The Date Begins with Ji-yeon's Walk
Morning sunlight filters through the window.
The light falls upon Ah-young.
That warm glow feels as though it is embracing her face.
Though morning has arrived, Ah-young remains lost in dreams.
Her sleeping face looks like a princess from a fairy tale.
…She was that beautiful.
“Trill! You have a new message!”
An excessively loud notification rings from Ah-young’s smartphone.
“Hnnngh!”
Ah-young’s eyes snap open at the sound, jolting her awake.
The moment she rises, a pained groan escapes her lips, and she immediately buries her face back into the blanket.
Thump! Thump!
The instant she wakes, her hands begin to tremble.
For Ah-young, every morning marks the beginning of suffering.
Simply waking up is a torment in itself.
Still half-asleep, her mind drifting, Ah-young manages to form a single thought.
‘Ah, r-right… today is… the weekend…? Th-then… today is… d-different, right…?’
Today is not the same as usual.
Today is a different kind of morning.
Recalling this, Ah-young peeks her face out from under the blanket.
The trembling in her hands gradually fades.
She swallows hard.
She smooths her disheveled hair.
She takes a deep breath.
“Huuu, haaa…”
<Today is different.>
For Ah-young, those words were pure happiness.
Because “usual” meant enduring every conceivable humiliation and shame a woman could suffer.
“Different” meant she would not have to descend into that hell.
It meant that the daily routine of naked exposure would, for today at least, not exist.
Still wrapped in the blanket, Ah-young reaches toward the shelf.
Her smartphone, usable only for receiving messages, sits there.
She picks it up and checks the message.
As instructed, I will watch a movie with Lee Ah-young this weekend.
Exit Lee Ah-young’s room and turn left. The room at the very end is the clothing room.
Clothes and cosmetics are inside.
Please finish preparing by 11 o’clock and come down to the lobby.
Ah-young’s heart begins to race.
‘Clothes? Cosmetics…? How long has it been?’
Ah-young pushes herself upright and sits on the edge of the bed. The blanket slips away.
Swish!
Her large, beautiful bare breasts are revealed. Sunlight spills across them.
Her pale upper body glimmers.
Today, too, she is completely naked.
If it had been an ordinary day, Ah-young would once again have been forced naked into the same hell.
But today is different.
Ah-young savors the sunlight that feels especially warm against her skin.
‘I’m going to watch a movie with Kang Ju-hyeok.’
The fact itself is not what matters.
She is simply grateful that today is not that dreadful, ordinary routine.
And so Ah-young makes a vow.
Today, she will accomplish something.
She has to escape this hell no matter what.
—
Click, click, click.
A woman descends the stairs into the lobby.
A flawless face, perfect features and proportions. Large eyes, a small face, a body with ideal curves.
Lee Ah-young.
She is walking down wearing clothes—not naked.
Wearing proper clothes should be ordinary, yet seeing Lee Ah-young in decent attire is an extremely rare sight.
She radiates far more sexiness and beauty than when she is naked.
Moreover, her lightly made-up face looks… truly perfect.
Click. Click.
The sound of her heels striking the floor.
She walks across the marble she usually traverses barefoot, now wearing shoes.
Today, Ah-young does not feel the cold of the marble.
She arrives in the lobby with a far more confident stride than usual.
“Haa…”
The time is 10:58. She has arrived a little early for the 11 o’clock Kang Ju-hyeok specified.
While choosing clothes, she had nearly been late.
And… after applying makeup for the first time in ages, fixing it again and again, she had barely made it on time.
The wide, empty first-floor lobby.
Standing there in proper clothes, Ah-young looks around.
Her outfit: a thin black knit that clings to her beautiful upper body, an ivory trendy jacket over it, black slacks and heels below.
She had chosen the most ordinary-looking clothes, yet she already exudes a presence more perfect than any model.
The black knit clearly displays the size of her large breasts; the way it hugs her narrow waist and ample chest is the very definition of sexy.
Somehow, Ah-young in clothes looks even more provocative than Ah-young naked… or is that just her imagination?
‘…Here… I…’
Looking at the lobby, Ah-young recalls the past.
Herself naked, wearing a collar, undergoing a strange physical examination.
The livestock life she has lived—short if counted in days, long if counted in suffering.
‘The saddest fact is… that wasn’t just the past… it’s still my reality…’
Those horrific, nightmarish times.
They are still ongoing.
And the end is still far away.
She does not know exactly how many days have passed, but she knows it will be a very long time before this livestock life ends.
Three years.
The time Kang Ju-hyeok promised.
She thinks of those three years.
…It has been a while.
It has been a long time since she last thought about her “three years.”
At first she had thought of nothing else, vowing to endure by counting down those three years…
Now even that vow has begun to fade.
Every single day is a despair that shatters a woman’s dignity.
She is too busy simply enduring the pain while waiting for “quitting time” to think about how much time remains.
…Has she adapted?
Has Ah-young gradually grown accustomed to life as a Special Livestock?
“N-no… I’m not… used to it… I’m still…”
Ah-young is in pain.
This terrible shame and suffering will never become familiar.
It merely dulls… just a little… very little…
“Lee Ah-young, have you come out?”
Kang Ju-hyeok emerges from a room on the first floor.
He is wearing a clean suit.
Is he dressed up for his date with Ah-young?
Though his outfit is different from usual, Ah-young does not even question it.
Because her body reacts on its own.
“Yes! Ah, good morning, Chairman!”
Startled, Ah-young blurts out a greeting and naturally spreads her legs.
At the same time, her hands move behind her head.
Basic Posture.
The moment she sees Kang Ju-hyeok, she assumes that humiliating stance as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
The only difference from usual is that she is wearing proper clothes.
Even clothed, habit forces her into the Basic Posture, thrusting her pelvis forward.
Normally her genitals would be fully exposed; now nothing is visible.
Yet the posture remains just as vulgar.
Ah-young has performed this vulgar pose countless times while naked.
The stance that displays everything a woman has…
Thrusting her crotch forward is shameful even when clothed.
Kang Ju-hyeok smirks at the sight and speaks.
“…Today, Lee Ah-young will be watching a movie with me. Since this is a kind of date, you do not need to greet me that way.
Just relax. Make yourself comfortable, Lee Ah-young…”
Ah-young remains bent at the waist, pelvis thrust toward him.
Her vagina, hidden beneath her pants.
Inside those pants—surprisingly—there is even underwear.
“Ah, yes! Th-thank you!”
Ah-young straightens into attention.
Watching how quickly she changes posture, it is clear her “training” has produced results.
…Though Ah-young herself would never call it a result…
“Also, I will not punish you for anything that happens during today’s date. Simply treat me comfortably.”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiles gently at her.
Yet Ah-young’s body freezes solid.
‘Wh-what does he mean…?’
The fear accumulated inside her does not vanish just because Kang Ju-hyeok speaks kindly.
When Kang Ju-hyeok smiles, Ah-young feels terror.
Even wearing proper clothes, that fact does not change.
“Yes! I-I understand!”
With her body still frozen, Ah-young forces a smile.
It is a truly beautiful smile, yet awkward.
The fear imprinted on her is not something that can be hidden so easily.
It shows plainly on her face.
Ah-young’s rigid body.
Kang Ju-hyeok approaches her.
Grab!
“Hnn!”
Kang Ju-hyeok takes her hand.
First he holds it lightly, then slowly, carefully interlaces their fingers.
His firm hand fits against her soft, pale one.
Ah-young is flustered by the sudden skinship, yet she does not pull away.
Her heart pounds wildly.
What emotion is her heart feeling right now?
“Let’s go, Lee Ah-young. I have already decided everything we will do today.”
Holding her hand, Kang Ju-hyeok walks toward the main lobby exit.
Ah-young naturally follows.
Their intertwined hands.
The warmth of Kang Ju-hyeok’s firm hand… Ah-young can feel it.
She cannot stop her hand from trembling.
Is this feeling fear? Or something else…
Of course… it must be fear of this demon.
Of course… it has to be…
Creak!
The main lobby door opens, and Kang Ju-hyeok and Lee Ah-young step outside.
—
Smack!
A groan filled with pain echoes.
The sound of a woman suffering… coming from outside… what is it?
“Kk, kk… kkuuuh… kk, kk…”
“Ah, Ch-Chairman, Ch-Chairman! H-here, here it is, sir!”
The moment the door opens, an utterly miserable scene unfolds before them.
A sight Ah-young has never, not even once, imagined spreads before her eyes.
She had thought they would go straight to a movie theater…
In other words, outside the building.
Yet—
“Ah, aah…”
With Ah-young’s sigh, a naked woman crawls out of the doghouse located outside the building.
The very same doghouse Ah-young had once been kept in.
“Kk, kkuhuh, kkuuuuuaaaah! Kkuuuaak!”
Smack! Smack! Smaaack!
“Ji-yeon noona~ You have to come out quickly! Ah-young noona is here too~!”
A man speaks to the woman crawling from the doghouse in an overly cutesy tone.
His youthful appearance and somewhat lacking behavior.
It is the faces of those “young men” she has not seen in a long time.
And the woman crawling out is…
Lee Ji-yeon.
That wicked nurse… crawling out of the doghouse completely naked.
The men slap Lee Ji-yeon’s buttocks with their palms.
Again and again, delivering powerful smacks.
Smack! Smack!
Lee Ji-yeon’s buttocks are already bright red.
They look as though they are bruised… completely flushed.
Smaaack!
“Kkkuuuh…!”
Lee Ji-yeon’s expression holds no trace of hope.
Ah-young remembers her as rather pretty, yet with her tangled hair and dust-covered face, that prettiness is nowhere to be found.
She looks nothing short of miserable.
Normally Ah-young would also be naked like Ji-yeon.
But standing before the fully clothed Lee Ah-young, Ji-yeon appears even more wretched by contrast.
Kang Ju-hyeok, still holding Ah-young’s hand, leads her to a chair placed in front of the doghouse.
He sits down naturally.
Ah-young follows and takes a seat as well.
Lee Ji-yeon lies flat on the ground, completely naked.
She is far too close to the seated Ah-young.
Ah-young stares at Ji-yeon with a half-dazed expression.
Ji-yeon, too, looks up at the people who have come to sit before her.
There is not a single positive emotion in her eyes.
Her bare skin trembles pitifully.
Kang Ju-hyeok gently holds Ah-young’s hand and leans close to her ear.
He whispers.
“This is the first part of our date today, Lee Ah-young.”
“Hee… Yes… I-I… understand…”
“I hope you enjoy the show.”
“Yes… Chairman…”
“Kuhaha! Excellent!”
Ah-young’s hands begin to tremble.
Because the state of Lee Ji-yeon before her eyes is so pitiful it borders on horrific.
The men continue slapping Ji-yeon’s buttocks for no reason.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Their weapons are simply their hands.
Those palms strike her buttocks without the slightest mercy.
It must hurt terribly.
Her buttocks are already covered in countless welts.
Over those marks, the men’s handprints continue to be layered.
“Ugh, uuu… kkuuu…”
A groan buried in agony escapes.
Ji-yeon’s unfocused gaze suddenly turns toward Ah-young.
Then, wearing an expression of extreme pain, she begins to scream.
“Ha… ha… L-Lee Ah-young…? Lee Ah-young? Y-you! You fucking bitch!”
The moment she sees Ah-young, she loses control of her excitement.
Ah-young cannot immediately understand why she reacts this way.
Does she believe Ah-young is the cause of her suffering?
At the same time, the naked woman lunges toward Ah-young.
Though she charges, she is not threatening in the slightest.
Her movements lack any strength.
She merely flails about naked, looking ridiculous…
Yet Ji-yeon wears an expression of tremendous rage.
Clink!
“Kkuuuu!”
The woman lunging at Ah-young is stopped by something and forced to halt.
With a pained groan she collapses to the floor.
The black cord connected between her legs pulls taut, stretching a certain part of her body and delivering both pain and pleasure.
“It… it hurts… it hurts! Aaaah!”
Ji-yeon’s hands clutch and rub frantically between her legs, as if trying to soothe the pain.
Something long and stretched…
That is… definitely her clitoris…
The black cord between Ji-yeon’s legs is still attached to her clitoris.
Her clitoris, swollen far more grotesquely than before.
The black clitoral ring still encircling that enlarged organ is clearly visible.
Just looking at that body part…
Fills Ah-young with pity and sympathy as a fellow woman.
‘Th-this is… too much, Kang Ju-hyeok… Chairman…’
Ah-young glances sideways at Kang Ju-hyeok, who is still holding her hand.
But after only a brief look, she turns her gaze back to Ji-yeon.
She does not want to be scolded for no reason.
Instead of a collar, Ji-yeon is restrained by…
a Permanent Clitoral Ring.
The ring fused to her clitoris is connected via the black cord to a metal stake in the ground.
The clitoral cord has replaced the collar.
What restrains Ji-yeon, forced to live in the doghouse, is not a collar but a clitoral cord.
It is an utterly grotesque and vulgar restraint.
Restraining someone using their genitals… what kind of situation is this…
She finds herself thinking that a collar would be better.
To think the day would come when she would prefer a collar… she never imagined it.
One of the young men refers to the cord as the “pussy cord.”
“Hey, Ji-yeon noona! You still haven’t taken off the pussy cord! What kind of embarrassing display is this by yourself!
And you shouldn’t charge at Ah-young noona like that! Geez, how pathetic!”
One of the young men approaches Ji-yeon.
He grabs her hair.
Ji-yeon struggles, looking even more miserable.
“Hii! I-I was wrong, I’m sorry! Ugh!”
The fallen woman’s head is yanked upward toward the sky.
Extreme fear is visible in Ji-yeon’s unfocused eyes.
Her naked body is helplessly dragged upward by the man’s hand.
“Today~ shall we take a ~ longer~ walk~?”
“N-no, don’t! P-please! I-I beg you…”
“Ji-yeon noona, time for a beating!”
Smack!
“Kyaaaaah!”
This time the man slaps Ji-yeon across the face with his palm.
“Kkuhihihihit! Does it hurt, Ji-yeon noona~?”
“S-save me, please save me…”
Smaaack!
The man slaps Ji-yeon’s cheek several more times.
Smack! Smack!
“I-I was wrong! P-please!”
“Noona~ You’re very different from Ah-young noona, you know that?”
“Y-yes, I-I know! P-please stop hitting me… please!”
“You’re not allowed to charge at people! Because our Ji-yeon noona is a beast!”
Ji-yeon clasps her hands together and begins begging desperately.
Her cheeks are flushed red, and a single tear rolls down her face.
The scene of violence unfolding before her eyes.
And the utterly miserable sight of Ji-yeon wearing the Permanent Clitoral Ring.
Kang Ju-hyeok and Lee Ah-young watch it all.
Kang Ju-hyeok wears an amused expression.
Ah-young, on the other hand, cannot hide her shock.
‘Even with that clitoral accessory attached… isn’t that enough…?’
The woman before her eyes.
Ji-yeon’s face looks so wretched.
The moments Ah-young herself had thought were miserable now feel like child’s play.
The Ji-yeon before her is far more miserable than Lee Ah-young…
Permanent deformation of the clitoris.
The once-precious female organ, now grotesquely swollen, has taken on a bizarre shape.
The ring and weight permanently fused to it.
And even now, as the weather has grown quite cold…
Ji-yeon remains naked and chained outdoors.
The Ji-yeon before her eyes is receiving a punishment far too severe and excessive to be called simply reaping what she sowed.
While Ah-young watches the violence with trembling pupils, Kang Ju-hyeok speaks to the young men in a low voice.
“Twin employees, introduce your pet to Lee Ah-young.”
‘P-pet…?’
The man holding Ji-yeon’s hair and the other standing quietly behind him.
These two “youthful, somewhat lacking men” seem to be called the “twin employees.”
They drop Ji-yeon’s hair onto the floor and answer Kang Ju-hyeok.
Ji-yeon collapses limply.
Thud!
“Y-yes, I-I understand!”
“Y-yes yes! M-me too!”
The two men still look somewhat foolish.
But after witnessing their violent behavior moments ago, Ah-young can tell how dangerous they are.
Pure evil itself…
When facing Kang Ju-hyeok, they stutter badly.
One of the men removes the rectangular “weight” connected to the metal stake.
The stake that had fixed Ji-yeon’s clitoris via the cord.
Once the weight is removed from the stake, Ji-yeon’s primary restraint is released.
Clink! Clink!
Click!
He unlocks the padlock and pulls out the weight.
He brings the weight in front of Ah-young’s eyes.
…This weight is connected to Ji-yeon’s clitoris through the metal cord.
When the man lifts the weight, the cord attached to Ji-yeon’s clitoris is pulled upward.
“H-here! This is Ji-yeon noona’s Permanent Clitoral Ring!”
“Ah-young noona! You saw this last time, right? We made the size even bigger, hehe…”
The man lifts the weight right in front of Ah-young’s face and pulls it slightly closer.
The cord grows taut.
Suddenly, Ji-yeon’s scream rings out from behind.
Because the man lifted the weight, Ji-yeon’s clitoris has been pulled toward the sky.
“Kyaaaaah!”
The taut metal cord.
Ji-yeon, still collapsed on the floor, begins crawling toward Ah-young’s chair.
The closer Ji-yeon approaches, the more slack the cord connected to the weight becomes.
She crawls forward slowly, pelvis thrust out.
Even that movement looks vulgar and pitiful.
Her vagina is fully exposed right in front of Ah-young and Kang Ju-hyeok, yet she shows no sign of shame.
Ah-young sees Ji-yeon’s vagina…
Her clitoris, swollen to an enormous and grotesque size…
Resembling a small male organ… as though it is erect…
The clitoris being lifted into the air along the cord…
Ah-young cannot bear to look at that miserable vagina any longer.
Meanwhile, the young man continues his explanation without caring about Ah-young’s reaction.
“A-and! Look over here!”
“Hii!”
The man flips the weight over, revealing the back side that had been hidden.
What Ah-young sees is… a card with Lee Ji-yeon’s ID photo attached.
It is Ji-yeon’s identification card.
It really does look like they have attached Ji-yeon’s actual ID.
Ah-young lets out a small sigh.
Ji-yeon’s ID is welded onto the back of the weight.
It looks as though it has been melted and fused to the weight.
‘Th-this is… too…’
Attaching an ID to a weight that must be dragged by the clitoris…
This seems perfectly designed to destroy a person’s identity.
“W-we attached Ji-yeon noona’s ID to the accessory so she has to drag this ID across the floor!”
“A-and! Because the ID is attached, Ji-yeon noona cries whenever she looks at it! Ehehe!”
“Th-that’s right! And when she looks at the photo, she cries every night! Hehe…”
Ah-young nods silently.
Though the sight is horrific and shocking, she has to look good in front of Kang Ju-hyeok, who is holding her hand.
She must hide her emotions and keep nodding.
‘Isn’t this too much?’
‘This is too cruel.’
These thoughts remain only in Ah-young’s mind; she can never voice them.
Just like Kang Ju-hyeok… Ah-young also pretends to enjoy the scene…
“A-also… when we take her for walks, we inject aphrodisiac into her clitoris!”
“Th-that’s right! When we inject it with a syringe, her clitoris gets bigger! It doesn’t hurt! It gets erect! Hard!”
“So she begs us every day… to inject her. If we do it, her clit gets bigger, you idiot! Ji-yeon noona!”
The two men continue explaining while looking at Ah-young.
The more she listens, the clearer it becomes that Ji-yeon is far more miserable and unfortunate than she is.
Ji-yeon is trapped in a misfortune whose end she cannot even see.
Ah-young at least has the hope that she only needs to endure for three years!
Ji-yeon does not even have that.
That large, grotesquely deformed clitoris…
Even if Ji-yeon is eventually released, restoring it would be difficult.
“A-also, Ji-yeon noona’s food is……”
“……”
Ah-young merely nods at the rest of their explanation.
She does not want to focus on those cruel details.
The men continue with various explanations.
After several minutes, Kang Ju-hyeok speaks.
“Now, show us her walk.”
“Ah, ah! Y-yes! Understood, Chairman!”
“First without the aphrodisiac… then after injecting the aphrodisiac. How about letting her walk like that?”
“Y-yes! Understood! Th-then… I’ll go first, and then…”
“Ah, do as you like…”
‘Walk.’
The moment the word is spoken, Ji-yeon’s body convulses violently.
She lifts herself and once again clasps her hands together, begging desperately.
She spreads her legs wide toward the lifted weight, displaying a vulgar appearance.
More than the fact that her vagina is exposed while she lies naked on the ground…
The upcoming “walk” seems to be what she fears most.
Tears already seem to be welling in her eyes.
“Ha, haa… haaah! P-please! The walk, d-don’t! I can’t do it without… p-please!”
“Ji-yeon noona, no, what kind of embarrassing display is this! We have to show them what we’ve accomplished!
Even without the aphrodisiac, you can pull that thing just fine with your clitoris! Right? Like always! Let’s do it!”
“C-crazy… crazy… ha, haa… p-please… th-then at least… inject the aphrodisiac… please…”
“No, the Chairman said to do it with the ‘raw clitoris’ first. One lap without it!”
“N-no! No! I-if I do it raw, it really… hurts so much it feels like I’ll die…!”
Whiiish!
Smack!
From the side, another man approaches and strikes Ji-yeon’s buttocks with a thin metal riding crop.
The sound of the crop cutting through the air and the crisp impact against her skin.
Just hearing it makes it clear how painful it must be.
“Noona~ Let’s go! Get up! Want another hit?”
“Huu… huuuh… huuuu… uwaaaah!”
Ji-yeon bursts into tears.
She rises from where she had been lying on the floor.
Her breasts—
no longer the ordinary breasts from before… now much more unkempt…
And between her legs…
her vagina and pubic hair are visible.
Yet from above that vagina, something hangs downward.
A single long piece of flesh stretches down at least ten centimeters, resembling a young boy’s penis…
It is Ji-yeon’s clitoris.
The black cord connected to that clitoris is also attached to the weight on the floor.
Resting on that weight is Ji-yeon’s ordinary “resident registration card.”
Ji-yeon must now drag this weight using her clitoris.
And…
that is “Lee Ji-yeon’s walk.”
Clack! Clack!
The men pull Ji-yeon’s arms behind her back and fasten restraints.
“Huu, huu… huu…”
Whiiish!
Smack!
“Kkuuuuaaaah!”
“Now, Ji-yeon noona~ Let’s go! Ah-young noona, enjoy the show!”
The man strikes Ji-yeon’s buttocks with the crop.
At the same time, Ji-yeon begins walking forward.
She takes a step, then another, moving forward.
Around the third step—
Ji-yeon suddenly stops.
From Ah-young’s viewpoint, she can see Ji-yeon’s back and her buttocks.
The clitoris hanging below those buttocks is being pulled downward.
And… the weight resting on the floor… shifts slightly.
“I-it’s… too… too painful…”
Whish!
Smack!
“Kkiiik!”
“Go! Noona! Go! Quickly!”
Every time the crop strikes her buttocks, a welt rises on Ji-yeon’s skin.
Terrible pain…
Ji-yeon forces her feet to move.
She walks forward.
Barefoot… stepping on the ground.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
The weight on the floor—
the weight hanging from Ji-yeon’s clitoris—
is dragged across the ground, following her.
“Huu, huuuh! Huuuu!”
A groan filled with agony echoes.
Ordering her to pull that lump with her clitoris seems impossible from the start.
The weight inches forward little by little.
Leaving marks on the ground as it is dragged.
With every small movement, Ji-yeon lets out a pained moan.
Her trembling back looks utterly wretched.
Ji-yeon begins her bizarre walk—
pulling the weight with her clitoris while dragging it across the floor.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
“Ha! Haa! Haaah! Kkuuuaaaah!”
Ah-young listens to Ji-yeon’s agonized cries.
Should she pity that woman…?
…She is the woman who tried to ruin Ah-young.
…She does not know.
Ji-yeon was certainly a demon, but…
After meeting a true demon…
she is suffering far too much…
Ah-young decides to stop thinking altogether.
Ah-young looks to the side.
Kang Ju-hyeok is still tightly holding her hand, fingers interlaced.
This demon is holding Ah-young’s hand.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
Whish!
Smack!
“It… it hurts… it hurts so much!”
That weight being dragged across the floor…
The sight of Ji-yeon’s clitoris stretching even further.
Ji-yeon writhing in pain.
The corporal punishment being inflicted on her buttocks.
Ah-young prays that the scene before her eyes will never happen to her.
Watching Ji-yeon, strength involuntarily gathers in Ah-young’s body.
Ah-young… is watching someone suffer.
Ah-young, who has always been the victim… now feels as though she has become the perpetrator.
Rattle!
“Haaah! Haaah! Huuuaaaah!”
Every uneven texture of the ground is transmitted through Ji-yeon’s delicate clitoris.
Using only that fragile body part… she bears the weight of the heavy object… and drags it forward.
…This miserable sight…
is unfolding right before her eyes.
A scene so unbelievable that even writing it down would seem false… is happening now.
Ji-yeon walks.
She moves away from the chair where Ah-young sits.
Gradually, the marks left by the weight on the ground grow longer.
Ah-young forces the sympathy that keeps rising in her heart back down into its depths.
That woman deserved it… she tells herself… and forces a smile.
She squeezes Kang Ju-hyeok’s hand tightly.
Kang Ju-hyeok feels the pressure and turns his head toward Ah-young.
He smirks.
Ah-young cannot understand what this man is thinking at all.
From the moment she was first kidnapped until this very second…
she has never been able to guess what thoughts occupy his mind.
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
“I-I… can’t do it anymore… it hurts too much… even the… stones on the ground…”
Ji-yeon, eyes brimming with tears, begins begging the man holding the crop.
“Ah-young noona! Are you watching properly?”
“No, everyone’s watching! Fuck! Take it easy! Ji-yeon noona!”
Whish!
Smack!
“Kkiiik!”
Whiiish!
Smack!
“Ah! Aaaah! Aaaah! S-still… my clitoris… feels like it’s going to tear… p-please…”
After moving roughly ten meters, Ji-yeon collapses to the floor.
It seems she is trying to avoid the crop striking her buttocks, but the two twin employees do not appear to regard Ji-yeon as human.
…In other words, her resistance is meaningless…
“Huu… huuuh… my… my… genitals… why… why… does it… have to… become like this…”
Ji-yeon is crying.
One of the men approaches the seated Ji-yeon.
“Ehh… with that little patience, you’ll be doing this every day, you know?”
“A-at least inject the aphrodisiac… th-then… I can walk… properly…”
“No, if we inject that, your clitoris will keep getting bigger! That’s already drug abuse!”
“I-I… right now… I feel like I’m going to die… please…”
“No, I can’t go easy on you today! The Chairman said ‘raw clitoris’! Fine, I’ll help you!”
“E-eh? Ah, a… aaaa…”
The man wraps his forearm around Ji-yeon’s head in a headlock.
Ji-yeon struggles, but with her arms restrained behind her back, she has no chance of overpowering him with strength.
“Kkuh! N-no… please…”
“Noona, if you fall, we’ll keep walking even after the Chairman leaves! Got it?”
“Th-that’s… wh-what…”
The man holds the struggling Ji-yeon tightly.
Then he makes a gesture as if preparing to run.
“Now! Let’s go! Noona! Go!”
“N-no! Nooo! If I run, I-I’ll die!”
With Ji-yeon’s head locked in his forearm, the man suddenly dashes forward.
Pat-pat-pat-pat!
Ji-yeon is helplessly dragged along by the man’s strength.
Her feet scramble to keep up, stepping rapidly on the ground to avoid falling.
Ji-yeon also… runs.
The weight hanging from her clitoris also… begins to run.
With her head fixed in the headlock…
Ji-yeon is forced to sprint.
Thud! Thud! Rattle! Thud! Ting!
Instead of being dragged, the weight bounces and ricochets in multiple directions at high speed, almost leaping off the ground.
It catches on stones and bounces up,
falls back down,
drags for a moment, then bounces again.
The weight’s movement becomes extremely dynamic.
And…
every impact and every texture of the ground…
is transmitted directly to Ji-yeon’s clitoris.
“Kkuuaaaaaah! Kyaaaaah! Kkii, kkuuaak!”
A terrible scream erupts as Ji-yeon wails.
Her clitoris is flung in every direction.
Stretched long toward the weight, it drags the weight forward at high speed regardless of her own will.
“Yahoo~”
The man dragging Ji-yeon wears an extremely delighted expression.
“Kkiiiyaaaaah! S-stop! N-no please! You fucking bastard! Kkuuaaaah!”
Even though the horrific screams are coming from right under his forearm, he seems completely unconcerned.
Rattle! Thud! Rattle! Ting!
Rattle!
Thud!
“Kkiiik! Ah! Iiik!”
The sight of her dragging the weight across the yard continues.
From a distance, Ji-yeon’s clitoris is invisible.
But seeing that weight being dragged and bouncing across the ground…
one can imagine how painful it must be for Ji-yeon…
…Her screams are also utterly wretched.
Thud! Thud! Screech! Rattle!
“Kkuuuuaaaah!”
……
The naked Ji-yeon…
after running for a long time…
after sprinting across the vast yard for quite a while…
eventually returns to Ah-young and Kang Ju-hyeok.
The man who had been dragging Ji-yeon speaks with a proud expression.
“Phew~ Did you see that! Even without the aphrodisiac, our Ji-yeon noona can run just fine!”
Thud!
Ji-yeon, foaming at the mouth, collapses to the floor.
She has fainted.
She lies sprawled on her stomach with her legs spread wide.
Her genitals are all facing upward toward the sky.
“E-eh? N-noona! Ha, haha… Noona must be tired! Ha, haha! Sh-she’s not usually like this!”
Ji-yeon’s clitoris has turned dark red.
Though there are no other visible external injuries…
that body part is clearly… problematic.
It is swollen far too large, and the color… is far too dark red.
Kang Ju-hyeok frowns at the sight.
“Haa… Running like that with a bare clitoris is dangerous. Only do the walk after injecting the aphrodisiac.”
“H-huh! Y-yes! I-I’m sorry… Ch-Chairman!”
The two men bow their heads and begin trembling.
Even to them… Kang Ju-hyeok is an object of fear…?
“Treat that yourselves. Contact the medical team or apply medicine, whatever it takes.”
“Y-yes!”
Kang Ju-hyeok had been smiling while watching Ji-yeon run.
Even in this demon’s eyes…
Ji-yeon’s clitoris must have looked serious.
“Haa, that’s enough. We’ll stop Lee Ji-yeon’s walk here.”
“Y-yes! I-I’m sorry!”
Kang Ju-hyeok rises from his seat.
Ah-young follows and stands as well.
“My apologies. Because of those employees, the viewing time has been cut in half.”
“N-no! I-it’s fine!”
“It’s earlier than expected, but let’s depart now.”
“Yes! Chairman…”
Leaving the collapsed Ji-yeon behind, Kang Ju-hyeok walks across the yard Ji-yeon had just been running through.
Ah-young follows behind him.
The marks left on the ground by the dragged weight.
Each of these seemingly insignificant marks… was created entirely from Ji-yeon’s suffering.
‘Is… this really… a date…?’
Ah-young, dressed beautifully in proper clothes.
She is beautiful, yet filled with fear.
Is this really a date…?
Holding that doubt, Ah-young follows Kang Ju-hyeok outside.
Kang Ju-hyeok is still tightly holding her hand.
“Lee Ah-young.”
“Yes! Ch-Chairman!”
“What do you think when you look at Lee Ji-yeon?”
”…Eh…? Yes?”
At Kang Ju-hyeok’s question, Ah-young begins to ponder her answer.