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Hyunwoo’s large hand flew into the face of Hyeji, who was kneeling.

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“Who wants to stop at your will?”

“Ugh… I’m sorry.”

Hyeji quickly bowed her head to the floor and asked for forgiveness.

My cheek was throbbing after being hit, but I didn’t have time to cover it with my hand.

No, that couldn’t be possible. From the beginning of the play, both hands were tied behind the back.

When I tried to move my hands, all I 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. At the subsequent command to raise her head, she slowly straightened her bent back.

I was afraid to raise my head because I felt like my brother would look disappointed.

“Are you having a hard time? Do you want to take a break?”

“… No! Again… I’ll try again. It’s okay.”

Fortunately, my brother was smiling gently.

The voice that stroked my head and asked if I was having a hard time was infinitely kind.

“How about your cheeks? It didn’t hurt much, right?”

“Yes! It was okay. If Mingming makes a mistake… please hit him again.”

“Good, good. That’s nice. Now I get a good slap.”

Hyeon-woo scratched Hye-ji under the chin as if praising a dog and then yanked on the leash.

“Then suck it again, bitch.”

“Oof! 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 is called ‘Automatic Deep Throat’.

To put it simply, it’s an entry-level version of Gi Seung-wi volunteering.

Just like Ki Seung-wi, who cleans 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 are told to stop or until you cum.

The two points above 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 deepthroat-themed vomit.

Although Hyeji flinched as if she felt sympathy for the woman who used her mouth like a pussy and vomited, Hyeji was following today’s teachings very well.

“Uuuup! Wow!”

“That’s right, the speed is just right right now. I mean shake it until your neck gets sore. Like that woman in the video.”

And the way to encourage her competitiveness 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 have a hard time doing, and imitating it.

Since an infinite number of competitors could be found in pornographic videos, her utility was virtually infinite.

Just like now, all you had to do was play the video you wanted and nudge her once, saying, ‘Can you do what she did?’ With a twinkle in his eye, he said in a tone that he believed that of course it would happen.

“Wow! Turn it off! Sigh!”

“Ha, good. Fuck you, I wonder who isn’t a fucking slut. It’s an automatic onahole that completely squeezes out semen. If you don’t want to get hit, shake your head more, bitch.”

Now, he didn’t care about the insults directed at her and started pouring them out at random.

The day I made up an imaginary competitor and whipped him until his butt exploded.

As the saying goes, when a person goes through something big, their state of mind changes, and from that day on, 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 spreading medicine on her buttocks and chatting with her, 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 baiting her with trust that she might like,

‘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?’

Under the pretext of trusting her, he brainwashed her into believing that all future violence was a play.

In Hyunwoo-gi’s opinion, it was nothing more than a gimmick that wasn’t even funny, but whatever.

There is a woman in front of me right now who completely believes that deception.

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“You acted like you were going to do a good job, but then you lost your strength.”

When Hyunwoo stopped moving for a moment, he pulled her hair and slapped her.

The jerked head and blank face were so funny that I slapped the other cheek.

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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 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 you hinted at her by asking her if she was okay and pretended to be sorry, it would be a piece of cake to trap her in that vicious cycle.

“Are you okay? It’s not because you don’t want to do it, right? Is it because you’re tired? Should I stop if it gets hard?”

If you imitate what she wants to see with kind eyes and voice, no matter how cruel the violence may be, it becomes playable in an instant.

According to her, it was something special between the two of her with her beloved brother.

Because it was play, not violence, wasn’t she the one who shouted that it 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.

“Ugh… Master…”

The method being used now is a kind of deceptive tactic to go back and forth between the kind brother and the bloodless and tearless master.

By giving her a brother who suffers from dependent personality disorder and whom she can rely on, it calms her heart that has reached its limit.

After letting her cool down a bit, he exploits her again as he pleases.

“I can’t do this, let’s get some rest. You look like you’re having a hard time, so I don’t think it will work even if you try harder. Because I’m fine.”

Even if I hit her to the point where her cheek was swollen, I was able to quickly calm her down by just saying “baby.”

At this level… it really was 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-seeming’ relationship was achieved.

But to what extent did the appearance of a powerful competitor threatening that relationship make her anxious? Because I was believing that the relationship was gradually stabilizing, I didn’t know that the reaction would be stronger.

“No, master. Mingming was wrong. Please hit me. Please punish me more. I will do well.”

Hyeji shouted urgently as Hyunwoo shook his head in disappointment.

No matter how well her brother was, the anxiety that was stirring inside her couldn’t hold back for a moment and came out in a fit of rage.

The woman who sent a note to her brother.

If you’re a bitch who likes to be beaten until you’re bruised, you probably wouldn’t mind getting hit on the cheek. No, he might have been whining because he wanted to be beaten more.

… So she had to do the same. Otherwise, the burning anxiety might engulf her entire 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… There are women who are willing to accept things that are even worse…’

I couldn’t shake off the paranoid worries that arose every time my thoughts took a turn for the worse. His hatred continued to surge toward the unknown woman who suddenly appeared and threatened his peace.

And hatred soon turned into greater obedience and made her persevere.

I had to become a more perfect girlfriend.

Just as my brother said, no matter what woman slaps you, you can snort that it’s ridiculous.

That was the only way for her to shake off her current anxiety.

… Because she knew it well.

The fact 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.

I knew better than anyone else that I was insignificant, so I 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, it was worth giving everything she had.

And all she had was whiter skin than others, a delicate body, and the understanding that her brother had praised her countless times.

The most valuable thing among them is a considerate mind that knows how to make her brother happy. Other than that, she had nothing to offer.

“I will do this until you cum, Master. If I can’t do it, I’ll do it while being beaten. Mingming is stupid… he’s good at learning by getting hit. I want to serve my master again.”

That might be why I was more desperate.

I barely endured the 30 beatings while almost wailing.

Brainwashing under the guise of conversation, where I promised to do better while receiving comfort from my brother all night long.

A broken and weakened mind has completely lost the ability to take care of itself. Every time I showed weakness, I felt like I could hear ‘that woman’ giggling and laughing, so every moment was a series of tests.

“Hmm… Are you really saying it’s okay?”

“Yes! Really! If you can’t… hit me again. Mingming, I want to eat my master’s semen right away! Woof woof! Woof!”

“Hehe… You say you want to eat my cum so much, but I can’t not give it to you. Then say thank you and try sucking again.”

She also read Hyunwoo’s posts and comments on the community every morning.

Thanks to this, I realized that what my brother, who is not greedy for money or fame, just wants is a woman who understands him well.

I also read several comments that the woman a man sacrifices his life to love is ultimately the woman who drains him well.

In that case, she wanted to become a woman that her brother could love with all his life.

“Thank you so much… for allowing me to suck your cock… so much. It’s a trashy wooden Onahole that can’t even serve you properly… I’ll do my best, so please enjoy it.”

I wanted to become a unique being who could not be replaced by anyone and to be proudly loved by my brother.

That was really the happiness in life she wanted.

Words and actions that crushed and belittled oneself were no longer simply acting.

It was her own brilliant effort to preserve happiness. It was a dazzling sincerity sung with the soul.

“Kya, look at how smooth he speaks. It’s rewarding to teach you. Shake your head while sucking again.”

“Yes, master! I will serve as a wooden paper!”

A bright smile appeared on her face as she got another chance.

Is it because I have been soaked in laziness these past few days, enjoying a luxurious life that I have never enjoyed in my 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.

“Jjuup! Ha, wow! Uvuuu!”

To be honest, it wasn’t all bad. No, rather, she was feeling the greatest happiness of her life.

The agony of struggling with my bank account balance alone and working part-time jobs felt like someone else’s problem in less than a week.

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 with the person you love, in the house of the person you love, without worrying about how to make a living, and only seeking love every day.

She didn’t want to lose her current life. I didn’t want to go back to my old tear-filled 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 again.

I just want to be by my brother’s side like now.

I listen to my brother’s words carefully, become a woman completely like him, and then one day, I receive a proposal from my brother…

If I could give birth to a son and a daughter and grow older as my brother’s wife and mother of two children, there was nothing more I wanted in this life.

‘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.’

Last dawn, the day I confessed my true feelings to my brother in a half-asleep state, groaning from the pain in my buttocks.

When I think about it again, I feel embarrassed because it seems like I proposed first…

The more I thought about my brother’s answer to those words, the warmer a corner of my heart became, and I wondered if this was the happiness of a woman.

happiness. It was a feeling so unfamiliar that I forgot what it was until I met my brother.

But now the words were not unfamiliar.

She had only a handful of experiences saying she was happy, but now she could say it clearly.

happy.

He was happy now.

That’s why she increased her strength even more.

The back of my neck was tense and my knees were sore from where I was kneeling, but I tried not to stop shaking my head.

I felt sick every time the glans touched my uvula, but I held back somehow and tried to continue serving until my brother cummed.

However, as my physical strength was already exhausted due to the long-term service, it was difficult to endure the rising feeling of nausea.

Eventually, her head stopped again.

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“Are you kidding me?”

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“I honestly say that I can’t do it if it’s hard. What are you being so arrogant about?”

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“This is a completely defective product. Isn’t it okay to hold back from throwing up and just shake your head?”

“Ugh… I’m sorry, master. I can’t even use wood paper properly on the topic of female livestock bitches… ki-ing… ki-ing… ”

As soon as the continuous beatings stopped, Hyeji placed her forehead on the floor.

Since he was the one who told me to hit him if he made another mistake, the slap he just gave me was an appropriate corporal punishment. So, just like I was taught, I just hungrily licked Hyunwoo’s feet and begged for mercy.

“Ugh, grab the biggest dildo and follow me to the bathroom. I’ll fuck you until you vomit like that bitch in that pornographic video. Once it is properly penetrated, it will hold up well.”

“Oof! 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, filled with relief that she would get through without receiving major corporal punishment and anticipation that she would be able to do well in today’s ‘play’.

She was happy. It was true.