Blackmail in Room and Slave 43

Chapter 43 – 043. Kim Ji-Young (16) Arrives

“Huh… Ha… Master, master?!”

Ji-young, who came to her senses in Seong-jae’s arms, raised her body in embarrassment. And she hit her head on the roof of the car.

-Thud!

“Wow?!”

Seongjae, who saw Jiyoung holding her head in shock, opened the passenger seat door in amazement.

“Get off.”

“Yes…”

Jiyoung got off and Seongjae, who got off after him, said as he opened her trunk.

“Change your clothes.”

Upon hearing Seongjae’s words, Jiyoung’s own appearance in her eyes was miserable.

The unbuttoned shirt was wet with sweat and clinging to the body, and Seongjae’s handprints were smeared on his chest with his own saliva. And the short skirt was rolled up to the waist, so it couldn’t cover any of the panties and pussy that were visible through the bottom stockings. In addition, the thick stockings were stained with white turbid fluid flowing from her pussy.

Jiyoung, who confirmed her own appearance with her own eyes, hurriedly pulled down her skirt. She then stopped her hand as she unbuttoned her shirt.

‘You have to take it off again when you change clothes…’

In the end, with her hands covering her breasts, Jiyoung went to her trunk and pulled out her own suitcase.

‘Wet wipes, towels… Underwear. Stockings. Skirt. Shirt.’

Ji-young, who rummaged through her trunk and put the necessary items on top, looked at Seong-jae. With her hopes that she might let her change clothes in her car. However, Seongjae did not live up to those expectations.

“What are you doing? Are you going to go that way?”

“Oh, no.”

She quickly gave up, and Jiyoung took off her shirt and pulled down her panties and stockings. Wearing only a short skirt on her body, Jiyoung took out her wet tissue and wiped off her bodily fluids from her body. Even so, she didn’t forget to check her driveway every once in a while. Of course, even if a car comes in, there’s nothing Jiyoung can do.

After putting her used wet tissue aside and wiping off her body completely with her towel, Ji-young put on blue panties and then covered her legs with a tattoo – a skirt barometer. She tucked her feet into her dark open stockings.

As her Ji-young’s bare legs disappeared into the stockings, her Sung-jae, who saw the disappearing tattoos with her, thought about when it would be good to limit her stockings.

‘Hmm… I have to think about it, but in the end, it’s only possible when I accumulate penalty points… I mean, I don’t get any penalty points.’

Seongjae, who had no intention of breaking the rules she had set herself, licked her lips while watching Jiyoung live a life without mistakes.

‘What. It’s not that urgent…’

When Seong-jae was thinking about it, Ji-young was wearing a shirt, all of her panties and set-in bra.

Jiyoung buttoned up her shirt as much as was allowed, pulled her skirt up to her waist, zipped it up, and pulled the hem of her skirt down as far as it could to cover her thighs. And at the same time, a 1-ton truck entered the sleepy shelter.

‘Phew…’

Relieved that she had finished changing her clothes before another vehicle pulled in, Ji-young reported to Seong-jae.

“I wore them all. Master.”

“Clean up the passenger seat and get on.”

Jiyoung immediately cleaned her passenger seat, and she placed herself on the cleaned seat.

-Widely

Seongjae lightly stepped on the accelerator after confirming that her passenger side door closed and Jiyoung fastened her seat belt.

*

When a high-end foreign car entered the pension, the academic members who were moving to the barbecue area for dinner became noisy.

“What is that car?”

“Wasn’t it just our conference today?”

“Is that so?”

“Then are you from the society?”

“Are you a graduate?”

“That’s right, you said graduates were coming.”

The academic members who heard the commotion and returned from the barbecue began to join them.

“Whose car is that?”

“I don’t know? Wouldn’t the president’s brother know?”

“He? You don’t know anything about what he does.”

“Ah~ brother!”

“Ah. Were you there?”

Ji-young, who was watching the commotion from inside her car, took a deep breath and opened her passenger-side door.

“Uh? Professor?”

“Am I a little late?”

Silence fell among the academic members who saw Ji-young getting out of the car. But that was only for a moment.

“Sungjae!?”

Ji-young got off and immediately shouted someone who found Seong-jae, and the members of the school became noisy again.

“What happened?”

“Why is Seongjae down there?”

“What are you two doing?”

“Then, is that Seongjae oppa’s car?”

“No way…”

Seongjae did not respond to the commotion and went to the trunk and took out Jiyoung’s suitcase.

“Where is the professor’s room?”

“Uh… There…”

One of the academic members who was absent-mindedly pointed to a small building and said, and Seongjae walked towards it.

“I-I will carry it.”

Seeing Seongjae carrying her own suitcase, Jiyoung said in embarrassment. But Sungjae shook her head.

“No. Go first. Someone take the professor and go to the barbecue.”

“Ah. Oh, I’ll take you.”

The president, who had been watching the situation amidst the turmoil, answered and went to Ji-young’s side.

“Professor, it’s over there.”

“Uh. That…”

Ji-young was restless when she saw the situation where her Sung-jae was carrying her own luggage. However, Seongjae was already far away, and in the end, she had no choice but to follow the guidance of the president.

The suspicion of the academic members deepened when they saw Ji-young glancing at Seong-jae going in the other direction.

“Why are you such an author?”

“Right? Am I the only one who feels that way?”

“Huh. I think the professor notices Seongjae?”

“What are you two really doing?”

A number of members of the society came together, but such a conversation did not reach Ji-young, who was concerned that her owner, Seong-jae, was carrying her luggage.

‘I should have taken it out as soon as I got off…’

Confused by the stares of the society members, she blames herself for not doing anything on the spot. Ji-young arrives at the barbecue and stands in front of the table.

“This is the professor’s seat.”

“Thank you.”

After thanking the president, Ji-young hesitated to sit in her chair. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and carefully sat down in her chair. But even after she sat down, she couldn’t easily release her hand from her skirt.

‘Is it okay…’

She would be fine if she just sat and stilled, but she knew that the slightest movement would roll up her skirt.

One of her female students, who noticed Ji-young’s thoughts, brought a blanket from her lap and handed it to Ji-young.

“Professor. This…”

The female student was laughing, but inside she was cursing at Jiyoung.

‘No fuck. It shows off being a slut. Why are you wearing this like that? And then, fearing that her insides will be exposed, is she trembling with pride?’

But the reason she still packed her lap blankets was that she didn’t like letting the same woman be an eye candy for men.

And Ji-young, who didn’t know what the girl was thinking, smiled and tried to get her lap blanket.

“Thank you. Write well…”

As she was about to take her lap blanket with joy, Jiyoung stopped her outstretched hand and she wondered if she could use it.

‘Wouldn’t the master say anything? The owner also moved the carrier, but what if she uses this and gets penalized?’

She overlooked her expediency of wearing dark stockings to cover her tattoos, but she didn’t know if she’d turn a blind eye to wearing a lap blanket. Nor could she penalize unknown odds. She then remembered. That her lap blanket didn’t work after all.

‘Knee blankets only cover the front…’

Remembering that when her skirt is rolled up, not only her front buttock is exposed, Jiyoung decides not to accept her lap blanket. She could, of course, wrap it around her waist and cover it from front to back instead of just covering her knees, but her Sungjae couldn’t afford that.

‘Okay. You can’t just get penalty points. Hold it in her hand and you’ll be fine…’

Jiyoung, who had hardened her heart, withdrew her outstretched hand and opened her mouth.

“Thank you, but it’s okay. I will only take your heart.”

Upon hearing this, the female student was dumbfounded inwardly and asked.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes. I will only take your heart.”

After hearing Jiyoung’s answer, the female student took the blanket from her lap.

‘Okay. Can you see your panties, can you see my panties? Fuck.’

Soon after the female student returned, Seongjae arrived, and the baptism of questions began.

“Hey. Why did you come with the professor?”

“That’s right. What do you have?”

“If…?”

“Is that car your brother’s?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Seongjae, unable to tell her that Jiyoung was her own slave and that she deliberately brought her slave to humiliate her, Seongjae laughed and started answering one by one.

“The professor said that his car suddenly won’t start, so I brought him here. What could be there? I got the car in the summer. I don’t have a girlfriend, so I don’t know why you’re curious about that?”

After completing her answer, Seongjae took a seat at a table with a diagonal view of Jiyoung. Then, the empty seats at the table began to be filled with female students trying to do something about her Sungjae.

“Move.”

“Your sister has a boyfriend.”

“I just sent a message. Stop seeing me.”

“Hey. You say you don’t like Sungjae.”

“Oh my sister. When did I do that?”

“When? You did that a little while ago. The vice president came early and didn’t even think about helping with work, and she came alone.”

In fact, Seongjae’s reputation among female students, especially executives, was not very good. Although she looks decent, she doesn’t know how she became the vice president, because she didn’t show up at the society, and that’s because she didn’t work at the society. However, as soon as Seongjae drove a car worth more than 100 million won, her evaluation changed as a wealthy and handsome vice president.

And Seongjae did not hate the changes that some women could see as snobbish.

‘Because it’s not a bad thing to be faithful to your instincts.’

However, I had no intention of meeting or meeting anyone. I don’t know if any of the women in the crowd would accept being enslaved.

‘I’d accept them as slaves if there were any, but is there such a bitch?’

Sungjae was skeptical. It was because she knew that there weren’t many women like So-young, who had a tendency to want to be subdued by a younger man, or Soo-yeon, who genuinely wanted to be enslaved.

‘That’s why I use blackmail.’