Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: My Slave (6)
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"It's different from what I thought."
"..."
"Have you been here before?"
"Sometimes."
"You've been living well."
"What're you talking about?"
The Isekai Department Store at Gangnam Express Bus Terminal.
Park Won-jun was wandering around the first floor with Park Min-ju in tow.
To Won-jun, who rarely ever went to department stores, it was an unfamiliar space.
But somehow, it was different from what he'd imagined.
From what he'd seen online, it looked like a super luxurious department store, but in reality, it was just like a bustling marketplace.
"Let's buy some clothes for you first, Min-ju."
"What?"
"I told you earlier—we're here to shop."
"No, seriously, you suddenly drag me to a department store."
"You love clothes anyway. We'll buy some for you, you can pick some out for me too. Isn't that great?"
"Sigh."
Won-jun was being completely selfish as always. Park Min-ju could only be dragged along.
"Hold on."
"Huh?"
"Hmm..."
"Hey, hey."
Won-jun suddenly grabbed Park Min-ju and started feeling her shoulders, back, waist, and hips in sequence.
Min-ju froze in embarrassment, worried people might stare, but with the massive crowd, not many eyes were on them.
To anyone else, they just looked like a couple being boldly affectionate.
"Sorry, I don't know much about women's clothes."
"Let go first."
"Including the coat—wait, the coat looks pretty on you now, so exclude that and pick stuff worth about ten million won however you like."
"Ten million?"
"I told you earlier—ten million for you, ten million for me."
"You're insane..."
Ten million wasn't a dog's name or anything, and the way Won-jun said it so casually left Min-ju dumbfounded.
But even so, since he was the type to act without hesitation, it didn't feel like empty bragging.
"Isn't that place crowded?"
One brand caught Won-jun's eye.
A place with lots of pretty young women.
"How do you read that?"
"Mi-hu-mi-hu."
"Alright, let's check it out."
"..."
Min-ju wasn't the type to splurge wildly on someone else's dime, and somehow Won-jun had taken the lead again.
"Just wait here."
The two arrived in front of the store.
As expected from a popular brand in a weekend department store, there was a line.
"Welcome!"
About 20 minutes passed before it was their turn to enter, greeted by a friendly salesperson.
"Pick whatever you want. You dress well anyway, so no need to show me."
"No, that's not it."
Won-jun told her to handle it herself.
Min-ju hesitated.
"Get something decent here, and earlier there was Prada—let's go there after."
"Prada? Getting in there takes at least two hours."
"Really?"
Won-jun, who had never been to a luxury department store before, nodded.
"What a shame. Then let's just buy everything here."
"..."
"Not good enough?"
"It's not that, it's just..."
"Then it's fine."
Won-jun bulldozed ahead as usual.
"If you have any questions, just call me!"
A nearby salesperson approached them with a smile.
"Excuse me."
"Yes!"
"Recommend some outfits, skirts, bags, and shoes for her. She's 23, starting school soon—something suitable to wear there."
"Got it."
"Hey, hey."
Tired of Min-ju's fidgeting, Won-jun left it all to the salesperson.
He'd ask her to pick clothes for him later.
"Can you put it all together for around ten million won?"
"Leave it to me."
"Thanks."
Won-jun smiled at the salesperson.
Min-ju, watching, tilted her head.
He seemed perfectly normal with other people.
"It suits you so well!"
"..."
Won-jun looked at Min-ju, now dressed in a coordinated outfit.
It wasn't heavy like a suit, but a calm yet cute style.
A smile crept onto his face involuntarily.
'See?'
She really was a good woman.
"This is called preppy look—cute, right?"
"Yeah, very cute. You like it?"
"I do, but..."
Min-ju averted her eyes.
Wearing clothes worth a fortune didn't feel comfortable at all.
"We'll take that set, and now just one bag."
"For the bag, hmm."
The salesperson pondered slightly.
Won-jun caught it.
"I said ten million earlier, but it's fine if it goes over. For the bag, recommend something around four or five hundred thousand."
"Of course!"
"..."
Min-ju squeezed her eyes shut.
"Shall I do installments?"
"No, check card—full payment."
"Yes! And sir, if you get our department store affiliate card, there are benefits."
"I'll think about it. Oh, more importantly, I don't come to department stores often—is the line always this long?"
"Well, we have a lot of customers, haha."
"Any way to skip the line?"
Won-jun asked outright.
Money wasn't an issue, but standing in crowds annoyed him.
This brand was one thing, but for ultra-famous ones, lines seemed impossible.
"We have our brand VIP, and high-tier department store VIPs get instant entry. You might want to look into that. Shall I direct you to the concierge floor?"
"Oh, really? I'll check it out myself."
"Thank you!"
Won-jun smiled at the salesperson to the end.
'VIP, huh.'
Useful info.
Might even be more important.
A 23-year-old guy as a department store or luxury brand VIP—great packaging.
After checkout, Min-ju was fiddling with the shopping bags.
"13 million. That's enough for VIP right away, right?"
"Sigh, seriously, where does all your money come from?"
"It'll all come back."
Won-jun finally noticed Min-ju's state.
'Yeah, makes sense.'
He was making tons now, and way more soon.
Not a penny spent felt wasteful.
But it might burden Min-ju a bit.
Still, he didn't want to bring up being a Hunter yet.
Inevitable after becoming a Special Hunter, but until then, he wanted a normal college life.
For now, if anyone asked seriously, he'd say he was in business. Or hit it big on stocks/crypto.
"Feeling a bit uncomfortable?"
"Of course at first."
"Shoe size right?"
"Loafers run smaller than sneakers."
Now it was Won-jun's turn to shop.
Min-ju was picking one by one.
Won-jun usually dressed casually but neat, so her choices felt a tad uncomfortable.
But women's eyes were sharper, he figured, so he'd endure.
Buying fancy clothes and spending like this was to attract women anyway.
"How's this?"
"Cute."
"Good, I'll take it."
"You're so weird."
"A compliment?"
"Think so?"
"Harsh."
A watch Min-ju said was fine. Won-jun decided to buy it.
"Hungry? Sorry for skipping lunch."
"..."
The shopping, which took hours, ended. Won-jun told Min-ju to change into her new clothes.
Min-ju sneaked a sideways glance at him.
'What is he really?'
Blackmailed and raped her, filmed her naked, dragged her out for pervy stuff.
Yet protected her in fights, bought her expensive clothes.
Sometimes gentle with women.
Impossible to understand with normal logic.
"Ah!"
Min-ju startled.
Won-jun hugged her from behind suddenly.
"Why all of a sudden...?"
"Booked a hotel next door."
"Hotel?"
"Yeah, dinner there, then sleep together."
"Sigh."
"Raw today too, right?"
"You won't wear it even if I say so."
"So cute."
Won-jun grinned.
"Hmm."
A hotel buffet near Express Bus Terminal Station.
Park Won-jun was dining with Park Min-ju at what was currently Korea's priciest buffet, nearly 200,000 won per person.
"Sorry, sorry."
"..."
Won-jun had stepped out briefly and returned.
Said it was the bathroom, but actually he'd gone to the Tower.
In those few minutes, he'd earned 5.2 million won.
"Good?"
"...Tasty."
"Eat up. Money's fine, but reservations here are annoying. Don't get the packages either."
Won-jun asked once, then resumed eating.
Not knowing this stuff might seem tacky to others, but not with Min-ju.
That's why he was treating her affectionately.
'Is this what spending money feels like?'
Won-jun's first real big spending day.
Nearly 25 million at the department store, pricey buffet, and the suite tonight over a million per night.
Fresh, but no huge thrill.
'Still.'
One realization: spend like this with a woman.
Alone? Luxury brands and five-stars mean nothing.
Meant to enjoy with women.
Min-ju's expressions all day were priceless.
Totally overwhelmed.
Savoring her reactions, Won-jun felt how much he'd changed.
"Man, this is nice."
"Wow..."
They entered the suite.
Honestly, no need for a suite—pure flex.
"New clothes look good, but shower first. Can't wait."
"Eek."
Upon entering the nice room, Won-jun groped her immediately.
"Don't smudge your makeup."
"Hmph."
Min-ju headed to the shower, annoyed.
Winter anyway, as long as no body odor.
"Huh?"
Min-ju showered first, then Won-jun.
When he came out, she was touching up makeup.
"Whoa, I'm touched."
"..."
"Doing this to look pretty for me?"
"Shut up."
Won-jun smiled warmly, slowly shedding his robe.
"Eek..."
"Now I can find it blindfolded."
On the bed, the two of them.
Won-jun hugged her from behind, hand straight to her pussy.
Fingers naturally found her clit.
"Can you see your school from here?"
"Ah! Why suddenly?"
"Can you?"
"Yeah."
Min-ju's school main campus was in Bucheon, but nursing classes were mostly in Gangnam, Seoul.
Won-jun kept fingering her clit.
Skilled now from experience. Her moans turned lewd.
"Park Min-ju."
"W-what?"
"Just say you'll be my slave."
"Shut up with that crap."
"This view of your school—you could enjoy it whenever from now on."
"...Eek!"
Won-jun's fingers didn't stop.
"Money growing on trees? Save it."
"Worried about my money? Totally wife material."
"Bullshit. Ahh!"
"Know what, Min-ju? Your pussy reacts better to my fingers and dick each time. Felt it last time, but today you're even wetter. You're hooked on me."
"Shut your mouth!"
Min-ju clamped her lips, trying to hold back.
"Ahh, wanna put it in quick today."
Won-jun, hugging from behind, prepared to thrust in that position.
Already rock-hard, her pussy flooded long ago.
"Aaaah! Slow down!"
"Quiet. Ngh."
Won-jun shoved his dick in. Pleasure was insane.
'Nice.'
Good idea hit him.
Won-jun lifted Min-ju up just like that.
Squelch squelch.
"Aang! Uwaaaang!"
"Hoo..."
Standing carry-fuck position.
Min-ju clung to him, enduring the pain.
"Min-ju, you're so wet lately—makes pounding even better."
"...Shut up."
"Admit it already. Deep down, you wanna be my slave."
"Said shut up."
"You're enjoying being dominated by me, right? Better than dating some mediocre guy and marrying later."
"..."
Last drinking party, Won-jun learned about her roughly.
Her parents divorced young, raised by mom—better off than his dead ones, but still.
Probably craved male stability.
Famous saying: Women prefer strong domination over weak control.
"After spending that much on you today, you'd be a rock if not enjoying?"
"Last time was similar."
"...Bastard."
"Can I take that as agreement?"
Won-jun laughed at her downcast face.
"Slave my ass—you'll dump me when bored."
"Huh?"
"Who doesn't know? You meet tons of girls behind my back."
"..."
'Misunderstanding.'
Won-jun felt wronged.
Still loyal to you only.
Not after school starts, though...
She nailed his desire, though.
Women—that was Won-jun's desire.
"Huh?"
Won-jun dragged Min-ju onto the bed.
Natural missionary.
Bent her legs up, pounding from above.
Squelch.
"Haaaang!"
Her pussy still full of his huge dick, pounded hard from behind earlier—Min-ju lost her mind.
'Bored of me?'
Won-jun wondered if he'd tire of her later.
Possible.
Now, her spunky personality, looks, body, fuckability—all great. But men tire of bodies easily.
"Park Min-ju."
"Aang! Uwaaaang!"
"Scared I'll get bored? Hate it? Then struggle more. Entertain me."
"Ah, hurts! Haang!"
Won-jun kept thrusting.
Breaking a slightly resistant girl with dick—still the best.
"No choice anyway—you've been my slave from the start."
Climax building below.
"Hoo."
Splurt splurt.
Won-jun came deep in her pussy, perfect for impregnation.
"Ah, fucking your pussy after cumming inside is the best, Min-ju."
"...Don't cum inside."
"Can't help wanting to always."
Won-jun hugged her tight.
"Good girl, Park Min-ju."
"..."
"I'll buy you as many outfits like today's as you want. Tuition, living expenses—no more part-time. Regular STD checks and gyno. Derm okay, no plastic surgery. Your face is perfect for me now."
Won-jun laid down the law as she panted, exhausted.
"Obey as my slave from now on. Got it?"
Min-ju closed her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
About 10 seconds later, she spoke.
"No choice, so why ask?"
"Finally honest."
With his leverage, she couldn't rebel easily.
And domination had become familiar.
"Snap out of it—minimum eight rounds today."
"Pervert."
"..."
'Good.'
Won-jun thought she still knew how to please him.