Slave Concubine

[Instead of the frail young lady, it is I, the maid, who satisfies my master’s desire.] Jinhu’s member was forced into Sunjeong’s mouth as she knelt. That thick, long, hard piece of flesh blocked her throat, causing her to make muffled sounds. His hand gripped the back of her neck tightly. She couldn’t even tilt her head back to try to breathe a little better. “Serving me is your job.” Jinhu’s voice cut through her ragged breathing. His gaze shone with a strange, burning intensity. He looked like a mass of desire. The room, with the lights off, was dark. However, moonlight filtered through the window. “I’m warning you again. You just have to mate with me like a female. It’s nothing more and nothing less than that, so get that straight and just stick to your role.” Faced with Jinhu’s cold, somber words, Sunjeong’s heart tightened. It wasn’t that she had expected a loving gaze or words. She didn’t dare to, she shouldn’t. Even so, Sunjeong felt her chest sink with a melancholic sadness. Jinhu moved his hips. His erect member slid in and out of Sunjeong’s mouth rapidly. Each time, his scrotum pressed tightly against her mouth. The feel of his pubic hair brushed roughly against her skin. Following his movements, her upper body swayed as well.