Hell in a Three-Pyeong Room and the Pink Serpent

Every man is the same. Deep inside his chest he carries a dark well, and at the bottom of that well writhe desires so sticky and shameful he could never speak them aloud.

Paizuri. Smata. Fellatio. Anal sex. Those are the mild cravings floating near the surface. Then come the more manic ones—burying his nose in musky armpits, sniffing sour toes, wanting to be smothered beneath a fat ass until he suffocates, or frantically tongue-fucking an asshole. Those can still be politely labeled as “preference.” But deeper still lie the ones that can never be dragged into the light. Tort—. Snu—. Coprop——. Go—. Canni———. Ampu—-. Chast———. The kind of filthy, immoral cravings that flatly deny ethics and morality. There are as many varieties as there are men, and their depths are endless.

The real problem, of course, is that desire demands realization. Yet the deepest cravings are almost impossible to paint onto the canvas of reality. Try to force them and you’ll simply end up behind iron bars. Finding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a partner who truly understands those dark, viscous urges and willingly accepts them? Harder than finding a needle on a white sand beach.

But in this particular case, the story might be different.

I looked down at Lee Jiun. She was sprawled on the tiled floor beside the bathtub, crouched on all fours like a beast.

Only after checking the window did everything make sense. The once-haughty Lee Jiun had, at some point, begun making nothing but animalistic noises—“hya hyu hya hyo”—that no longer resembled human speech. Come to think of it, the effects had been strong even when Kim Minji ingested it orally. But Lee Jiun had absorbed it directly through her intestinal lining. Like the saying about drinking liquor through the ass, the effect seemed to have doubled.

“Mmm—”

Calling the lewd beast crawling across the floor my partner felt ridiculous… but at least in this state, she looked more than willing to accept the desires hidden deep inside my well.

In that case.

“Finale decided.”

I opened the Pandora App and purchased the last puzzle piece needed to decorate the climax.

Because it was a large item that took up a lot of space, it wasn’t instantly summoned. Instead a helpful message appeared. Inventory. I had hoped such a function existed. Considering the combined value of everything Lee Jiun was currently wearing, it would be a waste to use it once and throw it away. The convenience was excellent. In the future I could use it across multiple locations and scenes.

I summoned the Human Hanger from inventory.

BOOM.

With a vibration that shook the floor, a massive steel frame appeared in the center of the narrow bathroom, radiating overwhelming presence. Shaped like a giant ∏, it nearly touched the ceiling. Inside, as the name suggested, dangled countless rings and devices meant for restraining and suspending a subject.

…

It had been an ordinary home bathroom only moments ago. Now, with the arrival of a single hanger, the atmosphere felt like a slaughterhouse.

I stood dazed by the bizarre dissonance for a moment, then quickly went to the living room, grabbed a bundle of rope, and returned.

Time to cook.

I began binding Lee Jiun. The latex doggy suit she wore had rings installed everywhere for convenience, just like the hanger—on both sides of her knees, both elbows, front and back of her neck, both sides of her throat, her back, and behind her pelvis. I carefully threaded the rope through each ring, pondering which configuration would create the most beautiful, artistic pose. Then I hooked the ends to the pulleys on the Human Hanger and pulled with all my strength.

Ratchet. Creak.

The four-legged beast that had been sprawled on the floor rose into the air with a grotesque scream.

“Hii… hiii…?”

The finished position was indistinguishable from a side of meat in a butcher’s shop. Her pelvis had been forcibly lifted by the ropes, leaving her hanging upside-down with her ass pointed toward the ceiling. Her limp head floated just above the tiled floor. I stretched her short limbs in every direction and tied them off. Even though a terrified Lee Jiun flailed her stubby arms and legs, the sturdy hanger and tight ropes rendered every struggle meaningless. The only sound was the pathetic jingle of the clit bell rolling across her round belly.

A reverse keelhauling performed in midair. The image of a criminal about to be drawn and quartered.

“Huuu…! Kuuu…!”

With gravity reversed, Lee Jiun’s bloated lower belly sagged heavily toward her chest. I had never seen a body in this state before; it looked almost grotesque. I could only imagine how badly her poor organs were being crushed inside.

“Hiiiiii— huooook—!”

Lee Jiun writhed, clearly in agony, letting out pained moans. I folded my arms and spent a moment simply admiring the sight of her swaying precariously at thigh height. Even through the black latex, the heavy weight was unmistakable. The hot-pink slime filling her—perhaps mixed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with other things—must be screaming for an exit.

It was time to let it out. But before opening the floodgates, there was one thing I had to confirm.

I crouched in front of her upside-down face.

“All right. Before we begin, there’s something you need to say yourself.”

“Hiiiiii— kuuuuu—!”

Hm. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to answer. Still, I needed to hear this.

I placed my index finger above her nostrils and began playfully plunging it in and out of her wide-open nose holes.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll leave you like this forever. You know you can’t remove that butt plug by yourself, right? Your belly might explode and kill you any second…”

“Hye!!? Hyanghye! Hyalhyuhehyo!”

“Oh, I’ll save you. But only if you answer my questions honestly and sincerely.”

“Hye…! Hye…! Hyahyehyo! Hyahyehyo!”

I had expected it, but she seemed to be in a state of total surrender. With an atomic bomb inside her stomach, that was only natural.

“Good. First question. You’ve completely surrendered now, correct? You will absolutely obey my every command from now on?”

“Hya… hyahyohaehyehye…! (Y-Yes… I surrender…!)”

“If you truly mean it, call me Master~♡”

“Hyu… hyuhin-him~♡ hyeo hin-hya hok-hyong-hae-hyehye! Heuhyehi-hya hyahae… hehyal hyahehehan hyaehyuhehyeo-eo-eo…! (M-Master~♡ I’m truly obedient now! So please… just take the plug out pleeeease—!)”

Two conditions cleared. I pressed on with the final one while the momentum was good.

“You’re actually a hopeless masochistic bitch, aren’t you? Even though you act tough on the outside, deep down you’ve always wanted to be treated like a bitch. You wanted to be trampled by a real male, didn’t you?”

“Hye! Hyahil hyanghyang hwonhyaho hishethyehyo-oo-oo—! (Yes! I’ve always wanted it—!)”

The moment her scream-like answer ended, the awaited system message appeared.

Perfect. The DP Lee Jiun had sucked out of me this time was completely recovered.

Then let’s finish this.

I stood up. The Gate Keeper gleamed obscenely between Lee Jiun’s ass cheeks, positioned exactly at my waist height. Of course the height was intentional. This slight downward angle let me witness every detail perfectly.

I reached out and grasped the dial of the plug buried in her tightly clenched sphincter.

Click.

Lock released.

Even though the lock was undone, the plug did not immediately pop out. I understood why. This was the so-called Stockholm Sphincter Syndrome that scholars had reported on countless times. After being held hostage for over two hours, the victim—her sphincter—had formed an emotional bond with the criminal plug. The tender grip that refused to let go proved it. Or perhaps, following Lamarck’s theory of use and disuse, her body had already accepted the plug not as a foreign object but as part of her own flesh.

…

In reality it was probably just because the upside-down position reduced the internal pressure. Either way, the situation was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠perfect for me.

Because the crude desire I had always wanted to realize with Lee Jiun was exactly this—

“All right. Let it all out as refreshingly as you held it in!”

A genuine, belly-bursting explosion.

I clenched my fist and drove it straight into the center of her massively swollen lower belly.

THUD!

A horrifying impact. The moment my fist connected, the taut belly beneath the black latex caved inward with a heavy slosh, sinking deep like a giant water balloon being punched. Surprisingly, there was no ear-piercing scream. The sound that rose from beneath my feet was simply a short, crude death cry forced out of her lungs.

“Ock—”

The instant that cry left her, the entrance of the cave between her ass cheeks—which had remained tightly shut until now—bulged obscenely ♡. Then, with a crisp yet terrifying rupture—

PWOOOOONG—!!

The plug that had endured three liters of pressure shot toward the bathroom ceiling like a bullet.