A flawless, beautiful face. Sharp, cat-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and moist, yet cold lips, as if holding morning dew.

    Just as I know her well, she knows me well too. There are things we are grateful for to each other, and if there are grievances, there are those too.

    When she was kissing with a penis too large for her to handle between her legs, a deep ache spread through my chest.

    Chaerin isn’t even my girlfriend.

    She forced her lips into a smile, ingesting another man’s saliva. Then she smiled at me. My chest throbbed even more.

    A fishy smell emanated from Chaerin’s mouth, which had consumed a beer glass full of semen. It was a rich, foul smell that brought tears to my eyes.

    I don’t know how many times I’ve held my breath. Or how many times I’ve accepted her tongue…

    “Just bear with it a little longer. I wondered what it felt like to kiss after sex… *Slurp*… I didn’t have sex with you, but… *chuckle*, you like this kind of thing anyway, don’t you?”

    “Ugh, *moan*… Chaerin-ah…”

    Chaerin caressed my swollen balls. Pre-ejaculate flowed from my urethra, but it didn’t lead to ejaculation.

    As I held my breath again, Chaerin completely covered my mouth. We stayed in that position until her scent completely permeated my mouth, until our saliva mixed into one.

    Bitter-tasting saliva flowed from her tongue, which had penetrated deep into my mouth.

    It wasn’t ravenous or technical, but a kiss solely meant to mark the other person’s mouth. That’s why I couldn’t resist.

    I held my breath, swallowing her saliva again and again. When I thought I had reached my limit, she held my face still so I couldn’t move.

    Even as my consciousness faded, I was erect. For me, Chaerin rubbed the tip of my chastity device with her knee.

    “You can throw away that useless dick of yours now as a male. You suit being a female better, you sow. …How was it? Watching me get fucked while making gasping noises… You couldn’t even dream of saving me, could you?”

    “Chaeri… Ah, no… *Gasp*…♡.”

    “Even at that moment, you were busy crossing your legs to hide your erection… It’s not like it’s visible anyway. Listen, Doyun-ah. The VIPs here are incomparable to someone like you. Their bodies, their dicks, their wealth… But there’s one thing you’re better at than them.”

    As my breath repeatedly hitched, I wasn’t even aware that I was crying. Chaerin flicked her tongue like a snake, licking my cheek.

    “That would be your appearance, of course. Why are you so pretty…? Not like a man… your lines are slender. Ah… seriously. I’m jealous, aren’t I?”

    “Uh… uh…?”

    “I can’t help but feel jealous of Baek Jiyeon, who likes you, a male who’s failed as a man… I should have been by your side originally—.”

    “No, Jiyeon is…”

    “You made Baek Jiyeon experience netorare [cheating with a third party]. Because you loved her so much… you wanted to satisfy her pussy in your stead… Isn’t that right? Answer me, Hong Doyun.”

    Netorare… But that was—.

    “—That’s why I’m going to turn you into a complete female slave. Your body, your mind, your actions… I want to completely remake them. And then I’ll show you to Baek Jiyeon.”

    *—Will Baek Jiyeon truly stay by your side even after seeing your changed self?*

    “Well… you wouldn’t know this, would you? But I’m fine. From then on, I’ll be the one to fuck you. You, who spread your ass-pussy like a crossdresser… by pegging you every day, so you can’t cum without prostate stimulation…”

    So, Doyun-ah. Become a woman here…♥. I’ll change you.

    ……………….. ………… Oh, right. That’s true. Beta slaves can never escape from here. Never.

    As long as the sun doesn’t rise, dawn won’t end.

    Thank you. For finally coming to me.

    ………… …………*Kissing sound*♥♥

    ―――――――――――――――

    ##Shin Yookyung’s Story 7

    Recently, Shin Yookyung felt an inexplicable sense of unease around her. Something was strange, but when she tried to delve into it, there was no tangible substance to this unease.

    As usual, she woke up early in the morning and finished her yoga in light clothing. While getting up to put away her yoga mat, Yookyung saw an electric dildo on the table and quickly picked it up.

    It was a monstrous dildo, enough to remind her of Dohyeok’s massive penis. She no longer treated Dohyeok as just a junior. His presence had already become too deeply ingrained in Yookyung to be rejected.

    Going back, Yookyung, examining the dildo carefully, thought. This was something she had never purchased. In that case, the only person in the house who would use it was her daughter, Doha.

    “Doha, really… What if Doyun sees it…?”

    Yookyung quietly entered Doha’s room to put the dildo back in its place. Doha, who Yookyung expected to be sleeping soundly, was unexpectedly not in her bed.

    *’When did she leave…? Is she working a part-time job?’*

    Yookyung, thinking her daughter might have a place where she collected adult toys, apologized inwardly and opened the desk drawer.

    The contents of the drawer were quite messy. Various pens, scissors, utility knives, phone cables, shoelaces, and all sorts of items were haphazardly crammed inside.

    “Ahaha… Doha’s still the same as she used to be.”

    Yookyung let out a hollow laugh and closed the drawer. With a little thought, it was clear there wouldn’t be adult toys in such an obvious drawer.

    Come to think of it, Doha had always preferred hiding things under her bed. Disliking studying, she often hid her textbooks there, and as a result, it became a graveyard of textbooks.

    As Yookyung expected, there was a small box lying under the bed. Without much suspicion, she opened the charming box.

    Inside the box was a smartphone she hadn’t seen before. Since it wasn’t the phone Doha usually used, Yookyung picked it up and examined it.

    Just then. The phone suddenly rang, and someone was calling. Unable to ignore it, Yookyung answered the call.

    “…Who… is this?”

    -“…You’re not Hong Doha, I see. I am Namgeon. I’m Ms. Doha’s part-time job boss.”

    “I see… I’m Doha’s mother.”

    -“So you’re her mother. Your name, I believe, was… Yookyung-ssi?”

    “Huh…? How did you…?”

    -“We once made an offer to you, mother. To become my exclusive secretary…”

    She had indeed received a secretary offer before. From Joo Chaebin, a young executive at the Midnight Hotel.

    *’Does that mean this Namgeon person is Ms. Chaebin’s superior…? No, wait. He said he was a part-time job boss…?’*

    -“If Hong Doha isn’t there… I’ll hang up now. Ah… and mother. I believe one of our subordinates reserved a villa today… We would be grateful if you enjoyed it as much as you wish.”

    With those words, the call ended. Yookyung didn’t put down the phone for a while. When she considered it, there were more than just one or two strange things.

    Who exactly was this Namgeon person, to know both her and her daughter simultaneously? Was he truly just an ordinary part-time job boss?

    *’And how did he know about the villa reservation…’*

    Her hand tightened around the phone. But there was no time to think for long. She quickly put the phone back and placed the dildo in an inconspicuous spot.

    Putting her worries aside for a moment, she finished preparing to leave. Just before going out, she looked at Doyun’s tightly closed bedroom door.

    Her son hadn’t returned home for several days already.

    “Don’t worry, Auntie. Doyun is at our house for work right now. I’ll contact you again later.”

    When her son’s girlfriend had personally contacted her, she felt relieved, but it was still strange that she couldn’t reach Doyun directly.

    This was clearly a sense of unease. With that unsettling feeling, Yookyung left the house.

    ………………..

    The villa Dohyeok told her about was located near the East Sea, several hours’ drive away. Originally private property, it was now open as the owner wasn’t currently using it.

    How many years had it been since she last went to the beach? As the cool sea breeze brushed against her skin, Yookyung finally realized she was at the beach.

    The sandy beach was already crowded with vacationers enjoying the tail end of summer. Among them, Yookyung spotted a few familiar faces.

    The film crew for ‘Married Agent Shin Misi,’ which had now surpassed 1 million total views, was gathered together, chatting noisily. Since they were all energetic college students, their excitement was visibly apparent.

    “Hello, Senior.”

    “…Do, Dohyeok. It’s nice to see you.”

    As she was lost in admiring the open scenery, Dohyeok approached. When others were around, Dohyeok’s way of addressing her was still ‘Senior.’

    “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it? The water’s clean. There’s even a bar over there. I used to work there for a bit.”

    “There’s a place like this… I like it too.”

    “The filming will proceed in an hour. Please change into your swimsuit and come out by then.”

    “Filming…? Here…? But there are other people. And in such a revealing swimsuit…”

    “What’s wrong with it? Everyone here is practically naked. Look, they’re all so bold.”

    Dohyeok pointed to the people lying on the beach. There seemed to be an unusually large number of couples among the vacationers. They applied sunscreen to each other’s bodies and kissed without a care.

    Yookyung was a little surprised to see a woman’s hand inside a man’s underwear. She hadn’t expected people to engage in such bold acts in a public place, even if times had changed.

    “It really is… Is this normal these days…?”

    “Yes… *chuckle*.”

    A subtle smile spread across Dohyeok’s lips as he saw Yookyung’s cheeks redden.

    Soon, as Yookyung went into the changing room to get dressed, Dohyeok quickly prepared the film crew. The crew installed cameras like CCTV on rocks, ice cream stands, and parasols along the beach. Without Yookyung knowing, the filming had already begun.

    Yookyung came out wearing a thin cover-up over her swimsuit and sat down. As she slowly sipped the juice she had bought beforehand and watched the sea, thoughts of her son suddenly came to mind.

    Just as she was about to try contacting Doyun, some men approached her.

    “I’ve been watching you for a while… you’re so beautiful. Did you come alone?”

    “…………?”

    Men who looked like fresh college graduates at most. *They’d be surprised if they heard my age…*, Yookyung thought, but decided to just laugh it off.

    “I’m sorry, I have something to do…”

    “If it’s okay, I could take a picture for you. And, uh, could we maybe exchange Instagrams?”

    She found herself a little interested in his words. It wasn’t because he offered to take a picture. It was because the hesitant pick-up artist, whose lines weren’t particularly smooth, suddenly felt cute.

    *—Perhaps it was because he reminded her of her son, Doyun.*

    “Hmm… Okay. If it’s just a picture. You’ll take a pretty one, right?”

    Standing on the warm white sand, she was no different from a model. The men subtly wished Yookyung would take off her cover-up. But they couldn’t say it outright and just hesitated.

    That sight stimulated her once more. Yookyung slightly lowered her zipper, revealing her cleavage. Normally, she would have sharply rejected the advances from the start, but today, feeling somehow strange, she was granting their requests one by one.

    “It’s a little hot… *Gasp*…”

    Yookyung, who had unzipped her top down to her chest, approached the men to check the photos they had taken. She was wearing a tiny micro-bikini under her cover-up. The men became even more aroused at the sight of her exposed areola, faintly visible through the open clothes.

    One of them asked if it was okay to apply sunscreen for her. Feeling her heart pound, Yookyung blurted out that it was fine.

    In front of everyone watching, she slowly removed the veil covering herself. Her bikini, barely concealing her pure white skin, seemed pitifully small against her ample breasts and buttocks.

    Unkempt pubic hair slightly peeked out above her thong. She smiled awkwardly, as if embarrassed, and covered her vulva. At this rate, her erect clitoris seemed like it might become visible.

    Yookyung lay down, entrusting her body to the man.

    “Ho-how is it?”

    “Good. Keep doing that… *Moan*…!”

    As the stranger’s touch spread across her entire back and then reached her breasts, Yookyung unconsciously let out a moan. The hand, moving down her waist as if massaging, stimulated her raised buttocks.

    “Wait… *Gasp*…”

    “Are you a bit more relaxed now? If it’s okay, I was hoping we could… spend more time together afterwards.”

    “Haa, not there… I’m sorry, but no… If you’re done, please stop—.”

    “We prepared a lot today. We even booked a guesthouse nearby. It’s too early to part ways, isn’t it? …Right?”

    “Guh, stop—! Please…♡ *Gasp*…!”

    She wanted to refuse, but if she got up, she felt she would expose her own excitement. The tips of her nipples continued to crave touch.

    Her vagina became wet, and her juices trickled down between her legs. Soon, Yookyung buried her face and thrust her hips.

    *’Why… why does this feel good…♡ If I succumb like this, I’ll…’*

    She hadn’t realized. As she climaxed, her previously closed legs spread open, fully exposing her raw pussy.

    “Let’s at least exchange Instagrams~ That much is okay, right?”

    “I’ll, I’ll, I’ll do it… I’ll do it, so♡ Ugh, stop applying it…!”

    “Wow~ Thank you, Noona! I’ll leave a DM, so make sure to accept it!”

    The man didn’t let Yookyung go; instead, he pushed his hand between her buttocks. While she trembled, they splattered semen all over Yookyung’s buttocks and near her pussy.

    They touched Yookyung’s still uncalmed pussy several times, pretending it was an accident, and then took pictures of her, who had already cum twice.

    Yookyung was finally able to get away only after exchanging Instagrams with all of them. Her rigidly erect clitoris throbbed painfully.

    She wanted someone to mercilessly rub her vulgarly erect clitoris.

    *’My pussy… if only it had been fucked just like that…♡♡ I would have cum from getting cummed inside just like that… Ahhh…’*

    Why was that?

    *’Why, why on earth do I feel regret…? Shin Yookyung… Why have you become so lewd…♡’*

    She was so aroused that she wanted to feel satisfaction even in this moment. At some point, Dohyeok was standing in front of Yookyung.

    Dohyeok helped Yookyung to her feet and personally wiped her body. He complimented her swimsuit attire, saying it was too beautiful, and suggested they walk along the beach just like that.

    “But I’m too embarrassed in this outfit…”

    “That level of exposure is natural. You know that well now, Senior.”

    “What do I know…?”

    “Other people’s gazes. The way they look you up and down… you’re enjoying it now, aren’t you? Imagining it.”

    “I’ve never—.”

    Dohyeok pulled Yookyung along and walked down the beach. Her nipples seemed ready to pop out with the slightest movement of her breasts, and the thong string wedged between her buttocks kept bothering her.

    The gazes and murmurs from the surroundings unabashedly fell upon her.

    “Wow, fuck—.”

    “Her breasts look like I want to squeeze them so badly…”

    “Oppa— What are you looking at right now?”

    “If only I could touch them just once…”

    “I’m so horny, damn it—.”

    But surprisingly, she didn’t feel bad. Yookyung felt like she was being acknowledged. So she hesitantly removed her hands that had been covering her breasts and crotch.

    She knew without having to express it indirectly. From long ago, her body had been a target for all the men around her.

    Even when they acted intimately in front of her, whenever she passed by the men’s restroom, she would suddenly hear sexual harassment directed at her.

    Finally, when they reached a place where only the two of them remained, Yookyung, as if she had been waiting, pulled down Dohyeok’s pants. She cupped his penis with both hands herself.

    “I’ve always wanted this penis. Please give me the opportunity to serve you, Master…♥”

    “You bitch… Is there nothing but dicks in your head now? If you want it, speak more obscenely.”

    “Yes…! I’m a pussy bitch who only knows Master’s giant dick♡ *Gasp, gasp*— This worn-out whore bitch, married woman Shin Yookyung, can no longer live without Master’s enormous dick♥♥ Please, please let me suck your dick, *suck suck suck suck suck suck suck*—!!!”

    “Open your mouth. I’ll keep fucking you until the filming starts. What are you?”

    “Thank you! I, Shin Yookyung, am Master’s onahole— *Gasp*—!! *Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck*—♡ *Slurp, kiss, kiss*♥ *Kiss*♥ An, any, anything… please use me… *Gasp*—♥♥”

    Yookyung, vulgarly thrusting her hips as if being penetrated from below, convulsed and squirted. Dohyeok slapped Yookyung’s cheek several times, saying she climaxed without his permission.

    “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a bitch who squirts fountains with a throat job♥ *Gasp*—. *Suck, suck, gasp*— That… if you rub my clitoris like that with your foot…♡♡ I’ll cum again— I just came and I’m so sensitive now♡♡!”

    “I’ll develop you until it’s as big as a dick— you bitch, cum, cum more—!”

    Yookyung, with tears in her eyes, frantically squirted water. Each time her throat convulsed, her eyes lost focus with a *hissing* sound.

    ………………..

    In truth, there was no final episode of ‘Married Agent Shin Misi.’ Not just the final episode, but even the ones filmed before—all of them were traps designed by Choi Junhak solely to ensnare Shin Yookyung.

    If Yookyung returned to the broadcasting station, it might be the last time he saw her. Thinking this, Dohyeok called Yookyung to Namgeon’s villa.

    He intended to tell her everything here. For Yookyung, who knew nothing.

    The whereabouts of her beloved son, Doyun, and daughter, Doha.

    And also what Jiyeon, whom he cherished as much as his own children, was doing…

    When Yookyung finally learned everything, he would give her another chance to choose.

    Whether to go to the broadcasting station, become Choi Junhak’s personal secretary, and live recalling the taste of the penis she most hated.

    Or, like her son, enter Midnight and drag everyone out of the shadows.

    ……………….. ………… 《Character Information》 ※New entries have been updated!

    1. Name: Shin Yookyung 2. Age: 39 3. Gender: Female 4. Hobbies: Yoga, reading, watching educational programs 5. Height: 176cm 6. Three Sizes: B104 / W62 / H95 7. Fate Resistance: 47% 8. Fetishes: Deepthroat, cosplay, filming humiliation for her defeat while apologizing to her son, clitoral masturbation while checking reactions to new releases, mother-son incest while playing defeat sex videos (wearing a chastity device), [Viewable at Projection Lv. 4], [Viewable at Projection Lv. 5] 9. Erogenous Zones: Oral (45%), throat (43%), clitoris (37%), vagina (32%), nipples (29%), cervix (21%) 10. Penalties [Undisclosed: 1] ⓐ Weakness Development: The opening and development of fetishes and erogenous zones are accelerated. ⓑ Corrupted Maternal Instinct: A variation of ‘maternal desire.’ Guilt regarding netorare may diminish. ⓒ Firm Exterior, Soft Interior: Though it may not seem so, resistance to assertive actions decreases. ⓓ Big Dick Worship: Resistance significantly decreases in front of a large penis. Affected by tendencies, fate resistance stats, etc. ⓔ Immorality: Changes in common sense or morality occur. 11. Inner Thoughts ⓐ Hong Doyun: ‘While you were gone, Mom… became so lewd. But Doyun, you’ll forgive Mom, right? Doyun is so kind… I’ll show you the new videos we filmed later…♥’ ⓑ Choi Dohyeok: ‘I feel like I can do anything to receive Master’s penis. Yes, whatever the choice…’

    …[Currently unviewable entries]

    【Shin Yookyung Illustration 2】

    【Joo Chaerin Illustration 2】

    【Joo Chaerin Illustration 3】

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