The Betrayer's Training Begins (1)
Cara's video was much the same. Looking at the dates, it seemed Cara had been the first to sleep with Director Han Seong-ho.
“As expected, it's Director Han Seong-ho. Well, when you consider the influence he holds in the entertainment industry, it makes sense. One word from him and a broadcast is decided on the spot.”
Even though the press refused to believe it, no one could deny that the Curie Girls—those proud, adorable members who had captivated fans with their looks—would spread their legs for men in places no one else could see and sell their cunts.
“Now that we have at least a weakness on the Curie Girls secured, the real question is how to use it.”
Just uploading the video online? That was the lowest of the low.
If the video spread, the scandals would be massive and their two years as entertainers would be over. But that was only part of it. The girls wouldn't suffer—nothing would change in their comfortable lives.
Min Hee-jae would spin it as personal rebellion to protect herself. Min Hee-jae would blame Yoo Seok-yeon. So Min Hee-jae would lose nothing. In fact, with the video alone it would be hard to prove any connection to prostitution, so Min Hee-jae would suffer nothing.
“And the money they earned over the past few years would be safe too.”
Spreading the sex videos would end their broadcasting careers, but those two girls would live lavishly on the money they had already earned.
Simply dumping the sex videos wouldn't turn Min Hee-jae, Cindy, or Cara into miserable lives. They would just be expelled from the industry and enjoy their wealth. That wasn't the revenge I wanted.
“I have to ruin every single person involved and reclaim the father's inheritance they stole.”
So even if it took time, I would crush them one by one, drop them into the abyss step by step. Starting with Cindy and Cindy's mother, Yang Soo-jin.
***
Cindy, a member of the Curie Girls, tilted her head curiously as she read the email.
“Photos and videos of Cindy? What kind of title is that? A fan took a stage photo and sent it?”
No, fans didn't even know this email address. Only company people did. But it was an address she didn't recognize. Who the hell had sent it?
Cindy clicked the email without thinking. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and she covered it with both hands in shock.
“T-this...? What... what is this...?”
Photos of herself having sex with a middle-aged man filled the screen. She could tell exactly what they showed. These were the scenes she had participated in.
“H-how did you... There was only the Director and me that day at that location.”
And attached was a single video file.
Cindy clicked the file with a trembling hand.
“H-huh?! T-this... I can't believe it.”
It was the exact video from the photo. Cindy trembled violently from the overwhelming shock, trapped in fear. Her whole body shook, goosebumps racing down her spine.
Below the attached photos and video was a single line:
— [Room 501 at the motel. Wednesday afternoon 2 PM.]
A simple message. But the meaning was unmistakable.
“I can't not go. If I don't, I'm finished. If this video spreads online, I'm finished.”
Cindy's face drained of all color in the wave of fear that shook her body.
The next day Cindy arrived at the motel in Tenjil—the exact location from the photo. She was used to hiding her face with a hat and mask after visiting here many times before.
Finally standing in front of room 501, Cindy's heart pounded as if it would burst.
'Who the hell...?'
She had come, but fear made her want to run. If she ran now, her idol life would be over. She had to find courage.
- Ding-dong —
A bell rang. The sound of slippers being removed followed.
“Long time no see?”
“...?”
Cindy's face turned to stone when she saw the man's welcoming expression as he opened the door. This was a face she had never imagined in her wildest dreams.
***
“Come in.”
Shaken to the core, Cindy stood frozen like a statue. When I gestured for her to come closer, she staggered forward and entered the room.
She sat on the sofa in a haughty pose and surveyed me. As expected, her looks were impeccable.
“Seong-tae-ssi?”
“Yes, it's Seong-tae-ssi. Before it was Seong-tae-oppa. In the past it was Seong-tae-oppa, now it's Seong-tae-ssi. And starting today, you will be my owner.”
“...My owner?”
“Don't tell me you think the video will spread?”
“...”
Cindy froze again like ice.
“H-how did you... How does Seong-tae-ssi have the video?”
“Well, I'm curious too. Why is this in my hands?”
“W-what?”
“You think I took this video?”
“...”
Cindy's eyes darted around. But even if she racked her brain, the answer wouldn't come.
“Who took it?”
“Who do you think? Now you have to find out. If you don't, you won't escape the shadow of this video.”
“I have to find it?”
“Yes, as my loyal slave you must find it according to my instructions.”
“You want me to be Seong-tae-ssi’s slave?”
“Won't you? If you don't want to spread the video, you don't have to. If you don't want to be a slave, you can walk out right now. The door is open and I won't stop you. The final choice is yours. I won't force you.”
“...”
Cindy bit her lower lip and fell into thought. But Cindy had no other choice. Between the two options, one was surrender and the other was complete ruin.
“W-why are you doing this to me? Stop it, Seong-tae-ssi! No, Seong-tae-oppa! Stop it!”
“Why did you do it to me then? Or rather, I'm fine. Why did you do it to the father who raised you? Why did you drive him to death?”
“...”
Cindy fell silent when I brought up her father. She had nothing left to say.
“Choose. Stay here until I count to three, or turn your back and leave. One... two...!”
Cindy showed clear conflict in her eyes but didn't leave.
“Three!”
Finally, for three full counts, Cindy remained rooted in her seat.
“Good. So you're going to be my slave. Then I'll give you your first command. Strip!”
“Strip?”
“Yes, strip. Why? You stripped and sucked off middle-aged men, but you can't do it for me?”
“A-ah, no, I will. It's fine, right?”
- Shrick —
Cindy began removing her clothes. The leader of the Curie Girls, the idol fans worshipped, started stripping in front of me. Yet even as she undressed, her expression showed no shame.
'Fucking bitch! You've taken your clothes off in front of countless men, so you're not ashamed in front of me. You're just one of the many men I've passed through. You think that way, don't you?'
Well, would she really? Could she be just one of the many men who had crossed Cindy's body?
'Fucking bitch! You're pretty, aren't you. As expected, the father's eyes were excellent.'
Without the title of “traitor,” Cindy's body was beautiful. No, even her face was lovely. That was why she could have become a star with the Luna Girls.
- Thud —
Completely naked in front of me, Cindy stood with a slender, elegant figure that showcased every line of her body.
“Finished?”
“Now the real start. Good, now show me your skills. Of course, in a slave-like position.”
I stood up from the sofa and faced Cindy. Understanding my meaning, she dropped to her knees and carefully began removing my pants. The moment my cock sprang free right in front of her eyes, Cindy stared at it for a long while. Then she slowly reached out and grabbed it.
She looked up at me while holding my cock.
“How many times will you do it?”
“How many times?”
“How many times should I use my body for you? It's a transaction. So let's make a deal on how many times I should use it.”
Look at you? You think my cunt is worth how many uses? You thought that would settle my grudge? You still think my cunt is a diamond?”
I had to thoroughly erase those thoughts. I wanted to watch how cheap her cunt actually was.
“Hah, a contract? What kind of nonsense are you talking? A contract is for equals. From now on you are my slave. Have you not learned yet? A slave dares to negotiate a contract with its owner?”
“S-so you mean you'll torment me for life?”
“I can let you go when I get bored or when you become useless. Or I could sell you elsewhere.”
“S-sell?”
Fear began to rise in Cindy's expression. She didn't know what “sell” meant, but it terrified her.
“Why are you so afraid? Haven't you sold your body to men until now? Why are you acting surprised all of a sudden?”
“...”
Cindy closed her mouth with nothing to say to my sarcasm. The training of the slave girl was about to begin. Through training, I would corrupt Cindy into a cheap cunt of the masses.
“From now on, remember that my attitude toward you will change depending on how you behave as a slave. Shall we start with a blowjob?”
Today was the first day, so I would keep it simple and end it. After that I would slowly tame her with sex and break her down.
***