Let's Play with Na-Young!
"Let's play with Na-young!"
At Kang Han-seong's casual remark about throwing a party, the entire household fell silent. Parties were usually for celebrating happy occasions, but there was no guarantee that whatever made him happy would be good news for them. If anything, it was probably bad. And just two days in, they'd already figured that out.
So-hyun asked in a trembling voice, "W-what good news is it?"
Han-seong flashed her a bright smile, pure and innocent like a child's, but it carried an eerie chill. It was the kind of grin a kid might have while burning ants alive and cackling.
"Yep~ The internet's finally down!!! Phones too!!! Everything~~!"
He handed over his phone as he said it.
[No Internet Connection]
The phone screen bore the unmistakable message of despair.
As expected. No expectations meant no disappointment. Just a bitter aftertaste that made her swallow hard.
The end of the world was coming. They'd steeled themselves the moment they heard all communications were down. For So-hyun and Shin A-ram, it was sad but not utterly devastating. They'd already been alone. As long as they stayed in this space, as long as he didn't abandon them, they had no major worries.
But it hit Im Na-young differently. For her, with family she wanted to protect, this news was like a death countdown. The opening act signaling its start.
Wh... what...?
The internet was just down—no immediate loss of food that might still be at her house—but panic made such rational thinking impossible for Na-young. Or maybe she'd realized it wasn't something a week or two of rations could fix.
Her hands and feet shook as she shook her head. Her face drained white, broadcasting her terror.
Pl... please. Please. Please. Please...
Deep despair flooded her, spilling from her lips.
"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..."
Seeing this, So-hyun rushed over and hugged her tight. "Unnie, it's okay. It's okay, so don't worry too much..."
Okay? How is this okay? It can't be okay! What's okay about any of this?
Mom, Dad, Da-young—maybe being chewed up out there right now. And now no way to even contact them!!! Okay? You call this okay?
The rage she'd been suppressing erupted. "What do you know!!!!! What the hell do you know!!!!!"
Tears streaming, she screamed like a banshee, converting all her sorrow into fury. Her face twisted like a demon about to shed bloody tears.
"You weren't even raped, right? What do you know? You don't even have family! Just live happily here! You can be all lovey-dovey with that oppa you call so desperately every day!!!!!"
The happiest woman in this house... Even that big-titted A-ram gets treated better than me... Why me? Why only me? What did I do wrong?
Day one: Raped. Made to bark like a dog for not being a virgin.
Day two: Held by the man who raped her, forced to shit outside.
Yesterday: Made to love that same man like he was the world's greatest lover.
"What do you know..." Her shrieking wail faded into sobbing whimpers. Na-young's body crumbled like her cries, limbs splaying as she collapsed to the floor. The collar around her neck framed the pathetic scene perfectly.
So-hyun could say nothing. She just watched. I'm sorry...
Han-seong wedged between the two women, brow furrowed in displeasure. He approached Na-young slowly and began stroking her hair.
"So that's why our Na-youngi's throwing such a cute fit—wanting me to save your family?"
"...Woof."
Na-young barked mournfully. She couldn't give up on her family yet. This was her grasping at the last rope.
She'd planned to beg when he was more smitten, but now she had no choice. Maybe he'll listen... He was satisfied, right...? He looked at me so lovingly...?
Na-young dropped to her knees, forehead to the floor. "Please... save them."
"What'd you say?"
"Please save my family!!! I'll be good forever. I'll be your sex slave for life... Just please, save my family... just them."
She curled up tight, terrified even a slight rise might anger him.
"Hey. Anyone'd think I was the one killing them. But there's something I don't like?"
"I-I'll fix it."
"Yeah? First, that outfit. If you're begging on your belly, strip naked."
"Woof woof! I'll strip!"
Na-young shed her clothes in a flash. Shorts and panties off: once. T-shirt down: once. Bra unhooked: once. Three moves, and she was stark naked, pale skin gleaming.
"Fold the clothes neatly by the bed."
"Woof...!"
"That's how a dumb bitch like you begs. Got it?"
"Woof...!"
"Hmm... I wasn't planning on this kinda thing... but something's making me reconsider."
Everyone held their breath at his hopeful words, terrified of saying anything that might change his mind.
Han-seong circled Na-young slowly. With each step, his thoughts wavered like reeds.
Sex slave begging to make another sex slave? Not a fan...
Why risk it?
But after this morning... maybe oblige her?
Thud. Thud. Heavy bare footsteps echoed.
He stopped abruptly in front of her. "Suck it."
"Woof!!!"
Na-young lunged at his crotch. Sucking dick to save her family? She could do it all day.
As she grabbed his pants and yanked the zipper—
Han-seong gripped her ponytail. Her neatly tied hair became a handle in one yank.
"Dumb bitch, not dick—suck my foot. Foot."
Na-young glanced down; his toes wiggled, confirming she'd heard right.
"O-oppa... Na-youngie likes... dick better..."
Like always when a man needed something, she defaulted to aegyo in panic.
"Yeah? Then don't."
She clung to his pant leg as he turned. "L-let me suck it. Please let me suck. I wanna suck."
"Right? You want it bad, huh?"
"Woof! Woof! Na-youngie actually loves sucking feet most!"
Tongue out, drool dripping like a dog, she crawled toward his sole, tongue extended max. Reaching his foot, she sucked his toes like candy, big toe first—slurping like a lollipop. Grit, sand, house dust—all sucked into her mouth.
"Ah, house is kinda dirty since the recent construction."
"It'sh fine, delishush... hehe... Oppa'z feet are delishush."
Unlike her words, despair painted her face. Pupils unfocused, almost scary. She looked ready to pass out, but kept sucking diligently.
Han-seong was quite satisfied. Yesterday's cute aegyo girl, broken like this? Even surprising.
The more satisfied, the more he wanted—just a bit more. He shoved his foot into her mouth.
"Guhk...!! Guh...!!!"
Big toe in, then cram to the side, shoving others in. All toes packed, pushing deeper.
"Gwaaack...!! Guhwaaak!"
Toes scraping her palate triggered gags, but she licked the intruding foot desperately—knowing each lick hastened her family's rescue.
That eternal torment finally ended. Han-seong withdrew; Na-young dry-heaved repeatedly before late gratitude. "Th-thank you."
He pressed her head to the floor with his foot. Her slender skull seemed ready to burst under his sole.
"Na-youngie."
"Woof...!!!"
"Let's play like this for three days? Then I'll fetch your family. Sound good?"
"Hea... woof!!!"
No confidence to endure three days of his torment. But Na-young barked anyway. Leaving the rest to him. For her family...