Slave Market (11)
Slave Market (11)
"Hand."
"Feet."
"Breasts."
"Good. Well done. You can go now."
Pyushuk.
With permission granted, Muk Seo-ah squirted her juices as she climaxed. Around her slender neck was a dog collar.
She was wearing a flimsy black skirt. Beneath the short skirt, her glistening pussy squirting fluids was visible.
If Muk Seo-ah were in her right mind, it would be an outfit she'd call Eastern-style maid attire.
They'd modified silk clothing into a short skirt with the underboobs exposed. The cleavage was deeply plunging, as if it were only natural.
After long training, she'd become a slave pussy that climaxed the instant permission was given. She was complete as a sex slave. Now she obeyed any word from the broker.
"Feet."
Muk Seo-ah halted her climax mid-way and crawled over clumsily, lifting her snow-white bare legs.
From her soft thighs extended long calves and feet. The broker grabbed both of Muk Seo-ah's legs and placed them over his knees.
Muk Seo-ah sat awkwardly on the floor, looking up at him with anxious eyes. The broker struck the soles of Muk Seo-ah's feet with the wooden switch he'd brought.
"Kyaaak?! Haaah...!"
"Don't start pissing yourself the moment you get hit. You fucking bitch, I didn't teach you that—where'd you learn to be trained like this?"
"S-Sorry! I'll hold it..."
"Whatever. Turn around."
Muk Seo-ah hurriedly prostrated herself on the floor. She flattened her breasts and raised her ass.
Fluids dripped from her pussy. The broker prodded near her pussy with the switch, speaking to Muk Seo-ah as she kept twitching her hips nonstop.
"I've secured the faces of those two exorcists. Cheong-ui Gongja...? What the hell is that guy's deal? What kind of sorcery does he use?"
"I don't know. Exorcists don't share spells with each other. All I know is they're talismans that stick to anything..."
"Useless bitch, you don't even know that? Is climaxing the only thing you're good for?"
"Hic. Hnngh, stop."
The switch lightly tapped her pussy entrance.
Muk Seo-ah's ass trembled before she poured out her love juices in a gush.
"You filthy premature pussy bastard. Is he stronger than you?"
"N-No. Hnngh. I can win—"
"Wow, even a flesh slave like you beat him? Is that guy really a dude?"
"Y-Yes, nyah."
Muk Seo-ah couldn't continue speaking and writhed. Her posture collapsed. With the switch continuously touching her pussy entrance, she couldn't maintain the ass-up position any longer.
The broker sighed and struck Muk Seo-ah's ass with the switch. He pinned her thin waist with his foot to keep her from fleeing.
Muk Seo-ah wildly bent her legs, writhing under his foot as she panted in prostration. Each strike to her ass sent tingling pleasure spreading through her entire body.
"Haaah...! Haaak! Ah, ahhng!"
"I wanna show that guy what a slut you are right now. Teacher Guk says to use you as bait to lure out that exorcist bastard. What do you think?"
"Th-That is..."
Muk Seo-ah glanced at the broker's expression. Her female instincts sensed it immediately. An unsatisfactory answer here would mean more punishment.
Muk Seo-ah mumbled with her mouth before grinning slyly.
"N-No, I don't wanna...?"
"Ha, you crazy bitch. Have you been living this long without even knowing you're a bitch in heat?"
Knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door then. Pungrang entered the secret room. The moment Pungrang stepped in, she scowled. The hot air and scent of love juices wafted thickly.
"It's auction time. That Cheong-ui Gongja exorcist showed up too. Get ready? Stop playing with your toy."
"What, excited to see me after so long? You were raised the same way."
"Haa..."
Pungrang sighed.
Her body was heavily aroused. She kept a cold expression, but couldn't hide her flushed cheeks and the sweat trickling down.
Pungrang climbed onto the broker's lap. She guided his hand to her pussy and murmured.
"Yes. I remembered. Play with me a little too."
"You're not cute at all."
"Ungh..."
He stroked Pungrang's pussy with his hand. When he shoved in thick fingers and stirred her insides, it quickly grew drenched. Pungrang clutched the broker's top tightly and buried her face.
Soon, her body curled up and shuddered violently.
"Haa..."
"That's enough. If you want more torment, do your job."
"Yes. I'll handle that Cheong-ui Gongja myself."
The broker glanced at Muk Seo-ah.
Muk Seo-ah was watching Pungrang get pleasured with a dazed look on her face, masturbating. A chuckle escaped him. The broker grabbed Pungrang's face and, making her look at Muk Seo-ah, said.
"That bitch is desperate for more torment. She's your junior as a sex slave, right? Take responsibility and prep her. Feed her the aphrodisiac too, and strap on the vibrating chastity belt. Torment her just like you were tormented."
Pungrang nodded. Even as Muk Seo-ah was rebound to the metal frame and blindfolded again, she didn't resist.
For just a brief moment, a vague sense that something was going wrong flickered through her. But as the chastity belt enveloped her pussy and began vibrating, pleasure quickly soaked her entire body, leaving her unable to think.
"Heek. Hyaaah...!"
Unknowingly, Muk Seo-ah stuck out her tongue and drooled. The undefeated exorcist, ignorant of defeat, took the stage as the final item.
Receiving the gazes of many men, the auction began.
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The auction didn't proceed. All regular customers were locked in the basement. The slave market's staff were all underworld thugs.
When the menacing employees pressured them, even the rich bastards shut their mouths and meekly entered the underground secret rooms.
The auction hall was in ruins. The wooden floorboards were shattered, scattering sharp splinters everywhere.
Traces of the wind's claws. Pungrang stood gracefully with hands behind her back, folding her fan.
Cheong-ui Gongja lay collapsed before her. Muk Seo-ah barely focused her hazy eyes, but before she could see ahead, they were covered by the blindfold again.
Her vision stolen, her senses sharpened, and her mind sank back into pleasure.
"Haaaah...!"
"Greetings to Teacher Guk."
The broker who had blindfolded Muk Seo-ah knelt on one knee. Pungrang swept back her green hair and assumed the same posture.
A burly old man chuckled at them. They were his loyal underlings and slaves.
Guk Sun had disguised himself as a sturdy old man, but a closer look revealed he wasn't human. His abnormally massive cock size, the overpowering booze stench. Drunkenness poured from his body, arousing and lulling people.
Pungrang's eyes glazed over.
She crawled over clumsily and rubbed her face between Guk Sun's legs. Along with the intense alcohol smell came a foul cock odor. Pungrang kissed the massive dick longer than her face.
"Teacher, as you commanded, we've dealt with all the intruders. The reward... please give me the reward."
"Good job. You're my number one plaything after all. How's it feel to harm your fellow humans, you former exorcist bitch?"
"I don't know. More than that, cock, cooock..."
Pungrang began losing her mind.
Guk Sun laughed heartily and spread his palm. Pungrang, utterly intoxicated, couldn't steady her body.
In her dizzy mind, she only habitually fondled her pussy.
Guk Sun was drunk on booze.
When he reached into the air, a liquor bottle appeared. Guk Sun blew into the bottle like a horn with gaoliang liquor, eyeing Muk Seo-ah.
At any drinking party, women were a must by tradition. Booze and women were an eternal pair across East and West, ancient and modern.
He'd already conquered Pungrang, so his interest had waned. Seeing Muk Seo-ah panting heavily made the booze taste even better.
Guk Sun emptied a full bottle.
"Kuh, what a sight! This is paradise. Ki-tae. Bring that woman to me. I need to fuck her right now while I drink."
Broker Jo Gi-tae nodded. He was originally just a low-level thug in a violent gang, but he had a knack for playing with women.
Thanks to Guk Sun opening the slave market and taking over the organization, appointing him as trainer and broker, he'd gotten to toy with all sorts of beauties and rise in status.
He owed Guk Sun a deep debt. But Jo Gi-tae was at root a street punk. He side-eyed Muk Seo-ah.
What a truly beautiful and lewd woman. For a bitch with such natural talent to end up under an old yokai's dick—such a waste.
Even thinking that, he couldn't defy Guk Sun.
It was true he'd gotten to fuck many beauties because of it.
Muk Seo-ah was a shame, but she'd become Guk Sun's sex slave.
Jo Gi-tae had watched Pungrang's fall. Once pierced by Guk Sun's massive cock while blackout drunk on booze, no woman could escape. One fuck sealed the slave branding.
Jo Gi-tae removed one of Muk Seo-ah's arms from the iron ring.
Muk Seo-ah's arm dangled limply. Still tormented by the vibrating chastity belt, she panted with her tongue out.
'Bitch in heat...'
Jo Gi-tae smacked his lips again. Not raping this woman was a regret for ages. If he'd tried to pop her cherry, Pungrang would've killed him for sure. No choice.
It was then.
The man in blue robes staggered to his feet with a groan. He barely adjusted his crumpled bamboo hat.
Cheong-ui Gongja (Lee Deok-sim) slurred while unable to stand properly.
"You yokai bastard. The hell you mean 'fuck'?"
"Tsk tsk tsk... You exorcist bastards are way too stubborn to give up. Why fight to the bitter end and make it hard? Fine. I'm in a good mood today with fine booze and top-grade slaves, so I'll spare you."
Guk Sun lumbered over to Cheong-ui Gongja.
The yokai patted Cheong-ui Gongja's shoulder with his massive hand. In that instant, Cheong-ui Gongja swiftly drew a talisman from his robes and swung it, but it struck the wrong spot.
He was drunk.
Things looked blurry before Cheong-ui Gongja's eyes. The world spun, and Guk Sun appeared doubled.
The yokai burst into roaring laughter. Clear mockery. For a yokai, beating exorcists was a boast and honor. He'd turned two female exorcists into sex slaves and downed two males—Guk Sun couldn't feel bad.
"Puhahaha! What can you do alone? Just watch obediently. Wait nicely, and I might even give you a slave. Ki-tae, there should be two women passed out in my room. Bring them."
"You mean Ju-ye and Yeong Yeon-ju?"
"I don't remember my playthings' names. Probably right. I was just fucking them, so they're likely still climaxing—wake 'em and bring 'em. You can have one slave you like."
"R-Really? Thank you!"
The broker dashed off nimbly.
Guk Sun tapped the staggering Cheong-ui Gongja's head with his palm. His thick, hairy hand was like a pot lid.
Cheong-ui Gongja's head shook side to side.
"You're really lucky. I'd normally kill you, but your comrade caught my fancy. Drinking valley stream liquor from tits like hers will be pure bliss. You're alive today thanks to your female teammate. Be grateful for my mercy forever and use today's memory as a side dish."
Guk Sun pointed at Muk Seo-ah as he spoke. His mind was filled only with soaking her in booze and ruining her as a flesh slave.
Cheong-ui Gongja was beneath notice. Now was time to focus on booze and women.
To Guk Sun, Muk Seo-ah was top-grade among the countless flesh slaves who'd passed through the market.
Cheong-ui Gongja didn't give up, holding his talisman and swinging at wrong spots repeatedly.
Guk Sun drank again and tsked at Cheong-ui Gongja.
"You exorcists—why do you always meddle in my business? Thanks to you, business in this village is fucked. Whatever, slave trading draws crowds anywhere. If you want revenge, bring a female exorcist next time. Ruining a bitch who thinks she's hot shit is way more fun."
"Do you know why people call me Cheong-ui Gongja?"
Cheong-ui Gongja spoke. Fierce black light gleamed in his pupils. His drunken, hazy eyes fixed on Guk Sun's massive booze gut.
"My talismans stick to anything. Stick one on a yokai, and it never comes off, sucking out their yokai energy. No blood spilled—gentle exorcism, they called it, dubbing me Cheong-ui Gongja."
"Tsk tsk, have you lost your mind?"
"But isn't it weird? I've never learned sticking spells. No one knew. The truth is, my talismans were always upside down."
Cheong-ui Gongja drew a talisman.
Without incantation, it ignited on its own, the end burning. Guk Sun scowled. The yokai spread his palm.
Cheong-ui Gongja's spell was faster. The characters on the talisman flipped. The unknown red script rotated half-turn, revealing a circle.
Repel.
Crack.
Guk Sun's arm detached from his body.