Safe Man, Selfish Woman (2)
I climbed fully onto the bed. Rolling up my shirt sleeves, I looked down at Min Seo-yu sprawled out beneath me.
Limp limbs splayed everywhere. Eyes half-lidded. Ragged breaths heaving her chest.
The drug was definitely working. It was the heavy-duty stuff that could knock out an elephant, so the fact that she was still conscious at all was more surprising.
"Ugh… nn…."
Min Seo-yu's lips twitched. Her fingertips spasmed faintly. Was she trying to resist, or was her body just jerking on its own from the drug?
Can't let my guard down.
I swallowed hard. My back still throbbed. The impact from getting slammed into the wall earlier was screaming in my bones.
If I got careless here and tried something like 'sexual harassment'?
Her survival instincts might punch through the drug and snap my neck.
"Well then… excuse me."
I reached out carefully with both hands.
Min Seo-yu's neck, limp on the bed. It fit perfectly into my palms.
Warm body heat. The pulse of her artery throbbed against my fingertips.
"Ugh…."
Min Seo-yu furrowed her brow and let out a pained groan. Her eyes were half-glazed from the drug, but the gaze she fixed on me didn't waver.
This enough?
I slowly applied pressure. Tense every finger joint, compressing her windpipe and carotid artery.
Squeeze.
"……."
No reaction.
A bit harder. With everything I had.
Squeeeze!
"Kuh, ugh…."
I poured in so much force that my forearm muscles screamed. But Min Seo-yu just breathed a little heavier, like it was mildly uncomfortable.
What the hell is this?
The sensation at my fingertips felt off. Like wringing out a tire. Her skin looked soft, but the muscles underneath held firm like steel cables.
Is this the body of a B-grade magical girl?
I quietly eased off. My own finger joints ached instead.
"What are you doing?"
Min Seo-yu asked in a hazy voice.
"Why… stop halfway?"
"Just testing your reaction."
"It tickles. Squeeze… harder."
Tickles? I'd used every ounce of strength I had!
"The neck's dangerous. Could damage your windpipe if I'm not careful."
"Hmph… coward."
She curled her lip in a mocking smirk. Drugged out of her mind and unable to control her body, but still dishing out the taunts.
Fine, how about this?
Her stomach. Eyes shifting to the taut abs rippling under her skin.
"I'll stimulate your abdomen now."
"Do whatever."
I clenched my fist. This time for real. No holding back—I'd smash down with full force.
Hah!
I steadied my breath and swung at her solar plexus.
Thud!
A dull impact echoed through the room.
"……."
Silence.
"Ughhh…!"
The scream came from my mouth. I hurriedly cradled my fist and curled up.
Shit!
Felt like my wrist snapped. It wasn't a human gut—it was a heavy sandbag.
Min Seo-yu lifted her head to glance at her stomach.
"Did you… just hit me?"
"……."
"What was that? Didn't hurt at all."
Damn it, what could I do? I didn't expect it to be this tough.
I rubbed my throbbing wrist and scooted back to the edge of the bed.
This wasn't working. Physical violence? Sadistic play?
The class difference was too vast. I'd tire out and collapse first.
Need to change tactics.
"Deputy Leader."
"…What. Hah, giving up?"
"No. Need to revise the diagnosis. Your body's too strong. Didn't realize a B-grade magical girl's durability was this high."
"Hmph, obviously. How many years have I been rolling on the front lines…."
"That's why. Physical stimulation won't cut it for treatment."
"So?"
She blinked lazily.
"I'll target your mind instead."
"My… mind?"
"It's not just about getting hit, Min Seo-yu. You crave being dominated, controlled, forced into helpless submission—the situation itself turns you on."
"……."
"Right?"
Min Seo-yu didn't answer. But she didn't deny it either.
Maybe even she didn't fully grasp it.
BDSM. Years of solo living had taught me this world was deeper and more nuanced than it seemed.
Some just liked the pain of impact. Others the act of submission. Some got off on discipline alone.
Some craved it all, others fixated on one thing.
Tastes varied, even the twisted ones.
At least, that's what I knew. Not like it was my favorite genre or anything….
Anyway, worth a shot.
"Sorry, but your body's too tough—no choice."
I spoke slowly and clearly to avoid misunderstandings.
"For this session only, how about we set up a master-slave dynamic?"
"Master… slave?"
Min Seo-yu's lips parted and closed. Like someone puzzling out a foreign phrase, she furrowed her brow and mulled it over.
"You gonna make me your slave?"
Her tongue slurred from the drug, but the disgust was crystal clear. I perched on the bedside table, rubbing my wrist, and shook my head.
"Word's too loaded."
"Then what? Call you Master? Ha, even a stray dog would laugh."
"…Roleplay. Think about it. Can't satisfy you physically, so mental it is."
"Don't make me laugh."
She ground her teeth.
"Even in this state… you think I'd do that? Master? Ridiculous. Why would I… for a D-rank nobody like you…."
"Strictly speaking, not for me."
"What?"
"For the role I'm playing. Just acting. No real emotions involved."
"Ha… word games…."
"So what if they are? You can stop anytime, Min Seo-yu. Worth trying once."
I said that, but her state wasn't normal.
Manic episode. Corruption desire amplified by my app.
More gripped by masochism than usual.
"No eyes here, no records. I'm here as your private counselor. Only result matters—your stress relieved or not."
"You expect me to believe…."
"No lies. You're corruption level 2. Fix now or you're sidelined weeks, months. Or rampage. Want to endanger your team?"
Min Seo-yu's eyes clouded. She panted, gazing up at me with wet eyes.
"You're… a real bastard."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"……."
She bowed her head. White flag of surrender.
It worked!
Catharsis surged, but I kept cool.
"How… do we do it?"
"Simple. Obey my commands. No backtalk, no thinking. Just follow."
I climbed back onto the bed.
"Fix your posture first."
"P-posture…?"
"Don't lie there. Get up and kneel."
Twitch.
She glared at the sudden casual tone, but eventually dropped her head in acceptance.
Grunting, she barely managed to kneel. Hands on thighs, head bowed. Her drugged body swayed unsteadily side to side.
The sight oddly stirred my sadism. A B-grade magical girl, on par with my stepsisters, forced to kneel on a cheap motel bed at my word.
"Head up."
"……."
"I said up."
Min Seo-yu's shoulders jerked. She bit her lip hard and lifted her head slowly.
"Posture's sloppy."
"Ugh… body… won't move right…."
"No excuses. Straighten your back."
Min Seo-yu strained to tense her core. But the muscle relaxant was potent. Her torso kept pitching forward or tilting sideways.
Wobble.
"Ah…."
She lost balance, nearly burying her face in my thigh. I indifferently shoved my leg aside.
Thump.
Her forehead smacked the mattress.
"S-sorry…."
"Sorry?"
"I apologize…."
She hauled herself up again with a groan. Face flushed beet red.
"Not 'I apologize'."
I clicked my tongue.
"Roleplay, remember? Stay in character."
"Then… what do I…."
"Master."
Min Seo-yu's pupils quivered.
"'Master, sorry for bad posture. Punish me.' Say it."
"Th-that's too…."
"Fine. No one's listening."
"Ha, really…!"
She swallowed, squeezed her eyes shut, and spat it out.
"M-Master… sorry for… bad posture…."
"'Punish me' too."
"P-punish… me…."
Her voice trailed off meekly. But I saw it clear: goosebumps prickling her nape.
Imagination?
No. The fact she said it at all meant it was working.
I reached out, gripped her chin. Her face came up limply. Tapped her lips with my fingers.
"Open your mouth."
"Ah…."
She parted her lips blankly. Saliva strung out like a thread.
I slid my index and middle fingers inside.
Squelch.
"Mmph, mmf…."
Warm, wet embrace. Her tongue writhed to push me out, but I pinned it down without mercy.
"Suck."
"Mmmph?!"
"Suck my fingers. Roll your tongue."
Min Seo-yu's eyes widened. She stared in disbelief, then closed them in resignation.
Slurp, smack.
Her tongue tentatively wrapped around my fingers. Clumsy. Either no experience with a man's fingers in her mouth, or pride making her stiff.
"You're bad at this. All combat skill, zero talent for this?"
"Mmm… mmf… slurp…."
"Do it right. No sincerity."
I shoved deeper, to her throat.
"Gack! Guh!"
"More tongue. Lick. Like a lollipop."
Smack, slurrrp.
She desperately worked her tongue. Traced every knuckle, licked under my nails. Drool spilled from her lips, soaking her chin.
"There. Like that."
I stirred her mouth, observing.
Expression. Furrowed brow. But leaking through: strange heat.
She's enjoying it.
Now I was certain.
"Hah… slurp… smack…."
Each pop made her shoulders twitch.
I yanked my fingers free. Clear saliva stretched long, then snapped.
"Hah… hah…."
Min Seo-yu panted, reaching to wipe her mouth.
"Don't touch."
"Huh…?"
"No wiping. Stay dirty."
"But it's sticky…."
"That's the punishment. Let it drip. Want a mirror?"
I pulled out my phone, switched to camera, selfie mode on her face.
"Look. See yourself."
The screen showed a wreck: glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, drool-smeared lips. Dead ringer for a junkie or streetwalker.
"Ah…."
Min Seo-yu gaped at the image, shocked.
"This is… me…?"
"Yeah. True face of B-grade magical girl Min Seo-yu."
"N-no… turn it off… get it away…."
"Look properly. This is what you wanted."
I shoved the phone closer.
"Now say it. While watching."
"S-say what…."
"'I'm a drooling bitch. Master's fingers taste so good, I can't think straight.'"
Min Seo-yu shook her head furiously.
"N-no… can't say that…."
"Can't?"
"Too… too vulgar… my dignity…."
"Dignity?"
I snorted.
"Where's the dignity here? In a motel sucking a guy's fingers."
"Ughhh…."
"Hurry."
"I… I'm…."
She locked eyes with her screen self.
"I'm… a drooling… bitch…."
"Louder."
"A bitch! Hic… Master's fingers… taste too good… can't think straight…."
A tear dropped from her eye.
Shame?
No.
Scent. Her scent changed. Room filled with sweet, musky female arousal—like overripe fruit.
Invisible, but her pussy was gushing.
"Hnn… ugh…."
Min Seo-yu hunched, shoulders shaking. Ears burning red. Thighs quivering, ass tucked back.
Her gaze stayed glued to the phone screen, her ugly reflection.
She's turned on.
Stop here? Or go all the way?
Alarms blared in my head. Drug and app held her down now, but she's B-grade. Snap out of it, shame might make her kill me.
Not like Park Min-jeong, Kim Na-young, or Jin Se-hee—they were controllable. Min Seo-yu was a different league.
Enough for today. Call it.
I slowly, carefully withdrew my fingers from her mouth.
That instant.
"……?"
Heavy pressure on my wrist. My hand froze mid-air.
Min Seo-yu's hand.
"Hey?"
Her limp arm had clamped my wrist like a vice. Despite the relaxant.
"Damn, manic state—no reasoning?"
"Next…?"
"Pardon?"
"What's… next…?"
Min Seo-yu showed zero intention of stopping.