you can't do this..."
"Your boyfriend probably thinks you're suffering through overtime right now."
"Heuk... Oppa..."
"While you're in here secretly licking another man. But it's fine. Shh."
I poured sweet poison into her ear.
"If just the two of us keep our mouths shut, tonight stays a perfect secret no one will ever know."
"S-secret..."
Yeah... no one will know. Just until I leave this room... it's okay to enjoy it.
That sweet absolution of secrecy melted the last fragile guilt. Instead the forbidden sense of betrayal poured oil on her lewd instincts.
"All right. Finish what you started."
"...Aaa... haang..."
In the end Ayoung, tears brimming, shuffled forward on her own and stretched her mouth wide to swallow my shaft.
"Chup... chuuup... it's a secret... jjuup..."
The moment of total surrender to a real male, not a machine.
I stroked her lips stretched around me and smiled.
"Now then, shall we get rid of these bothersome clothes?"
"Aah...!"
I stripped the skirt and blouse from her half-crouched body in one motion.
"No need to be scared. Until that door opens you are nothing but my heat-struck meat hole."
Beep.
I pressed the remote and the giant screen flared back to life.
"Aahng! It's all the way in...! My cunt is so full of cock juice...!"
Hardcore footage of creampie mating filled every inch of the wall.
"Haa... haa..."
Ayoung panted, unable to tear her eyes from the wet coupling on screen.
I pressed flush against her back and rubbed my blunt head against the dripping red entrance of her pussy.
"Heut...! It's going, going in..."
"Who said I was putting it in?"
"What...? Ah!"
I only ground against her while pinching and twisting her swollen, juice-slick clit between thumb and finger.
"Aaaang---!!"
On the screen a cock slammed into a womb; in reality she was being tormented only on her clit. The vicious pleasure shattered her brain and her hips shook violently.
"Howl like the bitch on the screen."
"Haang! I-it hurts... eut, pinch it gently...!"
"Say that getting your clit tortured by Master behind your boyfriend's back is way more thrilling and hotter than doing it with Jinwoo."
"Hwaaang! I'm going crazy... ah, aah!"
"Hurry up and say it."
"I love it...! Haang! Getting my clit tormented by Master's fingers is way more... heut! Insanely hotter than Jinwoo's cock...!"
A perfect declaration of surrender.
Unable to endure the maddening emptiness inside, Ayoung whipped around and clung to my thighs.
"Master... please..."
"What do you want?"
"I'll keep it secret... I'll never tell Jinwoo as long as I live... heut!"
She spread her own legs wide and lewdly displayed the hole that was already a mess of her juices.
"Please don't just touch the outside... shove Master's real cock all the way into the deepest part of my pussy...!"
It was the birth of a bitch who had completely thrown away her scrap of reason.
But I did not fill her hole so easily. Instead I only rested the blunt tip against her glistening red entrance and rubbed the shallowest folds.
"Aang...! M-Master...! Why won't you put it in..."
"Who said you get to decide when it goes in?"
"Hwaaang! Please...! Just rubbing the entrance is driving me even crazier...!"
I crushed the mouth of her pussy as if I might enter any second, keeping her on the knife-edge of frustration. Sharp sparks of pleasure arched her back like a bow and her juices gushed in a flood.
"Haang! Ah, aah! The inside of my pussy is so itchy...! Fuck me...!"
"You really want my cock all the way inside?"
"Yeees! Please...! Pound me full...!"
"Then look straight into that camera and swear."
I clamped her chin hard and forced her eyes onto the high-performance camera mounted on the ceiling.
"Haa, haa... heut! W-what did you say...?"
"I am a filthy whore who deceived Jinwoo and went crazy for Master's cock. I will live as Master's private meat hole for the rest of my life. Say it."
"Heuuk..."
Ayoung's pupils trembled. An undeniable video of evidence—a perfect social collar she could never remove. Yet when the head of my cock pressed down on her wet clit, her lips opened on their own.
"I-I... deceived Jinwoo..."
"Too quiet."
"Haang! Ah! I-I deceived Jinwoo...! I am a filthy whore who went crazy for Master's cock...!"
Tears of shame streamed down her face while she still twisted her hips and continued the vulgar oath.
"For life... for life I will live as Master's private meat hole...! So please, please fuck my pussy...!"
"Good girl. A well-behaved bitch deserves a reward."
Thrust—!
The instant the oath ended I slammed my shaft to the root of her narrow, burning walls without a shred of mercy.
"Aaaang---!!!"
The massive invasion tore at her entrance. Feeling raw friction with a clear head for the first time made Ayoung's eyes roll white.
"Haang! Ah! Uwaang! It's so full...! It's too big...!"
I gave her no time to adjust and immediately began slamming my hips like a beast.
Squish, squelch—!
The violent collision of juices and flesh filled the room.
"Which feels better, your boyfriend's cock or mine?"
"M-Master's... haang! Ah! Way bigger and better...!"
"Shake your hips like a whore and squeeze tighter."
"Haaang! Ayoung's pussy is... heut! Clenching Master's cock so tight... ah, aang!"
Ayoung's panting was far lewder and louder than the moans on the screen. Completely lost to pleasure, she locked both hands around my hips and shoved her ass back to meet every thrust.
"Haang! So deep...! It's hitting my womb...!"
"I'm going to dump a load inside this bitch hole."
"Yeees...! Hwaaang! Cum inside me...! Behind Jinwoo's back, fill my pussy full...!"
I gripped her waist hard and snapped my hips toward the deepest point.
Splurt, splurt—!
Hot semen hammered her cervix and flooded her.
"Aaaang---!!!"
Ayoung's entire body went rigid as she hit a catastrophic climax. Thick white cream overflowed and ran down her thighs.
At last the mechanical voice announcing the end of the escape room rang out.
I pulled free of Ayoung's still-gasping body.
"Haa... haa... M-Master..."
She lay sprawled on the floor, eyes unfocused. I straightened my clothes, then took a small pill from my pocket.
"Open your mouth."
"W-what is this...?"
"Morning-after pill. I dumped a load inside you like an animal—you can't get pregnant with something that isn't even your boyfriend's kid."
At my cold sneer Ayoung flushed and nodded. She accepted the pill, placed it on her tongue, and swallowed. Only now did the reality of what she had done seem to be trickling back.
Click.
I opened the secret passage and looked back.
"Wipe up roughly, put your clothes on, and come out. Take your time."
"...Y-yes."
"And the moment you step through that door, you are once again Jinwoo's ordinary, pure girlfriend. Understood?"
"Heuk... yes..."
Ayoung bowed her head, still trailing semen between her legs.
Before long she would be unable to forget this sweet and terrible sense of betrayal and would crawl back to my feet.
It was the beginning of her perfect training.