I Wanted to Talk to You Again
Han Eunji was furious at the reality that she was about to be punished. All of that rage was aimed squarely at Kang Sujin, who was trapped in the wall. I did everything I could to avoid getting punished… and this fucking bitch ruined it!
At first she had frantically rammed the dildo into Sujin’s pussy, but the girl refused to cum easily. The same was true for Park Haemin and Do Ara. Growing desperate, Eunji had attacked Sujin’s pussy even more viciously, determined to force an orgasm.
That was when Kim Dohyung, who had been watching with amusement, laughed and announced he had an interesting fact to share. All three women immediately turned their eyes toward him.
“Right now your goal is probably to make those bitches stuck in the wall cum, but for them the goal is the exact opposite—not to cum.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“I set a condition. If those four can endure for exactly five hours, I’ll send them home. As long as they don’t reach climax before then, they get to wave goodbye and walk free.”
The three women felt irritation flare up at Dohyung’s words. No matter what they did, there was no escape for them—yet these four who were stuck in the wall could go home if they simply survived this one game. The unfairness of it made their blood boil. They even felt a surge of jealousy. These women had clearly been captured much later than them, yet they were being offered a chance to return home so easily. They had probably suffered the same things they had when Dohyung first took them.
Eunji, who knew the four of them well, felt the irritation most keenly. She had no desire to let them go home so easily.
“So what you’re saying… is this some kind of contest between us and the women over there? Whether we can make them cum within five hours or not…”
At Choi Jiseon’s question, Dohyung shook his head.
“What are you even saying? I never set a time limit for you three.”
“Huh?”
“I’m simply going to punish whoever finishes last, in order. There is no time limit. If you can’t make those bitches cum within five hours, then yes—they go home.”
The three women fell into thoughtful silence. They knew Dohyung would never do anything meaningless, so they racked their brains trying to uncover his true intention.
Then, as their eyes moved across the tools he had prepared, realization dawned. The items weren’t limited to dildos meant for thrusting into pussies. There were all sorts of implements designed to inflict pain—sharp, needle-like tools among them.
Obsessed with making the women in the wall cum, the three had overlooked those other objects at first. Now that they looked properly, the torture devices came into clear view.
They finally understood Dohyung’s plan. Why the women on the opposite side had a time limit while they did not. The four trapped in the wall didn’t appear to have been kidnapped long ago; they likely had very little resistance to pain.
In truth, no matter how violently you rammed a dildo into a pussy, a human body did not reach climax so easily. It wasn’t only a physical matter—the mind also had to crave release. But would the three women trapped in the wall willingly chase orgasm when doing so meant losing their ticket home after five hours?
The way to change their mindset was obvious. The tools Dohyung had prepared alongside the dildos were meant to shatter their will to endure. By inflicting continuous physical pain, he would teach them that the only escape from that suffering was to cum.
That was why he had given no time limit to Lee Jia, Choi Jiseon, or Han Eunji. If they were pressed for time, they might destroy the woman assigned to them in their desperation. Dohyung had decided these three did not deserve to be forgiven with mere pain of this level.
Having grasped his intention, the three immediately dropped the dildos they had been using.
Choi Jiseon moved first.
“Hup!”
She began pounding the lower half of Park Haemin’s body with her own. Though she had beaten plenty of people outside, coming here had taught her exactly where to strike to cause maximum pain with minimal visible damage. She couldn’t reach the upper body beyond the wall, but the lower half alone was more than enough.
She struck the plump flesh of the ass, the thighs, and the calves with stinging slaps, then cleverly twisted the joints to send sharp agony through them, or hammered directly against bone. She inflicted pains Park Haemin had never experienced before.
“Ah… this is…”
While Jiseon beat Haemin, Lee Jia picked up one of the tools that had caught her eye. It was a piercing gun—the same kind used to punch holes for body jewelry. Having piercings of her own, Jia’s gaze had locked onto it instantly.
The device looked like a small toy pistol. You placed the flesh in the muzzle and pulled the trigger; a needle would shoot out and pierce straight through. Jia carried it over to Do Ara, the girl assigned to her.
She had once pierced her own nipples and clitoris without anesthesia, so she knew exactly how much it hurt to have holes punched through living flesh.
Without hesitation, she clamped the gun onto Ara’s pussy lip and pulled the trigger. Ara’s body jerked violently, then began to tremble uncontrollably in pain.
“Cum quickly. If you do, I’ll stop.”
Jia smiled as though she were enjoying herself and continued punching holes into Ara’s pussy lips. The needle wasn’t excessively thick, so the holes weren’t huge, but the torn flesh still bled freely, droplets pattering to the floor.
While Jiseon punched Haemin and Jia pierced Ara’s body, Han Eunji picked up a lighter and a small metal rod. She lit the lighter and heated the tip of the rod until it glowed.
Then she pressed the burning metal directly against Kang Sujin’s ass.
A sharp ssst sound filled the air as Sujin thrashed in agony. Eunji’s face twisted into a frown. Having experienced the pain of burning flesh herself, she knew exactly how much Sujin was suffering. The grimace came unconsciously.
Unlike Jia and Jiseon, she actually knew Sujin. That made it worse. If it had been a stranger, the guilt might have been lighter. But Sujin had been a high-school friend she used to hang out with. The memory pricked at her conscience.
Still, she had no choice. If she stopped, the one receiving the terrible punishment would be her.
She burned Sujin’s ass and thighs, desperate to avoid last place. Yet in the end, it was Eunji herself who came in last.
Now her heart was filled with nothing but resentment toward Sujin.
“Well then, it’s decided—Haemi will receive the punishment. I won’t start right away. Go back to the original room for now. I’ll bring the tools I need.”
Dohyung spoke lightly, patting Eunji’s shoulder. But to her, his voice sounded like the reaper’s itself. Her body began to shake uncontrollably.
The moment it became certain she would be punished, fear crashed over her like a wave.
Lee Jia and Choi Jiseon watched the trembling Eunji with visible relief, glad they had escaped punishment themselves.
Each carrying very different emotions, the three followed Dohyung down the corridor and returned to the original basement room.
Once he confirmed that both he and the three slaves had left, Dohyung’s clone cast a sleep spell on the four women still trapped in the wall. Only after they lost consciousness did he pull them free.
“You really made a mess of them.”
Their lower bodies were in terrible condition. Kang Sujin’s legs and ass, burned repeatedly by Eunji’s heated rod, were covered in ugly burn marks that resembled a night sky scattered with countless stars.
Park Haemin’s lower half was already blooming with dark red bruises from Jiseon’s fists, her joints beginning to swell.
Na Dongeun had not been physically tormented by the three, so her body bore no wounds, but her mind had been so thoroughly soaked in drugs that she could no longer form coherent thoughts.
Do Ara’s pussy lips were riddled with puncture wounds from Jia’s piercing gun; blood flowed steadily from the torn flesh. At least no actual jewelry had been inserted—just the holes.
Dohyung examined the four and healed their physical injuries so they could participate in the next game. He left the scars exactly as they were.
“Hoo… Shall we move on to the next game? Ah, but first I should let Haemi taste that heat one more time.”
Dohyung left the room slowly and headed upstairs to his own quarters. He gathered the tools he would need to burn Eunji’s face with the exact same marks he had given Kim Min-a.
“You have to suffer exactly what you inflicted. I’d like to give you even more pain than that… but if I do, your mind might break.”
In his heart he wanted to sear off every inch of skin on Eunji’s face so she could never show it in public again. But he knew such an act would likely shatter her sanity completely, so he set the thought aside.
Imagining ways to make Eunji—who had dared to touch Min-a—suffer for a very, very long time, Dohyung descended once more into the basement. The only sound echoing down the corridor was Eunji’s raw screams as her face burned.
That evening, Kim Min-a stood hesitating in front of an expensive restaurant she had not visited even once since high school. She was waiting for someone.
The man who had claimed to be Kim Dohyung—the same person everyone believed had gone missing and died years ago.
Min-a desperately wanted to know if he truly was Dohyung. There were so many things she wanted to ask him.
How he had disappeared and then returned. Whether the body that had been bullied so brutally in high school was all right now. Whether anything had happened to his family. And…
I wanted to meet him again and talk, just once.