Blackmail in Room and Slave 56

Chapter 56 – 056. Kim Ji-Young (19) Chosen

– Weeing!

‘It’s my master’s call!’

After dinner at the barbecue, Ji-young, who was restlessly looking at the smartphone screen while drinking in the building, answered the phone as soon as she felt a vibration in her hand.

“Lord, castle…!”

Ji-young, who was about to shout that she was the master with a happy heart, recalled the place where she was and swallowed her words behind her back.

-Professor, where are you now?

“It’s a drinking party inside the building.”

-I’ll be waiting for you behind the professor’s dorm.

“Yes… I’ll be right there.”

After answering Seongjae’s words, Jiyoung looked around and moved her body slowly. Some of the academic members who fell into drinking saw Ji-young moving stealthily, but they quickly turned off their nerves and enjoyed the drinking party.

Coming out of the building, Ji-young ignored the fact that her short skirt was rolled up and quickly headed towards the place where Seong-jae was waiting.

“Master… Ha… Ha…”

Seongjae, who saw Jiyoung exhaling heavily with her panties exposed, said with a strange smile.

“Master, Professor.”

Feeling that something was wrong with Seongjae’s words, Jiyoung knelt down and began to pray.

“I’m sorry. Master. Please forgive me.”

However, Seongjae grabbed Jiyoung by the arm and raised her up.

“Don’t do this. The professor said that if I do this, the prosecutor will dress me in blue.”

Only then did Jiyoung realize that Bomi had said something to Seongjae.

“Oh no! Master. No! I don’t know what Bomi unnie said, but no! I will make sure that no harm is done to the owner! Please don’t abandon me!”

Jiyoung shouted in embarrassment, but Seongjae shook his head.

“Professor Ayu. No. There is no reason for me to have a slave with the tail of a prosecutor. I told the prosecutor that I would never contact the professor again. Now you can enjoy your freedom.”

When Seongjae said he would never see him again, Jiyoung was shocked as if the world was collapsing.

‘Oh, no… Now… Now I realize how I feel about my master…’

Ji-young, who was in a hurry, ran to Seong-jae who was leaving and begged with her head bowed.

“Master. Please! Please… I’ll do anything… Please don’t throw it away!”

Seongjae, who was looking down at Jiyoung who was begging at his feet, raised his feet. And Jiyoung, who was resting her forehead on the floor, stepped on the back of her head.

– Back!

Jiyoung was in pain as the cement floor hit her forehead, but more than the pain, she was glad that Seongjae was treating her roughly again.

“Thank you! Thank you master!”

Seongjae’s voice flew into Jiyoung’s ears as she trembled with joy.

“How will we do it…”

“I will serve my master more diligently. So please…”

Seongjae looked down at Jiyoung who begged in a mournful voice and said.

“You said you would do anything?”

“Yes. I’ll do anything. Master!”

Hearing the determined voice, Seongjae smiled and said.

“Get up, grab the window sill over there and stick your ass out.”

Freed from the pressure on the back of her head, Ji-young stood up, grabbed the window frame Sung-jae pointed at, and pulled her hips back.

Sungjae pulled the skirt, which was still rolled up, all the way up to his waist, and pulled aside the panties that almost covered his buttocks.

“Sigh!”

As the cool night air passed over the exposed pussy from Seongjae’s touch, Jiyoung groaned involuntarily.

Seongjae brought his hard erect cock to his flailing pussy and said while holding the smartphone in Jiyoung’s hand.

“Call Bomi and give it to me.”

Hearing those words, Jiyoung turned her head and looked at Seongjae with her trembling eyes.

“Lord, master?”

Seongjae looked at Jiyoung’s eyes and started cutting her cunt with her cock.

-Tsugeook!

“What’s wrong?!”

Jiyoung, who held Seongjae’s cock in her cunt, which made her feel good whenever she received it, began to let out a moan.

“Tell me if you don’t like it. I will go back You will be free.”

‘Uh, what? Whoops! Haa… What should I do… Haaang!’

Jiyoung immersed herself in her cunt, feeling the pleasure of her pulsating cock, she pondered. It was because she seemed to know what Seongjae’s intentions were.

‘My, if I call my sister… And my sister…’

Jiyoung was worried. She thinks of herself and helps her seongjae to make her sister, who tried to help her, into her slave, and whether she will remain a slave to her beloved master as a reward. Or will she keep her sister and be abandoned by her beloved master.

Her troubles were short-lived.

‘Sister… I’m sorry…’

Although she was only three months old, it was impossible for her to be completely enslaved and abandoned by Ji-young, whom she fell in love with, and Seong-jae, during that time.

“Lord, master … Huh! Uh, here it is…”

Seongjae was handed a smartphone with a ringing tone. She struggled to call her Bomi and handed her her smartphone, then Ji-young grabbed her window frame with her two hands again and began to gasp for the pleasure her Seong-jae gave her.

-Jiyoung!

Hearing Bomi’s voice, Sungjae turned on her speaker phone and put her smartphone on Jiyoung’s waist.

“I’m busy getting my shit done. Ah. If you drop your phone, I’ll brand her ass, so take care of it.”

“Huh! I’m your lord!”

“I don’t know if any of the members of the academy will hear me if I make a loud noise like that?”

Hearing Seongjae’s words, Jiyoung hurriedly covered her mouth with one of her hands, and soon Bomi’s cry rang out.

-Hey!!! What are you doing!!! You didn’t want to see it! I really want to get caught!!!

Despite Bo-mi’s shouting, Seong-jae was relaxed.

“I told you too. If you lie, you will regret it. Hey, did you ask the prosecutor to help you say you don’t like being a slave?”

“Hmm! Ah, no clothes… I-I’ve never had anything like that before…”

She somehow suppressed her groans and gently lowered Jiyoung’s butt as she answered, said Sungjae.

“However. Did you lie? So I decided to punish Fuck you. Our poor puppies. Did you misplace an acquaintance and carve her barometer into her lower belly?”

As Sungjae spoke smirkingly, Bomi’s voice began to tremble.

-Ji, what are you trying to do to Jiyoung…!

Satisfied with Bomi’s anxious voice, Seongjae stroked Jiyoung’s belly and said.

“It’s a scale from the pussy to the navel. And writing on each scale. Get Out! From the bottom. Not Yet. Not Bad. So So. Okay. Great. Master! In order. Or is it less like a grade point because he’s a professor? From F, was it Fail, Dull, Common, Brilliant, Admirable? And at the top is Master!. And engrave the eummun around the scale as if wrapping it. How is it? Doesn’t it feel good to make your belly button look pretty? And should we expose the belly and let it live?”

Ji-young, who had been listening to Seong-jae’s words as she shoved her cunt, trembled with excitement at the thought of standing at her pulpit with the embarrassing tattoo exposed and giving her lecture.

“Huh? Will your smartphone fall?”

I heard Seongjae’s warning, but my trembling body did not stop.

-You! You! I will sue you! Coercion! Threat! Sexual assault!

-I’m going to accuse you of everything and throw you in!…?

“Because I’m going to accuse you of everything and throw you in!…?”

The sound of Bomi, who was overcome by her evil, began to be heard twice, and beyond the suddenly opened window, Bomi grabbed her window frame with her bewildered face and looked at Jiyoung, who was panting with her head down.

“Bomi says so. Fuck you, what are you going to do?”

“Haa… As the master ordered… As soon as the MT is over, get a tattoo on your lower stomach… Hehe… If you’re indicted… Haa… Submit a petition or whatever… Master… I will claim the innocence of clothes! Even if the master is imprisoned… Haaang… I will wait for the time when the master comes out Aang!”

Ji-young, who fell in love with her, didn’t even know what was happening over her head, and answered with intermittent tears of her unbearable ecstasy. And that voice of hers was conveyed to Bomi through upbringing.

“You say so? Besides, she would have said she would throw it all away if it came out like that? And look at this, does this look like a slave, an expression that doesn’t want to live in a fucking house?”

Seongjae grabbed the hair of the panting Jiyoung and pulled her hard, making her look up and face Bomi in her room.

Bomi bit her tongue and dripped her drool from her gaping mouth, flushed with her excitement. She cried out at Jiyoung’s face, completely melted in her pleasure and devoid of her usual neatness.

“Ji, Jiyoung… Jiyoung ah!!!”

Ji-young, who only then grasped her situation, felt extreme shame and excitement at the fact that she was showing her bo-mi the image of herself being eaten by her master, and began convulsing with her climax. .

“Uh, sis… Lord, you are the owner!!! I, I’m going clothes!!! Sister Lee!!! Don’t look!”

And the smartphone that couldn’t stand the trembling fell from Jiyoung’s waist to the floor.

-Widely!

Seongjae, who looked down at her smartphone with a cracked screen that fell to the floor, continued to shake her waist and muttered nonchalantly.

“If this is the case, the stigma is also confirmed.”

Hearing that, Ji-young contracted her pussy unconsciously and began to tighten her cock more strongly.

– View! Beaut! Beautiful! Beaut! View!

“Ah!!! Ahhh!!!”

Feeling the semen filling her womb, Jiyoung once again trembled at her climax and burst out with her sexual intercourse.

“Hmm… I don’t know who heard it?”

After hearing Sungjae’s words, Bomi finally realized that this was where her MT was going, and she hurriedly shut Jiyoung’s mouth, who was still panting.

“Daddy, come in here quickly!”