The Bet's Inevitable Conclusion – Total Submission

The outcome of the bet was already as good as decided. Eun-joo was fully prepared to drop to her knees and admit defeat at any moment. My stock trades proceeded without a single error, relentlessly multiplying the money. It was like the cash was being duplicated right before our eyes.

But I didn't stop there. 'Even if you nail it a hundred times, one mistake can send you straight to ruin in stocks. That's why we gamble on this.' Up until now, I'd been right 100% of the time, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠OCC Holdings might not go exactly as I predicted.

"Right. I should bet that Holdings won't rise either, huh?"

"Oh ho... So the professor gambles too?"

Those words must have stung Eun-joo deeply. 'Stocks aren't gambling... They're something you do after thorough analysis.' That's what she wanted to say, but all she could do was bet on the gamble. Eun-joo couldn't bring herself to speak.

And so time passed, bringing the market to a close for the day.

"Gasp!!"

OCC Holdings, which had been down -10%, had hit the daily limit up by 3:30 PM. In just over an hour.

"Y-You... predicted this too?"

"Of course. I predict, analyze, and judge. That's how stocks work."

She had lost completely. In Eun-joo's mind, it was Hyun-su who had traded according to her own stock philosophy. She'd resorted to gambling at the end, but he'd moved exactly as predicted.

"I lost. It's my defeat. I won't boss you around anymore, Hyun-su. A total loss."

The declaration of defeat came from Eun-joo. I grinned and shook my head slowly.

"That's not it, Professor. What did you say would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠happen if you lost to me?"

"Huh? That was..."

"You said you'd obey my every word unconditionally, right?"

"Yes, well, that meant I wouldn't question what you do anymore..."

Eun-joo realized her own excuse sounded pathetic. Just then, a woman's voice emanated from the recorder—Eun-joo's own.

"Hahaha. So, are you ready to follow any order without question?"

Eun-joo's face darkened. Then came another voice from the recording—Eun-joo boldly declaring it held legal force. Her expression was one of deep regret for her words from an hour ago.

But the water was already spilled.

"Y-Yes... I said that. Since I lost, do whatever you want."

"Good. Then I'll switch to casual speech from now on? Eun-joo?"

"Pardon? What?"

"Why would a master use formal speech with a slave?"

"S-Slave???"

"What else do you call someone who obeys every word? Or are you refusing to accept the bet? From a professor who teaches Understanding Stocks, no less?"

Eun-joo had no retort to my words.

"No, that's not it."

"Good. Nice attitude. Now, why don't you apologize to your master for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠being so arrogant?"

Eun-joo stood, bowed at a perfect 90 degrees, and said,

"I'm truly sorry for being arrogant to student Cha Hyun-su."

Her face flushed deep red with humiliation. She had no choice but to grovel like this before her own student.

"Huh? Isn't that wrong? Am I still 'student Cha Hyun-su'?"

Eun-joo squeezed her eyes shut and tried again.

"M-Master... I'm truly sorry for being arrogant to you."

"Hm... The words are fine... but that attitude's lacking."

"Pardon? What's wrong with it?"

"Bowing just 90 degrees doesn't feel sincere enough."

"Th-Then... how...?"

"You need to kneel and press your forehead to the ground first, right? That's the basic apology posture."

"Ugh...."

"Try again."

Eun-joo knelt, placed her hands on her lap, and slammed her forehead to the floor in a full dogeza.

"Much better. No, wait—still something's missing. I don't feel the sincerity."

"Pardon? Isn't this enough?"

"A proper dogeza has one essential element you're missing."

"D-Dogeza?"

"Yeah. The posture you're in right now is exactly dogeza."

Eun-joo, still kneeling with palms flat on the floor, lifted her head to protest.

"But how much more can I apologize like this?"

"Jeez... such a dumb slave. Think about how to apologize even more sincerely."

'Like doing three full prostrations like in a surrender ritual, slamming my head hard?' The humiliation had her considering all sorts of things.

"Sigh... Still haven't figured it out? Guess your kind master has to teach you again."

"Ah... Thank you. M-Master... I'll follow whatever you teach this idiot slave."

"Oh, nice line...?"

"Now... stand at attention."

At my command, Eun-joo immediately stood at attention. Her skirt had bunched up from kneeling, exposing her thighs, but she had no time to fix it.

"Oh, those stockings are sexy."

She blushed at my words but didn't adjust her skirt. She'd heard "at attention" meant rigid stance.

"Alright, time to disrobe."

"Eek!!! Disrobe?"

"Yeah. Real dogeza is done fully naked."

Eun-joo's eyes spun in shock. She hesitated.

"Don't wanna? Was that oath only good for this much?"

"N-No, it's not."

Eun-joo squeezed her eyes shut and began unbuttoning her blouse one by one. As the buttons over her chest popped open, her breasts burst forth like they'd been waiting to rebel. They were enormous.

"Oh, I'd been wanting to see those for real."

Ignoring my comment, she finished unbuttoning, shrugged off the blouse, then turned to undo her skirt's hook and let it drop. She lifted each leg to peel off the stockings and stood at attention again—now in just white bra and panties, her whole body flushed red. Posing so humiliatingly for a student over ten years her junior must have been mortifying.

"What're you doing? Not finishing?"

"F-Finishing?"

"You gonna leave the bra and panties on? I said everything off."

Head bowed in shame, Eun-joo reached back and unhooked her bra.

True to their massive size, her areolas and nipples were large too. At least G-cup. It was the first time Hyun-su had seen tits this big in person—porn didn't count.

As she bent to remove her panties, her breasts swayed toward the floor. An incredible sight. Eun-joo slowly slid the panties down to her calves, then lifted one foot to step out—fully exposing her pussy in the process. Her mound was thick with hair, but she'd trimmed around the slit.

As she knelt again for dogeza,

"Hold up."

At my stop, Eun-joo looked up.

"Y-Yes...? Why?"

"On second thought... keeping the stockings on might look better?"

"The stockings?"

She meant the black ones she'd just removed. No choice, Eun-joo put them back on.

"Good. At attention."

Without time to cover herself, she snapped to attention at my order. I approached and grabbed her breasts.

"Whoa... what incredible tits. No boyfriend?"

"No... We broke up recently. I'm single now."

"Whoa... dump tits like these?? Why?"

"Th-That's personal..."

At her words, I squeezed hard with an angry glare.

"Personal? Slaves don't have 'personal' matters. Your body and heart are mine now. Got it?"

"Kuh... Y-Yes, I got it."

"So, why'd you break up?"

"My boyfriend was too obsessed with my body... It felt like he loved my body, not me, so we split."

"Oh ho... Can't blame him with a body like this."

My hand slid from her breasts to her abs. Her belly had a slight pouch.

"Cute tummy?"

"Hah! Th-Thank you."

Then lower, stroking her pubic hair. It felt prickly.

"Tsk tsk... Didn't you know to be embarrassed? Your pussy hair's poking through the stockings. So lewd."

Without panties under the stockings, stray pubes stuck out unevenly.

"B-But you ordered it..."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gently stroked the strays, then yanked one.

"Kuh!"

The pull made her ass jerk forward, following my hand.

"At attention, rigid stance."

Her ass snapped back, and I yanked again. This time she clenched hard, holding still. The hair ripped out.

"Phew~ Good girl. Your obedience is growing."

I blew on the pube in my hand.

"Th-Thank you."

Tears welled from shame and pain, but she held them back and spoke.

"Now... shall we try dogeza for real?"

I grabbed a chair, crossed my legs, and sat before her.