episode_0075

Yinbu, yinmun, okmun, hamun, boji, chew hole…

Anything was fine.

The most precious and secretive part that a woman must desperately hide.

To expose that place was always a command that brought dominance and excitement.

Especially if it was a new woman he had not yet conquered, there was no need to say more.

“…Yes… Master… The milk-sucking boji maiden… will expose her boji….”

Without any resistance, Yang Yeon-hwi faithfully recited the command, moving his hand down to the lower region.

His appearance was that of a submissive livestock.

Swoosh.

The lower region fell weakly to the ground.

Naturally, there was now nothing covering her most secretive part.

The exposed yinbu.

The yinbu hair was slightly thick.

Below that, thick mounds and cracked crevices were visible.

“Haha, very good.”

A satisfied laugh involuntarily escaped Bang So-un’s lips.

This was Yang Yeon-hwi’s boji.

The highly esteemed top painter, succumbing to hypnosis, was helplessly exposing his boji.

The excitement brought on by dominance made Yang Yeon-hwi stiffen.

“Hehehe, this is the taste.”

Jang Il stared at Yang Yeon-hwi’s boji with a lecherous smile.

A taste that only they could enjoy in the world.

An eternal taste that never grew old.

Bang So-un nodded in agreement as if understanding.

Then he said, “Boji at attention.”

That very posture that could only be found in the Golden Dragon Field.

There was no one else who could make a woman take such a humiliating and shameful posture except for them.

“…The milk-sucking boji maiden… immediately assumes the boji at attention… for you, Master….”

Yang Yeon-hwi raised his hands to his head.

Bending his legs and spreading his thighs wide, he pushed his yinbu forward.

A humiliating posture that seemed to beg for someone to look at her yinbu.

Naturally, her yinbu was much more clearly exposed than before.

“Preparation is very thorough, Jang Il.”

Bang So-un chuckled, as if approving.

“Hehe, such an important posture should naturally be prioritized.”

Jang Il spoke as if it was nothing.

But of course.

Jang Il was a guy who truly knew what brought pleasure to a man.

Bang So-un smiled satisfactorily and turned his gaze back to Yang Yeon-hwi.

“A very good posture. What is that posture?”

“…The boji of the milk-sucking boji maiden… is a posture where the boji is pushed forward slightly so that you, Master, can enjoy it a little better….”

Jang Il had even memorized what posture it was in detail.

Bang So-un chuckled.

“Good, very enjoyable to appreciate.”

After all, he had made Yang Yeon-hwi assume that posture to properly appreciate his boji.

The shape of the yinsun was now clearly visible.

A yinsun without any unsightly sagging.

Considering she was a married woman, it was in a very good condition.

Moreover, the color was a deep reddish-brown without any discoloration.

Although not a bright red, it was still a fairly good condition, considering she must have had many sexual encounters as a married woman.

“Good condition. A boji that I like.”

Bang So-un appraised the woman’s precious genitalia as if appraising goods in a market.

“…Thank you… Master….”

However, even though she was thanking him absentmindedly, it stimulated excitement as if she was acknowledging that her boji was no different from goods rolling around in a market.

“Now, then….”

Having appreciated both the milk-sucking and the boji, he had done enough for today.

What remained was…

“To draw.”

***

Swiftly.

The naked figure of the milk-sucking boji maiden was drawn on the canvas without a single hesitation.

A body he knew better than anyone else.

Because the boji maiden in the picture was none other than himself.

It was the first time he had drawn a self-portrait of his naked body.

There is no reason to draw such vulgar and obscene pictures.

But I am drawing them now.

Of course.

Because the master ordered me to do so.

The servant girl will obey all the master’s commands.

From head to toe, nothing belongs to the servant girl.

Everything is the master’s property.

The red tube, the vagina, even a single pubic hair, all naturally belong to the master.

Even reason is the same.

That’s why the servant girl doesn’t need to think or judge.

No, she can’t.

She just obeys the master’s commands.

Obediently.

From behind, the master strokes the unnecessarily large red tube.

But the servant girl doesn’t pay attention.

-Just focus on the drawing.

Because the master ordered it.

Kneeling with hands on the floor, the servant girl focused solely on drawing without blinking.

In the drawing, the servant girl had her hands on her head.

Bent over with legs spread wide.

The vagina was exposed as if showing off.

The “vagina salute” posture.

A posture that must be remembered forever, taught by the master.

Whenever commanded, the servant girl must expose her vagina and assume that posture.

That posture was exactly what the master desired for the nude self-portrait.

A very excellent posture.

With a swift stroke, the drawing was nearing completion.

With utmost concentration, the final coloring was done.

“….”

In that state, the drawing was examined once again.

There were no issues.

From the lines to the coloring, everything was flawless.

After confirming, the servant girl reported to the master.

“I have finished drawing the nude self-portrait of the milk-sucking red tube servant girl, master.”

Continuing to stroke the unnecessarily large red tube, the master scrutinized the drawing up and down.

“Indeed, excellent skill. I really like it.”

“Thank you, master. It is an honor to receive praise for the nude self-portrait of the milk-sucking red tube servant girl.”

It was a great honor for the servant girl to receive praise from the master for such a trivial drawing.

“Hmph, indeed an honor. Now, write the confession.”

“The milk-sucking red tube servant girl obeys, master.”

She immediately picked up the confession brush.

There was no need to ponder over the content.

Just write what needs to be written.

-Milk-sucking red tube.

The glorious slave name personally given by the master.

-Servant girl.

The servant girl has no human name.

Just the servant girl.

-Hypnosis Room, exclusive for the milk-sucking red tube servant girl at Unjungak.

The location was a room chosen personally by the master for the hypnosis instructor of the milk-sucking red tube servant girl.

-Hypnosis slave Day One.

The date of the world is not important.

Only when the faithful hypnosis slave became one is important.

-To allow the master to use the unparalleled lewd naked body of the milk-sucking red tube servant girl as a sex toy at any time.

The purpose of the drawing was obvious.

The red tube and the vagina of the servant girl existed solely to fulfill the master’s sexual desires.

Since drawing and having sex were not possible, the purpose was only to be used as a sex toy.

“One more thing to write.”

The master ordered with a smile.

“Yes, master. The milk-sucking red tube servant girl awaits the command.”

I was ready to obey the command immediately.

“Write this. When I say a word, you…”

The master gave a stern command.

“Understood, master.”

I moved the paused brush.

Next to the previous content, I wrote the following.

-The milk-sucking red tube servant girl, at the master’s command, immediately exposes her vagina, draws a nude self-portrait, and offers herself as a stupid servant girl for the master to confirm at any time.

Truly wise words.

No action can be restrained.

It flows away like time.

But if captured in a painting, that scene can be preserved forever.

For example, in this painting, a foolish smile on the face of a woman who is completely submissive, unable to move a muscle at the command of her master, standing naked in a salute posture.

“Finish it.”

“Yes, master.”

-To the great master who rules over everything of the foolish woman.

With relentless optimism, it was brought to a close.

The second painting is also finished.

The woman turns her head to the side with a foolish smile, and the master, with the nipple of the bottle in his fingers, completes the painting first and presents it to the master.

It was a deeply moving day to be able to complete the two paintings that the master desired.

“It’s done, master.”

“Good, [empty-headed milk cow].”

Ah…………….

…………………

…………………

Consciousness sank deep into a trance again.

Waiting with an empty mind.

For the master’s stern hint.

***

Swaying!

With each step, the useless bottle swung up and down.

Because the bottle cap that held the bottle in place was removed.

It was very embarrassing and uncomfortable.

But there was no choice.

Due to a lump forming in the bottle, the bottle cap that pressed the bottle could not be worn.

Even a slight pressure brought pain, so it was an unavoidable choice.

“Hoo.”

Yang Yeon-hwi let out a small sigh and continued walking.

“Hu, hum.”

“Cough, cough.”

He could feel the hot gazes of the men from the other side.

Although they seemed to glance subtly, from the receiving end, it was a very blatant and lecherous gaze.

His face flushed with embarrassment.

But he couldn’t run away.

If he ran, the bottle would sway even more grotesquely.

He entered the barn with embarrassment.

“Mi, mistress… the shaman has arrived.”

His voice trembled without him realizing it.

Because the bottle, a shamanic object, was noticed.

The shaman, Ahk Bul-beom, opened his eyes from a meditative position and looked at Yang Yeon-hwi.

And.

“Hmm…?!”

His eyes widened in surprise.

Because he witnessed the embarrassing swaying breasts.

The breasts were so large that it was impossible to ignore.

“It seems… there is no bottle…?”

It was rare for Ahk Bul-beom to stumble over his words.

That’s how flustered he was.

The fact that this attire had been worn outside meant something.

“Ah… I had to take it off because a lump formed on the left breast. It was too painful……”

Yang Yeon-hwi explained the situation.

She didn’t realize that the situation was forced upon her by someone else.

And why she was referring to her breasts instead of the bottle in front of her husband.

“Hu, hum… I see. It must have been painful.”

Ahk Bul-beom cleared his throat.

It was a very embarrassing sight, but if it was because of pain, her husband had nothing to say.

“I apologize for showing you such an embarrassing sight, mistress,” said Yang Yeon-hwi with a flushed face.

“No, no. Your health is the most important thing.”

“Thank you for understanding, mistress. I have brought medicine today, so please take care of your health.”

The fourth medicine.

As the number in front increased, Ahk Bul-beom had no idea what kind of situation his wife was in.

Especially today, showing off not only the bottle but also her genitals in front of foreign men.

And tomorrow…

Her genitals would be exposed to the foreign men.