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🕑 Added 2025-05-17 21:39:33 +0000 UTCEP.90 D-Day
Unlike the previous day, which was relatively relaxed, today was busy from early morning.
Jung-su and Il-ho styled their hair neatly with spray and dressed elegantly.
I also prepared myself by combing my hair.
Jung-su and Il-ho had packed all my belongings, including my food bowl, into the car so they could leave at any moment. They approached me, tightened the slightly loosened rubber bands, and said:
"Did you forget what we did yesterday?"
"Yes..."
"Okay. Sit down and rest for a bit."
"Thank you."
I sat comfortably, but as time passed, my heart began to beat faster, and I grew anxious.
Surprisingly, Jung-su and Il-ho, who were waiting on the sofa, also looked tense.
As 11 AM approached, Jung-su spoke up:
"4-ho, let's get ready."
"Yes."
I stood in the living room, facing the front door, and assumed the basic pose.
Following yesterday's instructions, I pushed my vagina forward, and the tight rubber bands made my labia spread wide, creating an even more shameful appearance.
Thinking about greeting my mother in this state made me tremble with anxiety.
I repeated the lines I had memorized yesterday to avoid mistakes.
However, even after 11 AM, my mother didn't arrive, and I started to lose strength in my legs while maintaining the pose.
"Huh... when is she coming?"
Il-ho sighed and complained to Jung-su just as the sound of the front gate opening was heard.
Creak-
"She's here!"
Jung-su and Il-ho quickly stood up and headed to the front door.
The short time it took for my mother to walk from the gate to the front door felt like an eternity.
As she approached, I became frightened and my head spun.
"No... don't show her this... please go back... Hic!"
As my mother entered the password for the front door, Jung-su and Il-ho opened it and greeted her.
"Hello, Mother!"
"Who...?"
Although my mother's face was blocked by Jung-su and Il-ho, her voice was unmistakable.
"Wow! Those breasts are amazing! They're like a cow's! Hehe~
They're even bigger in person.
What do you think?"
"She's well-maintained for her age."
"It's like she's a sister to 4-ho, haha!"
Jung-su and Il-ho commented on my mother as freely as they had when they first visited our home.
My mother seemed shocked and humiliated, just like I had been, and didn't make a sound from outside.
Jung-su stepped aside to let my mother in and said:
"Ah, we're Han-yeong's friends. Please don't be alarmed and come in."
My mother hesitantly entered, and Jung-su closed the door behind her.
As she saw me in the basic pose, her eyes widened, and she dropped the shopping bags she was carrying, screaming.
She had likely been late because she was shopping for me and my brother.
Il-ho approached me and slapped my buttocks hard, saying:
"What are you doing? Greet your mom!"
Slap- clang-
As I looked at my mother, the lines I had memorized slipped my mind, and tears welled up in my eyes.
The tears weren't from the pain of the slap.
"Stop it! Hanna!!!"
My mother tried to free herself from Jung-su's grasp but couldn't. She attempted to call the police but was stopped by Jung-su.
"Don't! Han-yeong... where is Han-yeong? Han-yeong!!!"
Jung-su calmly told my mother:
"Please calm down and talk with us for a bit. There seems to be a misunderstanding."
As my brother Han-yeong came out, my mother seemed slightly calmer.
"Han-yeong! What is this...?"
"We'll explain everything from the start. Please sit down."
Jung-su led my mother to the sofa.
Meanwhile, Il-ho whispered in my ear:
"You go to that corner and slap yourself 100 times. You bitch, don't slack off, or you'll really die."
"Yes..."
I moved to the corner as instructed, and my brother stood in the center of the room, flanked by Jung-su and Il-ho.
Before anyone could speak, the sound of me slapping my own face echoed through the room.
Slap- slap- slap- slap- slap- slap-
I began slapping my face with both hands in front of my mother.
"Mom?! Hanna!!!"
"Let her be. She likes doing it, haha!"
Il-ho pulled my mother back onto the sofa and said:
"What is this?!"
"I'll explain," Jung-su said, twisting the facts to fit his narrative.
I was portrayed as a pervert who had incest with my brother and led lascivious games with his friends, and I had become a slave by begging to be treated like a toy.
Of course, my mother didn't believe this absurd explanation at first, but she seemed confused by my brother's agreement and Jung-su's confidence.
Whenever my brother hesitated, Jung-su would wave the key to his chastity belt, and my brother had no choice but to accept Jung-su's explanation.
"Do you want to see a video of them having sex? Hehe!"
Throughout this conversation, my mother's gaze remained fixed on me as I slapped my face.
"Okay... Hanna, please stop..."
Slap- slap- slap- slap- slap- slap- slap- slap- slap-
"Alright, you can go now."
Jung-su handed my brother the key to his chastity belt, and he quickly entered his room.
After slapping myself 100 times, Jung-su called me over.
"4-ho, come here and assume the basic pose again."
It was more embarrassing than ever to expose my vagina in front of my mother.
My face was swollen from slapping myself, and I wore a bright red dog collar around my neck. My abdomen had a tattoo of "Slave 4-ho," and my nipples and labia were pierced, with bells attached to my clitoris. The handle of the anal beads protruded from my urethra, and a plug blocked my anus.
I trembled as I began to recite the prepared lines to my mother:
"Mom...
I've decided to live as Jung-su's toy slave...
Being treated like trash and abused is my greatest happiness...
I'm sorry for being a masochist..."
As I swayed my hips like a stripper, my vagina opened and closed repeatedly, and the bells on my clitoris rang continuously.
Although my words weren't the ones I had memorized, I glanced at Jung-su and Il-ho, hoping I had done well.
"How could you, Hanna...?"
"Okay, we've finished. We'll leave now."
As Jung-su and Il-ho stood up and headed to the door, my mother muttered to herself.
I followed them out, and as we reached the entrance, my mother suddenly rushed out, shouting:
"No! Not my daughter! Stop! Hanna!!!"
Jung-su turned around and blocked my mother, whispering something in her ear.
She looked shocked and stood there, staring blankly at me.
We passed through the gate and got into Jung-su's car. He started the engine and drove off.
Until we reached the highway, Jung-su and Il-ho didn't speak, but they simultaneously lit cigarettes as if they had made a pact.
After taking a puff, they burst into laughter.
"Wow! I thought we'd get caught! Crazy bastards!"
"Fools! They're really funny! Hahaha!"
Il-ho stuck his head out the window and shouted:
"Woohoo! I feel so exhilarated!"
Sitting in the backseat with my legs spread wide, exposing my vagina, I didn't feel at ease.
As Il-ho calmed down and spoke in a more subdued tone:
"Is this really the end?
Thinking about 4-ho's mom is really exciting. Her breasts are amazing!"
"Hehe, is it the end?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just wait. She'll come crawling."
"What a guy. I have no idea how far you've planned this... Hehehe!"
