The Singing Contest, Part 1
Sujin and Hyemin couldn't understand what was happening at all. Why was Eunji in a place like this? Why did she have a burn on her face and look so shocked? Who were the other two women besides Eunji? What on earth was this "game" Dohyung was talking about? They didn't have a single answer.
Yet, one thing was crystal clear: Dohyung was the king and god of this place. It was painfully obvious that the three women already in the basement were completely incapable of resisting him. Even more despairing was the fact that, by all appearances, these three had been kidnapped and brought here long before them.
The fact that so much time had passed since their abduction and the police still hadn't rescued them meant that even if they themselves had been kidnapped, the police wouldn't easily find them. They couldn't even begin to imagine how long they would be imprisoned here.
On top of that, their physical states didn't look normal either. The three women, who were practically naked, bore small cuts and bruises all over their bodies, along with strange, bizarrely shaped scars below their navels. As Sujin and Hyemin trembled in terror, Jia raised her hand.
"Master, does that mean... those two will be participating in the game as well?"
"No? Not really." Dohyung shook his head at Jia's question. "I didn't suffer any direct harm from these two, did I? The game you girls are playing is for those who wronged me to atone and go home. It's not for them."
Hearing Dohyung's words, Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji wondered if they should consider this a relief. If the number of competitors in the game increased, it would only complicate things, and they certainly didn't want more people who might make mistakes during cooperative games. On the other hand, more players meant a lower statistical probability of being the one punished, so a larger crowd could actually work in their favor.
"They're literally just guests. Spectators to watch you girls squirm. They won't interfere with you in any way, so don't worry."
As he spoke, Dohyung brought in two chairs he had left outside the basement. They were the very chairs Sujin and Hyemin had sat in while filming their apology video to Minah. When Dohyung ordered them to sit, they obeyed without a word, and were immediately bound to the chairs, rendered completely immobile.
Watching them, Dohyung retrieved a pair of thick dildos and forced them deep inside their pussies.
"Ugh!" The massive toys forced their way into their dry, unaroused flesh. The friction scraping against their vaginal walls made both women groan in agonizing pain. Ignoring their reactions entirely, Dohyung shoved the dildos all the way to the very back of their vaginas.
"All you have to do is watch. Simple, right? But here's the catch: you must not let those dildos slip out of your pussies until the game is over. If you drop them... you'll receive the exact same punishment as the players. Understood?"
At Dohyung's question, the two nodded frantically. They had no idea what kind of punishment awaited them, but they knew all too well that they had no right to refuse. They had no choice but to submit.
"Now then... shall we begin today's game? Whose turn was it today? Heavie's?"
"Yes, Master. It is my turn." At Dohyung's words, Eunji stepped forward and lifted the Game Box. Sujin and Hyemin's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as they watched Eunji address Dohyung as "Master" with such submissive obedience.
The Eunji they remembered was arrogant, treating everyone else as her inferiors and looking down on them as fools. To see that very same Eunji completely broken, groveling before Dohyung in such a lowly manner, filled them with a terrifying dread of what kind of monster Dohyung truly was. Moreover, he had called her "Heavie," and seeing Eunji respond to it as if it were her actual name felt incredibly surreal and alien.
"Then let's draw today's number, shall we?"
"Yes, Master." Eunji ignored Sujin and Hyemin's shocked stares as best as she could, reaching into the Game Box to draw a slip of paper. However, she felt a pang of disappointment when she saw a number written on it instead of the word "Release" she so desperately hoped for.
"It is... number 12, Master."
"Number 12... Let's see." Dohyung peeled off the white tape next to the number 12 on his chart.
Selected Number: 12
Game Content: Singing Contest
"A singing contest... I like this one. It's a three-star difficulty." Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji were slightly taken aback by the sudden mention of a singing contest. They couldn't fathom what he wanted them to do—were they really just supposed to sing in a place like this? However, because it was Dohyung ordering it, they knew with absolute certainty that it would be anything but normal.
"Well then, before I explain the rules of this game, let me go grab the necessary equipment." As Dohyung stepped out of the basement for a moment, Sujin and Hyemin witnessed something bizarre. Even though the door was wide open, none of the three women made even the slightest move to escape. If it were them, they would have been looking outside, trying to run immediately. The three women's passivity felt incredibly frustrating.
"Hey, Eunji! Untie us right now! We have to escape while he's gone!" Unable to contain her frustration, Sujin shouted at Eunji. But the only response she received was the cold, icy glares of the three women. Not understanding why they were looking at her like that, Sujin felt a sudden chill of fear.
Eunji slowly walked over to Sujin. Bound to the chair with a dildo stuffed inside her, Sujin couldn't move a muscle to avoid Eunji's approach, making her heart race with terror. Eunji leaned in close, pressing her lips against Sujin's ear, and whispered in a low, menacing voice.
"If you want to live, shut your fucking mouth and don't say another word. Otherwise, you're dead."
Sujin's skin crawled with goosebumps at Eunji's warning that a single wrong word could get her killed. "B-but... this is our chance—"
"I told you to shut up!"
*Slap!*
Eunji struck Sujin's cheek with a vicious backhand for talking back. Having never expected Eunji to hit her, the physical shock felt infinitely more painful.
"Can't you read the room? You have no idea what happens to us if Master hears that kind of talk!"
"What kind of talk?" As Eunji yelled at Sujin with a furious expression, Dohyung's voice suddenly drifted in from behind, making her jump in fright.
"Ah, t-that... well..." Eunji's voice trembled violently, her eyes darting around in panic as she struggled to find the right words. She knew all too well what would happen if she said the wrong thing.
"Tell me the truth. What is it?"
"Well... t-this bitch told us to escape!" Throwing caution to the wind, Eunji pointed an accusing finger at Sujin and shouted. After all, she hadn't done anything wrong in this situation. She had merely stopped and punished Sujin for talking nonsense.
"Escape?"
"Yes, Master! That bitch asked why we weren't escaping, so Heavie went over and slapped her to shut her up!" Watching from the side, Jia quickly chimed in to defend Eunji. If things went sideways, the sparks might fly in her direction too, so she had to make sure all the blame fell squarely on this nameless newcomer.
"Is that so? Good job. Why are you trembling so much when you did the right thing?" Dohyung patted Eunji's shoulder lightly before walking over to Sujin. "You girls... your mouths are always the problem. Maybe I should just sew them shut." Dohyung muttered as he looked down at Sujin, who was paralyzed with absolute terror.
Dohyung scanned the room and picked up another dildo from the storage shelf. It was a beaded dildo with multiple bulbous spheres. Holding the toy, he approached Sujin and forced it directly into her vagina, which was already stretched tight by the first massive dildo.
"Ah, no! Ughhh!! It hurts! It hurts! It's going to tear!!" Sujin screamed in agony as the second toy forced its way inside, threatening to rip her flesh apart. But Dohyung completely ignored her cries, relentlessly shoving the additional dildo deep inside her.
"Hurts? It's going in just fine. With a pussy this loose, I wonder if your husband is even satisfied." Dohyung said as he stood up, having shoved about half of the new dildo inside her. Sujin was in too much pain to even process his words.
"Make sure you don't drop this one either, okay?" After checking that the dildos were securely lodged inside Sujin, Dohyung turned around and handed out the items he had brought to Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji. They were microphones, the kind typically found in karaoke rooms.
"As I said earlier, today's game is a singing contest. All you have to do is pick a song and sing it well. The one with the highest score wins the game."
"Yes, Master!" The three replied in unison, nodding. Hearing the explanation, they had expected as much. They also knew, with absolute certainty, that this wouldn't be a simple singing contest.
"You can't change the song halfway through. Once you choose, you have to sing it to the end. However, after you finish and see your score, you can try again. In other words, I'll give you as many chances as you want." Hearing this, the three women knew it wasn't a generous offer. The malice dripping from his voice was all too palpable.
"Oh, but you must score at least an 80. If even one of you finishes the game with a score lower than that, all three of you will be punished. So do your best. Now, begin!" Dohyung activated the electronic display board he had installed previously, turning it into a karaoke screen, and handed them the remote control to input the song numbers.
The three hesitated, wondering who should go first. It was only natural, as they knew Dohyung wouldn't just let them sing in peace. Eventually, Jia stepped forward to go first. I don't know what Master is going to do... but I have to get the highest score possible. I have to avoid the punishment!
Jia chose a song she used to perform back when she was an idol. It was a song she always scored high on whenever she went to karaoke, so she felt confident. The intro music echoed through the basement, and just as Jia was about to sing the first line—
*Crack!*
"Ahhh!" Jia gasped in shock at the sudden, searing pain on her back and whipped her head around. There stood Dohyung, holding a whip, staring at her with a terrifying gaze.
"What are you doing? Keep singing. Otherwise, you're going to get a low score, you know?"