Chapter 118 – 118. Jiyoung Kim & Bomi Kwak (09) Preparing to Go Out
“That?! No! I will take my punishment!”
Ji-young exclaimed in a hurry, not wanting to cause more damage to Bomi, who would have been hurt countless times because of her until now and in the future. But her seongjae shook her head and opened her mouth.
“No.”
Bomi, in despair at her resolute voice that does not allow counterarguments, hoped for Bomi with an apologetic expression, and Bomi, who was worried that Seongjae would reverse what she had said and intend to punish Jiyoung, looked at Jiyoung with relief.
Seongjae smiled and said as he saw the master and slave looking at each other with affectionate eyes.
“Then. The demerit point settlement is over… I have to pay the price of the bet, right?”
The master and the slave, who were gradually getting closer to each other, were startled by Seongjae’s words. It was because he thought that the punishment that Bomi would receive, which had just been confirmed, was the price of the bet.
“Four?! The penalty points are the price…”
“Bur, the punishment is mine…?”
Hearing the embarrassed voices of the two, Seongjae opened his mouth as if wondering.
“What are you talking about? That’s an aggravated punishment for breaking the rules again soon after my point is over, and it has nothing to do with betting.”
She paid a heavy price, but Bomi, who was relieved at the thought that Ji-young made it possible for her to escape her punishment, was devastated.
“Yeah, that could be…”
And Ji-young, who did not want to burden Bomi anymore, stepped forward to pay the price of the bet herself.
“Well, then I’ll take it all!”
However, Seongjae did not listen to Jiyoung’s wishes again.
“The two of you will pay the price together, so there’s no such thing as taking everything alone.”
“That, that…”
“Do you have two trench coats?”
Ji-young, who was discouraged by the fact that she couldn’t pay for Bomi, shook her head at Seong-jae’s question.
“No… Master…”
Seongjae clicked his tongue at Jiyoung’s answer that he had sent all the clothes that were not allowed to him and were only a burden when he moved here.
“Tsk. Bomi, you?”
“Me too…”
“Ha…”
After hearing Bomi’s answer, Seongjae sighed and picked up his smartphone to call Jihye.
– I got a call. Master.
“Do you have two trench coats?”
Wisdom answered Seongjae’s question straight away.
-Yes. Master. There is.
“Take it and come down to Jiyoung’s room.”
Seongjae, who finished her order and hung up the phone without hearing an answer, muttered as she looked over at the master and slave who were trembling, worried about what would happen to them in the future.
“I wonder if there are no underwear… Hmm…”
‘Trench coat… Underwear… Standing, no way a barbary?’
‘Could it be exposed outdoors? Haha… Lord, I’d be so happy if it was just the two of us with the owner… Uh, my sister wouldn’t be like that… Haha…’
Seongjae, looking at the two shivering and guessing what they would do with the keywords ‘trench coat’ and ‘underwear’, made a decision after seeing traces of love juice and semen tangled in the wine-colored stockings remaining on Ji-young’s body.
“Gather them all in one place under your underwear. And Jiyoung, you squeeze the semen in her pussy on top of that. Until there is no more semen coming out of her pussy.”
“Haha… Yes… Master…”
Wearing semen-stained underwear and wearing only a trench coat over it, walking down the street, Ji-young gasped lightly at the thought of unrolling the front of her coat at Seong-jae’s command, feeling sorry for the fact that Bomi, who has no disposition, had to suffer such shame. She put together the wine-colored see-through lingerie she was wearing and the black lingerie Bomi was wearing. She then squatted on top of her and began to press her lower belly and squeeze the cum-packed cum out of her uterus and cunt.
A sticky liquid composed of semen and love juice flowed from her flailing pussy and began to stain the pieces of cloth on the floor. He hurriedly managed his expression when he saw that his eyes were on him.
‘That filthy thing… How can you come up with such an outrageous idea? Am I just thinking about this?’
Bomi, who cursed Seongjae for bullying them in a way normal people would never imagine, hoped at least that the lining that came into direct contact with her own flesh would not be stained with dirty semen.
“Ahhhhh… Everything is squeezed out. Master…”
Seongjae, who was smiling as she watched Bomi, her eyes trembling and looking at her underwear soiled by the obscene liquid, turned her attention to Jiyoung’s report.
When she saw the two sets of underwear soaked in the sticky white turbid liquid, Satisfied Seongjae gave a brief instruction.
“Put it on.”
Hearing her words that she wished she hadn’t heard, Bomi approaches her and picks up her own underwear with her trembling hands.
‘What is this… How cheap was it…’
Seeing her underwear stained with sticky liquid here and there, Bomi sighed inwardly, in spite of Bomi’s hope that her lining would not get wet. Put on
‘Uh… Disgusting.’
While Bomi was trembling at the dirty sensation she felt when the sticky liquid on the lining touched her body, Ji-young, who had already finished wearing her underwear, felt the anticipation of the pleasure she would feel in the upcoming hell of shame and the guilt that she had made Bomi go through that hell as well. He groaned and shivered.
‘Haugh… Lord, outdoor exposure with the owner… Haha… Hah… Ha, but because of me, even my sister… Haa… If you let me cover her face…’
While Ji-young was hoping for a little mercy from her Sung-jae, her Seong-jae was appreciating the two women covering her body in her filthy underwear.
A see-through wine-colored bra with liquid that anyone can guess what it is.
The deep cleavage formed between the large, firm breasts supported by that bra.
A gorgeous burgundy garter belt that goes under your pretty belly button.
Regardless of the white turbidity deposited here and there, the mounds were wet and exposed on top of the small wine-colored see-through panties that clung to the skin.
Stockings with sticky things attached here and there connected to straps that started at the garter belt and ran down her waist and down her thighs.
‘Did you say burgundy? It’s coloristic. It’s all right.’
Seongjae, who looked over from above at Jiyoung, who was exhaling with a flushed face, looked at Bomi standing next to her with a satisfied expression on her face.
A see-through black bra with sticky white turbidity sprayed here and there.
A slightly small but resilient peak that lifts up a bra with a small area.
Black see-through panties covering her pussy with a palm-sized piece of cloth soaked in sticky liquid.
‘The color of the underwear is black, so it’s very good that the color contrasts and the semen looks more prominent?’
The intercom rang as Seongjae smiled at Bomi, who seemed to be able to immediately notice that even from a distance, she was covered in semen.
“Wisdom brought a coat. Let’s go.”
Seongjae, who left the room with the two wearing underwear stained with white turbidity, opened the front door.
“Master. I brought two trench coats here.”
“Good job. What are you doing? Take it quickly and put it on.”
Seongjae, who praised her wisdom, urged the two standing behind him, and Jiyoung and Bomi carefully accepted the trench coat that Jihye was holding.
‘Berberry?!?! That’s it! A thousand dollars worn by an actor! Aren’t you crazy?! You’re going to dirty this expensive coat with semen?!’
Unlike Ji-young, who doesn’t know or care about her fashion, Bomi, who knows exactly the value of the coat they were given, was shocked.
However, Jeong-jae, who ordered her to wear it, and Ji-hye, who handed her to wear it, were silent, but she was unable to say anything on her own, so she followed Ji-young, who was already wearing a coat, and put it on.
“Huh… I guess you’re going out for a walk. Master… Haha… Can’t the bitch follow?”
When Ji-hye looked at the two women wearing only her underwear and her coat with envy, Seong-jae shook her head.
“No. I can’t because I have a lot to do today. I’ll take you out with the other bitches later, so go in and rest today.”
“All right. Master. Then we will look forward to that day.”
Wisdom, who swallowed her regret, bowed politely and left. Seongjae, who looked over at Jiyoung and Bomi, who were wearing coats, said to Bomi, who had all her buttons buttoned up, unlike Jiyoung, who was waiting with her front flap open.
“Unbutton it. Unbutton and fasten the belt. Jiyoung and you too.”
Knowing what she would look like if only her belt was fastened in the current situation, Bomi flinched and began to unfasten her buttons one by one with her trembling hands.
Ji-young, who was panting in anticipation of her soon-to-be shameful pleasure after tying her waist strap, saw Bomi unbuttoning her buttons with her trembling hands and cautiously called to her Sungjae.
“Ha ha… Ha… Lord, master… Ha ha…”
Seongjae answered her slave’s call, staring at her huge breasts, which seemed to be wider than before, as if she had tied her waist strap.
“Why?”
“Bo, Bomi is haugh… No, it’s my first exposure… Haha… Uh, can’t we just cover her face… Huh…”
Hearing Jiyoung’s requests, Seongjae grinned.
“I can ask you that much. But. Then you’ll go out without a belt. Are you okay?”
‘Huh, without a belt! Bar, even if the wind blows lightly, everything will be revealed!!!’
When she went outside without even wearing her belt, Ji-young, who felt dizzying pleasure just by imagining the shameful situation she would experience and the pleasure she would feel at that time, answered with her excited exclamation.
“Haha! Whoa! Yes yes yes! It’s okay, it’s okay! That, so!”
“Oh no! Master! I-I’m fine!”
Bomi, who heard Jiyoung’s voice, shouted urgently, but her declaration of Sungjae was made.
“Good. Then let Bomi wear her mask or mask. Instead, Jiyoung, take off your belt.”
