CHAPTER 68: 68. YOU SEE HOW WET SHE IS?

Shin still remembered what the system had said back then...

[If Host uses ’Slave Leash’ for sexual satisfaction in the presence of a third party member, the skill will immediately deactivate and a random penalty will be issued to the Host. The third party will also lose memory of the scene.

The keyword there was sexual satisfaction.

But that wasn’t what this was.

This... this was sexual torment, if such a thing even existed.

She was supposed to stay put. Come to his room at seven, like a good little slave. But instead, she’d come here with her boyfriend, trying to kill him. And Bob: he’d unleashed those beasts to stab through his body.

If that didn’t earn a brutal, humiliating punishment... then Shin didn’t know what did.

He glanced at Bob who looked like he’d been slapped by God, his face twisted in pure horror as Britt pulled her leggings down and let them fall onto the dusty ground.

Shin grinned.

"You wearing net panties, huh? Is that a new trend, or are you just a slut by nature?"

"Don’t stare at me!!!" Britt screamed, her voice shrill. "Don’t fucking come any closer or I’ll kill you!! I swear I will!!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Shin rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Your threats are getting old. Surely by now you know there’s nothing you can do to me."

He turned slightly toward Bob, hands on his hips like a teacher waiting on answers.

"How’s the view, Bob?"

Bob clenched his jaw. Enough was enough.

"You see these scars?!" he barked, referring at the ragged cuts across his cheek. "These are the signs of the battles I’ve fought, kid!! I was a mafia!! A dangerous one!!" His voice dropped into a dark chuckle.

"You don’t want me as your enemy... Stop whatever the hell this is before it’s too late."

Shin’s gaze shifted to him briefly... then down to his own blood-stained shirt.

"You see this?" he asked coldly, pointing to the greenish-black goo smeared across his chest.

"This is the shit your damn creatures sprayed on me. You ruined my clothes, and clothes are fucking expensive these days." His grin widened as he turned to Britt.

"And now you’re gonna watch your girlfriend clean them up."

He looked directly into Britt’s eyes.

"Come on. Clean this mess off your master, slut."

Britt’s entire face contorted in horror. The smell alone of the blood made her stomach turn. The goo looked like vomit mixed with tar. Her guts twisted as she stepped forward, her leggings left behind in the dirt. She wanted to puke.

She bent forward.

"Don’t fucking vomit in front of me," Shin warned sharply.

"I don’t want to see even a spill of it."

The command struck her like a whip. Her throat tightened, and with a painful gulp, she swallowed it back.

Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. She was completely trapped. Powerless. Her threats meant nothing. Her resistance, meaningless.

And her "sweet" boyfriend? Tied up like a worthless spectator—reduced to hurling curses he couldn’t back up.

She reached Shin, placed her hands gently on his bloodied chest and began licking.

One slow, trembling stroke of the tongue at a time.

The thick goo stuck to her mouth. The taste was foul like rust and bile and sewage and it slid down her throat with every swallow. She kept going, tears falling freely.

All that filled her head now were regrets.

Regrets about slapping him in public. About being cocky.

About not just walking away when they had the chance.

"Swallow everything..." Shin muttered. "Faster. I don’t have all day."

She obeyed, licking and swallowing faster, ass bent, exposing her naked cheeks.

Bob broke.

"Stop..." he gasped, voice cracking. "Please, make her stop!! I can’t take it!! I’ll give you everything I have!!"

Shin turned toward him, raising an eyebrow.

"Everything?" he echoed mockingly.

"You don’t have anything... because everything you had is now mine."

Bob choked on his breath.

Who the hell was this kid?

What kind of twisted, monstrous freak had they crossed paths with?

Even in his days as a mafia, he’d never gone this far. Never stooped to this level of cruelty. Never made a man watch his woman get broken.

Once Britt was done, her face stained and lips trembling, Shin scoffed.

"Now my shirt’s wet with your disgusting saliva. Take it off and hang it to dry."

Still softly crying, Britt obeyed. She peeled the shirt off him, exposing his slightly toned frame, and turned to find a spot to hang it.

Shin grinned again. He stepped behind her, his dagger still in hand and leaned close to her ear.

His voice dropped into a whisper so low it felt like poison.

"I think it’s time to begin... the main show."

Neither Britt nor Bob knew what that meant.

But they felt it.

They felt the dread rising like a wave, suffocating them from the inside.

And deep down... they somehow knew, the worst was about to begin.

"Bend over for me, slut!!" Shin muttered. "And get rid of those bitchy pants!!"

Britt’s eyes darted everywhere in shock!! He wasn’t really planning on....

Her hands moved on their own, grabbed the pant and slowly pulled it down her ass to her ankles. Shin was at her back. He slowly whistled, glaring at her naked body, her smooth round ass and the sweet folds of her pussy glaring back at him.

"Damn... Bob, your girl’s got a tight little ass. Tell me—do you hit that raw every night, or you saving it for birthdays?"

Bob thrashed in his restraints, the cords biting deep into his skin. He tried to stand, rage powering every useless struggle.

Shin didn’t flinch. He just raised his dagger and pointed it at Britt’s spine.

"Try anything, and I carve a new hole into your woman. You think I’m playing?"

Britt snapped at her boyfriend.

"Bob, don’t! Just stay the fuck still!" she yelled, eyes wide in panic. Then to Shin.

"You sick piece of shit! I swear, you’ll die a horrible death for this!! A fucking cursed death!!"

Shin chuckled.

"I’m counting on it. Now shut the fuck up and shove a finger in your pussy, slut!!"

She gasped at the order, but powerless, her hand reached down between her thighs and found a way to her slit! Then slowly, her middle finger shoved deep inside. Shin watched from the back, amused.

"Nah!! Shove three of them!! One is too small for your slutty cunt!!" He ordered.

Gulping hard, she shoved three of her fingers inside of her. She bit her lower lip, tears still falling down her cheeks. She was being violated in the open by a boy more than 10 years younger than her. And in front of her boyfriend.

Her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. For some reason, they became slick and wet.

"You really are a perverted bitch, aren’t you?" Shin asked with a raised brow. "You’ve already gotten wet?"

"Shut up!!" she screamed. "Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit! You’re a fucking scumbag excuse for a human being!"

Shin smirked, unfazed.

"Scumbag? Huh... not the worst title I’ve had. Now quit whining and keep those fingers moving—faster."

From the command, the fingers began moving faster, and this time, producing slurping sounds as they dove in and out her drenching pussy. The fill of three fingers stretching her cunt was overwhelming. And at this pace... she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it in.

But she had to.

This was disgusting!! There was no way she could cum like this! Not in front of her boyfriend!

Shin grinned at Bob.

"Look at her. You see how soaked your girlfriend is? See how easy it is to turn her into a mess? Does she drip like that when she’s with you, huh? Or does she only get that wet when someone actually takes control?"

Bob clenched his jaw so tight it felt like his teeth would crack. His fists were shaking against the restraints.

This was unbearable.

And what was that look on Britt’s face?

Lips bitten raw.

Saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth.

Cheeks flushed in a shade of pink that made him want to scream.

Was she... enjoying this?

Was his girlfriend, his proud, confident Britt responding to this monster?

The thought twisted something deep in his gut. Fury bubbled up, hot and choking.

But what Bob didn’t realize...

This was only the beginning.

TBC