Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Professor Seong Ji-yoon's Declaration of Slavery
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"Are you thinking of quitting your professor gig?"
She—Professor Seong Ji-yoon—couldn't believe the words coming out of the mouth of the man standing before her.
Her life had been one of rebellion against her outdated, patriarchal family environment. She'd thrown herself into studying abroad and self-improvement.
Sacrificing any interest in romance or the joys of her twenties in her prime, she'd elevated her own worth through sheer effort.
Thanks to that, she'd become a professor at a young age—a solid foundation, a stepping stone to even greater heights.
Days without compromising her body, backed by the trail of achievements that proved it. A wealthy family that provided support, despite the occasional squabbles.
Not direct heirs of a chaebol, but connected enough at the fringes to qualify her for marriage into such a lineage—and things had been progressing smoothly there too.
Smooth sailing, day after day.
Pride in having raised herself up through hard work, and the lofty self-esteem that came with it.
All of that had shaped the Seong Ji-yoon of today—along with a touch of arrogance.
And now.
A mere city council employee she'd brought along as fodder for casual chit-chat with assembly members if luck was on her side—a student, no less.
Was spouting off arrogantly right in front of her.
...Why does he suddenly make my skin crawl so much?
Just moments ago, she'd seen him as a useful mark—nothing more. But now, sharing the same space with him felt utterly repulsive.
He hadn't left a bad first impression, and she'd even planned to parade him around as a "close disciple" once or twice.
Now, just looking at him made her want to vomit.
Since she only saw him as conversational bait, it wouldn't matter much if she ditched him now that he disgusted her.
So with that arrogant remark still hanging in the air, and his irritating face she didn't want to see anymore, she wanted nothing more than to bolt...
But she couldn't.
'Quit? You think I'd want that?'
No way.
The professorship was just a stepping stone in her life too, but how many years had she sacrificed for it?
This was the moment to snap back: Watch your mouth, and if you have nothing else to say, get lost.
But she felt her body trembling. Her head spun dizzily for a second, and she realized she'd made a grave mistake.
The man before her was someone who could truly drag her down.
The realization hit without warning.
Perfectly naturally.
It lodged itself in her mind.
That's right... Why did I... how could I have said that? One word from him, and everything's over...!
No logic, no plausibility.
She knew it now, and she believed it.
She stumbled back without thinking, blurting out an excuse on reflex.
"W-Wait... If there's something you need, just tell me. If it's about tomorrow's schedule being a hassle, we can pretend this never happened..."
She had to appease him. She couldn't let it end here. Even as she made excuses, his gaze made her skin crawl, but she couldn't let it show.
She had to act confident, like always—like he was just another business partner.
She'd dealt with plenty of repulsive people before—not quite on his level, but enough.
So she figured she could handle this one the same way.
But then—
Thud.
Lee Sun-ha curled his lips into a smirk and stepped closer.
Then he reached out—
Smoothly...
Casually brushing the back of his hand against her breast.
Smack!
The instant he touched her, chills raced down her spine at the repulsive sensation. She swatted his arm away and snarled venomously.
"Are you insane?! That's it. This disgusting harassment—I'll report you right now..."
"Right now? Quit being a professor and go get married or something?"
"...What?"
"You think you're hot shit or something? Smart lady like you, saying something so stupid."
"What are you..."
"Cut the crap. You've got two choices, Professor."
His face—what she'd once thought gave off a warm, comforting vibe despite her cynicism—now twisted into a sleazy grin.
She couldn't flee the spot or utter another word. Rooted in place like a nail hammered down, she listened to what came next.
"Either chuck everything you've built over twenty years of grinding and become a worthless old spinster."
Tremble.
Her pride, her temper. Her body shook at that unacceptable, impossible nightmare scenario.
"Or."
His hand approached again. Slower than before—impossibly slow.
She watched it come but couldn't dodge.
Like a cockroach crawling up her skin, goosebumps erupted as she barely steadied herself and stood still.
This time, right on her ass over the skirt.
His hand rested there.
And he spoke again.
"Exactly one year."
"......"
"Live as my slave for exactly one year, and I won't mess with your life."
Squeeze.
Tears welled up as his hand kneaded her trembling ass—like prey before a predator.
From sheer disgust.
"What do you say? Ji-yoon."
Grind.
His insolent whisper up close, dropping the honorific, ground her teeth together.
But she already knew.
There weren't two choices.
Just one.
Professor Seong Ji-yoon was still glaring daggers at me, eyes fierce, body trembling before me.
I was inwardly impressed.
[SSR: Master of Blackmail]
You can impose a 'condition' and 'threaten' the target. No matter how absurd the condition or threat, the target will obey out of fear.
Requires target's favorability toward user to be negative.
Even with this SSR card in play, she wasn't crumbling right away—holding out on pure pride. Impressive.
I'd expected high self-esteem from what I'd seen and heard around campus, but not this level.
And even then.
[...Disgusting. To a trash like him...]
[No... How did I get this far...!]
I'd dumped favorability cards on her to tank it to -90, and still. Sure, sustaining that level of hatred forever would be unrealistic, so it'd bounce back eventually.
Made me curious, though. These text glimpses of her inner thoughts didn't quite capture how much she loathed me.
Whatever. No matter how much she hated me, the SSR card trumped it—she'd obey orders. Just with disgust and hesitation mixed in.
Squeeze.
Twitch!
Every time I kneaded her ass, her body jerked like she wanted to swat my arm away again.
Yet she clung to reason, knowing she couldn't for her own sake. Holding back like that was impressive too.
Peeking through her hair, her eyes flickered with fear and humiliation intertwined.
Fun to watch those conflicting emotions play out, but I had volunteer work later, so time to drive it home.
Unlike the other women, she was a professor—our relationship would be different. So I ramped up the roughness.
"I'm busy, can't wait around anymore. Counting to three from now. If you don't decide... no need to come to work tomorrow. Just rest up at home."
"......"
"Here we go. 3, 2, 1..."
"...I'll do it."
"What?"
I raced through like a game show host—not dragging it out, hitting 3-2-1 in about 1.5 seconds.
Head bowed, she mumbled like a mosquito.
I could guess, but pretended not to hear and asked again. Her trembling voice replied.
"I'll be your... slave... grr..."
"Oh yeah? Our university's pride and joy, the youngest English professor, Seong Ji-yoon, wants to be my slave?"
"......"
"Answer properly when I ask from now on, or it's over. Be clear. You'll be my slave?"
"...Yes."
"Good. Then show me proof."
"Proof...?"
Her face scrunched, eyes still venomous. I grinned and explained.
"Strip naked here, get on all fours, and say: 'I, starting today, will be Lee Sun-ha's slave for one year. Please use me as you wish.'"
"Wh-What...?"
Eyes wide in shock.
I didn't repeat.
Just low and steady.
"3, 2, 1... Done. Quit and get lost. Don't come to school tomorrow."
I turned to leave the lecture hall without hesitation. She grabbed me desperately.
"W-Wait...! I didn't say no..."
"Do I have to babysit your slave decision every time? Don't wanna? Then don't."
"......"
"See? Can't even answer properly. What kind of slave is that? Just say no."
Even grabbing me disgusted her, so her grip on my collar was loose. I shook it off and stepped away—only for her hand to snag me again.
Her playful tug, her speechless humiliation and pride...
I turned my head one last time, like it was her final chance.
"Last time I'm asking. Slave or no?"
I said it firm, emphasizing finality. She bit her lip, spitting blood-like words.
"...I'll... do it."
"If my slave hesitates on orders, I don't need her. You get that, right?"
"......Yes."
"Good. One minute. If you're still wearing even a sock after, it's over."
"H-Here? What if someone..."
"No one's coming. This time, no one's near this lecture hall. So quit stalling and hurry. Starting now."
AA field was up anyway, but yeah—this tucked-away room rarely saw traffic. Heard couples snuck in for hookups sometimes.
I perched on a desk, staring at my smartphone like I was timing her. Actually, just started recording video.
Grind...
Seeing me so casual, she ground her teeth loud enough for me to hear.
Then—
Pop, pop.
Undid her jacket buttons, shrugged it off. Next, her blouse.
Shh.
Top off in seconds. Pride matched her smarts—she knew she had to do it, no question.
She'd balked once, but knew twice was too much.
Soon, her pale skin and fancy light-purple bra came into view.
Small chest meant less visual appeal, but the thrill of a proud woman forced to submit and strip? Plenty fun.
"20 seconds left. Miss it, no redo."
"......Yes."
One show of obedience, and now answers were prompt. Her pace quickened too.
Blouse off, skirt down, stockings peeled and set aside.
Just the light-purple lingerie set left.
She'd kept in shape—small tits aside, the rest was flawless.
Slim waist, hips toned wide by workouts, bouncy ass.
Taut thighs to calves, no excess fat.
"......"
She paused, glancing at me. I spread my hand wide, then slowly folded fingers.
Click! Snap! Shh!
Bra unhooked, panties down.
The beauty who'd turned down profs and stirred male students alike stripped bare before me.
Soy-sauce-flat chest, pink nipples belying her thirties.
Neatly groomed pubes, untouched slit below.
"...I-I'm naked."
"On all fours and say the line. Smart professor like you wouldn't forget."
"Kkh..."
Wonder what her sense of honor felt like inside. Card power aside, I'd expected more hesitation, tears—but she stripped fast.
Now, face-down on the filthy floor, reciting.
"...I... starting today, for one year... am Lee Sun-ha's slave. Ngh... Please... use me as you wish... grind..."
"Smart heads nail the wording. Video proof's good too... I'll make good use of you."
Squish.
I kicked off my shoes, lightly stepping on her head.
"Say 'Thank you, Master.'"
"...Thank you, Master."
"Good. Now, time for a body inspection? On your feet."