#25 Choice (4)
Yuchan was certain of it. If Seohyun had slipped through his grasp and found a decent girlfriend—someone she could reveal her fetishes to without restraint—she would have reigned as a magnificent queen dom.
About thirty minutes after Seohyun dragged Nayae into the bathroom, they emerged. Whatever she'd done, Nayae's face was deathly pale.
"What the hell did you do to her?"
"Just paid her back double for what she did to me."
"Te... Teacher..."
Nayae, shoulders hunched, shot Yuchan a desperate plea for rescue. But he coldly ignored her gaze. The conditioning on Nayae was complete anyway; a little soothing later, and she'd giggle and follow him obediently. This, however, was the perfect moment to fully transform Seohyun. That was why he'd played along with her actions.
"Nayae, show the teacher how clean you washed yourself."
Normally, Nayae would have snapped at someone lower in the hierarchy like her—"Why should I listen to you?"—but now she scurried to Yuchan, grabbed her cheeks, and spread them wide. Between her plump, fleshy ass and deep cleft gleamed a flushed, angry anus. Whatever Seohyun had done, it was already half-gaping from a light pull, the pink inner flesh twitching visibly.
"See? Nice and clean, right? I shoved the showerhead in and turned on the water full blast, so I'll cover the hose replacement fee."
"What?"
That could rupture her intestines. And those intermittent screams from earlier suddenly made sense. The outcome was fine—no damage—so Yuchan had no intention of making an issue of it, but it still startled him enough to scratch his head.
"Kyaaah!"
Yuchan extended a finger, stirring her hole casually. The inner walls were ice-cold, sending a numbing chill up his digit like frozen meat. Cold-water enemas brought brutal pain. Even as Nayae writhed in agony, Seohyun had mercilessly kept the shower running until her guts were thoroughly chilled.
"Te... Teacher..."
"You didn't leak any into the tub, did you?"
"She held it in like crazy after I said I'd make her lick it all up if she did."
The only real change was that Seohyun now hated Nayae, but her vibe was utterly different from before. Far more confident, provocative, unflinching. This must be her true self, Yuchan thought.
"You okay doing this to a friend?"
"Friend? I've never had a friend like her."
"Seo... Seohyun... I was wrong... I'm sorry..."
Nayae belatedly begged her, trembling from the harsh treatment. It might have tugged at anyone's heartstrings, but Seohyun's expression didn't flicker. As long as the flames of hatred still burned in her heart, she'd be merciless to Nayae tonight—at least. Yuchan planned to exploit that.
Even if she snapped out of it late, gathered her wits, and drowned in regret—that was Seohyun's problem. Without a word, she strode over and plunged a finger into Nayae's exposed, bent-over ass. Ignoring the girl's hitched gasps, she probed a few times with wet squelches, then shook her hand dry.
"Not ready to stick it in like this."
"It'd rip her open."
Seohyun had loosened her plenty with the enema, but that was probably just fingers. Even for someone bigger than Nayae like Seohyun, it had taken hours of dilation with various dildos. Nayae would need even longer. But first, something to address.
Treating Seohyun like a fellow conspirator, Yuchan said, "Revenge is sweet, but let's make sure before we start."
She took his words calmly, waiting for more.
"You don't think one little thing changes your position, do you?"
"I know."
"And if you get any funny ideas..."
Before he finished, Seohyun dropped to the floor on her belly. Legs splayed like a submitting dog, hands curled into paws.
"I have no intention of defying you. Even if you trample me right now, I might stick out my tongue and moan like a bitch in heat."
An act she'd never have done willingly before, even under duress. Revenge had overtaken her shame. Pleased with her attitude, Yuchan slowly rubbed her thick pussy with his foot. Had she been freed even from the morality and ethics that once bound her? Her slit, soaked from tormenting Nayae, slicked his sole with fluids at the lightest press.
"So what do you want?"
"Let me make Nayae my pet. And accept me as your first slave."
"Teacher, no...!"
Nayae, still spreading her ass as ordered, whipped her hair around in frantic protest. But how could Yuchan resist such an enticing proposal?
"Hush, Nayae. Don't interrupt the master so rudely while he's speaking."
"But... but..."
"Fine. Just don't break her too badly. If there's permanent damage, I'll have to gouge out those pretty eyes of yours. You know the saying: an eye for an eye."
Grinding Seohyun's pussy underfoot, Yuchan finally lifted his foot, letting her rise. Her flushed face betrayed deeper immersion in the role he'd crafted than expected. He glanced at his watch. Already 3 a.m. Time for a nap before tomorrow.
"I'll crash on the sofa. Wake me when you're done. Oh, there's a travel bag in the dressing room. Help yourself to whatever."
"Teacher... don't... don't leave me alone with her..."
Yuchan pulled Nayae into a tight hug. It meant nothing—just a pre-sleep ritual; holding her soft body helped him sleep deeper. The brief comfort from his gentleness shattered with his next words.
"Didn't you hear the teacher earlier, Nayae?"
"Y-yes...?"
"Seohyun's Pet Number One now. She's your master too. Use polite speech."
"That's not... how can that be... You said I was the most important... sob... huu-huu..."
Even obedient Nayae reeled from Yuchan's unilateral decree. Tears streaming, she sobbed pitifully, but he gently pushed her away.
"If you won't behave, get ready to say goodbye. You're ace-whore material anyway; any guy would pound you senseless."
With that harsh final jab at his pleading student, Yuchan ruffled her hair and strode out without a backward glance. No need to watch live—cameras captured everything for the records.
2.
As the door clicked shut behind Yuchan, Nayae trembled violently. Seohyun watched, arms crossed. Even a stranger might pity such terror, but Seohyun felt nothing—like something in her was broken. Nayae's victim act only fueled her disgust.
"Nayae."
"Y-yeah...?"
Seohyun nudged her leg. Nayae jolted with a near-scream.
"Why's your eye level still the same?"
"Seohyun, stop... I'm scared..."
Seohyun yanked Nayae's dangling hair, forcing her torso down despite resistance.
"Say exactly what you told the teacher while fucking him earlier."
"That was... Seohyun, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."
"You apologize standing up?"
At the sharp rebuke, Nayae dropped to her knees. Her submission training was for Yuchan alone—not a peer. Kneeling to apologize to a friend of the same age still scarred her pride. Lips bitten tight, head bowed, she knelt as Seohyun watched impassively—then fetched a carry-on from the dressing room.
Inside: tools Yuchan used to defile victims. Black rubber toys, mystery ampoules, syringes. And this was just one of four bags. Seohyun hefted a drill that looked anything but ordinary—not for mere insertion, but for attaching tools to viciously ream a woman's insides.
Whiiiirrr!!!!
A light button press, and the bulbous dildo at the tip spun viciously. It could mount two, front and back, for dual assault. Nayae shuddered fetal at the sound, her cognition dulled far below normal—no grasp of why she deserved this.
"Curl up on the bed and lift your ass."
Nayae obeyed, clambering up and presenting knees-and-chest. With Yuchan gone, her only shield, no one could stop Seohyun. All she could do was obey perfectly to avoid abandonment.
"Arm here."
"O-okay..."
Leather straps bound wrist to ankle behind her back—a simple hogtie rendering her immobile.
"You know what, Nayae? I hate Yuchan. That sadistic devil who treats breaking people like a game—utterly repulsive."
"Don't talk about Teacher like that!"
Nayae twisted defiantly, her earlier cowering vanished. Seohyun ignored her, pouring massage oil down her cleft. Like anointing a sacrifice, it slicked from her cute little asshole to her front hole.
"I did whatever he ordered because I hated him dirtying you. After jobs, breaks—I serviced him, wandered streets naked, endured every humiliation."
All for one reason: not to hurt Nayae.
"But you slapped me just to get his dick?"
Even dazed Nayae seemed to grasp it. Her struggles quieted.
"Do you know how much that hurt me?"
"Seo... Seohyun..."
Seohyun's voice cracked with tears. Nayae faltered. Yuchan's warped emotions in her finally brushed true feeling—connecting faintly with Seohyun. What have I done? Teacher matters, but Seohyun's precious too... A miracle; his brainwashing cracked for a moment.
"Seohyun, I'm sorry... I must've lost my mind... huuugh...!!!"
Yuchan slept outside. No mediator. If Seohyun had listened then, their fates might have diverged. But she didn't want that.
She slid the two bulbous dildos smoothly into both holes.
"Augh..!!"
The oil offered no resistance. As the intrusions invaded her delicate membranes, Nayae retched out a breath.
"I'll mock you too. Dance like a slut."
Seohyun hit the trigger. The dildos whirled ferociously.
"Hiiiiiingggiiiik...!!!"
Bound immobile, Nayae's body convulsed. The merciless machine ravaged her tender walls. Even pleasure-hardened as she was, this was impossible to endure.
"W-wait... wait wait wait... hiiiiiik... ❤"
In the pitch-black room, the motor's whine and Nayae's scream-like moans echoed endlessly.