Chapter 155 – The Grim Woman. Challenge the New Genre With the Help of the Temporary Owner (5)
Since the master also has a schedule, the days when you can actually meet him are limited. Therefore, the day to meet the master is entirely determined by the master’s circumstances. Preface It has nothing to do with my schedule.
This is especially true because it is an introduction with no schedule other than writing in the first place.
Perhaps this kind of term makes the meeting with the master even more special? And the preface also had a strange thought come to mind.
By the way, Seo-Moon and Master Yu-Jun have met several times so far, but Yu-Jun has never laid a hand on Seo-Moon. Let alone sex, not even touching. She is like a chaste virgin who claims that she cannot have sex until she is formally married.
At first I thought, when will this guy try to take my virginity? It was a preface where I had expectations rather than expectations, wondering when I would be able to meet a real dick instead of a model, but after meeting a few times, I started to think this way.
‘Is it because my body is unattractive that my master just doesn’t touch it?’
Of course, that was nothing more than an absurd lack of qualifications created by the preface’s lack of qualifications. Regardless of the objective concept of beauty, Seo-Moon had an extremely vulgar body that matched Yu-Jun’s taste exactly. It was just Yujun’s preference for eating cooked food.
When the harvest time comes, it won’t be long before you are happy and enjoying the pussy of the West Gate. Now I’m at the stage where I’m fully familiar with it.
“Let’s see. Then, shall we conduct a masturbation report from the last meeting to today?”
“Yes, yes!”
Masturbation reporting is a kind of ritual that Yujun and Seomun have been doing on a regular basis whenever they meet face to face since they met.
Yujun provided various teachings to Seomun remotely.
It started with taking revealing selfies while secretly harassed with masturbation devices in cafés, running naked on the streets at night, going to a convenience store wearing only a barbarian coat and various masturbation devices to buy condoms, creating a new SNS account and posting obscene photos, and going to parks with no one around. Marking the territory (the bitch’s way), etc.
Even if Yujun didn’t touch it directly, it was very easy to ridicule and belittle Seomun’s dignity.
Humans are beings bound by numerous unwritten and moral laws. Just by releasing it under the name of the master’s trainer, a human being can simply degrade its dignity.
And after receiving such training, Seomun always masturbates while thinking of the training. Just how you do it, what you think about, and where you tease yourself while masturbating is completely up to you. That was the order Yujun gave.
So that when we meet him face to face, we can report that masturbation to Yujun.
“Let’s see. It’s been about three days since we last met, right? During that time, you’ve uploaded anonymous masturbation videos and acted like a barbarian in front of a boys’ high school, right?”
“Yes, yes… Uh, both were very stimulating…”
“Yes. Then, of course, the masturbation you did while remembering that incident must have been very special, right? Tell me the truth about how you felt.”
Superior-subordinate relationship.
Yujun looks down, and Seomun looks up. Yujun is dressed like a civilized person, and Seomun is undressed like a barbarian or a slave.
In this position, which was clearly visible to the eye, the preface to the relationship became thirsty. This is something I really can’t get used to no matter how many times I try it. And… I get equally excited no matter how many times I do it.
“Uh, yesterday and the day before yesterday, of course, I masturbated while imagining the outcome of the training my master had given me. I was roughly prodding my pussy with my fingers like this… Furthermore, I was vulgarly massaging my plump breasts… Almost squeezing them. The moment any of the teachings given by the master go astray, my life will definitely go awry… I imagined what would happen if that deviation became a reality… Yes.”
“In the masturbation video that was leaked on the Internet… Of course, he put a mosaic on his face, but even with that, many men on the Internet were disgusted. He showed his blatant sexual desires to me at random… And said that today’s daughter is you. … Even though I put up a mosaic, the world is wide… When I thought that there might be someone among those people who could identify me… My excitement grew several times…”
“If I fantasize that someone from my past who knows me might come to me and threaten me… The pain in my vagina gets even deeper… And my nipples become so hard and erect that I can’t use my hands. . Haa… Haa… I climaxed several times just with the nipples… Yes…”
“And when I was exposed in front of the high school with just a Barbary coat… My heart was constantly crying, wondering what I would do if they attacked me like this…”
“Fortunately, they seemed to be well-mannered students, so there was no accident on the spot, but the police were notified, so I had a hard time trying to escape.”
“But what if those kids were delinquent kids who didn’t care about what others thought about them… Even if they didn’t attack me on the spot, if they were dragged somewhere… Just imagining that made my pussy wet. . Those kids there. They had a rational head and reported it to the police, but their cheeks were red and the front of their pants was bulging… Ugh…”
“I apologized to those girls several times and climaxed. At that time, I focused on my clitoris… I assumed a rear-end position, put my hands on the wall, and made my vagina tingle… Yes… I did it. Assuming I was being gang-raped. So I put a dildo in my mouth…”
A preface in which he talks about his masturbation experience in a stuttering voice, but now somewhat familiarly. Yujun was quietly listening to the preface’s confession-like words.
Just stay calm and don’t find fault with the words in the preface. With eyes that seem to see right through you.
Looking at Yujun’s eyes, Seomun felt pressured, as if he were truly caught up in them. If you ask me if I didn’t like it… I would definitely not say that.
Yujun, who heard the entire report of the preface, defined the preface in a manly, calm voice.
“Our slave perverts.”
“Ugh…”
Seo-moon cringed at the voice that seemed kind at first glance. Because the voice that stuck to my eardrums was so tempting.
‘Ooh, my master… I’m not sure what his face looks like, but his voice sounds incredibly sexy…’
Can this also be thought of as a kind of bean pod? Just like a well-trained dog worships its owner like a god. Preface: Has the sensitivity to judge beauty now tilted toward the master?
Even though we haven’t even had decent sex yet!
“To be excited by revealing one’s own shame, causing trouble to others, and confirming one’s own baseness like that. There is no other way to describe it other than pervert. Should I really stretch it out and say it is a paraphilia? I am not ashamed of being alive. ?”
It is the master who gave the order… But he does not say. He doesn’t even think. The preface simply lowers his head, belittling his very existence.
I felt a sense of déjà vu somewhere. Ah, I think something like this has happened before… I think it was like this in the past, when I was attending an all-girls high school and was pressured by a girl from Iljin who thought of me as a punching bag to relieve stress.
However, although there are many similarities, the crucial part is different. The difference is probably not just the boiling heat in this lower abdomen.
“A pervert like that must have an appearance that suits a pervert.”
There was a red rope in Yujun’s hand. An object prepared to decorate a woman’s body, with all preparations made to prevent chafing, and with thorns killed by burning and oiling.
Seomun swallowed dry saliva and lowered his head as obediently as possible. It seems that it will be left to Yujun’s imagination as to how humble the smile is beneath that bowed head.
“Yes, yes. Please give the pervert bitch a look fit for a pervert bitch, master.”
A ringing sound was heard as a stiff rope was stretched in the air. It was a sign that the red snake was preparing to wrap itself around Seomun’s body.
Yujun has yet to directly touch Seomun. However, this red rope has wrapped around Seomun’s body again and again. As an analogy, it could be seen as a snake wrapping its body around its prey and strangling it before swallowing it whole.
It wraps around and tightens the breath of the spirit and heart of the preface, day after day.
“That’s right. Now he moves on his own to make it easier for him to be tied. That’s great.”
Meanwhile, Yujun pats Seomun’s head. He didn’t give direct caresses, but he often did affectionate skinship like this. Every time that happened, Seo-Moon felt an unknown warmth in his heart and thought.
‘Ah… All the psychological descriptions in the romance novels I wrote before were superficial.’
Of course, psychological description includes various modifiers, plausible metaphors, and story build-up. Of course, there are bound to be differences in reality from reality. If you try too hard to embody reality, the writing style will become dry.
But… But still, the wall between reality and virtuality, between experience and non-experience, was big.
‘I think I can use something better now.’
Despite this situation, his identity as a writer was a clear introduction. No, is it because this is the situation? This master-slave relationship is for that purpose.
“Good. It’s tied very well. I think this is the best work so far. Now, look in the mirror over there.”
As Yujun ordered, Seomun raised his head and placed his eyes on the full-length mirror that had been installed in advance. There, a piece of painted meat was seen sticking out of the stiff rope.
The pathetic belly fat looks even more prominent because the rope has pushed out the flesh. Thick thighs. Vulgar breasts. It was in Seomun’s eyes that I hated everything.
The so-called trapping method called tortoiseshell binding.
Although it is called binding, it has little real binding effect. Since their hands are also tied, their freedom is limited to some extent, but it is easy to break if you put your mind to it.
So, what is bound is not the body but the mind.
This lowly thing is your body! The heart that has to endure what is presented.
But the master says this.
“It’s very pretty. I really like it.”
“Ugh…”
Yujun was the only one to say so blatantly that she was pretty.
By this point, even the anxiety I felt when I first signed the master/slave contract had evaporated.
This person is my master. This fact had become an obvious proposition.
Because of that, the preface made a very courageous confession that he would not normally have made.
“Hey… Master. There’s something I didn’t mention in the masturbation report a little while ago.”
The confession came out so smoothly that it was hard to believe it was an ordinary preface.
“Every night, when I finish masturbating, I think about being fucked by my master.”
