Branding the K.D.H Initials
Jia and Jiseon couldn't even bring themselves to care about Dohyung's laughter mocking them. The sheer shock of the fact that they had tied, and therefore both had to be punished, completely consumed them.
"M-Master?"
"We both got the exact same?"
Considering how desperately they had struggled to win, this was impossible to accept. It felt as though Dohyung was playing a cruel joke just to mock them.
"Hahaha! I'm telling you, it's true! Honestly, even I didn't expect this outcome!" The only reason Dohyung had even included a tiebreaker rule was in case neither of them managed to climax even once. Unless they had meticulously planned it beforehand, reaching the exact same number of orgasms was practically impossible.
It wasn't even rigged, despite what the two girls might have suspected. Because Dohyung hadn't anticipated this either, all three of them were left in utter disbelief.
"T-That can't be! There's no way!"
"Y-Yeah! I even begged you to pump me with your real cock..." At Jiseon's confession, Jia whipped her head around in shock.
"Right, and Butterfly did the exact same. Since you both begged me to breed you, I obliged." Dohyung had used his cloning magic to penetrate them simultaneously, but he hadn't kept up a relentless, infinite pounding. Whenever Jia or Jiseon neared a climax, he would temporarily withdraw his cock, let them rest briefly, and then resume. If he had kept thrusting without pause, they would have found it suspicious.
After all, if they ever talked to each other, they would realize that Dohyung, possessing only one body, couldn't possibly be thrusting inside both of them at the exact same time. Thus, by taking those brief pauses, he had planted the illusion that he was alternating between them during those intervals.
"Watching you two wail and beg for my cock was quite the spectacle~" Dohyung chuckled, picking up the iron skewer he had prepared beforehand.
"Now, does anyone want to go first? I'll at least give you the choice of who gets it first." Despite his offer, neither Jia nor Jiseon could bring themselves to step forward. They couldn't even begin to fathom the agonizing pain of that iron skewer, heated to a glowing red, searing their flesh to leave his initials.
They say it's better to get a beating over with quickly, but when you have no idea just how agonizing the blow will be, hesitation is only natural. A heavy silence stretched for several seconds. Neither Jia nor Jiseon uttered a word.
"No volunteers? Then I guess I'll have to choose." As Dohyung slowly stepped toward them, Jia and Jiseon flinched in terror, rubbing their hands together in desperate supplication.
"P-Please, we were wrong, Master! Just once! Please forgive us just this once!!"
"I'll do better during sex! I'll do anything! So please, not that, I beg of you!!" Watching them grovel, Dohyung smiled. Brightly.
"I'd love to, but we made a promise. Unlike you girls, I believe in keeping my word. That's what rules are for. So... there will be no mercy."
The moment those words left his mouth, Jia felt her heart sink into utter despair. Her past experiences had taught her all too well that no matter what she said, his decision was absolute and unchangeable. Jiseon felt the exact same helplessness. She wanted to leap at him, to fight back, but she had already learned the hard way that she stood absolutely no chance against him. Resisting would only invite worse torment. She had no choice but to submit.
"Now, let the punishment begin." Dohyung brought over the chair he frequently used for their torment, adjusting a few levers to alter its shape. Then, he fetched another identical one from the storage room.
"Get on one of these and lie face down." Following his command, the two girls bent their upper bodies over the modified chairs. Dohyung stepped up and tightly bound their arms, legs, and torsos to the frames.
Forced into a posture with their hips thrust high into the air, they were left completely immobilized, waiting for the horrific ordeal to come. To make matters worse, their heads were secured so they couldn't even turn around to see when the strike would land, amplifying their terror to an agonizing degree.
"I'll go get this ready. Wait just a moment." Dohyung stepped out briefly to heat the iron skewer. He intended to use magic to heat it.
Once Dohyung left, a heavy silence descended upon the Basement. Bound and bent over, the two girls could only stare blankly into space. Soon, tears began to pool in Jia's eyes and spill over.
"H-Heeg... *sob*! Why... why do I have to go through this... I hate this... *hic*!" Seeing Jia weep, Jiseon felt her own tears begin to fall.
"Fuck... what the hell is this... My ass got taken, I had to sign that fucking contract with my own blood... and now this... Fuck... *sob*!" Ounces of resentment brewed between them. If only you had climaxed one less time, I wouldn't be getting punished right now. But they both knew pointing fingers was utterly pointless.
Without knowing each other's count, for their numbers to align so miraculously was practically impossible unless it was rigged. They wanted to believe Dohyung had lied about the tie just to have an excuse to inflict this punishment on them.
In the midst of their despair, Dohyung stepped back into the Basement. The sudden wave of radiating heat made Jia and Jiseon realize, with visceral dread, exactly what was about to happen to them.
"Kept you waiting, didn't I? By the way, I expected you two to be clawing at each other's throats, but I guess not. You two have gotten so~ close." Dohyung teased as he walked up behind them. That was when the glowing, cherry-red iron skewer caught the corners of Jia and Jiseon's eyes.
"Hieek!"
"Alright, let's start with Butterfly first. Steel yourself, Butterfly." Hearing that she was first, Jia began to shudder violently.
"N-No... Stop, please!!!!!" Regardless of her desperate screams, Dohyung raised the iron skewer... and pressed it directly against the soft flesh of Jia's buttock. *Sssssssss!*
"Aaaagh! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Simultaneously, a blood-curdling shriek of pure agony echoed throughout the entire Basement. The sensation of white-hot metal melting and searing her flesh was a shock of pain unlike anything Jia had ever known. No, "pain" was an understatement. It was a mind-shattering torment.
In reality, the duration Dohyung held the heated iron against Jia's flesh was brief—only about three seconds. But the extreme temperature was merciless, and Jia's mind ultimately shut down, plunging her into unconsciousness. The sheer physical and psychological toll had overwhelmed her all at once.
"Ah, I wanted to take a picture to show you how it turned out, but you passed out. Oh well, I'll show you next time. Next up~ our Kkami's turn!" Dohyung stepped behind Jiseon.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Jiseon muttered under her breath, cursing her reality.
"Don't be like that, Kkami. You should have won the match." With those final words, Dohyung pressed the glowing iron skewer against Jiseon's buttock. "Ugh! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Jiseon, too, found it utterly impossible to endure the agony of her flesh burning without screaming. No human could ever be accustomed to such torture. Eventually, just like Jia, Jiseon lost consciousness, her body going completely limp.
Seeing that both of them had fainted, Dohyung used a bit of healing magic on their melted, blood-slicked buttocks. Leaving them raw would risk bacterial infection, and he couldn't allow them to get sick from something so trivial. He believed that any pain his four targets of revenge experienced must stem solely and directly from him.
After releasing the unconscious girls from their restraints, he moved them back to their usual spots and refastened their collars. "Ugh... mm..." After some time, both of them began to stir, their limbs twitching slightly as consciousness slowly returned.
"Are you awake?"
"Uh... ah? Ah!!" Startled, the girls gasped as they saw Dohyung sitting relaxed in his chair, watching them. Instinctively, they reached back to touch their buttocks.
Touching the area where the agonizing heat had struck, they felt a patch of unnaturally raised, scarred skin. K. D. H. The letters of Dohyung's initials were clearly legible to the touch. Realizing that such a permanent mark had been branded onto her body, Jia let out a fresh sob, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jiseon didn't cry, but she stared blankly, refusing to believe this was her reality.
"Now, you both have my name branded on you, marking you as my slaves. But don't worry." Jia and Jiseon couldn't comprehend his words. "This isn't the only way to leave my mark on you." Dohyung smiled warmly. To Jia and Jiseon, his words were a chilling nightmare. They had desperately hoped the branding would be the end of it, but they had no idea what else he had in store.
"And there's one more thing. That match you just had? We're going to keep doing it. The rules and the punishments will change, of course."
"What? We have to do it again?"
"Of course. Why would I only do something this fun once? We're going to do it over and over again."
Hearing that this nightmare would become a recurring event, neither of them could say a word. They could only shiver in sheer terror. "But don't worry. We won't do it every day. Maybe once a week?"
Dohyung knew that if he pushed them this hard mentally too often, they would break completely. Even so, once a week was a horrifying prospect for them. "So, that's it for today. The rest of the day is your free time. I've left lunch in the bowls over there, so eat up."
Dohyung stood up from his chair and spoke to them. He turned his back to leave, but paused at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. "Oh, by the way, you might be meeting a new friend soon. Look forward to it." With a smirk, Dohyung stepped out of the Basement.