Chapter 21: Daily Life Report
Chapter 21: Daily Life Report
That night.
After returning home, I opened the refrigerator.
"…There’s nothing to eat."
The fridge was bone-dry.
In the end, I decided on ramen for dinner.
While waiting for the water to boil, I had nothing better to do, so I pulled out my phone to watch the video of Auntie Seo-hyun I’d taken today.
—Huoohhh!!!? I’m coming! I’m coming!!!!
Auntie Seo-hyun was reaching her climax while impaled on my cock.
If even one of these videos were to leak, her life would be over in an instant.
The fact that such a video was stored on my phone meant that her life was essentially in the palm of my hand.
As I watched the video, I suddenly grew curious about what she was doing at that moment.
—What are you doing right now?
So, I sent Auntie Seo-hyun a text.
But there was no reply.
"…No answer? Is she busy?"
Thinking she might be occupied with something, I finished cooking my ramen and filled my stomach.
However, even after I showered and returned to my room, Auntie Seo-hyun still hadn't replied to my message.
At this point, there was only one conclusion.
'She’s ignoring me on purpose.'
It seemed she was intentionally ghosting my text.
As a warning, I sent her a photo.
A photo capable of ending Auntie Seo-hyun’s life.
—If you don't reply right now, I'm sending this to your husband and son.
Bitch: Are you crazy?
The reply came in less than ten seconds.
As expected, she had been seeing my messages and ignoring them on purpose.
—Dropping the honorifics again? Should I really send the photo?
Bitch: …Why did you contact me?
—Just because. I was curious what you were doing.
Bitch: I’m having dinner.
Well, it was about that time.
In that case, was she with her husband?
A fun idea popped into my head, and I sent another text.
—Then why was the reply so late?
Bitch: I was busy eating dinner.
—Is that so? Anyway, this is your punishment for the late reply. From now on, whenever I’m not around, you are to report your daily life to me every hour on the dot. Include photos.
The so-called ‘Daily Life Report.’
This is one of the basics of training a masochist.
The dominated woman must regularly report her daily routine to her master.
This isn't just about reporting daily activities; it’s also used to verify whether she is strictly following the rules and commands laid down by her master.
In other words, it’s about stripping away her freedom bit by bit.
By forcing her to report even the most trivial details of her day, she has no choice but to remain conscious of me.
On the surface, it looks like a simple status update, but in reality, it’s nothing less than a ritual of submission.
The act of reporting her mundane life to me in detail will serve as a constant reminder that she is under my control.
'It’s perfect for stimulating a masochist like Auntie Seo-hyun.'
The most important factors are the loss of autonomy, followed by discipline and control.
'I’ll turn her into my complete slave bitch.'
I sent her another message.
—When reporting, always end your sentences formally.
—Always start with "The bitch is reporting."
—The photos must show your face, and the report must be detailed.
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—Anyway, this is your punishment for the late reply. From now on, whenever I’m not around, you are to report your daily life to me every two hours on the dot. Include photos.
Seo-hyun bit her lip as she read the KakaoTalk message.
Reporting her daily life every two hours?
'What am I, a slave?'
Of course, she technically was a slave now, but Seo-hyun, who hadn't expected her daily life to be controlled to this extent, couldn't help but bite her lip in wounded pride.
Furthermore, the message that followed was even more preposterous.
—When reporting, always end your sentences formally.
—Always start with "The bitch is reporting."
—The photos must show your face, and the report must be detailed.
"Ugh…."
Seeing his wife’s expression suddenly sour in the middle of dinner, Do-jun asked, "What’s wrong, honey? Is something the matter?"
"O-oh, no! It’s nothing."
After saying that, Seo-hyun picked up her phone.
Then, she took a photo of the dinner table.
Click—
—The bitch is reporting.
—I am currently having dinner with my husband.
—(Photo of the dining table)
Seo-hyun’s face flushed hot.
'I’m not an elementary schooler. Do I really have to report even the fact that I’m eating?'
She hated reporting such trivial things to Jin-woo, but since it was a command that was practically blackmail, she had no choice but to obey.
Not long after she sent the photo, a reply came back.
Jin-woo: Are you an idiot?
"Huh…?"
Seo-hyun was dazed by the sudden criticism. She replied before she could even think.
—W-why?
Jin-woo: I told you to report in detail. Do you not remember what I just said? And I told you to always end your sentences formally.
Seo-hyun bit her lip as she read the text.
It felt like being a young student again, getting her grammar corrected by a homeroom teacher.
The problem, however, was that she was a married woman in her late thirties with a husband and a son, while the other person was a boy much younger than her.
Moreover, Seo-hyun had some experience in the professional world during her modeling days.
Because of that, she understood the principles of a strict hierarchy very well.
The one who reports is the subordinate.
The one who receives the report is the superior.
'That bastard.'
Muttering curses under her breath so her husband wouldn't hear, Seo-hyun sent another message.
—Tonight’s side dishes are kimchi, seaweed soup, and stir-fried potatoes. We are also having braised short ribs.
—For dinner, we mostly eat side dishes purchased from a side dish shop.
'Do I really have to go this far?'
A wave of intense reality-check hit her.
Reporting her dinner menu so seriously made her feel like a low-ranking employee submitting a report to a superior.
And then, the reply arrived.
Jin-woo: Good job. From now on, report like that every hour.
This time, it was praise.
Seo-hyun let out a sigh without realizing it.
"Does he think I’ll be happy just because he praises me?"
"Hmm? What did you say, honey?"
"O-oh, nothing! I was just talking to myself."
Seo-hyun hurriedly focused on eating her dinner.
Then, she checked the time on her phone.
'It’s exactly 7:00 PM... So I just have to report again at 8:00? No, Han Seo-hyun! Why are you taking this so seriously?!'
While Seo-hyun’s inner turmoil deepened, her husband, Do-jun, could only tilt his head in confusion as he watched his wife sighing repeatedly over her meal.
'Is she worried about something lately?'
Do-jun thought he should have a talk with his wife later.
Never imagining for a second that his wife had become someone’s slave.
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8:00 PM.
Standing by the window, Seo-hyun paced restlessly.
Her anxious gaze was fixed on the smartphone in her hand.
'Do I really have to report again?'
Reporting every single detail of her daily life.
And at one-hour intervals, no less.
Even though it felt foolish, she had no choice but to comply.
"Sigh, what else can I do?"
Seo-hyun had been watching TV until just a moment ago.
Her husband had just gone into the bathroom to wash up, so now was the perfect time to report.
Seo-hyun held up her phone camera, adjusted the angle so that both the TV and her face were visible, and took a photo.
Click!
—The bitch is reporting.
—I have finished the dishes and am now watching TV.
After hesitating for a moment, Seo-hyun added a few more lines.
—My husband is currently showering, and I am watching TV by myself.
"This should be enough, right?"
Seo-hyun sent the text.
Then, she spent some time pacing the living room in her slippers.
As if she were waiting for a reply.
As she walked around the living room anxiously, her mind was a mess.
'Why am I doing this?'
'It makes it look like I’m waiting for that brat’s reply. No, I am waiting, but only because he might find fault with something again.'
'Yes. That’s the only reason….'
While making various excuses to herself, she heard her phone ring and hurriedly checked the reply.
Jin-woo: Good job. Report again in an hour.
"…At least he didn't find any fault."
Seeing Jin-woo’s reply, Seo-hyun let out a sigh of relief despite herself.
It was a simpler task than she had thought.
All she had to do was report her daily life, and that was it.
Taking the photos was a bit of a chore, but it was much easier than the time she had to work at the cafe with a vibrator inside her pussy.
'Let’s just do as I’m told.'
Rebelling would only lead to something worse.
And so, when 10:00 PM rolled around, Seo-hyun submitted another report.
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—The bitch is reporting.
—I stretched for 30 minutes and am now drinking water.
—(Photo of her drinking water)
—The bitch is reporting.
—I am now washing up and getting ready for bed.
—(Photo of her changed into pajamas)
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"I can sleep now, right?"
Seo-hyun muttered as she lay down on the bed.
No matter how crazy he was, surely he wouldn't expect her to report every hour in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, Jin-woo didn't issue such a command.
Jin-woo: Good work.
Jin-woo: Start the next report tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM.
"He wants me to do this tomorrow, too?"
Seo-hyun was flabbergasted.
But at the same time, a strange sensation washed over her.
She tried her best to deny it as she sent a text back.
—Yes. Then I can go to sleep now, right?
Ding—
Jin-woo: Yeah. Sleep well, you bitch.
"Sleep well, my foot... I hope you have nightmares."
Grumbling like that, Seo-hyun headed to the bedroom.
Her husband was already lying in bed, fast asleep.
Seeing that, Seo-hyun realized that sex with her husband was off the table again tonight. She sighed and quietly lay down beside him to try and get some sleep.