Chapter 97
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Collective Punishment (2)
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I stood by the window, watching Lee Jinhyeok's retreating figure as he walked away.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket as he rounded the alley corner.
Ayoung's phone rang from where she sat on the living room sofa.
I walked over to her and nodded for her to pick it up.
Ayoung answered.
"Why."
-You coming home this weekend?
Even without speaker mode, Jinhyeok's voice came through clearly.
Ayoung turned on the speaker so I could hear too.
"Why would I come on the weekend? I'm busy."
-Bring the car.
"You crazy bastard. Just borrow Mom's car or something? Or rent one."
-Come on. Just for three days. If you don't, I'll tell Dad you're shacking up with some guy?
Ayoung shot me a quick glance before yelling.
"You wanna die? Hey. What do you mean shacking up? I'm recording this anyway, so I can just play it for him."
-...Whatever. Living in the same building is fucking shacking up.
I sat down next to Ayoung and wrapped an arm around her waist.
A lovely fragrance wafted from her snowy-white nape.
Unlike what I'd expected, she didn't push my hand away and stayed focused on the call.
"Haa... Why do you live like that? What happened to your car?"
-Crashed it and left it at the shop.
"...Fuck. I really don't wanna lend it anymore."
-If you don't, I won't go easy on your boyfriend. For real.
"What bullshit. He's not my boyfriend."
-Whatever. Tell him I won't go easy.
I grabbed Ayoung's breast and kneaded it lightly.
I pressed my lips to her nape.
Ayoung let out a sigh and muttered.
"Won't go easy? He couldn't even graze you and got his ass kicked."
-...If I land the first punch, anything's possible.
"You crazy fuck. You got beat because your first swing got blocked."
-...
I slipped my hand under her skirt.
She grabbed it quick.
"So Mom and Dad don't know about the crash, right?"
-...
"I won't tell them, so rent a car for your trip with your girlfriend. I'll cover the rental fee. Deal?"
-...
Jinhyeok went quiet.
Ayoung piled on.
"Choose. Get busted by Dad about the crash and take a beating like last time. Or rent quietly and go on your trip."
-...Ugh. You covering the full rental? What about the hotel...?
"Haa. Fuck. I wanna tear your goddamn mouth off."
Her vicious words made even me flinch.
-That's harsh to your oppa.
Yeah. It was harsh.
Ayoung let go of the hand gripping my arm and rubbed her forehead.
"You're the harsh one. Fuck. You try to beat up your little sister's friend right in front of her? How am I supposed to look Kim Minwoo in the face? Huh?"
I stealthily slid my hand back toward her skirt's target.
My hand slipped inside the skirt, worming into her shorts panties.
I naturally started rubbing between the parted valley.
Ayoung held still the arm stroking between her thighs, but she didn't shove it away.
-No... That fucker... looks down on me...
"You think people forget you beating him up in high school? You think he looks at you favorably?"
-You're still holding onto that...?
My hand rubbed Ayoung's valley faster and faster.
I could feel it getting slick.
"Here's the deal. I'll cover rental and hotel-"
-For real?
"If you want the cash, apologize to Kim Minwoo."
-What?
"I'll send his number by text."
-Hey!
Click.
Ayoung hung up and texted Jinhyeok my contact info.
I said to her.
"No need to go that far. It's not like he's groveling."
"Thinking about it, he had it coming. That fucker needs a beating. Ugh."
She shook her head and texted Jinhyeok.
Do it right. Or no money.
Hey
Oppa got hit and now you want me to apologize?
Fuck it, don't need that cash.
While I kept rubbing her pussy, I whispered in Ayoung's ear.
"He says no."
I moved my hand even rougher.
Ayoung must've been revving up after days without it.
"Haa. Haa."
Her breaths grew hot and her face desperate.
Ayoung set her phone down and turned her head.
"You... Hng. Touching so sneaky and casual?"
"What's wrong with the owner groping his sex slave?"
"You fuck. I said don't get the wrong idea."
When I licked her lips with my tongue tip, she reflexively stuck hers out.
Our tongues tangled.
I soothed her by gently kneading her breast and pussy.
"I know. Only touch during shoots, right?"
"Yeah. You know."
"Then wanna shoot? Supposed to yesterday anyway, didn't."
Ayoung grinned.
"You like me pretending slave that much?"
"I like it, but today I just wanna use you like one."
"Why, take it out on me?"
"Something like that."
"Tch- What is this. Not like it's collective punishment."
I pulled my hand from between her thighs.
Showed her my juice-soaked fingers.
"Oh. Check this out."
Sticky fluid stretched between them.
Ayoung smacked my hand away.
"Fuck. Cut it out, you moron."
"So, you in? Or if not, Yujeong gets off work later, I'll do her."
"Yujeong... as sex slave?"
She asked with a slight pout.
"Didn't ask. If I do, she'll probably."
"..."
"But you calling me Master tastes better."
"You real crazy fuck."
Ayoung snickered anyway.
I stood, tugged her wrist.
"C'mon. Sex slave slut."
Ayoung acted reluctant but followed.
"Really... just today? I'm only doing it cuz I feel kinda bad for no reason..."
We headed into the bedroom.
Pang pang—the sounds echoed loud through the room.
"Aang. Aaang♡"
Every time my huge cock hammered in like a pile driver doggy-style, Ayoung moaned like a bitch in heat.
I yanked the dog collar taut and plunged the thick milk rod deep into her pussy.
The collar stretched tight, snapping her head back.
"Aheuk!"
Her slender waist arched prettily.
The taut, hip-thrust ass quivered.
"Auuuaaaang♥ Masssterrr."
I stroked her spasming ass and asked.
"Feels good?"
As if expecting a smack any second, Ayoung nodded frantically mid-climax.
"Yess. S'goood. Massster."
Ayoung kept glancing sideways, begging for a hit.
Cumming during spasms doubled the pleasure.
She knew I knew.
"Aung."
Ayoung arched her back like a shrimp, then hollowed it down, over and over.
She looked lost.
"Wanna get hit?"
"Haa. Haang. Yes. Master."
No camera filming us.
Still, Ayoung seemed set to play sex slave faithfully all day.
Probably felt bad over her brother's mess.
I thumbed her pink anal nestled between her cheeks.
"Euuung~"
Ayoung played coy like no.
I gripped one cheek and slid my cock out.
"Hueuk."
Ayoung's waist twitched.
Her gaping pussy clenched shut in an instant, long strings of juice trailing out.
I stepped off the bed and tugged the leash.
"Down."
"To the... floor?"
"Yeah."
Ayoung eyed the floor and bed back and forth, conflicted.
Debating walk or crawl down, probably.
"Crawl down."
She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, planted hands on the bed's edge.
Used the frame like stairs to descend safely to the floor.
Doggy-prostrated on the bedroom floor, Ayoung gazed up at me.
Her face mixed humiliated thrill and cum-denied desperation.
I tugged the leash.
"Follow."
Ayoung crawled after me from bedroom to living room.
On hands and knees, of course.
I walked slow to let her keep up.
Love juice dripped from her crotch the whole way to the window, leaving long trails.
I positioned sideways to the window.
Ayoung prostrated at my feet.
No curtains—if someone was on a nearby rooftop, they might see.
I stepped up to her prone form, spread my legs, and lowered my hips.
Thrust my raging hard-on to her mouth.
Without a word from me, Ayoung parted her lips and took it.
Lips clenched just right, so I rested a hand on her pink hair and rocked my hips slow.
Legs spread to match her prone height, thrusting away—vulgar as hell, even to me.
I grabbed her hair and shook lightly while pumping.
"Um. Um. Um. Um."
Ayoung slurped diligently with her well-trained mouth-pussy onahole.
"Uuum. Um."
Her eyes glazed over, climax building.
One floor-propped hand grazed my thigh, then dropped.
Let me cum. Make it quick.
Drool leaked from cock-stuffed lips, trailing down her chin.
I eased out slow.
"Puhaak."
With the girth gone, Ayoung twisted her hips desperately.
"Hee. Heek."
"Wanna cum?"
"...Yess. Master."
"How do you beg?"
Ayoung looked up, face frantic.
"Please... Master."
"Good girl."
I grabbed my phone from the sofa.
"Turn around."
Ayoung eyed the phone warily but obeyed.
Long juice strings dangled from her spread thighs.
Ding-
I hit record and said.
"Head to the floor. Prostrate."
"..."
To her hesitation.
"I'll make you cum right now. Hurry."
Ayoung hadn't cum in two days, not even once in the bedroom earlier.
Her body's desperation screamed it.
After a beat, she pressed her head to the living room floor and prostrated.
Ass hiked invitingly at me.
I balanced the leash handle precariously in her ass crack.
"Hands back. Spread your ass."
"Hng. Master..."
"For real. Cum right away."
"Huu."
Ayoung reached back and pried her cheeks apart.
Pink pussy lips parted, hole winking.
I commanded her.
"Cum."