Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Chapter 78: Pure Love? What Was He Thinking Creating a Voyeuristic Masochist Boss Monster With Yandere Traits

Chapter 78: Pure Love? What Was He Thinking Creating a Voyeuristic Masochist Boss Monster With Yandere Traits

Pure Love? What Was He Thinking Creating a Voyeuristic Masochist Boss Monster With Yandere Traits

I was taking everything positively until just now. Even getting humiliated at Yi Mongryong's place was fine by me.

So I naturally thought the next step would be for him to train me. Because it just didn't make sense to grope my chest like that and not do anything else afterwards.

He even got me all wet and juicy with foreplay, so he should've taken responsibility. But what happened next? As soon as we're back, Master hopped into bed with Wolhyang.

"Why...?" With that one frosty word from Chunhyang, everything changed in a heartbeat. Isn't there some saying about frost in May when a woman's holding onto a grudge?

As if that saying were coming true, her room gradually froze over. The sound of cracking wood was audible, like the trees were about to split apart.

"Is this some kind of neglect play?" Chunhyang neatly summed up her thoughts.

It's a possibility. Because Master isn't some rogue going around fucking every woman he could find like a horny beast. He held Wolhyang in his embrace because she's at least my level.

That bitch knows it too well; that's why she took advantage.

I thought my plan was good. I manipulated Wolhyang as I pleased, and in the end, I received "love" from Master. But I didn't think it would come to this.

Could any man just let Wolhyang go after fucking her once?

It's my biggest mistake: not analyzing it properly even once. He should have embraced me in the first place...

I hate this bitch. She had no role here. She should've just stayed in her room and practiced her dance or something.

Did she mess with me? As soon as I saw this fox gently sweep her thigh against him, I felt the urge to kill her right then and there.

But that would frighten Master, and if the he realized my strength, he might treat me like a monster.

If only the rope had worked... Why didn't the skill activate when there were only two of us?

[Rope for Training Life] is a special move that could only be used once on one person. The person snagged by the rope would blindly fall for me and obey my every word.

It's a perfect submission skill, and I was looking forward to it, but the result is this...

Master seems to like that whore too... So I can't kill her for a while. But it looks like he hasn't noticed the existence of my skill.

Would Master suspect me if I killed Wolhyang? I'd go from the quiet girl to a murderer in his eyes. Even if he doesn't know, he'd be sad that she died.

People should treat people, but the cycle is too short.

Even though I want to comfort him and shove my tits in his face... All I can do is watch him fuck another woman.

With my teeth clenched, my hand naturally slipped between my thighs.

"Ah... yeah... Master..."

Looking through the window, everything outside seemed crystal clear. I could even gauge its thickness through the clothes, but seeing it in person was a whole new level.

Imagine that, the same wooden stick used to shoo beggars away was now snugly nestled between his thighs.

My mouth watered as my hand ventured further between my thighs.

"Ah... Mas... ter..."

With eyes wide open, Chunhyang decided to observe every detail intently. Deeply smiling, she indulged in fantasies of being enveloped in those arms.

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It gives me the creeps.

Stirring the flesh vigorously while being stared at with wide-open eyes wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. Goosebumps formed, and I was itching to get out of there.

"Ah... uh... Master... is... inside me... yes... ah!"

Does she have a yandere trait too? So many damn traits.

I hastily put on some clothes and stepped out of the room.

"Why the hell have you been staring at me like that?"

Upon closer inspection, frost had formed around Chunhyang's room. It's not even winter, and it's not cold, so there's only one reason for the frost.

Is this a precursor to the skill? I don't know what she did, but she's definitely a monster.

I speculated she had a yandere trait and the cause might be due to jealousy.

"W-hat are you talking about, Master..." Chunhyang finally blinked her eyes and shed tears. She showed a face trembling with fear and choked sobs, it looked completely different to me. But she couldn't hide her smile filled with joy.

Really...

Finally, she's acknowledging herself? She probably wanted to do her. Those eyes filled with expectation were truly menacing. That's why those tears were not sad but resembled fruits of joy.

"Hey, why the hell are you crying, you damn bitch!"

Smack—

Approaching her, my first move was a solid slap across her face.

"Ah!"

I've been yammering on about training her, about providing her with the perfect education. Yet, I hadn't shown squat for results. Now that we're at this stage, I'm left with no choice but to actually tutor her and screw her brains out.

"Filthy whore, were you watching, huh? Were you touching yourself?"

"No, Master, I... I wasn't doing anything like that, it's just because the moon was bright..."

"Get your hand out."

"What?"

"Get your hand out from between your damn legs."

Honestly, there couldn't have been a more perfect angle right now. A man telling a woman, who's caught masturbating, to remove her hand. And the woman, wanting the man intensely.

"This... this is because... I'm... in pain..."

"For fuck's sake, you're still not getting it out?"

Smack—

Her head whipped around again.

Chunhyang, clueless as ever, shed tears while removing her hand. Even her reluctant gesture was executed flawlessly.

The moonlight illuminated the gooey mess between her fingers, courtesy of her own juices. Dripping fluids were evidence of her finger-fucking spree.

"I... I'm not... already... I've already promised to myself to make love to you, Master..."

"You're still saying that? You still haven't figured it out, you bitch!"

As I continued to stomp on her without a care, I pondered her words. I hadn't even hinted at sex, yet she's practically begging for it. Might as well have just said, "Let's just fuck right now."

"Ah... Master... I... feel like I'm dying... oh... no... Master..."

Her agonized gasps barely registered. Groaning like a wild animal in heat, she writhed beneath me. The sight of her juices flowing freely between her legs was hard to ignore.

Is it just sex from now on... I feel like I'm trapped in an inescapable swamp.