Rabbit Hole Share House! (9)
Yeon-ha’s most confident dishes were fermented soybean stew and braised short ribs. She was pretty good at bulgogi, too.
All of it had been tailored to Colossus’s palate. Because Colossus liked those meals best, she had poured her heart into perfecting them.
Which meant the food she had prepared for Tran Van Bao right now was not only her specialty but also the dishes that proved her love for Colossus.
“Ang~ Say ahh….”
“Aaam~”
She sat completely naked except for an apron, perched on Tran Van Bao’s lap and feeding him by hand.
Tran Van Bao’s cock jutted up stiffly, twitching and trapped between her soft thighs, while his other hands busily kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples.
Yeon-ha tried her hardest to ignore the cock squirming between her legs as she kept working the spoon.
“This one finds it fucking disgusting! Smelly and no good at all! You dare serve this one this as cooking?”
“B-but this is…”
“But nothing! Botal Rabbit needs to learn how to cook. That is basic qualification for a wife!”
Even after living in Korea a long time, he was still Vietnamese at heart. The flavors did not suit Tran Van Bao’s tongue perfectly.
Especially fermented soybean stew—it was a dish foreigners either loved or hated with violent passion. The strange one was Colossus, a foreigner who liked it more than most Korean men.
It was best compared to a Korean struggling with tom yum goong loaded with cilantro. Exactly the reverse situation.
“Every time you talk back from now on, this one will stir your cunt. If it exceeds ten times, this one will release the Sensory Block. Personally, Tran Van Bao looks forward to it. Because your bad habits will be thoroughly corrected.”
“Hiiik…! I-I understand! I’m sorry!! I’ll learn Vietnamese cooking…!”
Further defiance will result in immediate release of the Sensory Block. Extreme sensitivity overload guaranteed.
-Squelch♡
The strange fullness from below made Yeon-ha flinch and look down. A finger had pushed its way inside her pussy.
Her juices spurted out with a wet splash. Seeing it, Yeon-ha wore an incredulous expression and asked in a shaking voice.
“Why…? Why did you do that? I-I apologized!”
“Not Vietnam. You must say ‘our country.’ Because you will marry this one, Vietnam has become your motherland.”
“Wh-what the…!!”
-Squelch, squish♡ squelch♡ glorp♡
“I-I get it! I get it! It’s our country!”
“You must cultivate patriotism. This one is patriotic conservative Tran Van Bao. Always be careful.”
“Y-yes, yesss. So please take it out quickly! It’s scary, I’m telling you!!”
It was terrifying precisely because she felt nothing.
Only the alien sensation of a finger invading her registered.
Her own pussy twitching and gulping around the intrusion, her thighs drenched and glistening with leaking juices—those sights frightened her more than anything.
This was definitely going to make her cum…?
Remembering what had happened when the Sensory Block was lifted, she shivered violently.
Though no pleasure reached her lower belly, the all-night orgasm denial training remained vividly burned into her body.
Her gaze would lock onto the twitching cock between her thighs as if nailed there.
She would stand in a daze, only to snap back and find herself groping her own stomach.
Even while walking normally her mind would suddenly cut out, blank for several seconds at a time.
She had no memory of returning to the bedroom after yesterday’s training ended.
The rational Yeon-ha, the proud Botal Rabbit, felt like she was slowly disappearing.
This sensation of her existence growing faint. The feeling that she was turning into a mindless doll that existed only to accept pleasure—it sent chills down her spine.
And what scared her even more was that she was secretly anticipating that very fear.
Her own degradation. The self-destructive, humiliating version of herself that she could neither accept nor admit she wanted.
Yet that image… thrilled her.
Just like the porn videos she watched so often, like those fictional situations.
It felt as if her own face was slowly being superimposed over the AV actresses who screamed in pleasure while being forcibly defiled.
And that was…
Taboo.
It must never happen. She was an S-class hero, the entertainer South Korea was proudest of, the most famous and powerful hero in the country.
The great hero whom men and women of all ages admired and longed to emulate could not fall so low.
-Squish♡
“The spoon stopped. Add more meat and feed this one.”
“Yes, yesss!”
She had been lost in thought with a vacant face, but the moment the finger stirred inside her cunt she shuddered and hurriedly moved again.
While she fed him, washed the dishes, and bathed Tran Van Bao, she was taught the life of “service.”
For example, when washing dishes she had to arch her back and thrust her ass out so it could be groped easily.
When bathing him she had to lather his body with her breasts, then after rinsing, use her tongue to polish every inch of him.
When she heard those instructions, Yeon-ha—who had been diligently soaping and rinsing Tran Van Bao’s body—flinched and staggered backward.
“Th-that’s disgusting! This… this is too much!!”
“Mm. It seems additional education is required.”
“W-wait! Just a second…!! Eugh♡”
“Sensory activation” was a magic word. Once spoken, she became obedient in an instant.
At a single gesture from Tran Van Bao, Yeon-ha collapsed inside the wet shower stall and spent a long time twitching and drooling.
After her strength gave out, she never complained again. She obediently pressed her lips to his toes, his legs, his cock, and even his asshole.
“Are you not using your tongue? Your education is still insufficient.”
“N-no…! I-I’ll do it, slurp♡”
When she was forced to lick the hairy asshole and perineum she genuinely wanted to die, but the terror of having her senses forcibly activated was even worse.
It was an indescribable horror.
The fear of her own mind slowly shattering and scattering.
The fear of the person called Yeon-ha being erased line by line, as if rubbed away by an eraser.
Yeon-ha’s tongue traveled up Tran Van Bao’s body, licking his nipples, kissing his neck, and sucking on his lips.
When the entire “shower service education” finally ended, she emerged from the bathroom completely drained. Tran Van Bao grabbed her ass hard and said,
“Now you must dress. Go to the dressing room. Today’s coordination will be coached by lookbook expert, Professor Tran Van Bao.”
“Where exactly are we…”
“Is your education still lacking? Why do you ask so many questions?”
“No! I understand… I understand!!”
Yeon-ha followed weakly behind him to the dressing room.
“…You want me to wear… this?”
“Once you put on the mask, no one will know who you are. Do not worry.”
“The mask isn’t the problem…? Is it…?”
“Why is your education so difficult? Starting today, Tran Van Bao is no longer Mr. Sullivan. Because your learning ability is at the level of a preschooler, Tran Van Bao will now be Mr. Pestalozzi. You have been enrolled in Mr. Tran’s Kindergarten, therefore your wife rank has been downgraded.”
“Stop…!! Stop that…!! Hic♡!?”
Ah, the path of learning is long and steep. Tran Van Bao sighed as he looked down at the twitching, convulsing Yeon-ha on the floor.
Most women lost their minds after experiencing this twice. Pickled in fear, they became obedient puppets who followed every command.
The “procedure” he was performing on her was his lifelong masterpiece, a technique so powerful he rarely used it.
Endless repetition of pleasure, climax, and numbness that could turn a woman into a complete wreck.
Stopping the stimulation right before orgasm and forcibly shutting down her senses.
Paralyzing every sensation across her erogenous zones for a long time.
Then, once her pussy had swollen and throbbed with unbearable heat without her even knowing, reactivating her senses.
Just two cycles of this routine broke most women. Even if they somehow recovered later, the trauma remained for life, making them obey him in perpetual terror.
Yet this woman—S-class hero Botal Rabbit—remained unbroken.
When ordered, she felt fear and obeyed like the others.
But when the demands grew too extreme, she immediately began to resist.
She clearly had no resistance to that “orgasm hell” course and definitely felt fear, yet…
For some reason she refused to completely submit.
Was this the power of a hero? An S-class hero at that?
As a mere F-class porter, Tran Van Bao could not understand it. After all, every woman he had thoroughly trained with this method before had been nothing but civilians.
He had originally planned to deepen the training slowly over three weeks. Because of Chrome Fist’s threats he had rushed it into one week, making the process far rougher than intended.
Still, he had believed one week would be enough. That belief was now shaking violently.
If he failed, he would be killed by Chrome Fist long before Botal Rabbit or Colossus could lay a hand on him.
If he succeeded… he could use Botal Rabbit to kill Chrome Fist and own her forever.
Extreme risk, extreme return. With the mindset of a gambler, Tran Van Bao swallowed dryly and cracked his knuckles.
He would need to make the “education” faster, rougher, and even more intense.
In the end, Tran Van Bao succeeded in dressing the dazed Yeon-ha in the clothes he had chosen.
The concept of the coming “education” was very simple.
She must learn to anticipate and obey his commands before shame could even take root.
Therefore it was necessary to conduct the most intense “education” possible in places where others could see.
Though she currently followed orders with a blank face, he knew. The moment he crossed the line again, Botal Rabbit would definitely rebel.
Her ego was that strong. One week was not nearly long enough to break it.
“Ugh…”
Indeed, the moment they stepped onto the street Yeon-ha clutched the hem of her skirt, face burning red, and began walking with hesitant, mincing steps.
Compared to the civilian women who had received his “climax education” and walked without caring whether their pussy or ass was visible, this was an unusual reaction.
“Remove your hands.”
“B-but this is too…”
“Botal Rabbit.”
“Shh! Shhh!! Don’t say my name! What if someone hears?!”
“Do you want to take the mask off? Do you want to proudly show everyone that S-class hero Botal Rabbit is walking in broad daylight holding hands with a Southeast Asian worker while dressed like this?”
“I understand! I won’t cover it!!”
Yeon-ha closed her eyes and slowly let go of the hem.
A plain white T-shirt and black skirt. A completely ordinary combination, yet right now it was anything but.
High-leg panties that rode all the way up to her pelvis, and a skirt so short it couldn’t even hide the panty lines.
The underboob-style crop top barely covered the upper half of her breasts, and instead of a bra she wore only nipple patches.
Because the skirt was short enough that even a slight step would expose her entire ass, she had no choice but to keep a death grip on the hem.
The one saving grace was the mask that covered more than half her face, preventing passersby from recognizing her.
Yet the whispered voices of the citizens were all caught by her sharp hearing.
‘Ugh… ughhh…’
Yeon-ha kept her head down and walked, desperately trying to ignore the voices reaching her ears.