Chapter 68
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Ji-yoon, Want to Make a Bet with Me?
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"Um... so starting today, we..."
"Noona."
Yesterday, we'd gone at it so much during breakfast and lunch that by nighttime, I just got Eun-ha noona off once before we fell asleep together.
And when I got up early that morning for my volunteer gig, showered, and stepped out of the motel...
...Eun-ha noona—who still had a decent favorability level hanging on—tried to speak up all shyly, twisting her body, but I cut her off.
"You know we were both drunk yesterday and not exactly in our right minds, right?"
"Ah..."
My tone sounded just like someone trying to wrap things up as a one-night stand, and her face clouded over in an instant.
But that expression didn't feel like she was blaming me or seeing me as some trashy scumbag.
It was just pure regret.
This noona... she strikes me as the type who'd give a guy everything—guts and all—if she hooked up with the wrong one.
I'd pegged her as sweet but with solid views on relationships and some real backbone, but turns out she's the kind who can't cut ties once she gets attached.
I stared at the sulking Eun-ha noona for a moment before continuing.
"So head home and think it over properly. If you still wanna see me after that... give me a call then. I'll be waiting."
"Uh, yeah! Got it!"
For me, it was just laying down a preventive measure—no cards used or anything, and if her favor dropped, it'd get annoying.
But to her, even that came off as thoughtful. Her face lit up, blooming into a bright smile.
She had that strong "pretty everyday girl" vibe that was cute and all, but with all the women I already had on rotation...
If she actually reached out later, I'd play around with her a bit more. After all, she was the noona I'd gotten off.
I'd given her my spy phone number, of course—not letting on about my girlfriend.
"Alright, I'm heading out. It's the professor's event, so I can't be late."
"Be safe! Plant those trees hard!"
"You too, noona. Get home safe."
"Yeah...♡"
I left under her send-off. A bit of one-night-stand play, but all in all, a solid night.
Whatever, she might call, might not. Either way, no skin off my back.
I strolled casually out to the main road and made a call.
-Ring, ring, ring, beep!
"Ji-yoon, mind picking me up?"
A sleek white foreign car pulled up right in front of me thirty minutes after my call.
I slid into the passenger seat and greeted the woman gripping the wheel.
"Our little Ji-yoon. Two days, huh?"
"...Yes, Master."
"Snapped some good pics today too. Lemme see."
The order to write "slave [however many] days" on her lower belly every single day.
I'd gotten the photos yesterday and today, sure, but I still had to check in person when we met.
"......"
-Click, slide.
Professor Seong Ji-yoon's icy face didn't so much as twitch at my command. She silently unbuttoned her slacks and hiked up her blouse to reveal the writing on her lower belly.
[Seong Ji-yoon, Slave Day 3]
The writing was a bit sloppy—probably from the rage while scribbling—but legible enough, so I'd let it slide.
"Good thing my slave girl's behaving. Want a little reward?"
I gently stroked her lower belly, then slipped my hand into the black panties peeking out to fondle her pussy.
"Hng...!"
Disgust frosted over her face as her body shuddered, but she didn't resist my touch. I loved how she bit down hard on those plump red lips in frustration.
-Swish, rub... squelch...!
"Master's giving you a reward, and you don't even say anything?"
"Gr... Th-thank you, Master..."
"Thank me for what?"
"For... touching my pussy..."
"That's right. Popping your virgin slave cherry, treating you all cute like this—you oughta be grateful. Yeah?"
"...Ugh... Yes, Master."
I teased the cleft of her mound and her clit just enough, and her juices finally started leaking out.
I worked my fingers through it until they were soaked, then pulled them free from her panties.
I pressed them to Ji-yoon's lips.
"Clean 'em up."
"...Slurp... Churu..."
Her expression screamed revulsion, her eyes shooting daggers at me, but I didn't bother correcting that.
Watching her like that just made tormenting her all the more fun—and damn, she was hot.
Her saliva-slick fingers now thoroughly coated. I tapped her cheek with them.
"Drive."
"......Yes... grrr..."
-Shiver, shiver.
Okay, this was getting kinda scary.
She was trembling so hard with fury—hope she didn't crash or something.
A little freaked, I buckled up tight and headed comfy to the volunteer site.
No traffic, so we arrived quick at the national park—packed with people.
A massive city-sponsored tree-planting event.
Way more regular citizens than actual volunteers.
Exactly the kind of volunteer work I hated. Not just volunteering—endless greetings upfront, restrictions galore, total hassle.
Might as well call it a networking schmooze-fest.
I linked up right away with the club members. Just the two of us, though—the rest were ghost members.
"Dinner service? Saw that on my way by—you were doing it too, huh."
"You saw? It's a trek from campus."
"Had plans nearby. You really do everything... feel bad for dragging you into the club..."
"Told you it's fine. Networking's key in this stuff—getting tight with the prez is win enough."
"Aw, now I feel shy."
Volunteering itself was nothing special. Groups of folks just picking up trash and planting trees as the city officials directed.
Regular participants focused on planting; us volunteers handled trash pickup and assisting nearby.
And we drew trash duty.
At roll call, an official who remembered me offered tree-planting duty, but I passed—too annoying.
Just chilled chatting with the club prez senior while picking trash easy-mode.
The professor had ditched early for her own schmoozing rounds.
Nothing strenuous, but pity—it wasn't the type to rack up big points.
Guess I'd make it up by tormenting Ji-yoon extra hard later.
"Senior, here—water."
"Thanks."
Shin Su-a brought me water while I lazily tonged trash.
The petite, passive freshman I'd roughly fucked with a card before.
Wondered why her favor toward me ticked up a bit after. No memory of it, even.
Not like she was head over heels or anything. Still seemed to be in that flirty phase with the club prez.
They looked ready to date any second, but surprisingly, it was dragging on.
Gotta sneak a peek at Su-a's KakaoTalk later. Suddenly curious.
"Not too rough?"
"A little... but this much is fine."
"Good. If it gets tougher, tell the prez and rest up. Mountain paths are brutal."
"Will do."
We chatted at that casual senior-underclassman level—not too distant.
Suddenly flashed back to that standing fuck we'd had.
Her pussy wasn't the tightest for pounding, but damn, that standing sex had hit right.
Short talk over, she wandered off—then cozied up to the prez with water, chatting all cheery.
Mutual crush obvious as day.
'Hmm...'
Should I spy-send the prez a pic of Su-a slurping my dick? Or her creampied, cum dripping from her pussy?
'Could be fun.'
If they actually start dating, hit him with it then.
I grinned at the future amusement, cheering on the happy duo.
Hope one confesses, fucks, and seals the deal soon.
Pretty grueling physically, so after munching the snacks they handed out, the event wrapped at 4 p.m.
Post-event, scarfed a delicious dinner on the prez senior's tab, then headed home to grab my adult toys and summon Ji-yoon again.
Rode her car to her swanky apartment.
If she'd lived with family, hotel it was—but solo? Her place works fine.
Past security tighter than Fort Knox, elevator up, into her pad.
"Damn, you live nice. Yours?"
"...Yes."
"Ooh~"
No way a prof scores this early—parents' gift, bet.
From the foyer, smooth marble floors—I toured her place leisurely.
Three rooms, not huge, but that made the luxury shine brighter.
The kind of spot that screams "rich life goals."
Loved the full-options apartment setup, and her minimalist decor matched my taste.
Living room to closet, bedroom, kitchen—full loop, back to living room.
"What're you doing? Alone with your master—how long you gonna stay dressed?"
I stripped on the spot, urging her on.
Naked in seconds, sprawled comfy on the long sofa. Pricey thing felt insane.
"......"
Before me, her trembling hands slowly shed shirt, pants, socks, bra, panties.
Two days later: still that firm, balanced, gorgeous figure—contrasted by her small tits.
Pity the size, but somehow, slender Seong Ji-yoon just suited this body perfectly.
Her personality fit slim—big tits would've clashed.
To her, head bowed, body quaking with humiliation...
-Swish.
I extended my foot, toes nudging her pussy.
"......"
No reaction whatsoever. Just stared coldly down at my foot.
Not enough, huh? Pulled away.
"Suck."
".........Yes, Master."
Long pause in her reply—bet she ripped me apart in her head three times over.
Anyway, she dropped to her knees, grabbed my foot, brought it close to her face...
"...Urp..."
Gagged hard—revulsion rising or foot stink, who knows.
I mashed my foot against her face.
"Every damn inch clean. You know what happens if not."
"Mmph... Yes... Hng..."
Face all scrunched, breath held, lips wrapping my big toe. Warm, wet—rough tongue testing, flicking like tasting.
Proud Professor Seong Ji-yoon naked on knees, licking toes? Had to snap this.
Phone in one hand, I savored the ticklish thrill, watching gleefully.
"Slurp... lick..."
"Enough."
Pulled back once one foot glistened fully in her spit.
She instantly glared murder at me.
Cute. Other foot next? Nah—fun idea hit me.
"Ji-yoon, wanna bet?"
"...A bet?"
"Yeah. See this? My dick."
I pointed to my rock-hard cock between my legs. Her face twisted in ultimate disgust.
"You suck it, make me cum in five minutes—I knock a month off your slave term."
"......!"
Eyes bugged at the bold offer. Success or not, she's mine a year—but she doesn't know that.
Plus, she knew she'd suck it anyway.
"Fail, you get punished. No extensions, promise. Deal?"
"I'll do it."
No hesitation. Deadly serious, she approached my dick.
"Ugh..."
Shuddered at the smell—disgust resurfaced—but no backing down.
Her war-face had me stifling laughs as I hit record.
"Go!"
"Hawp... chup...!"
"Hey, teeth! No teeth!"
"Mmph...!"
Month-blind, she's going hard with that pretty mouth.
But aside from the recent cleanup, zero fellatio experience—think she can make me bust with just her mouth?