Chapter 110 – Named (2)
Hyunwoo’s large hand flew towards Hyeji’s face as she knelt.
Wow -!
“Who wants to stop at your will?”
“Ugh… I’m sorry.”
Hyeji quickly bowed her head to the floor and asked for her forgiveness.
The cheek that had been hit was throbbing, but there was no time to cover it with her hand.
No, that couldn’t be possible. Because both hands were tied behind the back from the beginning of the play.
When she tried to move her hands, all she could hear was the clanking sound of handcuffs.
“Whoa, raise your head. Look at me.”
The sound of the master’s sigh reaching the humming eardrums. She slowly straightened her lower back at the command to raise her head.
For some reason, she was afraid to raise her head because she thought her brother would look disappointed.
“Are you tired? Do you want to rest?”
“… No! I’ll… Try again. It’s okay.”
Fortunately, my brother was smiling gently.
The voice that stroked her head and asked if she was having a hard time was extremely friendly.
“How about your cheek? It doesn’t hurt much, does it?”
“Yes! It was okay. If Mingming makes a mistake… Please hit him again.”
“Good, good. That’s nice. Now you get a good slap.”
Hyunwoo scratched Hyeji’s chin as if praising her dog and then pulled on her leash.
“Then suck it again, bitch.”
“Woof! I will serve you as a bitch’s pussy, master!”
Soon, an obscene sound echoed in the living room again.
The sound of sloshing saliva made when lips and dick are rubbed.
A cracking scream made when the head of the penis hits the neck.
And even the vulgar moans made while sucking the cock ravenously.
Hyunwoo leaned back on the sofa again, using all those sounds as background music.
The service she is currently training her to perform is called the ‘Automatic Deep Throat’.
To put it simply, it’s an entry-level version of Gi Seung-wi volunteer service.
Just like Gi Seung-wi, who takes care of her urine just by lying still, she was now shaking her head by herself.
The gist of today’s training was simple.
First, shove it deep into Hyunwoo’s throat at a speed that satisfies him.
Second, never stop until you say stop or cum.
The above two points could easily be conveyed through words alone, but Hyunwoo even showed a reference video by connecting his laptop to his new TV.
Although it has been paused now, the video that was playing on the 85-inch TV up until now was vomit with the theme of deepthroat.
Although Hyeji flinched as if she felt sympathy for the woman who used her mouth like a pussy and vomited at her, she was following today’s teachings very well.
“Uuuuup! Uuuuup!”
“That’s right, the speed is perfect right now. Shake it until your neck gets sore. Like that woman in the video.”
And the way to encourage her competitive spirit was one of Hyunwoo’s newly discovered training methods.
It is unclear whether it is competitiveness or anxiety due to the presence of competitors, but it is probably closer to the latter.
Whatever it was, it was useful, so it didn’t really matter.
Thanks to that, I was able to enjoy the luxury of playing hard deep-throat content that even most AV actors would find difficult, and imitating it.
Her usefulness was almost limitless, as she could be found in infinite numbers of competitors to compare to her in porn.
Just like now, all she had to do was play the video she wanted and nudge her once, saying, ‘Can you do what that woman does?’ She said with a twinkle in her eyes that she believed it would happen.
“Boob! Turn it off! Squeak!”
“Ha, good. Fuck, who wouldn’t be a bitch. It’s an automatic onahole that completely squeezes out cum. If you don’t want to get hit, shake your head more, bitch.”
Now, he doesn’t care about her insults and just pours them out at her.
The day I made up an imaginary competitor and whipped her until her ass exploded.
As the saying goes, when a person goes through something big, his or her state of mind changes. As of that day, Hyeji’s slave spirit took a leap forward from before.
‘It hurt a lot today, right? Thank you for your patience.’
The day before yesterday, after applying medicine to her buttocks and having a long conversation, Hyunwoo took advantage of her mental breakdown and used his cunning tongue to rip off her soul, piece by piece.
‘Honey, it looks like we no longer need to worry about the trust between us being shaken… Don’t you think so too?’
After first throwing her bait by invoking her confidence that he would like her,
‘So you’re saying it’s okay for me to be a little less patient when playing in the future? Oh, of course, I will endure it… But even if I slap him and curse at him, can he still accept it as play? I don’t feel like I’m shaking for no reason. ‘Can I trust myself more?’
He brainwashed her into believing that all future violence was a play on her trust.
To Hyun Woo-gi’s perspective, it was nothing more than a gimmick that wasn’t even funny, but whatever.
There is a woman right in front of her who completely believes that deception.
Wow -!
“You acted like you were going to do well, but then you lost your strength.”
When her movements stopped for a moment, Hyunwoo pulled her hair and slapped her.
The jerked head and blank face were so funny that I slapped the other cheek.
Wow -!
There was nothing to hesitate about.
If you don’t believe it’s play, it’s violence, and the moment you believe it’s violence, it’s not love. Even if she died, she couldn’t deny her love… In the end, it was all a play.
It is a series of vicious cycles that she can never escape on her own.
If I hinted at her by asking her if she was okay and pretended to feel sorry for her, it was a piece of cake to trap her in that vicious cycle.
“Are you okay? Isn’t it because you don’t want to do it? Is it because you’re tired? Should I stop if it’s too hard?”
If you imitate what she wants to see with her kind eyes and voice, no matter how brutal her violence may be, it quickly becomes her play.
According to her, it was a special act between her and her beloved brother.
Because it was play, not violence, she was the one who shouted that she was okay regardless of the trauma.
In other words, no matter how extreme the violence, there is no problem as long as it can be made to feel like play.
And Hyunwoo had plenty of ways to control and sway her broken thinking system.
“Huh… Master…”
The method being used now is a kind of deceptive tactic that goes back and forth between a kind older brother and a master without blood or tears.
Giving her dependent personality a figure of her brother whom she can rely on calms her mind to its limits.
So after you let her cool down a bit, you can exploit her again to your heart’s content.
“I can’t do this, let’s take a break. You look like you’re having a hard time, so I don’t think it’ll work even if I try harder. I’m fine.”
Even if I hit her to the point where her cheek was swollen, I was able to soothe her in no time by just saying that she was my baby.
At this level… It really couldn’t have been an incredibly convenient obsession.
The book’s statement that a person who is obsessed with something can become the most useful tool in the world was not really a lie.
A desire for a relationship that has not been satisfied since childhood, and an abnormal longing for a special relationship that arose as a result. And finally, a ‘special-looking’ relationship was achieved.
But to what extent did the appearance of her powerful rival, threatening that relationship, make her uneasy? Because she believed that the relationship was gradually stabilizing, the reaction may have become stronger.
“No, master. Mingming did something wrong. Please hit me. Please punish me more. I will be good.”
Hyeji shouted urgently as Hyunwoo shook her head in disappointment.
No matter how good her brother was, the anxiety squirming inside her couldn’t be tolerated for a moment.
The woman who sent her note to her brother.
If she’s a bitch who likes to be beaten until she’s bloody and bruised, she’d probably get hit on the cheek without a problem. No, she might have been whimpering because she wanted to be spanked more.
… So she had to do the same. If she didn’t, her burning anxiety might consume her whole body.
‘Even if my brother says it’s okay, isn’t he disappointed in me?’
‘My brother likes things that are worse… He said he is holding back on purpose because of me… But there are women who are willing to accept things that are even worse…’
Every time her thoughts took a turn for the worse, she couldn’t shake off the paranoid worry that rose up. She continued to feel hatred toward the unknown woman who suddenly appeared and threatened her peace.
And her hatred soon turned into her greater obedience and made her persevere.
She had to be a more perfect girlfriend.
As her brother said, no matter what woman slaps her tail, she can snort that it’s ridiculous.
It was the only way for her to shake off her current anxiety.
… Because she knew it well.
She realizes that she is not particularly pretty and does not have a good body.
The fact that you don’t have a good family, a good job, or a lot of wealth.
She knew better than anyone else that she was insignificant, so she couldn’t sit still.
In any case, he was an older brother who loved such an ugly woman, and he was such a good man that I thought meeting a man like him again would be a dream come true.
In order to become a woman worthy of such a man, she had to give everything she had.
And all she had was whiter skin than others, a delicate body, and the understanding that her brother had praised countless times.
The most valuable thing among them is her considerate mind that knows how to make her brother happy. Other than that, she had nothing else to offer.
“I’ll do it until the master cums. If I can’t do it, I’ll do it while getting spanked. Mingming is stupid… He’s good at learning by getting spanked. I want to serve my master again.”
She didn’t know she was more desperate than that.
I barely endured 30 beatings while almost crying.
Brainwashing under the guise of conversation, where she promised to do better while receiving comfort from her brother all night long.
Her broken and weakened mind had completely lost the ability to take care of itself. Every time she showed weakness, she felt like she could hear the giggling sneer of ‘that woman’, so every moment was a series of tests
“Hmm… Are you really saying it’s okay?”
“Yes! Really! If you can’t do it… Hit me again. Mingming wants to eat the master’s semen right away! Woof! Woof!”
“Hehe… You say you want to eat my cum so much, but I can’t give it to you. Then say thank you and suck it again.”
She also read Hyunwoo’s posts and comments on the community every morning.
Thanks to her, she realized that she was not greedy for money or fame, and that all she wanted was a woman who understood her well.
I have also read several comments from her that the woman a man loves with his life is ultimately a woman who drains herself well.
Then she wanted to become a woman that her brother would love with all his life.
“Thank you so much… For allowing a cum-sucking female livestock bitch to suck your dick. It’s a trashy wooden onahole that can’t even serve you properly… But I’ll do my best, so please enjoy it.”
She became a unique being who could not be replaced by anyone else, and she wanted to be loved by her brother.
That was really the happiness she wanted in life.
Her words and actions of crushing and belittling herself were no longer mere acting.
It was her own brilliant effort to preserve her happiness. She sang with her soul, with dazzling sincerity.
“Hey, look at how smooth you are. It’s worth teaching you. Suck again and shake your head.”
“Yes, master! I will serve you as a wooden board!”
A bright smile appeared on her face as she got another chance.
Is it because she has been soaked in laziness these past few days, enjoying a luxurious life she has never enjoyed in her life? Or is it because of the solid tunnel that Hyunwoo created?
Her completely paralyzed reason was horribly immersed in a kind of game of satisfying Hyunwoo. Because that was the only way for her to feel the desire for achievement as a human being.
“Jjuuup! Haaang, eueueuppu! Ubeuuup!”
To be honest, it wasn’t all bad. No, rather, she was feeling the greatest happiness of her life.
In less than a week, the suffering of her struggling with her bank account balance and working part-time jobs felt like someone else’s business.
The days of lamenting our hopeless situation with no place to lend a helping hand have become a blur, as if they were a distant past.
Instead, what greeted her every day was the stable life she had only dreamed of.
A sweet life where you only desire love every day, with the person you love, in the house of the person you love, without worrying about how to make a living.
She didn’t want to lose her current life. She didn’t want to go back to her old tearful life.
The courage to repeat the pain of the past dried up early, and I couldn’t even imagine carrying the weight of the life I had once let go.
She just wants to be by her brother’s side like now.
Listening carefully to her brother’s words, she completely becomes a woman like her brother’s, and then one day, she receives a proposal from her brother…
There was nothing more she wanted in this life than giving birth to her son and her daughter and growing older as her brother’s woman and the mother of her two children.
‘I know how you feel, too. My heart is similar to yours. But isn’t one son and one daughter too few? I need to give birth to at least four people. Two sons who look like me, two daughters who look like themselves. Ah, I’d like the youngest to be a princess.’
The day she confessed her true feelings to her brother in a half-asleep state, groaning from the pain in her buttocks last morning.
When she thinks about it again, she feels embarrassed because it looks like she proposed first…
The more she thought about her brother’s response to her words, the more a part of her heart became warm, and she wondered if this was her happiness as a woman.
Happiness. A feeling so unfamiliar that I forgot what it was until I met her brother.
But now the words were not unfamiliar.
She had very little experience saying she was happy, but she could say it clearly now.
I was happy.
She said she was happy now.
That’s why she increased her strength even more.
The back of her neck was tense, and her knees were sore as she knelt, but she tried not to stop shaking her head.
Her stomach churned every time her glans touched her uvula, but she held on and tried to continue her ministrations until her brother cummed.
However, because her stamina had already been exhausted due to the long service, it was difficult for her to endure the rising feeling of nausea.
In the end, her head stopped again.
Wow -!
“Are you kidding me?”
Wow -!
“I honestly say I can’t do it if it’s hard. What are you doing to be arrogant?”
Wow – !
“This is a completely defective product. Can’t you just hold back the vomiting and just shake your head?”
“Ugh… I’m sorry, master. I wasn’t even able to use the paper properly on the topic of a cum-catching female cattle bitch… Kik… Kkik…”
As soon as the continuous beatings stopped, Hyeji placed her forehead on the floor.
Since she was the one who told him to hit her if she made another mistake, the slap she just gave her was a proper corporal punishment. So, she just hungrily licked Hyunwoo’s feet and begged for mercy, as she had learned.
“Ugh, grab the biggest dildo in your mouth and follow me to the bathroom. I’m going to pound you until you vomit like that bitch in that pornographic video. Once it’s fully penetrated, you’ll be able to hold it in well.”
“Woof! Thank you!”
As she quickly moved away from the dildo and crawled away, she couldn’t see the fishy mockery being made behind her…
A smile spread across her face, expressing her relief that she would get away with not receiving major corporal punishment and her expectation that she would be able to do well in today’s ‘play’.
She was happy. It was true.
