episode_0091

All her senses seemed to converge on a single point. Her head buzzed and throbbed, constantly sending out warnings, but Yookyung couldn’t shake off this strange and unpleasant sensation.

She felt helpless in the face of an experience she had never had in her life.

Dohyeok’s fingertips brushed against the center of her chest. He felt Yookyung’s heart pounding as if it would burst.

The time it took for him to realize that the woman in his grasp was powerless. Dohyeok slowly savored that moment.

He gently nibbled Yookyung’s clitoris, which was splayed open like ripe fruit. Despite being past her prime, her skin still remained as if she were in her twenties.

But her erogenous zones were not. As years passed and her sex life grew distant, Yookyung’s sexual sensitivity gradually dulled. It was a natural progression of time, and she simply continued to quietly masturbate, occasionally thinking of her husband.

“…It will feel like you’re going back in time. You’ll recall the happiest, most insane moments. That’s why I didn’t want to use it on you—.”

As the waves of pleasure grew stronger, Yookyung’s consciousness sank beneath the surface. She climaxed multiple times through her clitoris, but strangely, she could no longer feel anything.

……………

She wandered through her consciousness, searching for her happiest memories. The first time she met her husband, the first time she had a baby, seeing Doha and Doyun cry powerfully as they came into the world.

Memories of her loved ones flashed by. Yookyung found herself lying in bed with her husband. His face and expression were so vivid, and his voice so clear, it was hard to believe he was gone.

‘I love you, Yookyung-ah. Thank you for giving me courage.’

Upon hearing his missed voice, Yookyung’s lower belly twitched slightly. Of course, she also wanted to connect with her husband.

But Yookyung couldn’t climax through sex with her husband. She could no longer feel anything from him. Then her husband spoke.

‘What’s wrong, Yookyung-ah…? Surely, I’m not enough for you, am I?’

At her husband’s innocent question, she frantically shook her head.

‘I just… Yookyung, you seem to have changed a little lately. No… was I not proactive enough?’

‘What… what are you talking about? Not proactive enough, we’ve never—.’

‘No, Yookyung-ah. I’m really fine… Even if you had sex with him because I wasn’t enough for you――.’

That can’t be.

This is strange. I’ve never experienced this. Snap out of it, Shin Yookyung!

‘But I’m happy. I’m grateful just for you going along with the mood like this. On days you come home late… could you just send me a message? Even though I’m not much of a man, I worry about you….’

It’s not true. Don’t make up memories at will――!!! Please, please, snap out of it—!

Perhaps it was due to her extreme arousal. Beads of sweat formed all over her body.

The room began to burn from the edges. Yookyung frantically cried out, begging it not to go, but her husband merely gazed at her with a bitter expression.

……………

Before she knew it, Yookyung was in a completely different place. This was someone’s office.

She was about to check the nameplate on the desk when she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Choi Junhak standing there.

‘Ahem… what is it, Writer Shin?’

‘Director-nim…?’

‘Still Deputy Director. But you… weren’t you about to kill me just now? I thought our discussion was over?’

She wondered what he was talking about, but upon reflection, a point clicked. This was Choi Junhak’s old office, before he became Director.

As Deputy Director, he was a debaucher and a lecher. She had heard through the grapevine that he had considerable connections to the underworld, but Yookyung had no interest in such things.

As she wondered why she was here, her body twitched slightly. Just looking at Choi Junhak made her lower belly feel like it was being poked.

‘Come to think of it, you knew to some extent what kind of person I am. …And you probably learned more definitively from this incident. Yet, you’re here… Can I take that as a positive sign?’

Choi Junhak took off his suit jacket and hung it on a chair. An unsettling atmosphere hung in the air. Yookyung tried to subtly back away, but for some reason, her body wouldn’t move.

Junhak smiled leisurely and approached Yookyung. Slowly, he placed a hand on Yookyung’s shoulder, telling her not to be nervous, as he brushed dust off her.

‘Just now you said you’d sue me… Are you already longing for my body?’

‘W-what…!’

‘That’s enough. This tells me how honest Writer Shin is. …But how did you explain it to your husband? You couldn’t have told him you slept with your boss, could you…?’

Realizing the entire situation belatedly, Yookyung’s body trembled delicately.

It was the very next day after the day Yookyung, heavily intoxicated at a drinking party, yielded her body to Choi Junhak for the first and last time.

‘Even as you reel off excuses to your boyfriend, your husband… your steps ultimately lead to me. Is Writer Shin one of those kinds of women?’

‘Shut up… You, you… I trusted you, I thought you were a good person….’

As Yookyung wiped her reddened eyes, her waist suddenly vibrated violently. She tried to calm herself, not understanding why, but she couldn’t control the gushing fluid.

She gasped for breath and sat astride the desk. Memories of what he had done to her last night vividly resurfaced.

The memory of finally holding out, resisting collapse, yet being swept away by an unbelievable torrent the moment his penis touched her cervix.

Each time she climaxed and flooded, her husband faded away. His gentleness couldn’t fill Yookyung’s vagina completely.

But Yookyung did not surrender. Though her body was defiled, her husband’s presence was still by her side. Her one and only husband, whom she could always trust and rely on――.

‘Writer Shin, are you alright? You seem very uncomfortable.’

‘Ah… I, I’ll go ou—.’

But Junhak didn’t let Yookyung go. He grabbed Yookyung’s skirt and swept it upwards. When he forcibly tore off her stockings, the embarrassingly soaked split within her panties was clearly visible.

He grabbed Yookyung’s breasts as she desperately tried to escape.

‘Once you succumb to an unforgettable sexual experience… you’re tainted in an instant. Isn’t that right, Writer Shin?’

Shirt buttons came undone one by one, revealing her bra. Junhak mercilessly squeezed Yookyung’s fully ripe bare breasts tightly.

Everything was according to his will. In his hands, her nipples hardened, and her vulva was stimulated repeatedly.

In endless pleasure, Yookyung felt her womb descend more than ever. At the same time, she realized it was too late to deny herself.

At that moment, Junhak’s enormous cock penetrated Yookyung. Each time she lost her reason, vulgar sounds she’d never heard before emanated from her vagina.

Squish— Squish— Squish, *thwack*, *thud*, *thud*, *squelch*, *thud*, *deep squelch*———.

‘Writer Shin’s hair, eyes, lips, breasts, butt, and pussy… I remembered all of them yesterday, and now you must remember me, too, mustn’t you?’

‘Ugh— Ugh, ugh, ugh— Your cock, it’s too big— I’m gonna die—.’

Each time her posture, barely leaning against the desk, threatened to collapse, Junhak thrust his cock even deeper.

‘You’re a lewd woman, Writer Shin. Vulgar enough to drip from your pussy and tempt your boss. Did you want to taste my cock that badly? I’ll let you taste it as much as you want. From now on, come to my place every day.’

He clamped Yookyung’s mouth, stopping her pleas, and pulled her skirt all the way up. He gazed for a long time at the *misi* sitting on the desk with her legs spread.

‘Become my woman, Shin Yookyung—.’

A long kiss followed. Yookyung’s will was breaking to the point where she was climaxing repeatedly just from his penis brushing against her clitoris.

Yookyung had no memory of such sex with Junhak. It was all just an illusion she had created. But she couldn’t escape even that illusion.

Thus, Yookyung accepted everything of Junhak. Her happiest memories were overwritten by that single sexual encounter with Junhak.

……………

When she opened her eyes, no one was there.

It was already nearing noon. She felt a pain in her waist, got up, and looked at her phone.

There was a message stating that the final episode would be filmed at a private villa at the end of August.

Suddenly, her vulva felt prickly, and her complexion changed drastically as she checked her lower body. Milky fluid was gushing and oozing out of her vagina.

That wasn’t all. For some reason, the clitoral hood was peeled back, leaving the clitoris exposed to the air.

After washing herself, she tried to hide her enlarged clitoris, but she realized that a single piece of underwear couldn’t conceal the protruding part.

Her labia, which had remained pink and hadn’t significantly widened even after childbirth, were now stained brownish, and her pubic hair, which she had always kept neatly trimmed, was now growing sparsely along the folds.

“I’m sorry……… *sob*. Darling, Doyun-ah……….”

She couldn’t resist. Even when she regretted it, just standing before him made her animalistic female instincts rear their head. Those instincts she never revealed in front of her husband and Doyun.

They slowly began to consume her.

In Yookyung’s dressing room were swimsuits she had recently bought. All of them were provocative swimsuits that barely covered her intimate parts.

All of them were swimsuits Dohyeok had ordered her to buy. If Doha and Doyun were to catch her wearing something like this, she couldn’t be their mother anymore.

“Look… Doyun-ah. Mommy’s pussy…♥. It’s Mommy’s pussy, given to a man superior to you. Isn’t it pretty…?”

While her pussy hole was vulgarly spread open below, her expression remained unchanged. Still holding a smile for her son, who knew nothing yet.

For her beloved son, Doyun—.

―――――――――――――――

Now I have nothing left. Communication wasn’t possible from the start, but even my phone was taken by Joo Chaebin.

A day passed on the Clover Floor. The beta males residing here received slave training from their Mistresses every day, reaffirming their status as masochistic outcasts.

That was also true for me.

During the training, all slaves had to expose their buttocks and lie prone for an anal cleanliness inspection. The Mistresses wore leather corsets that fully accentuated their figures, along with fishnet stockings and killer heels.

They wore masks to cover their faces and always carried leather whips in one hand to correct any rebellious habits of the slaves.

At first, I thought they were women from the Diamond Floor, but it turned out they were from the Heart Floor. The Heart Floor was where Jiyeon might be.

‘Squeal like a pig, you fucking bitch—! Oink oink… Louder!!’

‘*Hee-hee-hee-ik*, I was wrong, Mistress! I was wrong, *bree-hee-hee-ik*—!!’

Punishment awaited slaves who didn’t properly clean their anals. The Mistress shoved the heel of her killer heel deep into the slave’s anal cavity, right in front of everyone.

The slave, already steeped in pain, ended up accepting it as pleasure. However, the chastity belt turned that pleasure back into pain.

The Mistress, disregarding the slave’s suffering, persistently pressed his prostate. As the screams continued, another Mistress approached me.

‘You’re the new slave, aren’t you? Pretty. Stand up.’

The Mistress touched every part of my body, checking my condition. Her touch was so gentle that I inadvertently got an erection, so she led me to a secluded corner where no one was around.

‘You’re new, so you don’t know yet, do you? Slaves mustn’t get hard in front of their Mistresses. There won’t be a next time.’

‘M-m-Mistress….’

‘What is it?’

‘I’m looking for someone. They’re probably on the Heart Floor… They would have entered on the same day as me.’

‘I see. Listen carefully. Slaves mustn’t ask questions without their master’s permission. It’s fine since I’m in charge of training, but you must follow that rule in front of your real Mistress.’

After finishing her check on me, she handcuffed both my hands.

‘You’re Hong Doyun, right? Someone is looking for you. But that person currently can’t move between floors. So I’m going to get you out through a different route.’

Saying that, she took off the mask she was wearing. Her face looked to be around Doha Noona’s age.

‘Remember my face well. I’m going to put you up for slave auction on the Clover Floor. Then I’ll buy you myself and send you up to the Diamond Floor. Understood? Ask if you have any questions.’

‘Well… I already have a Mistress. Her name is Baek Jiyeon….’

‘That’s a new name to me. It’s not the person looking for you. You said the person you’re looking for is on the Heart Floor, right? I don’t know how they got to the Heart Floor, but that place is off-limits to anyone other than Midnight personnel.’

‘So, sending me to the Diamond Floor means….’

‘At least the Diamond Floor is safe enough to hide you. My role is just to take you to the designated location. VIPs or Madams won’t be coming to the Clover Floor auction, so the plan shouldn’t go awry.’

She seemed nervous but continued to explain calmly. According to her words, she was also a trainer from the Heart Floor.

However, for some reason, she was trying to break the rules.

Because trainers are not eligible to participate in auctions.

‘There’s no risk. The professional trainers on the Heart Floor, or the women on the Diamond Floor, are all the same Mistresses to you. In other words, if I just take off this mask, I’m also an auction participant.’

……………

‘The auction schedule has been moved up. It’s tomorrow. Take good care of yourself so you don’t get hurt.’

…….

‘Oh. The person looking for you said something. That you probably can’t go to the Spade Floor, but whatever happens, never go there. …That’s actually true.’

….

‘Because Spade is where all hell gathers. Even for a Neto Mazo like you.’

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…………… [Shin Yookyung new illustration]*The cover illustration is also Shin Yookyung.