Tearful Loyalty, Bound Submission, and Burning Anticipation
"What a touching sight it was. The loyalty that slave Yoo Cheon-hyang showed... Even as her master, I never imagined she'd go so far for her lady's sake."
"...I see... That child..."
Gazing at my mother seated before me, I quietly recounted the recent events in a soft voice.
A slave willing to accept a dangerous deal for her master. Though of lowly status, there was something strangely noble in her efforts to uphold her loyalty and chastity.
However...
"What shall we do, then? If you wish, I could grant Yoo Cheon-hyang's desire right this instant..."
"No."
"She's a slave who's devoted herself utterly to you, Mother. Shouldn't you reward that loyalty, even a little?"
At my utterly composed words, Mother flushed red and turned her head slightly away as she replied.
"...You're... truly wicked, aren't you... You know better than anyone that my body can no longer do such things."
With those words, Lee So-young began carefully shedding her clothes. Around her neck hung a collar, her ample bosom fully exposed—a vision of a bitch utterly surrendered to pleasure.
"Heh... This is awkward. The slave risks her life for you, yet her master lounges like this..."
"...Don't... don't say that, Master. This girl is already yours. It's that child's fault for acting on her own without discerning your will."
In stark contrast to Yoo Cheon-hyang's loyalty, her master's response was resolute. Lee So-young rejected the 'freedom' her slave so desperately craved without a hint of hesitation. Watching Yoo Cheon-hyang stake everything on an impossible dream stirred pity in me...
But on the other hand, it piqued my interest.
"Does that mean I can dispose of her as I please?"
"!... Master? Surely you're not thinking of..."
Lee So-young's expression faltered briefly at my question. She couldn't possibly misunderstand my intent in this situation, so she pondered for a moment.
And then...
"...Do as you like. How could this girl presume to interfere with Master's decisions?"
Resignation laced Lee So-young's words. But in that instant, I knew it wasn't regret over ignoring her loyal subordinate's devotion.
For this yandere-tinged woman, this resignation was surely jealousy.
A pathetic emotion toward the woman sacrificing everything for her sake—but then, Lee So-young had always been that kind of person. And I knew exactly how to handle such a woman.
"! M-Mas... Master?"
"Enough chatter. Get to work."
"Ah..."
Erasing the jealousy from her face, Lee So-young's features melted into rapture. She reached out tentatively toward the rigid cock looming before her...
And then...
"Hngggg... Haaaah... Slurp... Hnggg...!"
With familiar fervor, she worked her tongue and began sucking eagerly. Of her own volition, without any command. Stroking her head slowly, a thick smile played on my lips as I watched.
"Slurp, slurrrp... Hng... Haa... Mas... Master's cock... so delicious..."
Her voice dazed, rationality shattered as a human—now chasing only this moment's pleasure. No trace of her usual spirited vigor remained.
Strip away the pretense, and her core was a slave ensnared by ecstasy. Satisfy her cravings, and that was enough. I knew it well.
'Of course, defy that, and she'd become a headache in every way...'
Feeling like the owner of a notoriously tricky dog, I gazed down at Lee So-young—drool spilling from her lips, face flushed with arousal.
"Mas... Master... My body's so hot... I can't... take more..."
Thrusting out her ass, pussy gaping and dripping viscous nectar. Save for the collar, she was utterly naked—like a dog in heat.
Before this lewd bitch in full frenzy, I gladly met her expectations.
"Kuh!"
My cock plunged into her depths. Already soaked and burning, it welcomed me effortlessly. Conditioned through training to fit me perfectly, her insides clenched tight around my shape. Savoring it, I yanked hard on the leash in my grip.
"Grkkkhh!!!"
Choked by the sudden pressure, Lee So-young wailed in agony. Reveling in her pussy's intensified grip, I thrust my hips savagely—like a beast tamer breaking a wild animal.
*
"Grkkkhh! Guhhhhnngggg!!!"
Her voice dripped pain from the choking and spasms. Breath constricted, mind fogging—yet amid the torment poured forth moans of exquisite suffering.
But with that unbearable agony came crystalline pleasure. It might look like torture at a glance, yet Han Taeyang masterfully danced the razor's edge between pain and bliss, granting her unprecedented rapture.
'Feels... good... so... goooood... aaah... incredible... too... too amazing... more... harder!!!'
Her pussy clamped fiercer. Each gush of thick nectar heightened the vivid sensation of his cock. Every withdrawal and plunge battered her sensitive spots with searing intensity—like a massive ram pummeling from clit to womb, piercing her entire body in sharp, unrelenting waves.
Lee So-young had thought she'd tasted pleasure's peak. But now, her 'Master's' actions shattered that illusion once more.
'Yes... this... this is what I craved... I'm... this is who I truly am... aaah... how did I live without knowing... half my life... no, nine-tenths wasted!!!'
Etiquette, morality, discipline—lifelong tenets—meant nothing now. Mere obstacles to her bliss.
"Hnnngggk!! Meeeooong! Grkkkhh!! Meeeoooonggg!!!"
In this belated epiphany, she howled like a beast, bucking her hips with all her might to wring out every drop of this ecstasy, this joy.
And at last, when pain and desire overwhelmed her limits!
"Ugh!"
"Grrkk! Meeeooooggggrrrrrrraaawwwrrrr!!!"
Her insides flooded with scorching heat. The fragile flame of her sanity snuffed out. Her final memory: unparalleled climax...
"M...eeong..."
*
"...Are you leaving, my lord?"
"Yes. It'll take about two days again, so mind the house well."
"...Ugh."
Im Jeong-ok watched her husband before his horse, her face etched with conflict. Not just because he was leaving home once more.
Noblemen of prestigious houses often traveled for business. Her ex-husband had been the same; it was natural for him to be busy.
The issue was the subtle distance these past few days. Seeming preoccupied, he hadn't visited her bedchamber. It bred deep unease in her heart.
'...Has he already grown tired of me? Or... because of that shameful thing I begged for before...'
That time she'd pleaded for intimacy in her most humiliating hole. It had brought profound joy, yet afterward, his visits dwindled. Officially for preparations with the Central Plains trade, but even accounting for that, their sudden estrangement left her anxious.
Then...
"...!"
Han Taeyang pulled Im Jeong-ok into his embrace. Lips to her ear, he murmured softly.
"Sorry. I've been distant these past days, haven't I?"
"!...N-No... Um... Yes... you have."
Blushing faintly, she answered. His hand lightly caressed her body—precisely, her ass—as he spoke firmly yet tenderly.
"Just wait a little longer... When I return, I'll make it up to you properly."
"!..."
His sincere words rang true. With that, Han Taeyang spurred his horse and departed.
Im Jeong-ok watched him go, her cheeks burning with irrepressible anticipation...