Yukiko - 6
Yukiko gazed at her reflection in the vanity mirror. For the first time, she felt that the woman staring back was beautiful. It would be rude to unilaterally deem ugly the face her master had called beautiful. Just imagining yesterday's events made her reflection smile faintly. The first night she had spent with Seongha as lovers was a flawless memory to cherish until death. Even now, dark and humid emotions stirred within her heart. Despite vowing to become firmly his slave rather than settling for some half-hearted relationship, she still harbored lingering attachment to being lovers. It wasn't too late yet. The moment the next slave arrived, it would be. If Yukiko demanded right now that Seongha not bring another woman home, he would grant that request. But once another woman stepped through the door and was taken in by Seongha, Yukiko could never make him discard her—no matter the temptations or slanders she employed. There was no evidence for it, but to Yukiko, that future was as clear as day.
Nevertheless, Yukiko held back. She was happier than she could ever be again. That was the problem. No matter what he did, Seongha couldn't make her any happier than this. Yukiko didn't mind, but what about Seongha? Having discovered the joy that came from making someone else happy, could he really be satisfied with just that? Until now, barricaded in his room, he had denied all relationships, trapped in self-deprecating delusions that no one wanted him. But Yukiko was living proof of his salvation—a resounding success story—and he would start reaching out to help those close to him, one by one. Without needing to throw punches or risk his life in fights, he could make others happy just by fucking women or handing over money. There was no way he wouldn't do it. If Yukiko opposed it fiercely enough, he ultimately wouldn't... but she loved him every bit as much as he loved her. She didn't want to suppress him. In the end, she resolved to be content with that one night of greed beyond the master-slave bond—to satisfy her excess with just their first evening together. Still, for the time being, she could monopolize him. Finishing her preparations, she padded lightly all the way to her master's room.
"I'm coming in."
"Uh, yeah... come on in."
As Yukiko stepped into the room, her master greeted her with slightly awkward informal speech. She had entered his domain full of confidence, but once inside, the fresh post-shower scent of his body robbed her of composure. Even if it seemed like she toyed with people's hearts, the truth was they both lacked any real romantic experience. But as always, she suppressed her impulses with sheer reason. The moment she knelt before the bed, her master's gaze shifted dramatically. No words were needed; they both knew what the other wanted. Savoring his lust-filled stare, Yukiko slipped off her shirt with casual grace. Her perfectly shaped breasts and the black bra barely containing them were laid bare.
"Yesterday, I left everything to Master... but truthfully, that was not the proper attitude for a slave."
Yukiko shed her pants next, flaunting her sleek legs, then unhooked her bra and set it aside.
"A slave's duty is to give Master pleasure—not to seek it from Master as the norm."
Her master's eyes were glued to her breasts, though her arms precariously shielded the most vital peaks. Yukiko stripped away even the thin scrap of fabric covering her below, gathered all her clothes, and neatly folded them to the side.
"This should have been done far sooner. I apologize for only doing it now."
Still kneeling, she bowed her head deeply and slowly. Her breasts floated buoyantly in the air, swaying softly—but the bed was too high for Seongha to catch the sight. His view, however, perfectly captured her prominently arched hips broadcasting raw sexual allure, her slender waist proclaiming elegant beauty, and her forehead pressed to the floor declaring utter submission.
"Thank you for choosing me."
Seongha had no idea how to react to Yukiko's naked dogeza right before him, but his gaze remained locked on her.
"Even now, you may enjoy this body however much you desire. Step on my head and grind it underfoot if you wish. Spank my ass raw."
Yukiko teased his dominant urges ever so gently. Seongha descended from the bed, his large hand touching her pale shoulder blade. His warm palm glided slowly up her back to her hips, stroking like one might pet a cat.
"Hah... eek...."
Just that tender touch set Yukiko's body ablaze. He stroked her hair softly next, then scooped her up by the shoulders. His powerful arms lifted her effortlessly, draining all strength from her limbs in an instant. Her kneeling legs dangled in the air. Tossed onto the bed, Yukiko deftly laid her master down and yanked off his bottoms in one smooth motion. His cock stood rigidly erect. Not quite the shock of her first glimpse, but its monstrous size was hardly something to grow accustomed to after one look. If anything, now that she knew the terror of it buried inside her, a fresh wave of dread gripped her—just staring at it made her memories scream.
"I shall serve you."
Yukiko extended her tongue lightly and gave the supine Seongha's cock a tentative lick. Having tasted it once before, she knew instantly—no intuition required. This cock was dangerous. The moment she accepted his semen, she'd devolve into a cock-obsessed sow once more. She adjusted her plan on the fly. After lapping his hefty balls once or twice more, she crawled slightly up the bed and slipped under Seongha's still-clinging T-shirt.
"Wha—what?"
His scent saturated the thin fabric. Yukiko held her breath against the dizzying pleasure and softly licked his chest. The T-shirt constricted around her head. Though she was the one tonguing his pecs, it felt as if his chiseled chest and abs were mercilessly crushing her own breasts and face. Each time she dipped her waist, his rigid length brushed her soft lower belly—no mere brush; its girth and hardness made it feel like penetration to her.
"Does it... feel good?"
"Yeah, feels amazing."
As she wriggled free of the shirt, Seongha stripped off the rest. His body glistened slick with her saliva. Yukiko's face shone with sweat and tears. She resumed licking his cock. Her supple tongue coiled around the shaft, now swollen beyond measure for minutes. She meticulously cleaned the glans' midpoint before swirling lovingly around the massive length.
"Whenever you feel like cumming... just unleash it inside this slave's body without restraint."
Yukiko drew a deep breath and engulfed his cock with a wet slurp. She couldn't swallow it whole at first but angled her head just right. Thrusting her throat deep, she took nearly all of it—though the tip lingered just outside.
"Mmph... glrk..."
"Whoa, fuck, you're really good at this, Yukiko..."
The slick warmth of her mouth mingled with her tongue's velvet glide, drawing gasps of awe from Seongha. But Yukiko—her head stuffed full of cock flavor, scent, and sheer mass—couldn't register a word. She serviced him on pure reflex, no room to bask in the praise.
"Cumming—dodge, gotta—"
As if yesterday's load hadn't even been a full day's output, a torrent of thick, sticky semen flooded her throat. It was less "mouthful" and more deepthroat impalement—the overflow gushed from her stuffed gullet, spilling past her lips and dribbling downward.
"Guhk, glrk. Mmmph..."
Nearly solid in consistency, it barely went down, but she gulped desperately, forcing it deeper into her throat again and again. Droplets that escaped splattered beside her master's cock, and Yukiko lapped them up greedily.
"No need to push yourself that hard."
Seongha stroked her hair tenderly. But to Yukiko's ears, it twisted into something else entirely.
"Then... you're giving me... cock... ♥"
Having crammed down the load, her reason evaporated. The drug-like rush scrambled her mind. Like a days-starved mutt eyeing a grease-dripping steak, awaiting its master's say-so, her thoughts brimmed with cock. Not even a full day since yesterday's degrading howls and her own vow to never again. But just as she'd feared, one taste of semen in her mouth, and she was helplessly enslaved to ecstasy.
"Service... I'll serve you. ♥ I'll handle everything ♥"
Yukiko slinked up his body, aligning her dripping pussy with his skyward-thrusting cock.
"Hiiiii ♥"
She went limp and impaled herself fully on the cock she'd craved so desperately. Only then did she realize: yesterday, he'd shown mercy while ravaging her. Missionary, doggy—he'd plunged deep enough both times but hadn't forced every last inch. Partly virgin inexperience, partly no need; she'd already gasped and writhed in pain-laced bliss. But now, self-skewered to the hilt with no gentle soul to intervene, only the pitiless pillar of meat remained—and the overconfident bitch who figured one prior fuck meant she could handle it.
"HAAAAAAAAH ♥♥♥"
The pleasure hit so immense it registered as agony. An alien sensation slammed into her like a meteor. She couldn't even dream of rocking her hips to ease it out—impaled stock-still, her mind fractured halfway to oblivion.
"Y-You okay?"
"H-Hii, s-sorry. My hips... need to... shake..."
Yukiko clawed for sanity to serve her master, but her legs refused to obey. Her mind rallied somewhat, yet her body lay paralyzed.
"Hips... won't move... service..."
From within, the cock surged upward like it would rupture her clean through. Her body compressed to breathlessness. Her squirming form lifted skyward with effortless grace. Before she could process, the embedded shaft slipped free downward. Seongha had hoisted her entire weight on it and risen to his knees atop the bed. Suddenly face-to-face with her master, Yukiko flushed too ashamed to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"This counts as service too. Call it... onahole service. You don't have to do a thing—just stay plugged on me and enjoy."
"Th-That doesn't make sense... hngh ♥"
The instant his cock breached her entrance, familiar defeat crashed over her. Seongha pistoned in with skillful rhythm. Already immobile, every twitch met a thrust—forcing her to yield obediently.
"Hii, hn, hng—th-thank... you."
Her master simply grinned and fucked her senseless. She felt his arms brace her back as he ravaged her again and again.
Several positions cycled through, and Yukiko—slightly more seasoned—endured without blacking out until Seongha had unloaded three times. Factoring in the oral one, it matched yesterday's tally, but she counted it as a personal victory.
"But... for onahole service, even if I collapse, couldn't you just keep fucking away without issue?"
Yukiko queried, fresh off swallowing his third load. Her body was slathered in semen everywhere, her pussy swollen angry-red.
"W-Well, doing it solo doesn't feel meaningful... and onahole service or not, I like it when you feel good too?"
Yukiko beamed radiantly at Seongha's bashful reply. It was the first time he'd seen her smile so brilliantly. Her lucid interval was heartbreakingly brief; she collapsed soon after. Seongha tucked the precious sight deep in his memory and drifted off beside his first-fallen slave.