The Cosmetics Guessing Game
A day had passed since Dohyung declared that they would play a game every day. When morning came, Dohyung descended into the basement, fed everyone breakfast, and announced that the game would begin.
"Now, what will the long-awaited first game be? Aren't you all just dying of anticipation?"
Sitting in his chair, Dohyung beamed with a broad, cheerful smile as he looked at the three of them. In stark contrast to his bright expression, Zia, Jiseon, and Eunji were consumed by tension. Just as Dohyung had intended, they were caught in a torturous limbo of anxious anticipation and dread over what would be written on today's slip of paper.
I just need to draw the Return Home Lot... Just that... But what if the nail-pulling game from yesterday comes up again...
No matter what comes out... I am absolutely not taking the punishment. If anyone has to suffer, it's going to be you two.
I want to go home so badly...
Eunji wrapped her arms around her body, which had been thoroughly abused by Zia and Jiseon all day yesterday. The spots where Jiseon had beaten her for "not doing it right" still throbbed with a dull ache. She loathed this reality where the two women she had always looked down on were now looking down on her, trampling her underfoot.
That bitch Zia, acting like she's hot shit just because she got here first, fuck... And that crazy bitch Jiseon put her entire weight into those hits, didn't she? Outside of this place, they're absolutely nothing... Just wait until I get out of here...
While harboring deep resentment toward Zia and Jiseon, Eunji glared at the mastermind who had dragged her here in the first place: Dohyung. Yet, the human heart is a fickle, treacherous thing. Perhaps it was because Dohyung's body had introduced her to a level of ecstasy she had never known before, but every time she looked at him, her mind kept drifting back to his cock. Fearing her pussy would grow wet at the mere thought, she vigorously shook her head, desperate to banish the images.
Even Eunji didn't understand why these thoughts kept plaguing her. Though her sex life with Taehyun after marriage had been deeply unsatisfying, she had always wanted one thing: a baby of her own. What she hadn't consciously realized was that, during her brief encounters with Dohyung in the outside world, she had subconsciously wished to bear his child. While it was difficult to harbor such feelings now for the man tormenting her, her body still remembered the lingering traces of those past desires. Shaking herself out of it, Eunji resolved to focus entirely on the upcoming game.
"Let's see... We'll go in order: Nabi, Kkami, then Haeby. Today, Nabi will draw the lot."
"Yes, Master!"
At Dohyung's command, Zia walked slowly toward the Game Box kept in the basement and unlocked the lid with her key. After casting a brief glance at Dohyung, she reached inside and pulled out one of the slips of paper.
"Good. Now lock the box, set it back on the floor, and read out what's written on the paper."
Following Dohyung's instructions, Zia closed the lid of the Game Box, locked it, and set it back down. Then, she slowly unfolded the slip of paper she had drawn.
Please let it be Return Home! Please let it be Return Home! Please let it be Return Home! Please, please, please!
As Zia unfolded the paper, she desperately prayed in her heart that it would be the Return Home Lot. Of course, Jiseon and Eunji, who were watching her intently, were wishing for the exact same thing. Only Dohyung, who knew the cruel truth, read their desperate expressions and sneered inwardly.
"Ah..."
Zia felt a pang of disappointment when she saw that the words "Return Home" were not written on her slip. However, her disappointment was quickly replaced by a wave of relief.
Thank goodness. At least it's not Number 25 from yesterday.
While she had desperately hoped for the Return Home Lot, she considered it a blessing that she hadn't drawn Number 25, the nail-pulling game.
"Master, the number I drew is... Number 6."
"Oh, Number 6... Let's see what we have here, shall we?"
Dohyung walked over to the large sheet of paper taped to the wall and peeled off the white tape covering the slot next to Number 6.
"Hmm...? Well, this is an interesting one."
At the sound of Dohyung's voice, the three women tensed, unable to guess what lay beneath. Dohyung stepped aside, revealing the text next to Zia's drawn Number 6.
"A... quiz?"
"Is it... guessing types of cosmetics?"
Next to the number 6, the words Quiz: Guessing Cosmetics were written. Compared to yesterday's horrific nail-pulling game, this was remarkably tame, allowing the three of them to breathe a temporary sigh of relief.
[LOTTERY BOARD - NUMBER 6]
Quiz: Guessing Cosmetics
"You drew a pretty mild one. Just as it says, it's a simple quiz where you have to guess different types of cosmetics. Now, let me explain the rules."
"Yes, Master!"
The three women focused all their attention on Dohyung's words, desperate to commit the rules of this crucial game to memory.
"This is an individual match. There are ten types of cosmetics in total. The person who gets the most correct answers is exempt, and the other two will receive punishments. Incredibly simple, right?"
"Y-yes, it is..."
Zia and Jiseon were slightly taken aback; based on Dohyung's explanation, the game sounded far easier than they had anticipated. However, Jiseon was deeply anxious about this particular quiz.
Fuck... I never really cared about dolling myself up, so I barely know anything about makeup... I'm so screwed...
Compared to Zia, a former celebrity, and Eunji, who loved dolling herself up, Jiseon usually only applied basic toner and lotion. She knew she was at a massive disadvantage. Conversely, Zia and Eunji were highly confident in their knowledge of cosmetics and silently vowed to win at all costs.
"Nabi and Kkami probably have a rough idea of what my punishments are like, but our newest addition, Haeby, doesn't really know, does she?"
"Ah, yes. Master!"
"So, this time, I'll let you know what the punishments are in advance."
Smiling, Dohyung pointed his finger at Zia first.
"If Nabi gets punished in this game... how about we give her a pretty butterfly piercing right on her clit?"
"A-a piercing?"
Zia instinctively covered her crotch, her eyes widening in shock. She already had piercings through both of her nipples, but she had never imagined he would go for her clitoris. While she had a feeling Dohyung would force another piercing onto her body eventually, she had never dreamed it would be there.
"And next is Kkami. If you get punished... I'll shove my entire fist up your asshole."
"Ugh..."
Dohyung raised his fist, gesturing how he would thrust it inside her if she lost. Jiseon shuddered, instantly recalling the level-10 dildo that had been shoved inside her during the anal wheelbarrow race with Taehyun. The pain of her anus tearing back then had been excruciating; the thought of Dohyung's massive fist invading her rear was utterly terrifying.
Hearing the punishments laid out for Zia and Jiseon, Eunji was paralyzed with shock. She had assumed a "punishment" would be something like getting whipped on the calves, soles, or buttocks. The sheer extremity of what Dohyung was proposing far exceeded her wildest, most horrific imaginations.
"And finally, Haeby."
"Hieek! Yes! Master!"
At the sound of Dohyung calling her name, Eunji snapped to attention and cried out.
"The punishment for you is... Ah, before I tell you, do you happen to know why I named you Haeby?"
"Pardon? That's... I'm sorry, I don't know..."
Eunji racked her brain for a moment, but she had no idea where the name Haeby originated from.
"You see, whenever I look at you, the image that comes to mind is a snake. A serpent that leads people to ruin."
"A s-snake...?"
"Yeah. At first, I thought about just naming you 'Snake' in Korean, but that felt a bit too plain. 'Snake' in English was too long. Then I found out that the Japanese word for snake is hebi. It has a similar ring to the dog name 'Happy,' so I thought it was a perfect fit."
"Ah, t-thank you..."
Eunji offered a hollow, insincere thank-you, her mind swirling with confusion. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly bringing this up in the middle of discussing her punishment.
"So, Haeby. What's the first image that comes to your mind when you think of a snake?"
"That would be... slithering on the ground without hands or feet... Ah!"
As Eunji pictured a snake, a sudden, horrifying realization struck her. The reason he named her Haeby, and the punishment he was about to announce—connecting the two, she gasped as she realized his intention might be to literally turn her into a snake.
"Oh, please. I'm not going to chop off your limbs as a punishment. If I cut off your hands and feet now, you might die of shock too quickly, right? We can't have that. Is there nothing else that comes to mind?"
"If it's not about having no limbs..."
Eunji desperately searched her mind for other serpentine traits until she pictured a snake flicking its tongue. A forked tongue, split down the middle. In that instant, a violent shiver ran down her spine.
Seeing her pale with terror, Dohyung grinned widely and spoke before she could say a word.
"Looking at your face, it seems you hit the nail on the head. If you get punished... I'm going to split your tongue right down the middle. So you can flick it in two directions, just like a snake."
"N-no..."
Eunji clamped a hand over her mouth, trembling in sheer horror. She had no idea how he would split her tongue, but she knew the pain would be unimaginable. Of course, Dohyung couldn't care less about her terror.
"Now, wait here for a moment. I'll go grab the cosmetics we'll be using for the game."
Ordering the three of them to stay in the basement, Dohyung stepped out. Even after he left, none of them spoke a word to one another. Not only were they now direct competitors, but the vivid, agonizing images of the punishments they faced left them with absolutely no room to worry about anyone else.
A short while later, Dohyung returned to the basement carrying an assortment of cosmetics. They were all high-end luxury brand products.
"You girls have no idea how much research I had to do just to track all of these down."
Dohyung chuckled in amusement as he displayed the cosmetics to the three women. Confused by his laughter, they could only tilt their heads, unable to grasp the meaning behind it.
"Now... shall we begin the quiz show? First, come forward and take a good look at these cosmetics. You need to know what they are to guess them, after all."
Following his command, the three women stepped closer to inspect the items. They were indeed ordinary cosmetics they were familiar with, and none of the brand logos were covered.
What kind of quiz is he planning to do with these?
Usually, wouldn't you cover the names and have us guess them by looking at them?
For now, I need to memorize everything here as fast as possible.
In the brief window Dohyung allowed, the three women frantically studied the cosmetics, committing every detail to memory.
"That's enough. Step back. The quiz is about to begin."
"Yes, Master!"
"Okay! Now that everything is ready, let's get this quiz show started!!"
Dohyung shouted and laughed with the sheer glee of a game show host. In contrast, Zia, Jiseon, and Eunji couldn't muster even a sliver of amusement.
"M-Master... what is the meaning of this..."
For they were now bound to chairs, blindfolded, with their legs pried wide apart to fully expose both their pussies and assholes. Stripped of their sight and restricted in their movements, a suffocating dread began to close in on them.
Completely indifferent to their terror, Dohyung proceeded with his game show.
"Now, for the first question. What brand is this?"
The moment they heard his words, Jiseon and Eunji were utterly baffled. He had blinded them so they couldn't see which cosmetic he had chosen, and bound them so they couldn't move a muscle—yet he was suddenly demanding they guess the product. The absurdity of the situation made no sense.
"Ugh! Ahhh!"
Suddenly, Zia let out a sharp, choked moan, startling Jiseon and Eunji. But a split second later, they understood exactly why she had cried out.
"Ngh! Mmmph...!"
"Ah, ah... This is...!!"
Jiseon felt something foreign invading her anus, while Eunji felt the same object sliding deep into her pussy. At first, they thought it was a dildo, but the texture was entirely different. It felt hard, slightly cool to the touch, with distinct ridges and contours along its surface. They realized Zia's sudden moan had been triggered by this exact same object violating her body.
"M-Master... what on earth is this..."
Zia, who had been penetrated first, choked back her moans to ask.
"Hmm? I told you. It's a quiz show."
Though their eyes were shrouded by the blindfolds, they could practically feel Dohyung's sadistic grin burning into them through his voice alone.
"All you have to do is guess the cosmetic. Specifically, which product is currently stuffed inside your holes. Incredibly simple, right?"
Goosebumps erupted across their flesh at his words. The objects currently stretched inside their intimate passages were cosmetics. It was almost impossible to believe.
"That's why I told you to study them carefully earlier. To memorize the shapes of each brand. It was actually pretty tough tracking down ten items that looked similar but had distinct features, you know? Puhahaha!"
With those final words from Dohyung, the battle to guess the cosmetics stuffed inside their raw, sensitive orifices officially began.