A Punching Bag Only I Enjoy
It all happened in the blink of an eye, but Jia clearly recognized the face of the girl Dohyung had just thrown.
What... what is this? Why is she here... No, don't tell me Jiseon was kidnapped by him too?
Looking at Dohyung, who didn't have a single scratch on him, Jia found this reality even harder to believe.
Jiseon, who had crashed into the wall, couldn't get up from the massive impact. Jia had never imagined Dohyung would kidnap Jiseon, so she began to doubt her own eyes.
Is that really Jiseon? Maybe I saw wrong. There's no way that crazy bitch Jiseon would get caught so easily... But when I caught a glimpse of her, it was definitely her... Or was it? Did I see wrong?
"You saw right."
"Huh?"
Jia gasped at Dohyung's sudden voice. He had answered as if he were reading her mind.
"It's exactly who you think it is. That bitch is Kwon Jiseon."
Dohyung's words drove a stake of certainty into Jia's doubting mind. There was no longer any need to question whether the person slumped against the wall was Jiseon.
Realizing it was indeed Kwon Jiseon, Jia felt a brief spark of hope that she now had an ally in this basement. At the same time, a cold dread washed over her at the fact that even Jiseon had been so helplessly abducted by Dohyung.
Kidnapping Jiseon couldn't have been easy... He must have left some trace on a CCTV or a dashcam. Why hasn't the police found me yet?!
Staring at the captured Jiseon, Jia began to fear that Taehyun and Eunji would eventually be dragged down here too.
"Phew... Brought another one back. What a productive day. Nabi, spread your legs."
"Yes?"
Dohyung approached Jia, who was drowning in anxiety over whether she would ever escape this place.
"Don't 'yes' me. We're having sex, so open your pussy already. Weren't you getting it nice and wet for me anyway?"
Dohyung pointed at the dildos scattered around Jia, all slicked with her vaginal fluids.
Jia waved her hands in frantic denial.
"N-No, it's not! That was just..."
"What do you mean, 'no'? You've lubricated yourself beautifully."
Dohyung pulled down his pants and underwear, stroking his cock to a hard erection.
"But... Jiseon is right there..."
Jia reluctantly pointed at the unconscious Jiseon. Even if her former classmate was passed out, having sex right next to her was deeply humiliating.
"Why do you care about a worthless punching bag like her? All you need to do is spread your legs for me. Or... do you want to be punished?"
"Ah! Mmmgh! Haa, ahh!"
The strange sounds echoing nearby slowly dragged Jiseon back to consciousness. A dull, throbbing ache radiated from her abdomen, and her back felt as if it had been slammed hard against something solid.
Ah, fuck... What the hell happened? Why was I knocked out...
"Ugh! Haaah! Master! Master's cock feels so good!! Ah, my pussy... mmgh!"
Jiseon's eyes snapped open as she realized the noises were a woman's ecstatic groans. Her vision cleared to reveal a man thrusting into a woman who was propped against the wall.
The woman was screaming and moaning like a wild animal, completely lost in pleasure.
W-What the hell is this?
Jiseon stared in utter bewilderment at the raw, carnal scene unfolding before her. The two of them seemed completely oblivious to her awakening, utterly absorbed in their own world of lust.
With every thrust of the man's hips, the woman's breasts bounced heavily. Jiseon's eyes caught a glimpse of a butterfly-shaped piercing dangling from the woman's nipple. The sight struck Jiseon as incredibly vulgar.
"Ah, you're awake."
The man turned his head toward Jiseon, a smirk playing on his lips. Grabbing the woman's thighs, he lifted her off the ground without pulling his cock out.
"Kyaaaah! M-Master?! This is too embarrassing... Ahh!"
With his cock buried deep inside her, he turned the woman around so Jiseon had a clear, unobstructed view of his shaft plunging into her wet slit. The woman covered her face with both hands in shame. Yet, looking at her, Jiseon felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"Nabi, take your hands off your face. You should greet your old friend properly."
"Ugh... Yes, M-Master..."
To Jiseon, the woman calling the man "Master" looked completely insane. Who in this day and age called a man "Master" while having sex right in front of an audience? She wondered if the woman was some kind of exhibitionist psychopath.
"W-Wait... Lee Jia?"
As the woman slowly lowered her hands, revealing her face, Jiseon's jaw dropped. It was Lee Jia.
Exposing her shameful state to Jiseon sent a massive jolt of arousal through Jia, causing her walls to clamp down hard on Dohyung's cock. Feeling the tight squeeze, Dohyung let out a low groan and ejaculated deep inside her.
"Mmmgh! Haa... Ahh!"
"Look at you, Nabi. You really are a perverted slave now, squirty-climaxing just from showing off to your friend."
Jia climaxed spectacularly, her juices spraying out. Because she was facing Jiseon, a few stray drops of her squirt splashed onto Jiseon's face.
Despite the warm fluid hitting her skin, Jiseon didn't even think to wipe it off. She was frozen in sheer disbelief. The Lee Jia who had been missing for weeks was right here, calling a man "Master" and getting fucked like a common whore.
"Phew... Alright, you're done. Go back to your spot and wait in Position One."
Having finished, Dohyung pulled his cock out of Jia's pussy. A mixture of semen and juices dripped onto the floor.
Though her limbs were trembling from the intense climax, the fear of punishment drove Jia to stagger back to her spot and quickly assume Position One, prostrating herself on the floor.
"Whew... There. Are you fully awake now?"
"Kim Dohyung... You... You're the one who kidnapped Jia?!"
Finally snapping out of her daze, Jiseon leaped to her feet and threw a sharp side kick straight at Dohyung's head.
Naturally, her foot sliced through empty air, failing to even graze him. Dohyung countered instantly, burying his fist deep into Jiseon's abdomen.
"Guh! Cough, cough!"
Jiseon collapsed to her knees, coughing violently from the devastating blow to her stomach.
"You came at me with such spirit, only to crumble after a single hit?"
"Cough, cough! You... son of a bitch!"
"I'll answer your question. Yes, I kidnapped Lee Jia. I've given her a new name, Nabi. She's currently paying for her past sins down here, and you'll be starting your payment today."
Dohyung pointed at Jia, who was trembling on the floor with her forehead pressed against the cold ground.
Jiseon's face contorted in shock as she stared at Jia.
She couldn't believe that Jia—who had always looked down on men as annoying, inferior creatures—was submissively holding such an uncomfortable posture on Dohyung's command. She couldn't even begin to fathom what kind of torture Dohyung had inflicted to break her like this.
Even the nipple piercing she had glimpsed earlier was mind-boggling. In Jiseon's memory, Jia was someone who refused to even pierce her ears because she hated pain, even when all the other girls were doing it. For someone like her to have a piercing on her nipple, of all places, was utterly unthinkable.
A hot wave of rage toward Dohyung for ruining Jia like this surged within Jiseon.
"Hey, who do you think you're glaring at?"
Reading the anger in Jiseon's eyes, Dohyung scoffed. He had merely returned a fraction of the horrific things they had done to him back to Jia—in fact, he had been quite merciful. He couldn't understand why this bitch was looking at him with such self-righteous fury.
"You motherf—"
"Shut up!"
Crash!
"Aaargh!"
Dohyung kicked the kneeling Jiseon, sending her flying back into the wall.
Reeling from the impact, Jiseon tried to lift her head and push herself up, only to see Dohyung's foot hurtling toward her face.
Thud!
"Gah!"
The kick nearly knocked her unconscious. Fuck... why does it hurt this much? And how is he so fast that I can't even react?
"Now, you remember the punching bag game we played earlier, right? Since you're the punching bag, let's do it again."
"You... piece of shit..."
Jiseon staggered to her feet, her body screaming in pain. The lingering shock of the blow to her stomach and the collision with the wall showed no signs of fading.
"Here I come!"
Dohyung spun on his heel, launching a high roundhouse kick aimed directly at Jiseon's head. Anticipating the trajectory, Jiseon raised both arms to block.
"Wh-What..."
But like magic, Dohyung's foot dipped mid-air, driving straight into her liver. The liver blow was notoriously devastating, and Jiseon collapsed inward, the sheer agony stealing the breath right out of her lungs before she could even scream.
As she began to slump, Dohyung snapped his leg back and raised it high, bringing his heel down in an axe kick.
Even through the blinding pain, Jiseon tried to cross her arms to protect her head, but Dohyung's heel bypassed her guard entirely, stomping brutally onto the bridge of her foot.
"Aaargh..."
Targeted in places she never expected, Jiseon was utterly defenseless. Worse, every single strike inflicted an excruciating amount of pain. It felt as though he was deliberately picking spots that would cause maximum agony while leaving minimal visible damage.
And that was exactly Dohyung's intention. He was unleashing years of research on human anatomy—specifically, how to inflict the most agonizing pain possible—directly onto Jiseon. Maximum suffering, minimum physical evidence.
Even if he did accidentally inflict a fatal wound, Jiseon wouldn't be allowed to die. He could simply heal her on the spot. Of course, Dohyung was holding back just enough to ensure it wouldn't come to that.
"P-Please... stop..."
Slumped on the floor, unable to even lift her head under the relentless barrage, Jiseon whimpered.
"Stop? Don't be ridiculous. Stand back up like a good little punching bag!"
"Ugh!"
Dohyung's kick sent Jiseon flying through the air before she crashed hard onto the concrete floor.
"Uuugh..."
"Ha! I thought you loved playing the punching bag game. You used to enjoy it so much. I'm doing this for your sake, helping you walk down memory lane, so why aren't you getting... up?!"
Dohyung roared, his voice laced with venom as he stomped on Jiseon's stomach once more.
"Get up! Get the fuck up, you crazy bitch!!"
He kicked her repeatedly as she writhed on the floor, unable to stand. The basement echoed with the sickening thuds of flesh meeting boot and her ragged screams.
Listening to the brutal assault, Jia trembled in absolute terror, her face pressed against the floor. The sound of flesh tearing and Jiseon's desperate shrieks filled her with a primal dread. She had no idea when Dohyung's wrath might turn back to her.
She desperately wanted to look up and see what was happening, but she knew that if she caught the eye of the raging Dohyung, she would be next. She forced herself to remain perfectly still in Position One, not daring to lift her head even an inch.
After enduring dozens of kicks, Jiseon weakly reached out, her trembling hands barely managing to grasp Dohyung's ankle.
"P-Please... I'm going to die... Stop... please..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, completely drained of strength. Seeing the girl who used to use him as a human punching bag now begging for her life on her knees brought a deep, satisfying peace to Dohyung's heart.
"Stop? Fine. I'll give you a quiz. If you get it right, we'll call it a day. The punching bag game ends here."
At the promise of mercy, Jiseon snapped her head up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"R-Really?"
"Of course. Unlike you pieces of shit, I actually keep my promises. Now, here's the question: Back when we used to play the punching bag game, and I begged you to stop because I felt like I was going to die... what did you say to me?"
"Th-That..."
Jiseon desperately dug through her memories. But the moment she recalled the answer, she froze, unable to bring herself to say it. She was terrified that if she spoke the words, Dohyung would act them out on her.
The answer was: 'Then I'll just beat you to the brink of death.' Back then, she had said those exact words before mercilessly thrashing the weeping, begging Dohyung over and over again.
"Well? Out with it."
Seeing Dohyung smile warmly after his terrifying rage, Jiseon took a desperate gamble and whispered the answer.
"Y-You said... 'Then I'll just beat you to the brink of death'..."
The moment the words left her mouth, Dohyung's boot slammed directly into her face.
"Aaargh!"
"So you do remember. As long as I don't actually kill you, it's fine."
Jiseon rolled on the floor, clutching her shattered, bleeding nose.
"Aaargh... Y-You said you'd stop..."
"I did. And the punching bag game is officially over."
"Ugh... Then why..."
Jiseon thought he had broken his promise. But contrary to her assumptions, Dohyung had kept his word perfectly.
"Just as promised, the punching bag game is over. Instead, we're going to play your second favorite game: the New Technique Lab."
A chilling memory flashed through Jiseon's mind—the times she had used Dohyung as a live dummy to test out her new Taekwondo techniques.
"Don't worry. It's getting late, so we'll only play for a little bit longer."
Watching Dohyung approach her with a sadistic grin, Jiseon felt a cold, paralyzing dread. For the first time in her life, she was learning what it truly meant to fear violence.