Chapter 298 – 298. Kim Ji-Young & Kwak Bo-Mi (21) Ribbon
The last day of the year. Bomi, who was heading to the officetel after leaving her boss and colleagues who were pestering her for a year-end party, got irritated and chewed her lip.
“Why do you have to celebrate that trash bastard’s birthday? Other bitches don’t even take a single year. Why!”
Of course, Bomi also knew that the reason was because of Jiyoung, her owner whom she loved.
But all Bomi could do, unable to blame Jiyoung, was to grumble and shift the blame to another slave.
“Damn bitches. “Do those sluts who have been slaves for so long don’t know when that bastard’s birthday is?”
“Well, there’s no way horny bitches who think with their pussies would be interested in anything other than sleeping.”
“Do these sluts who have nothing but semen, dicks, and sex have any idea about human relationships?”
Bomi, who was constantly muttering and letting off steam in the car with no one listening, finally arrived and gritted her teeth when she saw the newly built officetel visible beyond the traffic light.
“Ugh… I need to get rid of that scumbag quickly… What’s so good about being such a scumbag? It keeps getting women. Isn’t a bitch called a noble a bit twisted…”
Bomi, who was irritated by the situation in which even the foreigner, who was presumed to be her influential figure, was enslaved by her decision, unable to do anything about her wisdom, parked her car in a parking lot that was ridiculously large compared to the number of occupants, and took her own life.
Went up to the room.
Bomi roughly threw her purse and coat into the officetel, which showed no signs of her life, changed into her slippers, and went out into the hallway and headed to Jiyoung’s room.
-Ding dong… Ding-dong…
When Bomi rang her doorbell, her ringtone rang down the hallway, and a moment later the sound of her door being unlocked came from her door.
“Huh…”
Although she was happy to meet someone she loved for the first time in a few days, she couldn’t help but be happy when she thought about what would happen next. Bomi let out a deep sigh and she slowly opened the door. Br〉
The person who opened her door and greeted Bomi as she entered the narrow entrance was Jiyoung, who didn’t cover up her curvaceous body at all as she went too far out and went too far in.
“Welcome, Bomi. You came early. I can prepare leisurely. “I washed up, so come out after washing up.”
Jiyoung said with a smile and headed to her bedroom. Bomi briefly looked at the long ribbon tattoo that went across just above her plump buttocks, bouncing lightly every time she took a step. Bomi fumbled with her waistband with the same tattoo and went into the bathroom.
‘Huh… This isn’t for her for that scumbag. ‘I’m washing for my master.’
Bomi took a shower, reminding herself that she was cleaning her body not for her Seongjae, but for her Jiyoung. She wiped away the moisture running down her body, which was relatively less curved than Jiyoung’s, and dried her hair.
She went to the bedroom.
In her bedroom, Jiyoung, who had already finished dressing up, laid out several of her long sashes on the bed and was looking through something about her on her smartphone.
“Master?”
When Bomi, who noticed her vague band that he thought was for her restraints, tilted her head and asked, Jiyoung, who was looking at her smartphone with a thoughtful expression, raised her head.
“Ah. It’s Bomi. Did you wash everything? Then, would you like to get dressed up? In the meantime, I’ll look for some good ribbon.”
Bomi, who was going to put on makeup not to impress Sungjae but to at least protect her pride, tilted her head and asked because she couldn’t understand what she was saying about looking for the ribbon.
“Master. A ribbon?”
“It’s your birthday, master. “You should wrap the gift nicely.”
“Eh…?”
A scene flashed through Bomi’s mind as she became even more confused by Jiyoung’s answer as she did not take her eyes off her smartphone and started making stupid noises.
‘No way… No way… To be like that woman…?’
Jiyoung said as Bomi’s eyes were shaking as she remembered Minji, who had received a Christmas gift wrapped in a large box with only a red band wrapped around it.
“I’m looking for a ribbon that goes well with my pelvic tattoo and makes my master want to eat it as soon as he sees it, but I can’t find anything suitable. Me too, but I want to package you as nicely as possible…”
Bomi, knowing that what was said was the truth, asked cautiously.
“Lord, master… You prepared a separate gift…”
Jiyoung, who was entering another search term, nodded and answered.
“The watch arrived on time. It was packaged well too. But this and that are different. This is also a long-awaited opportunity to appeal to your master. “The master will have to use you this time…”
Bomi, feeling her indescribable sadness upon seeing Jiyoung seriously worrying about her absurd thoughts, bit her lip slightly to compose herself.
‘Okay. It would be better for me to suffer instead of my master. I would rather watch my master be happy while being humiliated by that scum…’
Seeing Jiyoung happy to be hugged by Sungjae and telling herself that it would be better for her to be humiliated than to have her heartbroken, Bomi sat down at her dressing table and started putting on her makeup.
Jiyoung, who was looking for a nice ribbon, thought about Bomi’s expression that she saw out of the corner of her eye a little while ago.
‘If the master is interested in Bomi and fucks Bomi… So if Bomi learns the joy of being fucked by the master… If that happens, Bomi will give up her feelings for me and fall for the master… Because of me. There will be no more difficulties or making the same facial expressions…’
Jiyoung hopes that her best solution, which she came up with after thinking about it for a long time, will come true, and she hopes to find the ‘naked ribbon’
Bomi, who had put on makeup that highlighted her unique nervous and sharp expression, roughly tied up her uncombed hair and approached Jiyoung.
“Master. “I finished my makeup.”
She was comparing her tattoos and ribbons covering her and her Bomi’s hips when Jiyoung heard her soft voice and raised her head, looking at her unkempt hair and opening her eyes.
“What’s this! I can’t do it. “Come here.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiyoung stood up from her seat, dragged Bomi and sat her on the dressing table.
Bomi, who was surprised by her sudden action and was dragged away without even thinking about resisting, called out to Jiyoung in a voice tinged with embarrassment.
“Lord, master?!”
Jiyoung didn’t care about that reaction and took off the headband that was tying up Bomi’s hair and took out her comb.
Only then did Bomi realize what Jiyoung was trying to do and moved her head to avoid her hand coming closer to her hair.
“Lord, master. Yes, I will do it.”
But Jiyoung spoke firmly to Bomi.
“Stay still. I’ll polish it for you. I told him to decorate himself well…”
Jiyoung, who suppressed Bomi’s movements with her words, began to comb her long, flowing hair with her hands.
‘Gah, why all of a sudden… Haha… Ha, but… Lord, my master… Haha… Good…’
It was strange that Jiyoung, who had not been as interested in hairstyles as he was since they were in college together, suddenly pointed out her hair, which was no different from usual, but Bomi, who did not dislike the touch of her hand combing out her tangled hair, occasionally touched her body. He trembled and placed his head in his master’s hands.
Jiyoung said as she began combing her slightly tangled hair with her fingers.
“From now on, organize it well so that the owner can use it at any time. Okay?”
When Bomi was told to trim her hair for Sungjae’s sake, not for aesthetic beauty but to be ‘used’, she trembled for a different reason than before.
She knew why the slave trembled, but she pretended not to know and continued to brush her, as Jiyoung tied up her well-manicured hair.
“Ruler. It’s okay. From now on, we should at least do this. Okay?”
“… Yes… Master…”
Bomi answered reluctantly and stood up, thanking her.
“Thank you for trimming the slave’s hair. “Master.”
“No. It’s okay.”
Jiyoung said, lightly shaking her head as she straightened her comb, and held out her smartphone, whose screen was filled with a woman wearing a ribbon on her naked body.
“Rather than that, let’s choose the ribbon first. What shape do you think would be good? If I do it like Minji, it would be a bit disappointing to play separately from the tattoo, and it seems a bit too messy to play both up and down. What do you think would be good?”
Jeong-mi, who really liked ribbons and such, but couldn’t say that, looked through the pictures on the screen of Ji-young’s smartphone and pointed to the most complicated ribbon that looked like Sung-jae would get angry when he unwrapped it.
“How about this? I think it’s the flashiest and prettiest.”
Jiyoung thought for a moment and shook her head after seeing the picture on the tip of Bomi’s long, thin fingers.
“It’s pretty, just like you said… But I don’t think I can make this. Let’s do something a little simpler.”
Bomi, who couldn’t bear to bother Jiyoung for the sake of bothering her, pointed to the ribbon that seemed to have the tightest knot rather than the complicated one.
“How about this? “Master?”
Jiyoung looked at the photo with a simple ribbon across her chest and a ribbon that went from the crotch to one side of her waist and wrapped around her hips. After looking at the photo, she thought for a moment and nodded. 〉
“Good. It may seem too simple, but the ribbon on the top of the hip is similar to our tattoo, so I think it’s okay.”
As she spoke, Jiyoung carefully examined the ribbon in her photo again, then took the red ribbon that had been hanging on her bed and went behind Bomi’s back.
“Let’s start with the chest first. “Spread her arms to the left and right.”
“Yes. “Master.”
In response to her command, Bomi spread her arms wide to the left and right as if measuring her size, while Jiyoung quickly wrapped the surrounding band curved breasts.
Jiyoung made a ribbon in the middle of her smooth back that was easy to tie but difficult to untie if you don’t know how to tie it. Then, she wrapped another string around her crotch and hips and made another ribbon above the colorful ribbon tattoo.
“Hmm… Okay. Then tie me up too.”
Jiyoung nodded as she glanced at her well-wrapped, smooth back and gave the order. Bomi, who was feeling uncomfortable with the strange pressure of the straps wrapped around her body, tied Jiyoung’s body. 〉
After a while, the master and slave, wrapped in red ribbons, went to the front door, knelt down, and waited for Seongjae to open the door and come in.
