Chapter 2: Imprinting and the Awakening of Pleasure
The pink drug trickling down her nape ravaged Seo Yu-ran's mind with cruel abandon.
Blood surged through her veins like molten magma, scorching hot.
Every cell in her skin stood on end, registering even the faintest breeze as a chilling, electric sting.
"Alright, mic's on. Read from the first line, Announcer Seo Yu-ran."
Choi Yeong-gon's low, gravelly command pierced her eardrums.
Yu-ran's vision blurred as she stared at the camera lens straight ahead.
The lens that she would have faced with unwavering confidence before millions,
now glared back like the monstrous eye of a beast hungry to devour her whole.
"I... Seo Yu-ran... ngh,"
The moment the first words escaped her lips, a sharp vibration shot up from her lower belly.
The drug was kicking in for real now.
Her mouth went dry, her chest heaving with every breath.
"Can't do it right? Your diction's all slurred. Should I send this ragged breathing to your husband too?"
"N-no, please...! Don't... hngh..."
Her husband's name was Yu-ran's sole brake, yet the cruelest snare tightening around her neck.
Biting her lip in shame, Yu-ran forced out the lewd lines scrawled on the paper.
"I... pretend to be chaste... but I'm a... slutty... bitch. I deceived the public... acted all noble, but..."
"In truth... in a place like this... I crave... being dominated by a man... haang! Ahh!"
She couldn't finish the sentence—a piercing moan erupted instead.
Choi Yeong-gon had approached, his rough palm gliding over her exposed shoulder and collarbone.
Sensitized a hundredfold by the drug, even simple caresses melted her brain into molten ecstasy.
Development of Erogenous Zones
"Your voice still sounds so intellectual, but your body's burning like a total whore."
Choi Yeong-gon smirked vilely as he began teasing her most sensitive spots.
With the soft leather whip's handle tip, he pressed hard against her nipples heaving beneath her shirt.
"Aaahk! Hah, hngh!"
"Just touching here has your hips bucking like that?"
"Looks like your husband never developed these. Pathetic—you've lived without knowing real pleasure."
"Hah, hah... Ah, ah... Stop... please... my brain, it's... going weird..."
Yu-ran's reason screamed in rejection.
She was a faithful wife who loved her husband,
South Korea's top journalist.
But the pink drug flooding her mind mercilessly crumbled her rational walls.
Wherever Choi Yeong-gon's fingers touched, red blotches bloomed on her skin like fire,
and her rigid pride vanished without a trace, swept away by waves of pleasure.
Choi Yeong-gon bit her earlobe roughly and whispered.
"Be honest now. Which do you prefer—your lofty news desk, or being crushed beneath me like this?"
"Th-that... hng, of course... ah! Haang!!"
As she hesitated, Choi Yeong-gon twisted her hypersensitive nipple viciously between his fingers.
Lightning jolted down her spine.
From lips tainted by the drug, no trace remained of an announcer's dignity—only filthy lines spilled out.
"I-it feels... good... hah, hngh... being handled... so rough... it's too, haang! intenseee..."
Shattered Reason
Unaware of her own words, Yu-ran's eyes rolled back completely, staring blankly upward.
Sweat-soaked short hair clung messily to her cheeks; a trail of drool leaked from her mouth.
Total collapse. Total surrender.
As if reaching the final stage, Choi Yeong-gon slipped his hand between her bound legs.
Beneath her tightly shut skirt—the symbol of her chastity—was already soaked,
drug side effects and forced stimulation drenching her outer clothes in sticky shame.
"Your crotch is a flood already, Seo Yu-ran. Your husband needs to see this."
"Ah... aaah... honey... Dae-jun... ah, no, don't look... don't look!!"
Her plea for salvation, calling her husband's name, turned to a scream
the instant his fingers flicked her most secret, exquisitely sensitive core—her clit.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Direct assault on a erogenous zone pushed to extremes by the drug.
It was a cataclysmic wave of pleasure beyond anything Yu-ran had ever experienced—or even imagined.
Fireworks exploded in her skull.
She thrashed her leather-cuffed wrists violently, arching her back rigidly into the air.
Reason had numbed to oblivion.
Only the drug and the searing sexual sensations Choi Yeong-gon imprinted dominated her body.
"Haaaaah!!! Ngh, nyaaah!"
Her legs quivered uncontrollably.
Yu-ran crested a massive pleasure wave from external stimulation and the drug alone—no penetration.
Shameful fluids squirted like a fountain, soaking the chair and floor; her head lolled limply backward.
Trembling faintly in the afterglow, drooling—Seo Yu-ran, utterly spent.
The camera captured every moment of South Korea's most chaste woman's downfall.
Choi Yeong-gon gazed down, exhaling a long plume of cigarette smoke.
A satisfied smile—he had completed the first stage of training with his own hands.