Gathering All the Trash
After parting ways with Minha, Dohyung returned home and absorbed the memories of what his clones had done to the girls trapped in the basement that day.
“Hmm…”
The memories flooding into his mind concerned that day’s game—a simple one-star affair. The rules were straightforward: the girls had to take his cock in their mouths and suck him off, the winner being whoever made him cum the farthest. Last place received punishment. Jiseon had been the one punished, but because it was only one-star difficulty, the penalty hadn’t been particularly cruel. Afterward, his clone had fucked all three of them once each before finally returning upstairs.
“Sending the clone was the right call after all.”
When creating the clone, Dohyung had made one deliberate alteration—he had erased every memory of his encounter with Minha. Up until now he had trained and raped the girls in the basement without hesitation, viewing them as nothing more than living onaholes. Even now he still thought of them that way, yet something inside him recoiled at the idea of touching them himself after meeting Minha. So he had crafted a version of himself that existed before that meeting, a clone without any recollection of her.
As expected, the clone modeled after his pre-Minha self had fucked the three slaves without the slightest reluctance.
“If I want to keep tormenting them properly, I may have to keep using this method…”
Dohyung mulled over the sweet words Minha had spoken earlier that day. The suggestion that they call each other every night and talk had shaken something deep inside him. Part of him wanted to let the clones carry out his revenge while he spent his time at Minha’s side. After all, the clones were essentially him; the only difference was that they lacked memories of her. The revenge would still be carried out, and the original—himself—could enjoy time with Minha. It seemed like the perfect arrangement.
But he quickly shook his head. He refused to rely on such cheap tricks. Trying to seize both happiness with Minha and revenge against the perpetrators at the same time was pure greed. In chasing two rabbits, he might very well lose them both. Focusing on one was the wiser choice.
“Yeah. That’s how it has to be. Still… this is an interesting development.”
While reviewing the memories of what his clone had read from the girls’ minds during its time in the basement, Dohyung had discovered something amusing.
“So that’s what you were thinking. I brought it just in case, but it looks like I’ll be using it on you instead. In exchange, though…”
He had once believed he could carry out his revenge forever. But after meeting Minha, human emotions had begun to sprout inside him. The original plan—to make his tormentors suffer until the day they died—had become difficult to maintain.
“Even if it can’t be eternal… I still have to see it through to the end. Those three will continue as planned. As for the others…”
Dohyung thought of Sujin and Hyemin locked away in another room. Dong-eun was there too, but the boy was so thoroughly broken by powerful drugs that returning him to normal life seemed pointless. He had considered releasing them if they showed genuine remorse, but these two had never once offered sincere repentance no matter how many times his clones forced them to apologize alongside Ara.
He had spent considerable time debating how to dispose of them. Killing them outright would be simple, yet because they had tormented Minha, a quick death felt far too merciful. He was seriously considering binding them to the existing three as a complete set. After all, they were all the same kind of garbage; lumping them together made sense. Using them as sacrifices inside the games was another option. Whatever he chose, only a future of suffering awaited Sujin and Hyemin.
With these thoughts swirling in his head, Dohyung lay down on his bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning.
“Good morning, Master!”
Jiah, Jiseon, and Eunji greeted Dohyung with bright voices as he descended into the basement, though in their hearts they had prayed he wouldn’t come down at all.
“Yes, good morning. We’ll be continuing the games today as well. That’s the only way you’ll get to go home, after all.”
The three girls nodded at his words. They sensed something slightly different in his demeanor today, but they told themselves it wasn’t their place to worry about it.
Dohyung calculated how many slips had already been drawn from the Game Box. The total came to eleven. Considering one had been the “Palm Tree Time” that sent them back inside, roughly a third of the papers were already gone.
“Time really flies. I’m sure you’re all eager to draw that Return Home Lot.”
As he said, the fewer papers left in the box, the higher the probability of drawing the slip that promised freedom. For the girls, there was no moment they anticipated more than this. At the same time, it was the most nerve-wracking. Their entire fate depended on which slip emerged.
“Ah, before we start today’s game, I’ve brought some new guests. Wait here a moment.”
Dohyung stepped out through the basement door and returned shortly after, leading two blindfolded women. Handcuffs bound their wrists, and they were dragged forward by a connecting chain. Jiah, Jiseon, and Eunji stared at the newcomers in confusion. Bandages wrapped their foreheads where they seemed to have sustained injuries, and they trembled violently, completely naked.
“Wait… that scar on her leg…”
Eunji’s eyes fixed on a mark on one woman’s thigh, and an image flashed through her mind—the girl who had been impaled on the wall. Eunji had pressed a heated iron rod against her to force her to fuck the girl, and the burn mark looked identical to this one. Jiseon, standing beside her, had the same realization.
Dohyung removed the blindfolds, revealing both faces to everyone.
“H-huh…? W-why are you here…”
“You’re… Eunji?”
Jiah and Jiseon had no prior connection to Sujin and Hyemin, so this was their first meeting. But Eunji was different. The sudden appearance of Sujin and Hyemin left her visibly shaken.
Wait… that means the scar on her leg is from what I did to Sujin!
Eunji was startled by the realization that she had caused the injury. Still, judging by Sujin’s reaction, it seemed she hadn’t recognized who inflicted it. That offered a small measure of relief.
“Some of you are meeting for the first time, while others are already acquainted. If there’s one thing you all have in common, it’s that every last one of you is garbage.”
Dohyung gestured toward Sujin and Hyemin as he continued.
“These two have nothing to do with me directly. They’re the ones who bullied Minha. Do you remember her?”
At the mention of Minha, Jiah and Jiseon tilted their heads in confusion. Jiseon had only begun tormenting Dohyung in earnest after Minha had already transferred to another school, so she knew nothing. Jiah simply hadn’t paid enough attention to care. But Eunji was different. She was the one who had forced Minha to transfer, arranged for her to be ostracized and assaulted at the new school, and even destroyed her family.
Seeing Sujin and Hyemin’s condition, only a fool wouldn’t realize why Dohyung had brought them here. Eunji grew extremely anxious at the thought that he might discover she had been the one directing them to harass Minha.
For a brief moment she wondered if Minha had paid Dohyung to exact revenge, but she quickly dismissed the idea. She knew Minha’s family situation too well to believe the girl could afford such a request. Then another possibility occurred to her—appearance. Perhaps Minha had offered her body in exchange for revenge.
Fuck… Don’t tell me he’s going to take revenge for that bitch too? Why? What the hell is so special about her? Her face is completely ruined…
Watching Dohyung bring in the two girls for Minha’s sake, Eunji found herself unable to understand him. In her mind, a woman’s greatest weapon was her looks, and Minha had already failed in that department. Eunji knew better than anyone about the hideous scars Minha carried from her and Sujin’s gang. She never imagined Dohyung would find them attractive.
Besides, he had been having sex with her, Jiah, and Jiseon until recently. In Eunji’s memory, Minha was nowhere near attractive enough to excite him. Both she and Jiah possessed idol-level beauty and bodies, while Jiseon was quite pretty herself. There was no way Dohyung would fall for a scarred, disfigured girl like Minha after sleeping with them.
“Now that the new guests have arrived, shall we include them in today’s game?”
Ignoring Eunji’s inner turmoil, Dohyung declared that the game would continue.