The Slave's Growth
After parting ways with Hyun-sook, I entered the classroom and found Yerin there.
"Sleep well?"
"Yeah... thanks to you... I slept like a rock..."
"Me too. Hey, Yerin, check this out. Ta-da."
I showed her my laptop.
"Whoa, you bought a laptop??"
"Yeah. Figured I could trade anytime, anywhere with wireless internet. Tired of dragging myself to the PC bang every time."
"Totally. Never thought of that."
"Want me to get you one too, Yerin?"
"Should I? It'd make things way easier for me."
"Cool. I've got time Thursday morning—wanna go together?"
"Yeah... sounds good."
"So, how's it going for you? Any wins?"
I'd helped her make up to 44 million won by the end.
"A little... loss... Hiiing..."
With that aegyo now in her arsenal, Yerin was lethal.
"Gah! My heart... it hurts..."
"Eek! Hyun-su, what's wrong?"
Yerin rushed over in a panic.
"Pfft... Your aegyo's killing my heart~ Be careful."
"What the— you scared me! Hehet."
We chatted and goofed around until it was nearly 1 p.m. before we knew it.
"Huh? Heerin still hasn't shown?"
I asked Young-hoon since Heerin hadn't arrived yet.
"Young-hoon, did Heerin get home okay last night?"
"Uh... yeah... she did?"
He said yes, but he seemed hesitant somehow.
"Did she drink too much and get a hangover?"
"Probably. She'll show up later."
In the end, Heerin never made it by 1 p.m.
After the major class ended, Yerin and I parted ways since our schedules differed.
I wrapped up my classes somehow and headed home early today. Eun-joo was probably waiting.
I hadn't spent time with her last night because of Yerin.
Sure enough, when I got home, Eun-joo was there to greet me first.
She carefully helped me out of my clothes as I entered, then led me to the bathroom and gently washed my body.
After the bath service, as we stepped out, a meal was already set on the table.
"Master, please eat. I prepared it in advance."
Following her lead, I found stir-fried pork belly—my favorite—along with soybean paste stew loaded with sliced green chilies for that perfect spicy kick.
"Whoa... Eun-joo, this is seriously delicious. Getting a slave like you feels like hitting the jackpot."
Eun-joo was perfect at housework, cooking—everything. Even nights. If I hadn't met her, she could've been some guy's ideal wife.
"Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life, Master."
My cock sprang to attention at her confession.
"Ah... can't hold back. Eun-joo, suck my dick while I eat."
"Yes... of course."
She slipped under the table, pulled down my pants, and took my erect cock into her mouth.
Slurp... mm... suck... Her slow, savoring technique was unmatched.
Healing fellatio. A skill only Eun-joo could pull off.
Eating delicious food up top while getting the ultimate healing below—this was paradise.
She kept sucking until I finished my meal.
After eating, I moved to the bed.
"I told you to study paizuri last time—did you?"
"Yes. I watched various videos and studied."
"Alright, let's see the results."
Eun-joo's breasts were made for paizuri— no reason not to use them.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and she knelt, removing her top.
Her luscious tits spilled out into the world.
"Hoo... ahh..."
I'd seen them a million times, but they felt fresh every time.
She draped them over my thighs, then poured oil she'd brought onto them.
"Ooh... you came prepared."
"Thank you."
Once her breasts glistened, she lifted them with both hands and sandwiched my cock between.
Normally, tits this size would swallow a dick whole, but mine was a size up, so at least the head poked out.
As she moved her breasts up and down, the head appeared and vanished rhythmically.
"Ugh... ahh... so good."
The soft yet firm pressure was heavenly—I could cum any second.
The sensation was killer, but the visual was pure satisfaction.
"Eun-joo, gonna cum."
Then she leaned down, took the protruding head in her mouth, and shifted to sliding her tits back and forth.
The new texture plus her tongue on the head sent me over—I blew my load.
She swallowed every drop and showed me her tongue to prove it.
I stroked her hair.
"Come here, Eun-joo."
I laid her beside me and gently fondled her breasts. The oiled skin felt slick and even softer.
"This edible oil?"
I wanted to suck them, so I asked.
"Yes... I figured I'd suck your cock during paizuri, so I bought edible."
"Whoa... seriously. You..."
I couldn't finish. Overwhelmed.
She wasn't just blindly obedient—she thought deeply. And even with her own ideas, she never went against mine, always acting to make me happy. How could I not love her?
My cock powered back up.
"Can't skip the reward tonight. Here's your carrot."
I was the type to give incentives properly.
I laid her flat on the bed, slid down, and started licking her pussy.
Her hands instinctively reached down to spread it.
"Mm... no, no... Eun-joo, not tonight."
I brushed her hands away.
"Tonight, you're not my slave—you're the woman I love, sleeping with me."
Tears welled in her eyes at my words. Deeply moved.
She'd been content as my slave forever, but my sweet talk melted her.
She moved her hands, caressing my hair and face as I licked her devotedly—parts she'd always wanted to touch but never dared.
"Hah... mmph..."
Small moans escaped as my tongue worked her pussy.
Usually, she serviced like a slave, so this was rare. I'd lick or finger her on whims, roughly. But this loving care felt amazing.
Minutes in, she neared climax.
"Ah... ahn... M-Master... gonna cum... your tongue's so soft... gonna cum faster..."
"Call me Hyun-su tonight."
"Uh... uhh... haat... heung... T-Tongue... Hyun-su...!!"
She cried my name and came.
I climbed over her limp body.
"Feel good...?"
"Yesss... so good..."
"Round two~"
I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.
Post-orgasm, it softly enveloped and sucked me in.
"Ngh... haa... g-good... so good."
Moans poured out with every thrust.
"Haa... haaht... hah... hng...!"
My hips sped up to her rhythm.
"Hng... yes... haa... ha... haa... M-Master... me too... cumming again..."
"Hahk! Hahk!! I said Hyun-su's fine!"
"Haa... ahn... haa... uh... uhn... I... I... l-like... M-Master... f-forever... your... sl-slave... oooh... ahh...!!"
Her confession drove my hips wild—a loving payback.
She rolled her eyes back, climaxed, and passed out.
"Hahk... hahk... Wish we had a tub here... Should we move somewhere nicer?"
I carried her fainted form to the bathroom and washed her clean.
"Gonna do this every time? Why do all my girls pass out?"
After cleaning, I tucked her into bed gently.
As I lay down, my phone buzzed.
Checking it, my eyes reddened. Heart pounding.
'This... crazy bastard... what the hell have I been doing? Didn't even know what mattered...?'
In my past life, I'd lived down south, then moved to Seoul for Korea University, starting my solo life. Graduated, got a job, married—and one day, a call shattered everything. My family—Dad, Mom, little sister—died in a car crash en route to my place in Seoul. All gone on impact.
I grieved hard back then, but time dulled it. Life without them became normal.
Even regressed, I'd forgotten them amid the rush.
Staring at the text, tears welled, then poured thick.
"M-Mom... huu... huuugh."
I sobbed for ages. Guilt, relief at seeing them again, longing—all crashing together.
Eun-joo, now awake, patted my back and held me. She didn't know why, but trusted there was a reason—and was shocked to see me cry.
"Yeah... better late than never... I'll do right by them."
I lay with her, murmuring. Her embrace calmed me.
"Heading to the countryside Friday. Back soon."
"Yes. Travel safe. I'll head home too, tidy up."
Curious about her place.
"Oh, right? Eun-joo, what about your old apartment?"
"Just left it. Gotta clean when I go back."
"Where is it?"
"Near school."
"How big?"
"32 pyeong..."
"Nice! Bet it has a tub."
"Yeah... probably."
"Why leave a good place for here?"
"Because you told me to... Ah! Master, wanna move in together?"
"Exactly!"
"Great..."
Action time. I grabbed some clothes and we headed to her apartment.
Spacious, spotless. Three rooms, two baths—one with my favorite tub (not huge).
A week empty, faint dust, but still impeccably clean.
"Eun-joo really is the perfect homemaker."
Late night, we cuddled in her bed like always and drifted off.