Common Sense Change Tycoon 127

Chapter 127 – Voting Hosted by a Theme Park. 3 to 3 (On Bomi)

“Whew. We were barely able to be alone. From the looks of it, I look older. Can I use informal language?”

Anchovy Man overpowered Giseon by trying to speak informally even before permission was given.

Bomi is obedient by nature and is good at being dragged around by others, so she can’t even say no to someone’s rudeness,

“Ah, yes…”

All I could do was nod passively.

Anchovy Man must have liked Bomi’s reaction, so he smiled and sat down with his butt on the bed nearby and said.

“Now that I think about it, Bomi’s body was incredibly pretty earlier. I wanted to take a good look at it again, so why don’t I take off my clothes? I had to take a good look at Bomi’s friends’ bodies a little while ago, so I didn’t have enough time to look at them closely.”

Anchovy Man’s request did not seem coercive at first glance, but in the end, he had the coercive power to believe that his request would never be rejected. Since there were no friends on either side to say a word to the man on his behalf, Bomi hesitated but took a seat. In order to move, I took off the clothes I had put on, carefully folded them, and placed them on the shelf.

“Oh, I like it. It’s a very pretty body. It’s more than just pretty, I’m very attracted to the fact that it has flesh attached to the point where it’s a bit vulgar. This is what I mean when I say chubby. Do I like a girl with chubby body? Whether I have muscles or fat. Is it because I’m the type that doesn’t stick well?”

As if he was not even aware that he was sexually harassing, he casually made sexual harassment remarks.

Don’t they know that in today’s strict society, evaluating women’s bodies has become something that is criticized by society? In that case, you would say that he is a man whose updates are very slow in the world.

However, rather than feeling offended by the anchovy man’s compliment, Bomi, who was actually the person in question, felt a sense of entitlement and spoke while trying to cover up her voluptuous body.

“… I don’t really like… My body.”

Anchovy Man reacted as if Bomi’s words were very unexpected.

“Really? I think she has a gorgeous and attractive body, but you don’t like it? Why do you do that?”

“… Because men keep trying to only look at my body and not at me. Moreover, when I walk down the street, their eyes keep focusing on my breasts… So it’s a bit… Unpleasant… And even if it’s not necessarily that, it’s causing a lot of trouble in my life. So I don’t like it.”

“Hmm, so?”

Anchovy Nam crossed his legs and leaned back. From that sight, Bomi sensed some sort of authority and became even more intimidated.

In reality, he is nothing in particular but just an anchovy man. This man even said a little while ago that he is unemployed and is supported by the women who raise him.

However, it is surprising that I feel some unknown pressure.

“Take away those hands that cover your body.”

“Ugh…”

At Anchovy Nam’s quiet but firm command, Bomi slowly lowered his arms and took a motionless posture, shaking his forearms.

Anchovy Man looked Bomi’s body up and down as if putting a price on it, then smiled and tapped the spot next to him with his palm.

Bomi was able to easily understand the meaning without saying a word, so she sat down right away.

When Bomi sat next to him, Anchovy Man quickly stepped into the private area.

“Has Bomi ever had a boyfriend?”

Rather than answering with her words, Bomi expressed her approval by lowering her head and bobbing her head.

Even this amounted to a lot of effort to give a private answer, but Anchovy Man pushed his feet into even deeper territory.

“How did I break up with the most recent guy I dated?”

Bomi closed her mouth. The anchovy man did not urge, but the unspoken pressure continued.

Since she didn’t have any friends here to express her anger on her behalf, Bomi had no choice but to answer.

“That person was violent towards me, so we broke up.”

“He broke up with you, does that mean you dumped him?”

Bomi chewed her lip. It was not because she refused to answer, but because she wanted to offset the pain caused by the pain buried in her heart with physical pain.

“My friends said it was absolutely better to break up, so I said let’s break up.”

“Hmm. Bomi, didn’t you have any desire to break up?”

“Well… I knew I shouldn’t do that in a romantic relationship, but I still didn’t want to miss it… But my friends kept urging me to do it, so I had no choice.”

Once the topic started to clear up, surprisingly, the next steps were not that difficult. Bomi asked how she felt at that time. Deep down she knew how mean her friends were for trying to drive a wedge between her and her boyfriend, and yet rationally she knew how bad her boyfriend was being. She confessed that there was.

She couldn’t sympathize with these topics anyway, and she was an outsider who didn’t know her situation, but just being able to express her pain to another person eased her feelings a little.

It ended up becoming a kind of place to complain rather than a date. Through her self-objectification, Bomi rediscovered what a burden she was and hung her head in shame.

In the meantime, it felt a little selfish that she felt comfortable.

At that time, she spoke to Bomi, who was quietly listening.

“But you know, do you remember what she said earlier? Bomi said earlier that she has masochistic tendencies and that she needs a master who can control her, right?”

Did she say that? She didn’t remember Bomi very well. But it was true that she said that.

Although she was almost unconscious at the time she said it, Bomi definitely said it.

“The way I saw it, it seemed like Bomi was already well aware of her problems.”

“The problem?”

“Yes. That’s what I see. I don’t think the reason Bomi and her ex-boyfriend broke up was simply because of her boyfriend’s violence.”

“Well, then what is it for?”

Bomi became afraid. If the man here said that the cause of the catastrophe was Bomi, it would be difficult for Bomi to bear it. Bomi was suffering just from the fact that she broke up with her boyfriend, but she felt even more guilty.

But what the man said went one step further.

“The problem was that the boyfriend was her boyfriend in the first place. She wouldn’t have had any problems if it had been her master instead of her boyfriend. “

Bomi said she couldn’t immediately understand what the man was saying, and she was distant, so she looked at his plain face. Anchovy Man didn’t care about Bomi’s reaction and insisted on his logic.

“Think about it. The problem is that the boyfriend used violence, right? But the violence is definitely a problem if it is the boyfriend, but if the subject of violence is not the boyfriend but the master who owns Bomi’s human rights? There is no problem, right?”

“Uh…”

Is that so?!

Bomi was startled and shouted.

Was there such a blind spot?
She didn’t realize it at all.

Certainly, if a boyfriend is violent towards his girlfriend, he is a very bad person, and it constitutes dating violence.

But what if the master, who owns the human rights of the slave, uses violence against the slave? That’s just the owner’s natural right.

If she had realized that fact earlier, she wouldn’t have separated from her master.

Bomi asks, “How foolish has she been?”

“Oh my god… There was a method like that. I had no idea.”

After saying that, Seo Bomi criticized herself for how foolish even those words sounded.


Didn’t you say that you came to this pussy meeting looking for a nice owner?

Are you saying that you showed up on a pussy date without really understanding how great your master is?

Isn’t this like a blind man coming forward and saying, “I like shiny things?”

“Besides, this can accurately explain the disgust you have for yourself when other men look at you, which you mentioned earlier.”

“How?”

“That’s simple. Your body is for your future master, but you don’t want other men staring at it. You don’t want Bomi’s precious body, which should belong to your future master, being looked at by others without permission. I guess it’s the mindset of a great slave.”

Was it something like that?

Bomi had an amazing experience where her old complex suddenly brightened.

She just thought that as a woman, it was natural for her to be depressed by men’s unpleasant gaze.

But now that she thought about it, it was the expression of the loyalty of a pussy slave who didn’t even have an owner yet.

“Just take a look at the evidence.”

The man put his arm around Bomi, who was sitting next to me, and pinched Bomi’s nipples with his fingers as if he were going to rip them off.

“Hahiyi!! Ah, your nipples. Ah, it hurts.”

Even though Bomi complained of her pain, she never attempted to move the man’s hand away, and on the contrary, she erected her unpinched nipples and began to prepare for copulation by dripping her pussy juice. 〉

“What do you think? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Tsk.”

Bomi shook her head desperately.

Pain and discomfort are surprisingly different things.

“If you had the sensibilities of a normal woman, you should have felt offended by this. But that doesn’t mean you are a perverted masochistic bitch who was born to be a pussy slave.”

Fucking perverted masochist bitch.

The moment those words reached my ears, they became true.

I see I already knew this, but I am, after all, a perverted mazo bitch.

There was a drastic difference in intensity between thinking and speaking on one’s own and when a man directly whispered into one’s ear.

“Ugh. Yes. That’s right. I’m a fucking perverted masochist! The reason I was worried about men’s gaze was because I was afraid they might still covet my future master’s property… The reason I broke up with my boyfriend in the first place was because we were equal. “I am still in heat while my nipples are being pinched because I mistakenly believe that our relationship is equal.”

Even if something is known or confirmed, its weight is different once it is said.

At this moment, in the true sense, Bomi will be reborn as a perverted masochist bitch.

However, there is a problem.

Pussy slave is a concept that cannot be established by an individual. A pussy slave is a pussy slave because the master is always present.

Bomi looked towards the man who was touching her red cheek with her anxious face.

Then the man smiled and said.

“Then I think we’d be a good match. I also enjoy dominating unresponsive perverts like you. So, it’s nothing special, but I want to enjoy your life and consume it as I please, but do you think you’d be fit to be my pussy slave? Is it okay if I check?”

Although it has only been an hour since we met, it is a very bold confession.

In her heart, Bomi expressed endless gratitude to Yeonju, who first encouraged her to do this, and she made a vow to her master.

“Willingly.”