The Butterfly Embracing Hope
While Jiseon and Taehyun talked in the basement, Jia crawled on all fours down the house hallway, pulled along by Dohyung’s hand. Having left the house for walks with him several times and having sex in other rooms, she believed she had memorized the layout.
If I turn left here and reach the end of the hallway, that room should appear.
Just as Jia predicted, Dohyung turned left. He walked slowly toward the room at the end of the corridor, tugging her collar. This was the same room where he had brought Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji for sex during his bet with Taehyun last time. Dohyung opened the door and stepped inside.
“All right. Crawl straight ahead and you’ll find something like a bed. Lie down on it and wait. Do not remove the blindfold until I say you may.”
“Yes, Master…”
Jia answered in a feeble voice, already imagining the piercing that would soon go through her left nipple.
She crawled forward on all fours until her hand touched a hard surface. After feeling around to judge the height, she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Seeing her there, Dohyung tied both her arms and legs to the bedframe with ropes, rendering her completely immobile.
“Ugh… no…”
Tears soaked the blindfold as Jia unconsciously spoke her thoughts aloud.
“Butterfly? Mutter once more that you don’t want a piercing and I’ll put one down below as well. So be quiet.”
“Ugh… yes, Master…”
Jia sniffled at his words and fought desperately to hold back her sobs. The tears, however, refused to stop. Fear of the piercing made her body tremble, and her lewdly voluptuous breasts quivered in time with the shaking.
“Looking at them again, your breasts really have grown, haven’t they?” Dohyung muttered, squeezing one in his hand.
For more than a month since her kidnapping, Jia had spent nearly every waking moment either masturbating or having sex. The only objects available in the basement were the laptop and dildo Dohyung had provided. On the days he stayed away, she had tried everything to pass the time, but with nothing else to do she eventually turned to pleasuring herself. The number of times she had been fucked after her abduction far exceeded the total from her entire twenty-seven years outside.
Perhaps that was why. Though she ate only the cereal he gave her and never touched her favorite snacks, she had lost weight everywhere except her chest, which had swollen from its original size all the way to an E-cup. Her hips had also grown plump and pleasant to grip. As a result, Dohyung had come to regard Jia as an excellent living onahole.
She had learned exactly how to please him. She could now clench her own pussy and beg to be filled with his cum. Any man would have stared with his mouth open at the sight of her naked body lying on the bed, yet to Dohyung it meant nothing. This was simply punishment time. In his mind he had drawn a firm line: he was not using her for his own pleasure.
The term “sex affection” usually described lovers growing fond of each other through intimacy. That concept had no place in Dohyung’s heart. He had coupled with Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji many times, but never once had love or affection stirred inside him. These women were targets of revenge he wanted to kill. Any thought of forgiveness or mercy was impossible. Instead, their screams, their writhing agony, had become the greatest joy of his life.
That was why he intended to give Jia a new piercing now.
He held the butterfly-shaped piercing for her left nipple and, just as before, focused magic power in his fingertip to create a razor-sharp needle. Grabbing her breast, he pulled it upward so the nipple stood out, then drove the needle through with a quick motion.
“Aaaagh…!”
The pain of having a hole pierced in her flesh—something she never wanted to experience again—robbed Jia of any proper scream. Dohyung skillfully poured more magic into the needle, thickening it to widen the fresh hole.
“Uaaaagh… it hurts, it hurts, Master…”
“Endure it, Butterfly. Stop making so much noise.”
When he slid the ring of the new piercing into the widened hole, the scraping sensation against raw flesh made Jia want to shriek, but she clenched her teeth and bore it. Dohyung had just ordered her not to cry. Her behavior was markedly different from the first piercing. Back then she had sobbed uncontrollably despite his command. Now, though tears still fell, she did not weep aloud. It was clear proof that the slave mentality—absolute obedience to Master’s orders—had been branded deep into her body.
After casting a light healing spell to prevent infection, Dohyung tugged the new piercing in various directions, checking its placement.
“Good. It’s finished.”
At the word “finished,” Jia endured the throbbing pain in her nipple and smiled inwardly with relief.
It’s finally over… one punishment is done.
Compared to the agony of having K.D.H. burned into her buttock with a branding iron, a simple piercing now felt bearable. Besides, the pain would last only this moment.
I’m still much better off than Kkami or Amta.
When she was alone the punishments felt unbearable, yet watching what Dohyung did to Jiseon or Taehyun afterward made her realize her own torments were somehow endurable. If he had beaten her the way he beat Jiseon, or if she had been captured later and forced to torment the earlier captives like Taehyun had, she might have lost her mind forever or become a broken doll that no longer moved.
Having finished the piercing, Dohyung untied every rope that bound her limbs. The moment Jia felt the restraints fall away she scrambled off the bed, pressed her forehead to the floor, and cried out loudly.
“Thank you for granting me a beautiful butterfly mark as proof of my slavery, Master!”
Still blindfolded, she faced slightly away from him, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was showing the proper slave’s immediate gratitude for anything Master gave her.
“Yes, yes. Seeing the pretty butterfly makes me happy too.”
Dohyung stroked the head of the prostrated girl.
“Now, Butterfly, remove the blindfold and sit properly.”
“Yes, Master.”
Jia rose, took off the blindfold, placed it neatly beside her, and knelt in place.
“Since it’s just the two of us, I’ll speak plainly. As you know, only one person remains to be brought here, correct?”
“Yes, Master. Once Han Eunji arrives… everyone will be gathered.”
Jia’s voice trembled with fear; she could not predict what Dohyung would do next.
“Exactly. Once that bitch Eunji is here, it will be a complete reunion. But tell me… don’t you feel it’s unfair?”
“Pardon? What do you mean…?”
“When I first kidnapped you, you said you hadn’t bullied me enough to deserve this. Do you still believe that?”
Jia was thrown into confusion by the sudden question. Since her capture, Dohyung had never asked what she thought. He had only forced his own beliefs into her mind like brainwashing. Now that he suddenly wanted her opinion, her head spun in chaos.
What should I answer? Should I say I still feel that way? Or should I say I want to serve Master for the rest of my life to atone?
Though she outwardly obeyed his every word, Jia’s true heart still longed to escape. She had simply lost nearly all hope because no possibility seemed to exist. Yet if she spoke that thought aloud, how would he react? He might beat her for daring to speak of escape before her atonement was complete, or give her an even harsher punishment. If she claimed she wanted to stay forever, would that be safe? Imagining him accusing her of lying and tormenting her further only tangled her thoughts more.
“W-well…”
“You can’t even answer when I tell you to speak. Was the question too difficult?”
Dohyung laughed at the sight of her stuttering.
“In truth, you want to escape, don’t you? You want to go home. I know everything. Am I right?”
“N-no!!”
Though her heart was indeed filled with longing to return home, her reflexive denial sprang from fear of what he might do if she agreed, shaped by every terrible experience so far.
“No? Heh. I have something to tell you. As I said earlier, I will capture Eunji and bring her here too. Then all four of you will hold your little reunion. However…”
Jia swallowed hard and lowered her head at the way his words trailed off. She could not meet his eyes.
“Thinking about it now, the ones who truly tormented me were the other three, weren’t they? You were often absent preparing to become a celebrity.”
“Th-that’s…”
“So, if you behave well after Eunji arrives, I will release you from here.”
Jia’s head snapped up in shock.
“R-release me?”
“Yes. Have I ever lied to you since bringing you here?”
“N-no… you haven’t…”
Watching her answer in a tense, faltering voice, Dohyung smiled brightly.
“Therefore, what I just said is one hundred percent sincere. You certainly caused me pain, but you arrived first and have atoned quite a lot, haven’t you?”
“Y-yes! I worked extremely hard to atone for what I did to you, Master!”
“Good. Seeing your sincere efforts has changed my mind a little. The other three tormented me far more than you did.”
Jia could not tell whether this was real or some cruel joke. Yet the mere words “I will release you” shone like a single ray of light piercing the darkness inside her heart—a bright spark of hope.
“Yes! Since coming here I have truly realized so much! What wrongs I committed against Master, how much you must have suffered! I really tried my best to atone!”
Convinced she had to seize this chance, Jia shouted desperately. It was, of course, a lie. Since her kidnapping she had merely adapted to his violence because resistance was impossible; she had never felt genuine remorse.
“Good. Then from now on you must do exactly as I say.”
“What must I do?”
Dohyung explained in detail what she would need to do. Jia listened with total concentration, repeating every point inside her mind so she would never forget. She did not care if the other three remained trapped. Having convinced herself that she had already suffered far more than their crimes deserved, she believed this was fair. In her excitement at the prospect of freedom, however, she overlooked one crucial fact: how much agony her own lies had caused Dohyung from the very beginning. The bullying had started because of her falsehoods, and the escalation into greater cruelty had also stemmed from them.
Watching Jia cling to this new hope of escape, Dohyung laughed coldly inside.
Escape? You will never leave this place, Butterfly. Not until you die. Never.