What the Hell Are You Doing?
Having been kidnapped by Dohyung and held captive in the basement for several months, a single emotion had gradually begun to take root in Lee Jia's heart. It was loneliness. The normal emotions born from human-to-human interaction could not exist here. After all, her relationship with Dohyung was not a proper human relationship; it was strictly master and slave.
Furthermore, any foolish move would result in painful punishment from Dohyung. She wanted to get along with Jiseon, Taehyun, and Eunji, who had been brought down after her, but the environment made that impossible. The other three desperately wanted to escape this place immediately. Jia could understand that feeling. They were undoubtedly experiencing the exact same emotions she had felt when she first arrived.
That was why she had wished even more that they could get along, but the three of them had struggled desperately to escape. Because Jia knew such efforts were utterly futile, she had hoped they wouldn't do anything so foolish. The only thing waiting for them was Dohyung's brutal retribution, and Jia remembered all too well what had happened to her when she tried to escape.
She had hoped that they, as fellow captives, could at least get along while waiting for the police to eventually find them, but she soon realized that was an impossibility. When Jiseon was first kidnapped and brought down, Jia had briefly tried to be friendly, but Jiseon was consumed by thoughts of escape and completely ignored her advice.
Consequently, after being punished by Dohyung for Jiseon's actions, Jia changed her mindset. She decided that anyone who came in below her had to be made to obey. She realized that playing nice brought her absolutely no benefit. Thus, she subjected Jiseon to electric shocks, forced Taehyun to drink her urine, and beat Eunji into submission with her fists and feet to make them listen.
The problem was that the more she did this, the lonelier her heart became. There was no one who understood her. Ultimately, Jia's heart turned toward the only person left: Dohyung. She had no choice but to lean her lonely heart on the very man who had kidnapped her, subjected her to violence and forced sex, and even pierced her body. If she didn't, she felt she would truly go insane.
Her desire to please Dohyung, the absolute authority in her current world, grew stronger by the day. Besides, wasn't there a saying about affection growing through physical intimacy? Having sex with Dohyung at least once a day and experiencing intense orgasms, Jia was unconsciously developing feelings of affection for him. Although she didn't fully realize it, this underlying psychological dependency was the reason she was far more submissive and obedient to Dohyung than the others.
Yet, Dohyung had never kissed her, not even once, during their sexual encounters. Because he treated her purely as a tool to satisfy his lust, Jia, starving for human affection, had unconsciously tried to kiss his lips today. It was an impulsive, subconscious act; she hadn't been sure if he would accept it, but her body had simply moved on its own. However, Dohyung's reaction was entirely unexpected.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Usually, Dohyung showed only two types of reactions when dealing with his captives. The first was his frequent, smiling expression. He would wear this high-spirited, amused grin when everyone—including Jia—was writhing in pain, or when he was explaining the rules of his twisted games.
The second was when his smile would instantly vanish, replaced by a cold, stony glare. This expression usually appeared when the four of them did something wrong or tried to rebel, and it was always followed by an agonizing punishment. Sometimes he did it just to keep them on edge, but it was his go-to look whenever they touched a nerve. Today, however, was the first time since her kidnapping that Jia saw Dohyung's face filled with pure, unadulterated rage.
"A piece of shit like you trying to kiss me? You fucking bitch..."
She knew instinctively. Something was terribly wrong. It was blindingly obvious that she had crossed a line, touching a taboo that must never be touched. Even Jiseon and Eunji, who were watching them have sex from the side, could clearly sense the danger.
The only problem was that Jia had no idea why Dohyung was so furious. Anyone with half a brain could tell from his reaction that he was angry because she had tried to kiss him. But from Jia's perspective, she couldn't comprehend why merely trying to kiss him would provoke such an explosive, terrifying wrath. Looking down at the utterly baffled Jia, Dohyung spat out the reason.
"You're just a fucking fleshlight to satisfy my lust. What kind of guy kisses his fleshlight? There will never be any loving kisses between you and me."
Hearing his words, Jia felt a cold shock. She had always known he used her as a tool for his desires, but this was the first time she realized he literally equated her to a plastic sex toy.
"You arrogant fucking bitch...!"
With a face twisted in rage, Dohyung clenched his fist and drove it straight down toward Jia's face as she lay on the floor. Terrified by the sudden, violent movement, Jia squeezed her eyes shut.
BOOM!
She braced herself for the agonizing impact of his fist, but when no pain came, she felt a wave of confusion. Hearing the heavy thud of his fist striking the floor right next to her head, Jia slowly opened her eyes. Dohyung was still glaring down at her with furious eyes, but his fist had stopped short of her face.
"Whew... That was close."
Dohyung's face instantly reverted to his usual bright, smiling expression. He pulled his cock out of Jia's pussy and stood up.
"Normally, the game wouldn't end until I ejaculate, but we'll call it a day here. Go ahead and eat lunch and dinner on your own."
Gathering his clothes, Dohyung walked out of the basement without looking back. The three girls could do nothing but stare blankly at his departing figure.
"Fuck... That was way too close..."
Dohyung muttered to himself back in his room, staring at the fist he had slammed into the floor. He had been so enraged by Jia's actions that he had almost smashed her skull with all his might.
"If I had... her head would have exploded. Thank god I snapped out of it in time."
Just a split second before his rage-blinded fist could connect with Jia's head, his sanity had returned, causing him to deliberately veer off target. By punching the floor instead, he had barely avoided painting the basement with her brains. He had even pulled his strength at the last moment, preventing his superhuman fist from shattering the concrete floor.
"Fucking bitch... trying to kiss me out of nowhere? As if I'd ever kiss someone like you."
His sexual acts with the women he sought revenge against were strictly to humiliate them and train them as slaves. To him, sex was merely a means to relieve his physical urges—nothing more, nothing less. That was how he had approached it from the very beginning.
Normally, when a man and a woman have sex, foreplay naturally leads to kissing. But for Dohyung, kissing was a line he had sworn never to cross. Even if crossing that line wouldn't suddenly make him fall in love with them, the mere thought of locking lips with those wretched girls was too repulsive to even imagine.
He would rather die than press his lips against the face of someone he could kill at any moment. That was why Jia's sudden attempt to hold his face and kiss him had triggered such a homicidal rage. A mere tool. A mere slave. A piece of trash who had ruined his life. For her to dare try and kiss him was an unforgivable act of insolence.
If he followed his raw impulses, he would have severed the limbs of Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji right then and there, sewing their mouths to each other's anuses to create a human centipede like in that movie he once saw.
"But I can't do that... It breaks their minds too quickly."
Dohyung grabbed a can of beer from the fridge, popped it open, and took a sip. He had already learned through experimentation how easily their minds shattered when subjected to extreme physical mutilation.
He thought of Taehyun, who was currently lying in the adjacent room with a completely broken mind. After losing his testicles, being stripped of his masculinity, and facing harsh condemnation from Eunji—the woman he loved—Taehyun's mind had completely snapped. Now, he lay in bed like a vegetable, staring blankly at the ceiling.
It would be convenient if Dohyung's magic could cure mental illness, but unfortunately, that was beyond his current capabilities. He could try to manipulate memories, but messing with the human brain was highly delicate work, even with magic. One wrong move, and Taehyun might become a permanent, irreversible vegetable.
"Once he snaps out of it... I'll make him do that instead."
Pondering new ways to torture Taehyun once he recovered, Dohyung finished his beer and glanced back inside the fridge.
"What, that's it? I was so focused on planning the games lately that I didn't even realize I was out."
Suppressing his annoyance, Dohyung changed his clothes and headed out.
With his magic, he didn't actually need to go out; he could easily steal whatever he wanted. However, upon returning to this world, Dohyung had resolved to use his magic almost exclusively for his revenge. He knew full well that he could use his reality-bending magic to become famous and earn enough money to live in luxury for the rest of his life. In fact, he had already used magic to amass a fortune, which was how he had bought the very house where he kept his four captives.
But he knew that overusing magic would draw unwanted attention, which would only interfere with his revenge. Thus, he avoided using magic in public as much as possible.
Walking down the street, the sound of a news broadcast from a nearby television caught Dohyung's attention.
Dohyung smiled with deep satisfaction upon hearing that his magic had left the police completely baffled. No one could help but feel pleased when everything was going exactly according to plan. With a smug grin, he stepped into a newly opened convenience store.
"Welcome..."
Ignoring the woman who greeted him in a quiet, timid voice, Dohyung quickly grabbed what he needed and walked up to the counter. He watched her as she silently scanned the barcodes of the beer cans he had selected. Her long bangs covered nearly half of her face, and she hurriedly scanned the items without once making eye contact.
"That... That will be 25,000 won..."
Hearing her incredibly nervous voice, Dohyung remained silent, handed her his card, and took the plastic bag she packed for him.
"P-Please... have a safe... trip home..."
As she offered her trembling farewell, Dohyung glanced back at her one last time on his way out. Her appearance was quite striking; her bangs were so excessively long that it made him wonder if she could even see properly. Furthermore, despite the sweltering weather as summer approached, she was wearing long sleeves, which was highly unusual. Finding her peculiar, Dohyung walked back home, already imagining what kind of game Jia would draw tomorrow.