Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Savior (5)
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The entrance to the Pleasure House.
It was like a black hole.
The interior of the entrance was pitch black, and the jazz music that had been flowing out just moments ago suddenly cut off.
It felt like walking into the heart of a black hole, completely severed from the world.
My heart began to race.
-Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Walking deeper into this pitch-black darkness, it felt like wandering lost in a vast solitary cell.
Thankfully, there was a flickering red light far ahead—an exit. Ha-young pressed on toward it, step by step.
If she kept moving steadily toward that exit, she could escape this oppressive, shadowy tunnel.
-Whoooosh!
But in an instant, the red light of that sole hope began to melt away like sludge, soon devoured by black ink until all light vanished completely.
Panicking at the sudden disappearance of the exit, Ha-young grabbed hold of the figure beside her, whom she thought was her father.
"F-Father! The exit! The exit melted away!! Th-the exit...?"
But she stopped mid-sentence and froze solid.
The person sitting in what she believed was her father's chair had transformed into a horrific corpse.
And that corpse was none other than her own rotten, decayed body.
"Ugh... ughhh... ughhhhh..."
Wake up from the dream now.
This is actually solitary confinement.
You are dying.
Ha-young's mind began to crumble under the relentless whispers of the specter.
Clutching her head with both hands, she started to think that everything up until now might have been fake.
In truth, the Savior never rescued me.
I've never washed my body clean or eaten delicious food—this is all just a delusion I've conjured up.
I'm still locked in solitary, dying away.
I'm still trapped there, dying.
I'm still confined there.
I'm still...
I,
I,
I,
I,
"Snap out of it."
At that moment, her father's holy voice shook her world to its core.
Ha-young whipped her head around, following the sound of his voice in the darkness.
Her father's voice rang out again.
"Don't get lost in the drugs. It's all illusions you've created. Wake up!"
Her father's strong voice rousing her.
Ha-young shook her head vigorously.
She focused her eyes and concentrated on his voice.
Slowly, the melted-away exit began to reappear.
"That's it. Focus your mind. The exit is right there. Follow me."
-Whirrrr.
The sound of Father's wheelchair activating.
That clear noise was undeniable proof of reality.
Ha-young hurried after the source, chasing the whirring of the moving wheelchair—forward, ever forward.
And so, Ha-young escaped the endless dark tunnel.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Sweat beading on her forehead.
Here beyond the tunnel, sticky jazz music filled the air.
-Step. Step. Step. Step.
Hurried footsteps.
Several staff members in waiter uniforms rushed toward her.
Following Father's orders, they seated her in a chair and began massaging her body all over.
"Mmm... ahhnn..."
Moans escaped her lips unbidden.
Cool waves of pleasure spread wherever their hands touched.
Shoulders, soles of her feet, calves, thighs, neck, and more.
Ha-young melted into the bliss of a full-body rubdown, giggling softly.
'It wasn't a delusion. This place is real... ♥'
The waiters' hands kneading her entire body.
Waves of pleasure rippling through her.
Irrefutable proof that this was reality.
Ha-young let go of all tension, smiling in serene ecstasy.
This haven, freed from the hellish delusion moments ago, felt like a bunker discovered amid a natural disaster.
"Heh heh heh. Feels good, doesn't it?"
Father's voice sounded muffled, as if underwater.
Ha-young giggled and called out to him.
"Fatherrrr... ♥"
"Yes. I'm right here."
"Hehe. Father... ♥"
What a relief.
Thanks to Father being by her side, she hadn't lost her mind in the darkness and made it here.
His guidance had allowed her to stay in this comfortable paradise.
How great and grateful he was.
"But now it's time to pull yourself together. I promised to show you around the Pleasure House."
Father uttered some incomprehensible words and called over one of the waiters.
The waiter approached with precise steps, then fetched a small case at Father's command.
"Just enough to snap her out of the drug haze."
"Yes, sir."
Just enough to snap her out of the drugs?
Ha-young couldn't make sense of it.
But when the waiter opened the case and pulled out a syringe, she realized what was happening.
"Syr-syringe...?"
"Don't worry. It's just to sober you up from the drugs."
"..."
Father's gentle voice reassuring her.
Ha-young nodded and accepted the injection.
The sharp needle stung, and the drug flooding in shook her mind.
"...!"
A headache like her skull was splitting.
But the pain was fleeting. Her blurry vision cleared, and everything sharpened into focus.
The pleasure from before had vanished without a trace, but Ha-young returned to her normal state.
"Hm. Looks like you're clear-headed now."
"... What happened to me?"
"You got high."
"High on...?"
"The Pleasure House entrance is a narrow tunnel, and it's filled with hallucinogenic vapors."
"... I see."
"Heh heh. Unless you have tolerance like me, people suffer hallucinations like you just did. Most see negative ones, like yours."
"Like mine just now."
"Exactly. In that restricted darkness with no light or sound, that's all you can see. Humans naturally fear the void where they perceive nothing."
"..."
Ha-young nodded.
She knew better than anyone how agonizing the 'pain of nothingness'—seeing and hearing absolutely zilch—could be, so she fully understood Father's words.
"But why set it up like that? Wouldn't people hate coming here...?"
She just couldn't fathom why they'd make visitors feel that on purpose.
Wasn't the Pleasure House a place for pleasure?
So why...?
"To heighten the 'contrast.' The greater the pain, the greater the pleasure that follows."
Ha-young nodded again at Father's explanation.
She had just experienced it firsthand, so she grasped his intent perfectly.
"Alright. Now I'll show you what this place is really about. Follow me."
Ha-young followed Father into the elevator.
The building had six floors: the first was the counter, and floors 2 through 5 were the Pleasure House proper.
-Ding.
They stopped at the second floor first.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, the sounds of copulation assaulted her ears from all directions.
-Ahhnn! Hahnn! Eunggh! Ha-eut! Uuung! ♥
A long hallway lined with doors on both sides.
Small rooms abutted one another, each echoing with lewd mating sounds.
"This is where the sex slaves from Block D work. With so many cheap ones, it gets the most customers."
"Ah... So customers means..."
"Yes, outsiders. Not just anyone, though—only vetted guests."
"... I see."
"Right. Follow me."
The Savior led Ha-young to the end of the hallway.
There were two doors; he opened one with biometric scan and entered.
"Now—look at the monitors."
The room they entered was a control center.
Large screens displayed split views of the second-floor rooms.
A panorama of obscene, bizarre sex acts unfolded.
"See that one. A16 monitor."
A16 monitor.
The sixteenth in row A.
Ha-young quickly found it and focused.
A woman who looked at least 100kg was being toyed with by several men.
Three men abusing the woman on screen.
One hooked a nose ring through her nostril, grabbed her hair, and slapped her cheek.
Every slap to her face or ass, every spit and curse, made her squirt like a fountain, eyes rolling back.
"That woman? She's a regular here. Ever since she awakened to masochism, she indulges in that sadistic play daily."
"... Incredible."
"Heh heh. You were almost like that not long ago. Thoroughly broken by that guy."
Nearing 80kg, pierced nipples, darkly tanned skin, bleached blonde hair.
Though she'd dropped to 71kg after nine days in solitary, Ha-young was still wrecked.
Her armpit hair, pubic hair, and even anal hairs were overgrown and unhygienic; she looked hideous.
"But don't worry. You'll get back to normal. I'll make sure of it."
"... Thank you."
"Now, check out B7."
The seventh in row B.
An ugly man was licking a pretty woman's entire body.
She scowled deeply, spitting in his face now and then.
He lapped up even her spit, grinning ear to ear.
"Heh heh heh heh. What do those two seem like? What kind of relationship?"
The man's voracious licking everywhere.
The woman seemed to barely tolerate his perversions.
But from this alone, their dynamic was hard to guess.
"... Not sure. Looks like the man's just enjoying himself unilaterally..."
"Right, he's the customer. But he's also my slave and worker from Block D—a laborer."
"Ah... So even workers here can come as customers."
"Yes, anyone can use the place. But that woman? Not a D-rank sex slave. She's a B-rank manager."
D-rank and B-rank.
How vast was the gap?
Recalling the slave demoted to C-rank for spilling water on her and its reaction, there seemed to be huge disparities between ranks.
"You wouldn't know, but D-ranks can't even look at B-ranks. Yet here in the Pleasure House, even D-ranks can fuck B-ranks."
"... But you said only D-rank sex slaves work on the second floor. How can a D-rank...?"
"Every D-rank gets one 'summons' per year. That lets the lowest rank fuck a B-rank."
"... 'Summons' must cost a fortune."
"Yeah. At least six months' pay upfront."
A 'summons' costing six months' salary all at once.
No small price.
Yet using it to fuck a higher-rank manager suggested personal grudge.
"Want to hear why he summoned that B-rank manager?"
-Beep.
The Savior pressed the remote.
Audio from B7 blared through the speakers.
The D-rank man resumed licking every inch of her body.
The B-rank woman trembled with humiliation, fists clenched.
Cracks began forming on her poised, beautiful face.
Tears trickling, fists shaking—the B-rank woman endured.
The man pursed his lips, gathered spit, and dripped it into her mouth seven times straight.
Then he spat on her belly and spoke.
Grudgingly, the woman assumed a naked dogeza pose.
The man looked down satisfied, spat on her head, and stomped it.
She began her apology in that position.
The woman's face brightened as she lifted her head.
But his next words iced her expression over.
She flopped back, spread her pussy with a resentful glare.
The man chuckled and approached.
He thrust his raging, monstrous cock deep into her.
[Huuung-! ♥]
She moaned instantly upon penetration.
The man embraced her and began pistoning.
Father watched, chuckling lowly.
"Heh heh heh heh heh... That guy's got skills? And a solid dick too."
True to Father's word, the man's tool was impressive.
Inferior to Master or Father's, but enough to wreck most women.
And thirty minutes in, they were entwined like lovers, kissing passionately.
She moaned, clinging to him.
He stroked her hair, thrusting steadily.
Legs wrapped around his waist, she murmured.
The woman fell to the man in just 40 minutes.
Father smiled approvingly at his skills, noting his name.
Then he activated his mechanical chair and headed out.
"Follow me. You've seen enough of the second floor. Time for the third."