The Fiancée Bitch Who's a Master at SM Play

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[타이틀: 이사하자마자 집에 찾아와서 보지 대주는 씹걸레 예비신부]

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I immediately started the stream from behind Ji-hye.

A parade of perverts pouring in one after another. Alright, I'll make it fun today.

I headed toward Ji-hye, who was climbing the stairs from the center of the first floor to the second while still fully clothed, and spat out in a dry, sunken voice.

"What the fuck are you doing, you bitch? Strip everything off and crawl your ass up."

The moment my command dropped, Ji-hye's shoulders shuddered. Now I knew for sure. That wasn't fear—it was pleasure. The thrill of her dormant, twisted masochist nature screaming in ecstasy at the harsh insults from her master, who completely dominated and oppressed her.

"Y-yes... M-Master...♥"

Ji-hye fumbled frantically with her buttons. The crisp white blouse she'd been wearing so primly moments ago hit the floor with a thud. She unhooked her bra, unzipped her tight H-line office skirt, and flung it aside. In seconds, she was stark naked, dropping to her knees on the cold first-floor floor without a hint of hesitation, hands planted firmly.

"Crawl."

At my curt order, Ji-hye started crawling toward the stairs on all fours like a dog. I lowered the smartphone camera angle to blatantly capture her plump ass and the intimate view peeking from behind.

"Hah... haat..."

Her knees and palms slapping against the hard marble tile stairs made for a hell of a sight. Her ridiculously huge tits swung with gravity, and every step up made her firm thighs and ass muscles twitch and flex.

The chat was heating up like crazy. I kicked Ji-hye's luscious ass as she crawled up the stairs, like swatting at trash with my shoe tip.

"Ahk!"

"Who told you to crawl like that so sloppily? Lower your waist more, stick that ass up higher. Show your wet cunt clearly to your real masters beyond the screen while you crawl."

"Y-yes... Yesss! Sorry, Master. I'll... I'll stick it up higher...!"

Ji-hye flushed with humiliation but obeyed completely, arching her back grotesquely to thrust her ass sky-high. Panting on all fours as she crawled up, she was nothing like the sweet, rounded Yang Team Leader who'd been buying coffee for her juniors at the office during the day. This was her true self—a filthy rag bitch in heat.

Fuck... gotta install cameras in every zone on the first floor first thing. The second floor had cams in each area, freeing up my hands, but the first was still bare, making it a pain. That thought hit me as I trailed her slow crawl, camera in hand.

Finally, we reached the second-floor living room. The antique wooden table and vintage premium leather sofa I'd splurged on today gleamed under the soft lighting.

"There, see that new leather sofa I bought yesterday? Drape yourself over it."

Ji-hye crawled on all fours onto the expensive leather sofa and sprawled out. Her bare skin against the cool, smooth surface made a lewd friction sound. I approached slowly, placed my shod foot on her waist, and pressed down hard.

"Haaang...!"

"You were babbling earlier today, huh? Said your fiancé cums and passes out in under five minutes, the pathetic loser."

"Y-yes... Ah, hng... Yesss..."

"So you fingered your cunt every night imagining getting beaten and used like this? Pretending to be all prim and nice on the outside while craving this trash-tier play like the horny bitch you are."

"Aa... Ah! Y-yes, that's right. I'm a total pervert rag slut... Hnng, I always imagine you beating me like this... Haaang!"

I unbuckled my belt, folded the leather in half.

Crack-!!

Merciless lashes rained down on Ji-hye's pale ass draped over the leather sofa.

"Aaaak-!! Haaang! M-Master♥"

Crack-!! Smack-!!

"You fucking bitch. Cry properly. You're such a worthless rag slut."

"S-sorry! Hwaaang! Hit me more!! Call me a fucking bitch, please!"

Ji-hye writhed in pain but didn't dodge—instead, she twisted her ass wildly, begging for more. Red welts and bulging whip marks rose on her white cheeks, but pussy juice leaked profusely between her legs, staining the sofa leather. Pain wired straight to pleasure in her broken brain circuits.

A red holographic window exploded in the air with the mission. Perfect—50 million won. This is why I never block missions. Dopamine-drenched degenerates throwing cash like water in this insane capitalist circus.

I smirked, grabbed a gag and black silicone dildo from the duffel bag in the corner of the living room.

"Hey. The big bros say shut your mouth and offer up your holes."

"Mmph, mmph...!"

I pried open Ji-hye's mouth, strapped the silicone gag in tight, buckling the leather behind her head. Drool streamed down her chin since she couldn't swallow. I spread her ass cheeks wide—she offered no resistance, sprawled on the sofa. Between the red, swollen flesh from the beating, her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sopping hole winked lewdly.

"Relax. I'm shoving it all in at once."

I slathered massage gel on her asshole, then rammed the dildo into her pussy. Pulled it out slick with her juices and plunged it straight into her ass.

"Mmmmmmph-!!!!"

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠muffled, guttural scream erupted through the gag. Tears gushed as her body thrashed wildly. I ignored it, shoving the dildo to the hilt and cranking the vibration to max.

Bzzz— bzzzzz-!

"Mmph! Mmmph!! Kkhmmph!"

Ji-hye clawed at the sofa leather, drool pouring as her guts twisted from the brutal vibrations. But even in that agony, her hips instinctively rocked back and forth, chasing pleasure.

I left her draped over the sofa and casually perched on the armrest, lighting a cigarette. Click-. The flame flickered, thick smoke filling the living room.

The chat was exploding. Viewers easily topped 5,000. I exhaled smoke leisurely, coldly gazing down at Ji-hye convulsing before me, face a mess of drool and tears, unable to endure the dildo vibes.

Ten minutes passed like hell—or heaven.

"Haa... Alright, bros, mission done. Time to stuff her pussy too, yeah? This bitch is probably going insane from the itch in her cunt on top of the ass stuffing."

I stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and stood. Unstrapped the gag from her mouth and yanked the dildo from her ass roughly.

"Puhah! Haa, haaa...♥"

I fetched the collar and buckled it around her neck.

"How's the toy feel? No wonder—can't compare to your fiancé's micro-dick. Now I'll show you the real cock you were screaming for. Crawl to the bedroom."

"Y-yes... M-Master... Thank you, thank youuu..."

Her legs gave out, but when I yanked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the leash, she choked and started crawling again.

"Like walking your bitch pussy dog?"

"Y-yes...! Yes!! I love it, Master! So good! Woof woof!"

No script needed—it flowed naturally. Perfect. With the huge space, it took a while from living room to master bedroom. One hand on the leash, the other whipping her ass with the leather belt.

"Move that bitch pussy faster."

Smack-!

"Heeek!!!! Y-yes yes yes!!"

Her ass was marked vividly from the belt. Probably no fucking with the fiancé for a while.

In the master bedroom, on the king-size bed. New today, but the same spot where I'd had sweet vanilla sex with Su-jeong yesterday. Not tonight. Tonight was dog-training a masochistic cunt slut.

I grabbed Ji-hye's hair as she crawled onto the bed, slamming her down roughly. Hoisted both legs over my shoulders, and rammed my rock-hard cock balls-deep into her deepest, most secret spot in one thrust.

"Aaaaak-!! Haaang! O-Oppa...♥ No, M-Master!! So good, too good♥"

I gripped her throat with one hand, choking her airway as I pounded my hips like a maniac.

"Heuk, khek... Hng... K-kill... Kill me... Harder, harder... Eut!"

"You rag slut. Think of your fiancé-to-be and act even sluttier. Show the viewers how filthy you really are!"

"Yesss... I'm a filthy cunt rag...! Better than my pathetic fiancé's tiny dick... Master's cock is a hundred times bigger... Haaang! My womb's gonna rip!! Eut!"

Thud, splat, squelch! Lewd flesh-slapping and Ji-hye's insane moans filled the room. Her eyes rolled back from the choking, gagging for air, but she clenched her pussy wildly in rhythm with my thrusts. Peak dopamine from pain, asphyxia, and utter humiliation.

The chat exploded again with a 100-million-won mega-donation. I looked down at Ji-hye's bloodshot eyes and curled my lips slyly.

"Alright, Ji-hye. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bros want me to paint that pretty face with my cum."

"Haa, haa... Y-yes... Cover me... Cum on my face, in my mouth, everywhere, Master...!"

At the brink of ecstasy. I pulled out of her pussy and unleashed hot, thick semen across her lips, cheeks, and eyelids.

"Haa... Hng...!"

Face glazed in cum, Ji-hye closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue long, lapping up the mess from her lips. Not wasting a drop, she even sucked the remnants from my cock tip.

Fuck. Yeah. Yang Ji-hye lives up to her first-pussy-sale hype.

Fuuuck. Drops 400 million no-mission straight. Plenty of time left—gotta play hard.