Blackmail in Room and Slave 117

Chapter 117 – 117. Jiyoung Kim & Bomi Kwak (08) Roulette

‘Uh, sister me? Then, what have I done to my sister until now…?’

Ji-young, who is currently feeling in progress how heartbreaking it is to have to look at the person she likes without being able to convey her heart, and that person does not look after her properly, sees herself gasping for pleasure while being raped by Seong-jae, happily volunteering. The figure, the figure obscenely begging for humiliation. And when she saw her betraying herself and choosing pleasure today, she thought of the despair and pain Bomi must have felt, and her heart felt like it would break.

But what made Ji-young even more heartbreaking was that although she knew Bomi’s heartache, she couldn’t accept her heart.

‘I… I’m the master… Sister… I’m sorry…’

Her own mind knows nothing. She was Seongjae, who considered herself only as a tool to deal with her sexual desire, but Jiyoung, who still couldn’t give up her love for Seongjae, apologized to Bomi, who would be suffering and hurt, that she would continue to be with her in the future. I swallowed my tears.

‘It’s fortunate… Jiyoung lost her consciousness…’

On the other hand, Bomi, who was blushing at the fact that her hidden heart was revealed to Seongjae, thought that Jiyoung was still fainting at the sound of her even breathing coming from next to her. Relieved, she opened her mouth.

“That, it’s not because of that… It was because I couldn’t wait… To see my master having a hard time…”

Looking down at Bomi who answered with a trembling voice to her own murmur, her Seongjae smiled and said.

“But was it good? Because you can use that as an excuse to mix Jiyoung and her flesh? Would you have been happy when I made her Jiyoung look at you and humiliate you?”

Although she wasn’t the kind of lover she had hoped for, Bomi, who made a sad face at Seongjae’s command and humiliated herself, felt happy in the arms of Jiyoung, who was sorry and hugged her. I couldn’t answer her question mixed with laughter.

Seongjae, who accepted Bomi’s silence as an affirmation, clicked her tongue.

“Tsk. Since what she gave as punishment was a prize, she has no chin to become a proper teaching assistant. I need to change my method.”

After a short grumble, Seongjae checked Jiyoung’s twitch on her smartphone and opened her mouth.

“What. Good. First listen to her heart for a loved one. Let’s see… So… Ji-Young… First of all, slave assistant Very bad 2 points. 2 penalty points for cheating the owner. In addition, if you add penalty points for the number of times you called a slave ‘sister’ shortly after you pointed it out… How many times did you say ‘sister’?”

Bomi, who had never counted her, was silent, and Seongjae, not hearing her answer, shrugged her shoulders and said.

“What. Can’t help it if you don’t know Let’s say I did it about 10 times enough, and 14 points is a bit disappointing, so I added 1 more point to the total penalty…”

Bomi, taken aback by Seongjae’s words to punish her while saying nonsensical things like ‘get enough’ and ‘because it’s a pity’, hurriedly shouted.

“Now, wait a minute! Mmm, I was counting in my head!”

Seongjae, who was about to say the total penalty points, frowned and asked.

“How many times?”

“That, so…”

‘That…Ah…Ji, when Jiyoung started shaking her ass…”

Desperately searching for her memory, Bomi stammered and opened her mouth.

“Week, 3 times when the master started moving her ass… That, then 4 times after hearing she lost the bet. Eh, the last one is number 1 right before my master feels me, the climax. Seconds, a total of 8 times.”

After hearing Bomi’s calculation, Seongjae nodded slightly.

“Good. So a total of 12 points. Two bees And you…”

-Gulp.

Hearing her sentence against Jiyoung, Bomi swallowed her saliva loudly and she waited for her sentence to be handed down on her.

“Take it from Jiyoung later. Of course, after Jiyoung learns how to deal with her subordinates.”

Bomi, who thought that she would receive penalties equal to or greater than Jiyoung’s, wondered at her Sungjae’s words and gently raised her head.

“Don’t be overjoyed. If Jiyoung judges that the punishment given to you is not appropriate, then I will punish Jiyoung. If you want to protect Jiyoung, you know. Try to get the level of punishment you deserve.”

Seongjae smiled at Bomi, who looked up at her and looked at her, and handed her her smartphone.

“Then we have to decide the punishment. From category. See the 6 on the roulette wheel? I’ll do one of them. Turn it around.”

‘Tattoos, piercings, daily restrictions, shame play, sexual torture, corporal punishment…’

Bomi, who read the words reflected on the screen of her smartphone with the ordinary roulette app running, one by one, trembled her body slightly and turned her roulette wheel.

‘Please, corporal punishment… Or sexual torture… Please…’

Bomi’s prayers for a punishment that leaves no traces on her body and does not cause problems in her daily life seem to have worked, and her first roulette stops at ‘sex torture’.

‘Ha…’

She knows it won’t be easy, but Bomi, relieved that she has averted the worst, hands Sung-jae a smartphone with the results displayed.

“‘Sexual torture’… What. I picked something interesting. Turn it one more time I’ll pick out all the categories and move on.”

Following the instructions of Seongjae, who did not accept the smartphone she handed her, Bomi, who played the roulette wheel once more, looked at the disc spinning dizzyingly at her, and she prayed earnestly once again.

‘Please! Please! Please!’

But this time, Bomi’s wind did not work.

‘Tattoo…’

Confirming her results, Bomi held out her smartphone with her trembling hand.

“‘Tattoo’ is good too. Then let’s move on to the next one. Let’s start with the ‘sex advisor’ that we picked first.”

Seongjae, who picked up the smartphone on his trembling hand, played the next roulette wheel and handed it to Bomi.

-Gulp.

Unlike the disc-shaped roulette from before, Bomi swallowed her saliva while staring at the roulette, which was like a slot machine that only displayed results, and touched ‘Spin!’ With trembling hands.

– Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee!

The frantic change of letters gradually slowed down and then stopped.

-Soju bottle masturbation.

‘This…Why…?’

Seongjae answered the question of Bomi, who knew that masturbation with a long and thin snout was common.

“It is relatively simple. Just masturbate with a soju bottle fixed on the floor. Until the soju bottle is filled with chewing gum.”

‘?!?!’

Unable to estimate how long it would take to fill a 360ml bottle of soju with her love liquid, which was not guaranteed to flow into the bottle, Bomi looked at Seongjae with her face stained with amazement.

“This seems to be on the easy side, but why are you so surprised? You just have to shake her ass. Well, there are no slaves who have done it yet.”

After confirming the result of the roulette, Seongjae said it was not a big deal and prepared the next roulette and held out his smartphone.

“It’s a tattoo. I added a lot of pretty things, so feel free to turn around.”

Bomi, who received her smartphone from Seongjae, who spoke as if she was a good master who thought of her slave, touched the screen with her trembling hand, losing the energy to get angry inside her.

‘Please! Small one! It’s okay!’

– Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee!

Bomi, who had been praying fervently with her eyes closed, cautiously opened her eyes as she heard her roulette wheel stop.

‘QR code-hip…?’

Seeing the screen Bomi was staring at with a blank expression on her face, Seongjae clicked her tongue slightly.

“Tsk. I should make a QR code.”

“To…?”

“Ah. You don’t care. It’s just because it’s annoying to create a QR code that scans and connects to Twitch.”

“That… What?”

“It means making a QR code to etch on her buttock.”

“Well, if someone else scans it…”

“It will be connected to Twitch. Well it’s okay It’s private anyway.”

It wasn’t okay. No matter how private it is, having a profile picture set of a pussy dripping with love juice after being raped by Jiyoung with a dildo and a QR code linking to a private account with the nickname ‘Slave Prosecutor’ in public is already inscribed on the body of that account. It was the same as showing that the owner was himself.

“What is that…”

Just when Bomi was about to protest.

“Sorry. It would have been better if it was on the cheek, the back of the hand, or the forearm.”

-Gulp.

Listening to Seongjae’s voice full of regret, it’s not his buttocks that can’t be seen unless you take off your panties, but he always carves a QR code in an open place, receives curious glances from people around him, and worries about who might be scanning the QR code. Recalling this, Bomi closed her mouth and swallowed.

“But what were you going to say?”

“Oh, nothing…”

“Okay? So, sexual torture is masturbation with a bottle of soju. The tattoo is a QR code on her hip. Are there any problems?”

“Yes… I will accept the punishment that Bomi picked for me…”

The one who responded to Seongjae’s confirmation was Jiyoung, who had been pretending to faint and was contemplating the timing to wake up.

“Ah. Woke up? But what does that mean?”

When Seongjae asked in a puzzled voice, Jiyoung was taken aback.

“Yes? Didn’t Bo-Mi choose the punishment I deserve instead of me who passed out…?”

At Jiyoung’s words, Seongjae frowned at her and said.

“What are you talking about, she says she has to choose the punishment she deserves. This is all Bomi’s punishment.”

“Yes…?”

Sungjae said, ‘You. No way. Do you like it?”

“Since everything that happened today was her slave’s fault, she begged to be punished instead, so she said yes.”

Jiyoung exclaimed in astonishment when she learned of the conversation that had taken place before she came to her senses.

“That?! No! I will take my punishment!”