Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Ayoung Who Hasn't Had It in a Week (3)
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As the shower gown slipped down, two snow-white breasts—each just the right size to fill one hand—revealed themselves in all their pretty glory.
Two chains extending from the dog collar led down to her chest, where cute clamps bit delicately into her pink nipples.
Lowering my gaze, I caught a glimpse of the uterus tattoo on her smooth lower abdomen.
It must have been one of the things Sujin bought last time; she'd gotten it done.
I quickly grabbed the falling shower gown and draped it back over Ayoung.
'So this is what Sujin meant by getting her ready and sending her over—a full-on sex slave concept for filming.'
Ayoung looked down at me with a bewildered expression.
The intent was obvious.
Ayoung needed money.
Slave play videos were a hit on both Sujin's channel and Yujeong's, something I'd helped make popular.
Sujin must have realized that was what subscribers wanted and convinced Ayoung to try it—said it made good money.
Of course, I was all for it, but there was something we needed to talk about first.
I patted the sofa and said,
"Let's talk first. You need money?"
The mention of money made Ayoung flush awkwardly as she pulled the front of her shower gown closed.
She came over and sat beside me.
She crossed her shapely, smooth legs seductively.
Ayoung straightened her back with pride and said,
"Maybe around 500? It's for the employees' salaries. If you help me out just this month, I'll pay you back next month right away."
"But... did you really sink all your earnings into it so far?"
Ayoung furrowed her brow.
"Ah, fuck. Are you gonna lend it or not?"
"I will, I'm just curious."
She slumped back into the sofa and said,
"It wasn't a total loss or anything. It's all in the warehouse anyway, and selling it would turn a profit."
"Hmm..."
If anyone saw Ayoung right now, they'd think she was one lucky sex slave who'd hit the jackpot with her master.
She propped her head on her arm and muttered,
"No drop in members. Page views are holding steady too. They're just hesitating to buy because of the issues. It'll be fine. Fuck. It'll bounce back quick."
Ayoung said that, then turned her gaze from the ceiling to me.
"Am I doing this for real now?"
"...Doing what?"
Ayoung nodded toward the camera.
"OnlyFans."
"Ah."
I nodded.
What, had she been cheetah-grinning this whole time?
Her face a bit flushed, she explained her look.
"Sujin said the slave concept gets great reactions from subs? And it grows fast."
"Well... yeah, it does."
"Plus, somehow... I, uh... fit the whole getting-beaten thing. So... yeah, it suits me, right?"
I asked,
"Send you 500 now?"
Ayoung sat up.
"You sure? Lending me that won't screw you over?"
"Eh... it's just spare cash."
"What if I don't pay you back?"
On the sofa, she scooted toward me like a mermaid, legs pressed together.
A glimpse of her pudding-like breast peeked from the gown's gap, and the cherry scent wafting from her body made my head spin.
I barely managed to speak.
"You won't?"
"You idiot, I will. Just asking."
"Then we're good?"
Ayoung avoided my eyes.
She stared at her toes and muttered,
"No, just... what makes you trust me enough to lend it?"
"You don't have to pay it back."
Ayoung whipped her head toward me.
We were so close, a kiss wouldn't have been out of place.
She glanced at my lips, then met my eyes again.
"Why?"
"Think of it as investment capital."
"What?"
"Lend it as 500, get it back next month. Or take it as investment and skip the payback."
"...?"
"No payback—just give me a cut of the profits each month like dividends."
Ayoung whipped her head back to her feet.
She wiggled her toes and said,
"...You're investing? In me?"
"If paying back's tough for you?"
Ayoung fell silent, lost in thought.
Then she turned to me.
"If the shop tanks, you won't see that 500."
"Obviously. It's an investment."
"You trust me?"
I nodded like it was a given.
"Yeah. Feels like you'll do well."
Honestly, it was a bit of a gamble.
Sujin and Yujeong had raked in cash from 'Sujin Fisheries' and 'Yujeong Feed' stocks, but there was no stock tied to Ayoung.
'So why not invest in Ayoung's company?'
That impulse led to the offer.
Ayoung said,
"Three... no, five percent?"
"Of what?"
"Five percent of net profits every month."
Eh?
"Isn't that too much?"
I'd been hoping for 2-3%.
If Ayoung's shop just held steady, 5% would net me 50 a month.
Leave it a year, and it's pure profit no matter what.
Instead of answering, Ayoung threw her arms around me and pushed me down onto the sofa.
Straddling me, she brought her lips teasingly close.
Her heated breath washed over my face.
"You trusted me, so that's the least I can do. And anyway..."
Anyway?
Ayoung trailed off.
She lightly sucked on my lower lip.
I muttered at the ceiling,
"Cameras aren't rolling."
Ayoung said,
"So?"
She kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and tangled our tongues.
'Looks like I've developed some weird fetish.'
Just normal skinship without filming was twice as exciting as doing it on camera.
Mid-kiss, I rolled us over while holding her waist.
"Hngh."
Now Ayoung was beneath me, me on top.
She hugged my neck tight, ignoring any hierarchy, and focused solely on the kiss.
How much time passed?
Nearly 30 minutes—we savored each other's lips and tongues in every way imaginable.
When our lips parted, Ayoung stuck out her tongue on habit and panted.
"Hahk. Hahk."
"Wanna film?"
I asked her.
Ayoung nodded eagerly.
Before turning on the camera, I indulged a little greedily.
I gently parted her shower gown and cupped one exposed breast.
"Why."
She swallowed hard.
Now realizing we'd never done it without filming, her face turned awkward and shy.
I lightly lifted the chain from the clamp on her nipple.
As the chain from the dog collar went taut, her pink nipple was tugged upward.
A little harder, and the clamp would pop off, her breast jiggling like pudding.
Ayoung giggled.
"You get off on this stuff?"
I released the chain and spread the gown wider.
I softly stroked the uterus tattoo on her exposed lower belly.
"Filming for real slave concept?"
Ayoung, embarrassed, covered her belly with the gown and sat up.
"S-Sujin said it's the best for gaining subs. Isn't it?"
"It is, but... can you handle it, Ayoung?"
"I can. Anyway... it fits with you having to beat me."
Her eyes met mine, and she looked away.
I stood and headed to the camera, saying,
"Strip."
The shower gown and clothes lay scattered on the floor.
Ayoung was on all fours on the sofa, naked like a dog.
I checked the camera angle, then tugged the dog collar.
"Come here more."
Pulled by the collar, she shook her head side to side as if it chafed her neck, then crawled toward me.
Standing by the sofa, I propped one leg up on it.
My fully erect massive cock was mere inches from Ayoung's face.
Ayoung stared at my dick, swallowed nervously, and looked up at me.
She said to me,
"First time, so don't go too rough. Got it?"
A slightly scared face.
I asked Ayoung,
"Planning to do it like this next time too?"
"If today's video gets good reactions?"
That wasn't the issue.
It'd definitely blow up.
Her pussy juices were dripping steadily from between her legs onto the leather sofa.
I nodded at her already slightly reddened ass.
"You hit yourself?"
Ayoung blushed and pouted.
"Fuck. You wouldn't get it. Can't cum, it sucks so bad..."
"Guys too."
She widened her eyes in surprise.
"Really?"
"Not to the death level, but it's rough."
"You're full of shit."
Instead of answering, I pressed my cock to her lips.
"Lick. I'll spank you."
"..."
Ayoung glanced between the camera and my dick, then said,
"Fuck you."
"...?"
"What am I supposed to do when Master says that?"
Well, well?
She'd come more prepared than I thought.
'Edit up to here. Now the real start.'
I glanced at the camera and yanked the dog collar tight, commanding,
"Lick."
Ayoung looked up at me with a fearful—no, submissive slave's face and said,
"Yes, Master."
She crawled the inch closer and licked my cock without hesitation.
I wrapped the collar's handle around my hand once.
Ayoung obediently lapped at my glans.
The juices dripping from between her legs had stretched into long strings, continuously trailing unbroken to the leather sofa.
Drool dripped from the tip of her tongue licking my shaft too.
"Heh. Heh."
Embarrassed, she discreetly wiped the drool she'd spilled on the sofa with her hand while on all fours.
Even though it was her first time, Ayoung licked busily, unable to stop—like someone addicted.
I commanded her,
"Stop. Freeze."
Ayoung halted her licking and, still on all fours, tilted her head back slightly.
'She listens well.'
I grabbed Ayoung's chin as she looked up.
"Tongue."
Understanding, she obediently stuck out her tongue long.
A week.
A whole week without cumming—she'd even spanked her own ass for it.
She writhed and squirmed restlessly.
Desperate to cum, plain as day.
"Heh. Hehk."
Drool dangled long from the tip of her tongue.