Sea’s Temple Stay (5)
Sea’s mind went blank as a sheet.
Oppa. That name had been her final pillar of endurance in this hellish place, the dim synonym for the hope that one day they might be saved together. His gentle face, the way he’d staked everything to protect her—they flashed before her eyes. And now... to deny it with her own mouth? To destroy it?
As silence stretched on, the tension filling the living room hardened into ice. Jinwoo alone choked her breath with the sheer pressure radiating from his body.
“Hesitating, are you?”
It was a simple question, but a chill killing intent laced its edges.
“Hesitation is not permitted to my bitch. Your answers to my questions must always be immediate and utter obedience. That pathetic lingering attachment of yours insults the mercy that brought you to stand here now.”
At his icy rebuke, the other three women flinched in unison. Aki clicked her tongue inwardly. Foolish girl. Her immaturity won’t mar the special reward I’m due tonight. As the matriarch, she felt the duty to correct this.
“Little one. Have you forgotten how to answer your Master? He doesn’t care for waiting. That foolish attachment of yours... it could become punishment for us all.”
Her voice masked a senior’s advice with a firm warning of hierarchy.
Chiharu snorted, glaring at Sea with eyes full of contempt. At this rate... she’ll never escape onahole status. Sea’s weakness only heightened her own sense of twisted superiority.
“Hmph... You think that frail past of yours matters more than Master’s will? That’s why you’re nothing but a bitch who offers holes instead of hunting like a proper dog.”
The most terrifying was Koharu’s reaction. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke in a near-pleading voice.
“Sea... True salvation comes from abandoning everything and devoting yourself fully to Him. The pain of severing those past chains is fleeting... afterward, only eternal joy and peace remain... like me...”
Whiplike words flew from three directions, pierced by the absolute one’s gaze straight ahead. Sea could endure no longer. Her brother’s memory was no longer hope—it was a torture tool ripping her apart. To survive here, to end this agony, she had to kill it with her own hands.
The moment she opened her mouth to speak, Jinwoo raised a hand to silence her.
“Enough. Your answer... I’ll hear later.”
He rose from his throne, turning to the other three.
“Tonight... is a night of rewards.”
At the declaration, desire and anticipation sparked in their eyes.
“Aki.”
“Yes, Master...♡”
“For your devoted tribute, I grant the special reward I promised. Tonight, in that outdated bedroom of yours, prove once more with your body that you are this harem’s true matriarch.”
A victor’s smile bloomed on Aki’s face. She flashed a seductive, triumphant smirk at Chiharu.
“Chiharu.”
“Yes, Master!”
“For your successful hunt, a reward. I’ll show you firsthand how that stark room of yours can ring with your screams of pleasure... tonight.”
Chiharu’s cheeks flushed with excitement. She met Aki’s gaze with a provocative smile, as if to say the bedroom victor will be different.
“Koharu.”
“Ah... aaah... Master...♡”
“For faithfully tending my messenger, a reward. Tonight, I’ll defile that sacred chapel of yours... with my seed.”
Koharu collapsed to the floor in prostration, her face lost in ecstasy near fainting.
Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction, finally looking down at Sea.
“And you, little one.”
He nodded toward the stairs to the second floor.
“Go up those stairs now and kneel in the hallway before those three doors.”
His voice was ice-cold.
“Tonight, I’ll enter their rooms in the order I call. You will listen through those door cracks, missing not a single sound. Learn precisely how a true bitch serves her master, how she wails, how she breaks... through your seniors’ bodies. That is the only lesson—and reward—given to you tonight.”
At the cruel command, Sea’s mind blanked white again. Tonight, she would endure alone—hearing those three women yield to him one by one, their moans, the slap of flesh, the scents leaking through the doors—all through the night.
Each senior bitch’s face lit with a differently colored but equally cruel smile. They realized their pleasure would perfectly train this new runt.
Sea couldn’t resist. With vacant eyes, she staggered up like a prisoner to the gallows and began climbing the stairs, one agonizing step at a time.
The cold marble under her soles felt like the path to hell’s gates. Each step up the stairs stretched into eternity. Behind her, four pairs of eyes watched—his, the absolute dominator’s, and the three seniors’ who would soon break her through their own bliss. Those gazes whipped her back like invisible lashes, urging her on.
Her mind was empty, but her body reacted more vividly than ever. The Salvation Stigmata in her lower abdomen blazed like a feast day in this ultimate humiliation, soaking between her thighs against her will. Her body already knew: this shame, this terror, heralded the massive pleasure to come.
At last, she reached the second-floor hallway. Dark and long, three firmly shut doors lined either side: Aki’s room, Chiharu’s, Koharu’s.
She hesitated briefly, then surrendered all and knelt in the hall’s center where all three doors were visible, on the chill marble floor as ordered. The thin silk robe offered no barrier to the cold, etching her wretched reality anew.
Hardly settled, three women ascended the stairs like handmaidens trailing a queen. They passed her on their way to their reward rooms—and didn’t just pass.
Aki stopped first. Bending low, she whispered in Sea’s ear, voice honey-sweet yet venom-cold.
“Listen well, little one. The sounds from my room tonight aren’t mere moans. They’ll be a living textbook on how this harem’s matriarch accepts Master’s every whim and desire, returning it as joy. From my screams, you’ll learn the true aesthetic of service.”
With that, Aki caressed Sea’s cheek with her knuckles—gentle, yet laced with chilly contempt: you’re still far from it.
As Aki vanished into her room, Chiharu stepped up, glaring down with scorn.
“Hmph.”
She nudged Sea’s shoulder with her toe.
“Listen up, onahole. The sounds bursting from my room won’t be like your pathetic pained whimpers. They’ll be a hunting dog’s victorious roar, worthy of taking all Master gives. Let that gap between us... burn deep into your womb.”
With that, Chiharu strode to her room, her back ablaze with fiery resolve to embrace him fiercely tonight.
Last came Koharu. She knelt beside Sea, gently taking her hand, eyes teary yet enraptured.
“Sister... don’t be scared.”
Her voice rang sincere, but the words chilled deeper.
“The sounds from my room tonight... they’re a shrine maiden’s prayer, receiving God’s grace with her whole body. Hear that prayer and wash away your filthy past and attachments. Imagine the day you, like me... wail in Master’s arms from pure joy alone. I’ll... pray for you.”
The three vanished into their rooms. Click, click, click. The locks engaged like wedges into Sea’s heart.
Now alone in the hall, she knelt on the cold marble, staring blankly at the three sealed doors.
Beyond them, a hellish symphony would soon begin: Aki’s sultry moans, Chiharu’s fierce screams, Koharu’s ecstatic whimpers. At the center, her savior and master’s ragged breaths and satisfied laughs.
She would endure it all alone in this frigid corridor through the night. Her stigmata throbbed hot and desperate, sensing the oncoming waves of pleasure.