Chapter 58
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Flesh Slave Kim Sujin (4)
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I hated Kim Sujin.
Lee Ayoung treated me like her personal servant, sure, but every now and then she'd buy me something tasty or send me a gift card.
The massages weren't so bad either—getting to touch a girl as pretty as her felt like a privilege, in a way.
Choi Yujeong's constant beatings pissed me off, but aside from that, she didn't really torment me much.
Every once in a while, she'd even reward me with a headlock...
Anyway.
Unlike those two, Kim Sujin only ever seemed to think about how to make me suffer. Just making eye contact with her was enough to send chills down my spine.
I even suspected that if it weren't for her, Ayoung and Yujeong wouldn't have messed with me at all.
But that might give the wrong idea.
I didn't just take it lying down from Kim Sujin all the time.
Of course I'd stood up to her.
I still remembered it clearly.
Middle school, second year.
Early summer, right before vacation.
It was PE class, the kind where the teacher just tossed out a soccer ball and told us to have fun.
Most of the girls and a few guys including me spent the time lounging in the shade of the stands outside the field, snacking on dried squid.
I'd lain down in one corner to catch a quick nap when I felt another shadow fall over my face before I could even drift off.
I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was.
"Hey."
It was Kim Sujin.
I looked up at her silently.
"..."
She'd sat down by my head and was staring straight down at me.
Kim Sujin flicked my forehead with her finger.
"What're you staring at?"
"Ow-"
I winced and rubbed my forehead, and she let out a little snicker.
"Kim Minwoo, you know how to play dodgeball?"
Dodgeball?
I knew the rules, obviously.
But something felt off, and I hesitated to say yes.
Sujin read my expression and grinned wickedly.
"You do. Come on over. I'm bored—let's play dodgeball."
"...Why."
"Why what? It's PE class, so we're exercising. Hurry up."
It felt suspicious, but I pictured her getting hit by a ball I threw and yelping—and like a fool, I got up and followed.
Kim Sujin headed toward where the kids were gathered, and I trailed behind.
She called out.
"Hey, guys! One Minwoo!"
"For real?"
The kids looked at me with wide eyes.
"...?"
Some looked worried for me.
Someone ran over to the boys playing soccer.
"Hey! One Kim Minwoo!"
The kids grabbed the soccer ball and came charging over.
Fuck...
What the hell did I do...
And that's how I ended up playing dodgeball.
Or rather, it was a game where I had to keep dodging balls flying at me inside a square marked on the ground with tape.
Twenty-four against one—if I got hit even once, I had to buy drinks for half the class.
"Minwoo got his allowance yesterday."
Of course, Kim Sujin, that devious bitch, had set it all up.
As the balls came flying, I wanted nothing more than to run to the office and report this blatant case of group bullying.
But after dodging three or four, it hit me.
'Huh? This is...'
Since it was just me, dodging was easy—and for them, hitting me was hard.
'I can handle this.'
The kids, who'd been going easy out of pity, started getting serious one by one once they realized they'd have to buy me drinks if I lasted the whole class.
"Hey! Don't throw—pass the ball! We gotta wear him down!"
"This way, this way!"
"Fuck, aim for his legs! The little shit's too short for headshots."
How long did it go on?
The endless PE class finally ended.
When I came to, I was slumped at my desk in the classroom, drenched in sweat, face beet red.
"Enjoy."
The kids dropped drinks on my desk one by one.
Steam was practically rising from the top of my head.
I'd already washed up once, but sweat kept pouring, so I figured I'd need another rinse.
In the end, right before class started, I headed to the bathroom at the end of the hall to splash my face.
The bell rang.
I didn't want to go back to class.
Staring blankly at the bathroom mirror, the door swung open.
Kim Sujin walked into the boys' bathroom.
"What're you doing here? Teacher's looking for you. Tsk."
Water dripped from my face.
"Hurry up."
She crossed her arms and turned sharply.
Fueled by rage, I yelled at her back.
"Fuck. Am I your slave? You say jump, and I just do it?"
The empty bathroom amplified my voice.
Kim Sujin turned, glaring at me with fox-like eyes.
Tense, I swallowed hard.
Clack. Clack.
She approached silently.
If she'd said 'You didn't know?' right then, I might've punched her in the gut, girl or not.
Kim Sujin gazed at my freshly washed face.
Then she cupped my cheeks with both hands.
And...
She kissed me.
Smack.
I froze in shock.
She released my cheek and snickered.
"Cute."
With that, she headed back to class first.
I stood there dumbfounded for a long while.
*
On the desk lay the collar and nipple clamps we'd just used.
Sujin was asleep in my arms on the bed, breathing softly and steadily.
'Has it been an hour?'
She'd climaxed at least five or six times, plus the flesh slave play—it must've worn her out.
With Sujin cradled against me, I pondered what had scared her so much.
'She said it felt like she might get pregnant. And it scared her. But she also said it wasn't the pregnancy itself.'
What was it, then?
I wanted to ask her, but she was still out cold, leaving me to wild guesses and fantasies.
I gave up thinking and just waited for her to wake.
Twenty or thirty minutes later, her long lashes fluttered.
Blinking awake, she looked up at me from my arms.
"What time."
Sujin asked, then closed her eyes again.
She let out a sleepy breath, like she wanted to drift back off.
I checked my phone.
"Ten."
Morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, pooling on the bed.
Sujin rolled over, showing me her back.
She murmured softly.
"You cleaned up?"
The desk area was spotless.
"Yeah."
Like I was angling for a reward, I wrapped my arm around her slender waist.
The room fell quiet for a moment.
Breaking the silence, Sujin spoke.
"Kim Minwoo."
"...Yeah."
She turned back toward me.
"Don't... get cocky."
"When did I-"
"Shut up."
"..."
Sujin grabbed my still-hard cock and gave it a gentle shake.
"Still hard?"
"It's not like I'm keeping it up on purpose—it's just there."
"Sure it is."
"You told me to hold you. Of course it's hard."
Kim Sujin snickered.
"Bullshit."
Sensing the moment was right, I broached the topic.
"We done with that now?"
I nodded toward the collar on the desk.
Sujin fondled my balls as she replied.
"...Yeah."
"Why."
She avoided my eyes and smacked my chest lightly for no reason.
"Don't ask."
I stroked her lower back.
"Come on. You said it scared you."
Sujin sighed, stopped playing with my balls, and lay flat on her back.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a bit before speaking.
"Your dick is seriously weird."
"..."
It was abnormal, yeah.
Sujin whipped her head toward me.
"Seriously weird. You know that?"
"...That much?"
"It's not just me—Yujeong and Ayoung are hooked on your dick too. Yours... fuck. It messes people up."
"But we knew that going in. What does it have to do with the slave play?"
She turned back to the ceiling.
"It was really dangerous."
"What was?"
"Fuck."
Kim Sujin rolled over, threw a leg over me, and straddled my stomach.
The uterus tattoo was still there on her lower belly.
Sujin grabbed my chin and made me look at her.
"I'm telling you, so don't laugh. Listen up."
"..."
Her serious expression had me nodding silently.
"It felt too good."
"..."
"So good it felt like I'd get pregnant."
I couldn't wrap my head around "so good it felt like pregnancy."
Oh.
Got it.
Not that it felt like pregnancy—it was so good she wanted to get pregnant.
That made sense.
Sujin released my chin and doodled on my chest with her finger, mumbling.
"Seriously dangerous. One slip, and I'd have been totally hooked."
"...On what?"
Your dick? She already was.
"When you said to get pregnant and came... if I'd said 'Master, impregnate me'..."
"Yeah."
I waited for the rest.
Sujin scowled.
"Fuck. Why can't you just get it."
"..."
"I said this much—figure it out."
I had figured it out.
If she'd said "Master, impregnate me" then, she might've truly wanted to be my flesh slave.
But I played dumb so she wouldn't get embarrassed.
"No clue."
Sujin sighed and shook her head.
"Ugh, idiot. Whatever."
"...So you're good now, right?"
I asked with genuine concern, and she shot me a pouty glance before muttering.
"Fuck. Last time I'm saying this—"
Sujin leaned down over me, bringing her face close.
Even staring into her eyes, I could see her breasts swaying in my peripheral vision.
And her pussy, straddling me, had gotten wet again, soaking my stomach.
Sujin said to me.
"I got no feelings for you."
I met her gaze steadily.
"I know."
She leaned in closer.
"But."
"..."
"I need your dick."
"That too."
Sujin glared at me with contempt.
"You know?"
I nodded.
Sujin brought her lips close, like she was about to kiss me.
Our noses touched.
She whispered.
"Us."
"..."
"Fuck buddies?"
The unexpected words made me blink in surprise.
"Huh?"
I flashed back to middle school, when Sujin had suddenly pecked me.
"You be my pet dick. Then—"
Her breath was hot.
"I'll be your dick house."
The room was silent, save for the occasional car outside.
I quietly moved my hands to grip her ass.
I wasn't that little kid anymore.
She snickered and kissed me.
We kissed.
Only our panting breaths filled the room.
We devoured each other's tongues wildly.
Her breasts pressed against my chest.
I felt her perky nipples.
Unable to hold back, I wrapped my arms around Sujin's waist and rolled us over on the bed.
"Hngh."
She ended up under me.
I pushed myself up, grabbed my rock-hard cock, and slapped her wet pussy with it.
No more excuses about filming.
Of course not.
My glans slid deep into her pussy.
"Hngh."
Sujin's hips bucked slightly.
I braced my hands beside her and started thrusting.
Squelch squelch squelch
Each piston stroke drew hot breaths from Sujin.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
She wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Kim Minwoo, what am I calling you?"
I thrust in deep.
"Pet dick?"
"Heuk!"
My glans stabbed her deepest spot, and Sujin's hips shot up.
Thud.
Her arched back hit the bed again.
I asked Sujin.
"And what are you?"
"...What."
"If I'm pet dick, what are you?"
She grinned.
"Pet dick owner?"
I stopped thrusting.
"Pet dick on strike?"
Sujin stuck out her tongue playfully and tickled my nipple with her finger, putting on a cute face.
"Whyyyy~"
Ughhh, this seductive bitch.
"You say it too. What am I?"
Sujin blushed and looked away.
Then she whispered.
"Kim Minwoo... dick house."
Fucking hell.
I started pounding her roughly.
Slam slam slam slam
"Haa. Haa. Our Minwoo. Fuck. When did you get so big. All you do is dick."
"Been big for a while."
"Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa."
Sujin silently squeezed her breasts, like begging me to suck them.
Her nipples stood out stiffly.
I leaned down and sucked greedily on the tasty pink nub.
"Haang♡"
Nothing was recording us.
Naturally.