Four-Star Friendship Wine
Dohyung removed the final clothespin attached to Jia's body. "Oh... congratulations. Your total score is 1012 points?"
The three women, who had been watching Dohyung remove the clothespins with anxious hearts, broke into bright smiles at the news that they had surpassed 1000 points. In their hearts they wanted to leap from their seats and cheer at the top of their lungs, but they stopped short of actually doing it.
"Then this game clears with no one receiving punishment."
"Thank you, Master!"
"Is there any need to thank me? It's all thanks to you three working hard to attach those clothespins to your bodies. Shall we clean up now?"
At Dohyung's order, the three women happily gathered the used clothespins into the basket. The skin pinched for so long was swollen red, and sensitive areas like their nipples and clitoris ached faintly, yet the single fact that they would not be punished was enough to leave all three deeply satisfied.
After confirming everything was tidy, Dohyung gathered the items he had brought and left the basement.
The moment Dohyung vanished from the basement, the three women collapsed where they stood and began examining their flushed, reddened bodies from every angle.
"Ugh... my pussy stings..."
"Looks like we really poured on the speed at the end and managed to cover our whole bodies with clothespins."
The three women looked at one another's bodies and smiled brightly for the first time in a long while. Because it was the first time they had cooperated inside the basement to reach a shared goal, their sense of accomplishment was that much greater.
"Thank goodness... I don't even want to imagine what would have happened if we'd been punished..."
"Even though it was only two stars, it's still so much better not to get any at all."
"Exactly..."
Hearing Eunji's words, Jia and Jiseon tilted their heads, then moved closer to her.
"Your pronunciation sounds a little better. Is your tongue all right?"
"Ah, yes... At some point the wound must have healed completely, because it doesn't hurt anymore. It still feels a bit strange when I move it, though."
Eunji stuck out her split tongue, showing Jia and Jiseon how the two halves moved independently.
"Master definitely covered the wound so it wouldn't get infected, right? What happened to that?"
"That's... I don't really know either. When I came to my senses, it was already gone..."
Jia and Jiseon wore expressions that said they had no idea what Eunji was talking about. How could she not notice something that had been inside her mouth suddenly disappearing? Still, they did not press her further. Right now they simply wanted to savor the fact that they had all cooperated and avoided punishment.
Jia felt reassured by the situation. If another cooperative game appeared today, everyone would work desperately because none of them wanted to be punished. And if an individual game came up, she had already ordered Jiseon and Eunji to lose on purpose last time, so there was no risk of loss for her. If she could endure like this and simply avoid drawing the reset slip, she only needed to hold out for a maximum of one month. Then she could finally return to the home she had longed for.
Someone might ask whether there was any guarantee Dohyung would actually keep such a promise. In truth, he had no intention of ever releasing them. He was merely dangling empty hope in front of the three women.
Even so, none of them considered the possibility that Dohyung might break his word. No—they did not want to consider it. Doing so would render all the suffering they had endured while playing the games completely meaningless. They had rolled across the floor, mocked and tormented by Dohyung, all for the single dream of going home. Imagining that he might betray them at the very end was the most horrific thought possible.
They told themselves it was better for their mental health to push such unbearable possibilities out of their heads and simply focus on the games. The three women prayed that the next game would also end with no one receiving punishment, just like today.
But life never goes exactly as one wishes. Just like the game the three women faced the following day.
The number Jiseon drew from the Game Box was 30. Dohyung peeled off the white tape for number 30 and showed it to everyone. The game written there was immediately...
"Four... stars...?"
"No..."
To the three women it felt as though what was destined to arrive had finally come. They had known that someday they would inevitably draw a four-star or even five-star game, but none of them had imagined today would be that day. They had merely prepared their hearts because they knew it would happen eventually.
"Whoa... Friendship Wine came up."
Dohyung looked at the game he had drawn today and smiled with deep satisfaction.
"Do you understand what kind of game it is? You could call it a test of your friendship. Hahaha!"
With Dohyung's words, the three women roughly understood what Friendship Wine meant. In the past, during drinking parties, people would fill a huge glass with every kind of alcohol imaginable for a so-called friendship test, line everyone up, and have the first person drink. The moment that person lifted their lips, the glass passed to the next, continuing until the last person was forced to drink everything left in the cup.
He's really going to make us do that?
Yet from everything they had experienced so far, the three women were certain that whatever Dohyung announced would never be the normal version of the game they knew. They had no choice but to listen to his explanation first, so they focused their full attention.
"I'll bring the glass in a little while. You'll take turns drinking what's inside it. The rules are the same: the moment you take your lips off the glass, you pass it to the next person, and the last one has to finish everything. Naturally, if the last person fails to drink it all, every one of you will be punished."
The three women flinched at his words. It was another cooperative game like yesterday, but the difference was that the punishment for failure had grown far more severe. A four-star punishment on the same level as having their nails pulled would surely inflict unimaginable agony—they were certain of it.
"Then I'll go get the glass, so wait here a moment."
While Dohyung was gone, the three women looked at one another's faces and silently shouted Fighting! in their hearts. Once again they had to cooperate without fighting if they wanted to avoid punishment. They absolutely had to dodge the four-star penalty no matter what.
When Dohyung returned, the three women were stunned by the sheer size of the glass he carried.
"It's a cup I had custom-made. It should hold roughly 1500cc."
The three women tensed at the thought that they would have to share and drink whatever filled that glass. Drinking alcohol itself was not particularly difficult, but the requirement to drink as much as possible in one go was the problem. If there were more people it might have been manageable, but with only three of them drinking 1500cc, each would need to consume at least 500cc without stopping to clear the game.
Realizing how difficult the challenge would be, the three waited in nervous silence for Dohyung to pour the alcohol. Instead, he opened the bottle he had brought and began drinking it himself.
The three women stared at him blankly, certain he would pour it into the glass. After gulping down the liquor, Dohyung lifted his mouth from the bottle, leaned over the glass, and spat a mouthful of what he had just drunk into it.
"Ptui! Consider this my little service."
The three women watched in stunned silence as the alcohol that had passed through Dohyung's mouth settled at the bottom of the glass and rippled.
Meanwhile, Dohyung waved at Jia and beckoned her over. She quickly approached. He held out the glass to her.
"Um... Master? Why are you..."
"Now, I'll finish explaining the game."
Dohyung grinned as though he was having the time of his life and continued. The three women, watching his expression, felt their anxiety swell.
"You were wondering why I didn't fill the glass with alcohol, right? I definitely called it Friendship Wine. That's all the alcohol there is."
The three women could not understand what he meant. He had told them to take turns drinking, yet there was barely a single mouthful in the glass.
"You fill the rest yourselves and drink it."
"What?"
"Fill it however you can. I'll generously give you five full hours for this game. During that time, fill the glass somehow, get my approval, and then drink the Friendship Wine."
Dohyung spoke while drinking again, clearly enjoying himself.
At first the three women were simply confused, unable to grasp what he was saying. He wanted them to fill the glass? There was no alcohol available.
But after a little time passed, they began to understand exactly what he meant by "fill it yourselves."
No way... is he telling us to fill the cup with liquids from our own bodies?
Fuck... whether it's piss or spit, he's ordering us to fill it somehow.
I just got my tongue healed and now I have to do this...
Dohyung drank happily, savoring the sight of the three women realizing what the game required. Even if a human body could produce a lot of fluid, filling 1500cc with three people would not be easy. Drinking it afterward was another matter entirely. The looks on their faces as they realized they were already facing an insurmountable obstacle from the start made his grin stretch so wide the corners of his mouth seemed permanently stuck to his ears.
"By the way, since this is a four-star game, the punishment will be quite painful if you fail. Ah, but Nabi and Kkami have experienced it once before."
The three women, who had been staring helplessly at the glass, carefully turned over the words in their minds. It was a painful punishment Jia and Jiseon had already endured. They tried to recall exactly what it was.
Dohyung considered telling them what the punishment would be, then decided against it. He thought it would be just as effective to let them play the game while trembling in fear of the unknown. He pictured them screaming in agony as they received their punishment—imagining a magically heated iron branding the womb tattoo between each woman's navel and pussy.