New Predators
"Senpai, you're looking absolutely insane today, aren't you~"
Ryu Yi-na wrapped her arms around my waist and murmured low against my ear.
A quiet private-room bar in Sinchon. Under the dim lighting, Yi-na pulled me toward her with an unmistakable air of ownership, pressing me flush against her firm body. Through the gossamer-thin fabric of my blouse, her hot palm slid blatantly down my waistline.
"Everyone, say hi. This is the pretty Yu-na-senpai I told you about. Isn't she just fucking gorgeous?"
Two women sat across the table. Park Ha-eun and Jeong Seo-yoon, Yi-na's classmates from the Department of Sports Science. Both were striking beauties who matched Yi-na in height, build, and sharply sculpted features.
"Ah... hello."
When I bowed my head with a thin, trembling voice, the gazes of the two women across from me entwined around me like serpents.
"Wow, Yi-na... she's even more stunning in person. There's nobody this goddess-tier in the entire college, I swear."
Park Ha-eun, black hair cropped short, set down her beer glass with a low whistle. Beneath her sleeveless top, the healthy bronze muscle of her shoulders was clearly visible. Her sharp eyes raked down my chest and collarbone with predatory thoroughness.
"Look how pale her skin is. Touch her and she might just pop. So pitiful and delicate—practically engineered to trigger your protective instincts. You lucky bitch, where did you snag a treasure like this?"
Jeong Seo-yoon, brown waves framing her face, crossed her legs and propped her chin on one hand with equal interest.
Emboldened by her friends' reactions, Yi-na giggled and patted my thigh.
"Senpai, have a nice chat with these girls while I'm gone. I'm just stepping out to the restroom, so stay put like a good girl and wait for me, okay~?"
Her lips grazed my ear before she walked out of the room. The door clicked shut, and a heavy silence settled over the narrow space.
But that silence didn't last even a second.
The moment Yi-na's footsteps faded down the corridor, the eyes of Park Ha-eun and Jeong Seo-yoon flashed like beasts scenting blood.
"Did you say your name was Yu-na?"
Park Ha-eun rose from her seat and strode over to my side. Her trouser front, bulging upward just like Yi-na's, came into view. Futanari. The oppressive weight of the difference in physique made my breath catch in my throat.
"Yi-na doesn't usually handle you roughly, does she? She's got so much raw strength, I bet she can't properly treasure a delicate little body like this."
Before I knew it, Jeong Seo-yoon had taken the seat on my other side, wrapping her arm around my waist and tracing my earlobe with the tip of her tongue. The body heat of two futanari pressed in from both sides. Park Ha-eun's rough fingers began pushing under the hem of my skirt.
"W-wait... just a moment...!"
"We've got plenty of time before Yi-na gets back. Want to give us each a taste in the restroom stall?"
"No, stop...! Let go of me...!"
I flailed my arms desperately, but against the iron grip of two athletes I was nothing more than a twig. Park Ha-eun clamped a hand over my mouth and twisted my arms back. The two of them practically carried me, kicking and struggling, and shoved me roughly into the inner stall of the unisex accessible restroom off the back alley.
SLAM!
The door closed and the lock clicked shut. Flung onto the cold tile floor, I felt Park Ha-eun's merciless hands tear open my blouse buttons without hesitation. My skirt and underwear were stripped away in one brutal motion.
"Hiik... please, don't... huk...!"
"Oh ho, what an incredible body."
Jeong Seo-yoon leaned against the door and whistled. But Park Ha-eun's fierce eyes were unnervingly cold as she raked them over my stripped body. The angle of my pelvis, the texture of my skin, and that unnervingly submissive attitude I'd shown toward Yi-na.
Park Ha-eun's fingers grabbed my chin roughly and forced it up.
"Hey, Yu-na-senpai. A third-year, falling apart in front of first-year underclassmen—quite the sight. But you... you used to be a man, didn't you?"
My heart plummeted. How did she know?
The moment I shook my head like a trembling aspen, a sharp crack echoed through the narrow stall.
SLAP!
"Aagh...!"
My head snapped to the side, and the inside of my lip split, welling with blood. Tears burst forth in a flood.
"Don't fucking lie to me. What kind of trouble did you get into that you ended up surgically altered into this, playing at being female?"
"Tch... Hah. Senpai, you might as well just tell Ha-eun the truth. She's genuinely insane."
Seo-yoon pulled a lighter from her pocket and lit a cigarette. Hazy smoke drifted toward the restroom ceiling.
"There was this big senior back in high school who used to suck up to Ha-eun. Kang Tae-hyuk, was it? Ha-eun shoved an entire soju bottle in his mouth and kicked his cheek in, shattered it. Even covered in blood, that bastard didn't blink an eye."
At Seo-yoon's dry explanation, every drop of blood in my body ran cold.
Park Ha-eun took the burning cigarette from Seo-yoon's hand and thrust the red ember between my trembling legs.
"That bastard later committed a sex crime on the subway and got sentenced to forced feminization. He's been converted into my personal onahole now, kept and used—and your body is eerily, exactly the same as his. Hey, want me to press this red ember into your soft flesh right here? If the sparks get inside, it's gonna drive you absolutely insane, isn't it?"
The scorching ember drew closer, right up against my skin. In the grip of extreme terror, I finally broke.
"I'll talk...! I'll tell you everything, please...! Hiik, huk...!"
My past sex crime, the hormone therapy order, the forced sex-change procedure, and the truth that Yi-na had seized my weakness and was using me—all of it poured out in a tear-soaked scream.
Jeong Seo-yoon turned on her smartphone camera with an intrigued expression and began persistently recording me as I lay prostrate on the floor, confessing.
"Wow, incredible... a senpai who got forcibly feminized for sexual assault. Your face smeared with tears and snot, crying like that—what a masterpiece."
Park Ha-eun let out a cruel sneer and grabbed my hair.
"If you committed a crime, you should gratefully accept your punishment, you trash sex offender. Do dogeza. Stick your ass up high and recite your charges and how you'll gratefully accept our punishment—without missing a single syllable. The moment you even think about pulling something, I'm posting this video straight to Everytime and the group chat."
With my forehead pressed against the cold tile floor and my ass raised high, I swore my humiliating submission through tears. Seo-yoon's smartphone lens captured my trembling privates and face without missing a single detail.
"Be at the tattoo shop in the Hongdae alley by two PM tomorrow. If you're even one minute late, I'll pull every single one of those pretty teeth out with pliers."
"We should carve 'xx's Personal Onahole' into your belly and pubic bone, just like Tae-hyuk. Then every time you drop your pants in front of Yi-na, you'll remember your place and die of happiness."
The two of them burst into mocking laughter and pushed open the restroom door, leaving. Beyond the slammed door, desolation seeped through.
Crouched on the tile floor, I hugged the torn clothes to my chest with trembling hands and sobbed in silence.
"Hiik... huk... sob..."
It was the very bottom of an endless hell, where no escape would ever exist.