Chapter 80
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: littleslave (1)
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I calmed Ayoung down with the door between us.
"No. Hey."
"You bastard. Who do you think it's because of that I ended up like this? Huh?"
...What.
It's because of you.
You held back and said you wouldn't squirt, and that's how it turned out.
-I almost said.
"Okay. Okay. Sorry. Just calm down for now."
Ayoung huffed and puffed as she spoke.
"Open the door."
With that, she shut the front door.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to open it or not.
But since she wasn't banging on the door and throwing a fit from outside, I took the risk and unhooked the chain.
When I opened the door, Ayoung glared at me like she wanted to kill me, but she didn't lunge at me. Instead, she stepped inside surprisingly calmly.
I asked her,
"Want something to drink?"
"Shut your mouth."
"..."
I clamped my mouth shut.
Ayoung gnawed on her nails for a long while, glaring at me, then finally spoke.
"I'm saying this one more time."
"..."
"I don't like slave play or anything like that. I can only cum if I get hit. And since those kinds of videos get popular, I'm just doing it to make money. Got it?"
You seemed to love it an awful lot for someone who doesn't.
"..."
I desperately held back the words I wanted to say and nodded.
Ayoung said,
"I just uploaded the video, so check it when it goes up. You have to promote it too if you want subscribers, right?"
"Yeah."
She finally uploaded it.
I asked her,
"Decided on a channel name?"
"Something like... Yujeong's Pink Diva?"
"Yeah, like that."
Ayoung seemed a bit less angry now.
She realized she was biting her nails and awkwardly lowered her hand as she spoke.
"I picked one and changed it, so just go with that."
For some reason, she avoided my eyes and her cheeks flushed slightly.
It was the default one.
Did she change it before uploading?
Ayoung said to me,
"Put some clothes on."
"...?"
Come to think of it, I was still in the drawstring sweats she'd given me after filming at the mall that time.
My still raging lower half was bulging out like a thick sweet potato under my underwear.
Ayoung glanced at my crotch, then lifted her gaze.
"Come to the office with me."
She meant we'd handle some quick office business, then fuck in the car on the way back.
"Sure."
The car is so cramped though...
"Meet me in the parking lot."
With that, she headed down to the third floor.
I went back to my room, grabbed some clothes, and while getting dressed, checked Ayoung's channel on my phone.
The channel name had already changed to littleslave.
*
The familiar university district scenery whipped by outside the car window.
On the way to Ayoung's office.
I was reviewing the videos Ayoung had uploaded on my phone.
"Master. Please hit me. I beg you. Ahh♡"
Slap.
The blonde beauty with a slender figure on screen thanked her master for making her squirt.
Ayoung, who was driving next to me, blushed and whipped her head toward me.
"You psycho. Turn the sound off at least."
"Nah, I was checking if the voice modulation was good. But it sounds exactly like yours?"
"We have to... modulate it?"
Ayoung looked like she'd never heard of it before.
"Sujin and Yujeong did it a little."
"You asshole. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I did. You forgot."
"..."
"Anyway, you disguised your face so well that we probably don't need to fix it."
"...Really?"
Of course, since only I'll ever see it.
"We need to keep it consistent, so no changing the voice from now on. Otherwise, we'd have to redo all eight videos you've uploaded. What do you want to do?"
Ayoung smacked her lips and turned the wheel.
"Whatever. Fuck it. Who's gonna recognize me?"
The car slowed and pulled into the parking lot.
We'd arrived at Ayoung's office.
After parking, Ayoung and I headed up to the office.
As we climbed the stairs, I asked,
"So why'd you call me here?"
"One of the office computers is acting up. Check it out."
"Any employees around?"
"Yeah."
"..."
This is gonna be awkward.
Ayoung led the way into the office.
"Hey boss."
"Oh, who's this?"
There were two female employees in the office.
Both looked older than Ayoung.
Ayoung glanced at me and said,
"Oh, a friend. Asked him to look at the computer."
I awkwardly bowed my head in greeting and followed Ayoung.
Ayoung turned on the computer and said,
"Look at this. Won't turn on."
I could hear the tower whirring inside, but nothing showed on the monitor.
...Hardware issue.
You should've said so beforehand.
How the hell am I supposed to fix this?
I glanced around the office and pointed to a dusty tower in the corner.
"Not using that one?"
"Yeah, old one. Too slow, so we replaced it. Can you fix it?"
"Dunno. Should've told me ahead of time."
I opened up the old tower and checked inside.
Meanwhile, Ayoung chatted with the employees.
"This one's selling well."
"Print more? Maybe 300 sheets to start?"
I pulled the RAM from the old one and swapped it into the new computer.
Oh, it works.
RAM problem.
One of the employees asked Ayoung something weird, but I pretended not to hear.
"Boss."
"Yeah?"
"Boyfriend?"
"No."
Ayoung recoiled in disgust.
'Cold bitch. It's not that big a deal.'
She must've still been holding onto how I'd teased her about calling me master earlier.
She smirked and said to the employees,
"Ahem. Not thinking about dating yet."
"Oh? So you're not totally against it then."
"No. He's really just a friend. A friend."
The other employee chimed in,
"What? You're like, almost dating."
"No, we're not..."
I put the old RAM back in and turned it on.
'It works?'
Guess the RAM wasn't faulty—just a bad connection.
Pretending otherwise, and annoyed at Ayoung pushing the "almost dating" narrative, I decided to pocket the new computer's RAM as my A/S fee.
Ayoung came over.
"What? You fixed it? Whoaaa."
"This one's busted."
"Yeah? Toss it then."
Perfect.
'I'll slot it into mine at home~'
I closed the tower and cleaned up.
Ayoung giggled and patted my head.
"Kuh. Good call bringing you. Saved some money."
Not a bad haul today.
I stood up from where I'd been crouching without a word.
One employee said warmly to me,
"Wow, you really are good with computers like she said."
"Huh?"
"Boss said you were a pro."
"Oh. Haha."
I don't know jack about hardware.
Ayoung slapped my back from the side.
"He looks kinda dumb, but back in high school he entered some computer contest and won an award."
The other employee asked me,
"You like the boss, right?"
"...Pardon?"
I awkwardly pretended not to hear.
"No."
Then the two employees giggled.
Ayoung smirked, lifting the corner of her mouth, and nudged my arm.
"He likes me."
The two employees burst into squeals of delight.
'RAM value. This is RAM value...'
In front of these three women who were at least 80% into that dominant stuff, I endured the awkwardness and said,
"Ahem. Since she doesn't like it, I'm not interested right now."
Ayoung nudged my arm.
"Hey. You don't have to say that."
The employees shrieked, slapping each other's arms or the desks.
Ayoung clapped her hands, her face slightly flushed, and said,
"Alright. Time to head out, everyone. Clock's ticking."
One employee narrowed her eyes slyly.
"Why? What are you two gonna do?"
"What do you mean? Go home already. Don't call us a black company."
Ayoung practically chased the two employees out.
Click-
The door shut, and the office fell quiet.
"Ahem."
Ayoung cleared her throat pointlessly and turned to me.
I raised my hand and said,
"Mind if I wash my hands?"
"Over there. Bathroom."
I went to the bathroom and washed up.
'Bathtub and bidet too. Nice.'
I checked my face in the bathroom mirror for no reason.
'Eh, honestly, not bad.'
But thinking of Sujin or Yujeong or Ayoung standing next to me made me feel a bit inadequate anyway.
I wonder how it'd look.
Even those employees just now—did they think so?
Did they scoff inside when they heard I'd confessed?
Like, as if.
Tsk.
I shook my head and smacked my lips for no reason.
No.
'Sujin said the other day.'
That I'm cute.
That my dick tastes good.
I imagined Sujin, Yujeong, and Ayoung in the bathroom mirror with me again.
This time, they were all naked.
"Hm."
Not inadequate at all.
Sujin said she couldn't live without my dick.
She might've been hyping me up a bit.
But it wasn't empty words.
'Yeah. Kim Minwoo. Have some confidence.'
Knock. Knock.
"What're you doing in there?"
Ayoung's voice.
I opened the door.
...!
Ayoung stood there in lingerie with a garter belt.
The white lingerie set looked just like something a bride would wear on her wedding night.
Seeing my eyes go wide, Ayoung grinned.
"How's it look?"
She spun around once.
The panties left her ass completely exposed, her pale cheeks jiggling tautly and drawing the eye.
'Whoa. Fuck.'
Clothes like this are definitely hotter than straight-up naked.
I glanced around the office and said,
"You wanna do it here?"
I thought it'd be in the car.
Ayoung set up the tripod with the camera and said,
"Hurry up and strip. Employees won't come back. Door's locked tight."
"Uhmm..."
"What? Worried about something?"
I peered from the bathroom doorway and said,
"Feels risky."
"Why?"
"Gives away the bathroom location. And that lingerie you're wearing. If one of your employees subscribes to our OnlyFans later, they'll recognize it. Voice matches too."
Of course, our fake OnlyFans has zero subscribers to begin with.
But in a situation like this, sounding like a real OnlyFans operator with legit concerns keeps them from suspecting.
Ayoung let out a hollow laugh.
"Pfft. As if they'd subscribe. Quit bullshitting and strip."
Pretending to give in, I started undressing and asked,
"No collar?"
Ayoung glanced at her handbag and said,
"Brought it, but... fuck. I don't wanna wear it if you're gonna go on about master this and that again."
"Fine. Up to you."
"Instead, I grabbed this from Sujin's room..."
Ayoung rummaged in her bag.
"This. Didn't know what it was. What's it for?"
In her hand was a gag ball for the mouth.