Another Demon Sang-gu
Sang-gu had once been an ordinary office worker at a marketing firm. Kind, patient, and quick on his feet, he rose through the ranks with surprising speed. He possessed an exceptional level of empathy, a gift that translated into an almost magnetic charm. People were drawn to him, wrapped around his finger before they even realized it.
Then one day he left that ordinary life behind. He decided to market himself, to build his own brand. What began as a self-improvement and mindfulness channel exploded in popularity. His fame spilled into the offline world. His books became back-to-back bestsellers, and a core fandom slowly coalesced around him, eventually bordering on cult-like devotion.
Still in his mid-twenties, Sang-gu was already on the road to becoming a millionaire. His reputation grew so powerful that he interacted personally with both the general public and the upper echelons of society. The small community he had started evolved into a full-fledged enterprise. To his followers, he was a warm, trustworthy leader, a spiritual guide they could depend on.
Claiming it was all a social experiment, Sang-gu collected money from his followers and purchased a mountain that included an abandoned mine, turning it into a private community. Once the village was complete, devotees from across the country poured in, many bringing their entire families. He built a grand lecture hall where he preached his philosophy, and the community flourished, dreaming of its own private paradise.
The entrance donations from new followers were staggering, but the continuous offerings from residents who commuted to outside jobs made Sang-gu even wealthier. Nominally the money was for the community, yet how it was actually spent rested entirely in Sang-gu’s hands. No one dared criticize or question him.
Little by little, the abyss inside him began to surface. On the surface, the community appeared perfect. Sang-gu carefully cultivated a false image of giving free homes to the poor, using it to draw in even more outside donations. His followers’ loyalty deepened into fanaticism. Externally he maintained the image of a benevolent leader, and his influence continued to expand. His buildings grew taller and taller.
The man who had slowly been exposing his dark inner self finally met Yeondu one day.
“I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.”
Yeondu approached him as an enthusiastic fan, closing the distance with aggressive speed. Their relationship began, and Sang-gu changed even faster. Whatever positive empathy and charisma had remained inside him was gradually poisoned by Yeondu’s cruelty.
The man who had been falling little by little eventually joined hands with criminals, a mafia organization with overseas branches. Sang-gu’s hypnotic charm seduced even the mafia boss who had first proposed the partnership, elevating him to the top position. The former domestic boss was so enthralled that he willingly handed over his seat.
A two-hundred-thousand-pyeong compound. Sixty households. A massive sports field. The Lecture Hall. Sang-gu’s five-story building. Hiking trails. A small lake park. Abandoned mine caves. Dark clouds were gathering over the entire community.
“Wake the fuck up, you sows! Lazy pieces of shit!”
Taesik’s roar echoed through the darkness. Eju and Eunhae, lying naked on the floor, jolted upright in terror. They immediately pressed their foreheads to the cold ground, prostrating themselves completely.
“We’re sorry, Master,” Eju answered, voice shaking violently.
The word “Master” now rolled off her tongue with perfect naturalness. Any trace of awkwardness had long since disappeared.
Taesik grabbed a fistful of Eju’s hair and yanked her head up.
“You stayed up all night planning your escape again, didn’t you? That’s why you’re sleeping in like a fucking pig.”
“No, Master.”
“Don’t lie to me, you filthy toilet!”
“Eek! It’s really not true, Master!”
“Stop making excuses, toilet!”
The thick slap of Taesik’s palm cracked across her face, snapping Eju’s head to the side.
“Hngh… I was wrong. Sob… sob…”
“I never believe a word out of a con artist’s mouth. Quit the fake crying.”
“Sob… Yes, Master.”
Taesik clipped leashes onto the dog collars around both women’s necks. The mother and daughter crawled on all fours toward the bathroom, breasts swinging heavily beneath them, asses wiggling so that their holes were completely exposed. Their obscene daily routine was captured in crisp high-definition on the CCTV cameras. The only thing they were allowed to watch on the prison TV was footage of their own humiliation.
Once inside the bathroom, Eju and Eunhae squatted over the toilet. If nothing came out, they had to remain there until the next scheduled time. Even their bodily functions were strictly controlled. If the urge struck between designated hours, they would have to shake their hips like animals and beg pathetically for permission. Whether that permission was granted depended entirely on Taesik’s mood.
After the degrading toilet time, they wiped their naked bodies with cold water. Back in the cell, feeding time awaited them. Taesik turned their meals into a competition.
Their entire existence had become an endless cycle of filthy games and humiliation.
“Let’s begin.”
Taesik tossed five small rubber balls onto the floor. The game was simple: the first to carry three of them in her mouth and place them at his feet won. The penalty was equally simple. If either woman’s knees touched the ground while crawling, she lost instantly.
The physically exhausting game quickly left their naked bodies drenched in sweat. Taesik watched with a sneer as they violently shook their breasts, drool spilling from their mouths while they clutched the balls between their lips.
“Haa… haa…”
Eju tired first, her arms and legs trembling uncontrollably. Beating Eunhae, who was much younger, in a contest of stamina was nearly impossible without luck on her side. Before Eju could even secure two balls, Eunhae had already delivered all three.
“Premature ejaculation in both your pussy and your stamina,” Taesik mocked, kicking the loser’s ass and shoving her into the corner.
The winner, Eunhae, received proper delivered food served neatly in a bowl. The loser, Eju, got a metal basin filled with yesterday’s scraps mixed together. She was forced to eat faster than Eunhae, like a dog stealing food.
Free time differed drastically between winner and loser. The victor had her restrictive ankle chains removed and was allowed proper rest. The loser had clothespins clamped onto her nipples, clit, and labia. In that state she became a living toy for Taesik, Sam, and Yan. Only after being drenched in semen and begging desperately for forgiveness was she finally freed from the painful clips.
With each consecutive loss, Eju’s irritation and resentment toward her own daughter grew.
Before dinner, another game began. This one involved walking with a rope pressed against their pussies. A taut cotton cord was stretched between the cell walls, bulging knots tied every ten centimeters. The first slave to complete the required number of trips while balancing on the rope would win.
Both women’s hands were bound tightly behind their backs with black armbinders. They could only balance using the soles of their feet.
They stepped onto the line. Their firm buttocks clenched, flesh quivering with tension.
“Huuuuh…”
Eju let out a lewd moan as the rope dug into her folds. Beside her, Eunhae’s breathing grew ragged from the pressure against her crotch.
“Ten round trips today. The loser’s getting wrung out, hahahaha!”
The command was given.
“Ugh… huuu…”
“Haa… haaa… hngh!”
Terrified of the punishment, they began walking as fast as they could. They rose onto their tiptoes to lessen the pressure, but the friction against their pussies refused to ease.
“Auuu… haat!”
“Aah… aaah…!”
Every time they crossed a knot, sharp cries tore from their throats. Upon reaching the wall they couldn’t turn around; they had to walk backward to return to the starting point. It was an obscene, ridiculous spectacle. Their breasts trembled violently as they struggled to maintain balance and move quickly.
The intense stimulation caused their juices to soak into the taut rope and knots.
Eju gradually pulled ahead.
“Huaaaak!!”
She screamed. After ten full round trips, she won by the narrowest margin.
The moment she stepped down, the burning and tingling between her legs dropped her to her knees. She clutched her pussy, tears pouring down her face. Yet her folds and thick thighs glistened with arousal.
“Eunhae lost for the first time in a while. We need to give her the proper treatment.”
Taesik fastened a long silver spreader bar between Eunhae’s ankles.
“Crawl faster!”
When Taesik called from the corridor, Eunhae lowered herself and began crawling. The short spreader bar made her movements painfully slow.
“Why the fuck aren’t you moving?”
“Haa… I-I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”
Eunhae crawled desperately until she reached Taesik at the end of the hallway. He removed the cigarette from his mouth.
“Stick your tongue out.”
“Heee…”
Eunhae gathered saliva and extended her dripping tongue. Taesik placed the lit cigarette directly in the center of the wet, pink flesh.
She carried it in her mouth, crawled to the trash bin, spat it out, and rinsed. The restraints made every action agonizingly slow, and Taesik continued shouting at her for being too sluggish.
“Hurry the fuck back! If you’re late I’ll chew your tits raw!”
Taesik strode ahead while Eunhae scrambled after him on all fours, but she simply couldn’t keep up.
“You deaf, bitch? Can’t you listen properly?”
“Aaaah! I’m sorry, M-Master!”
Taesik kicked her ass. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged the fallen girl. Eunhae’s breasts scraped painfully across the floor as she begged for mercy. Sweat, dust, tears, and snot quickly turned her into a filthy mess.
“Loser toilet! Spread that bitch cunt.”
“Sob… sob… Yes, Master.”
Eunhae lay on her back. The spreader bar forced her legs wide open, exposing her pussy completely.
“Look at this soaked dog cunt. You were dripping the whole time you crawled, weren’t you?”
Taesik spat on her face, pulled out his cock, and casually pissed all over her naked body.
“Open your mouth wide.”
At his roar, Eunhae stretched her mouth open. The urine-drenched girl received the last drops on her tongue.
“Ah, it stinks~.”
Taesik sprayed cold water over her body.
“Clean it properly.”
He pointed at the soaked floor. Eunhae took a small brush between her teeth and began scrubbing with great effort. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth. Once the brushing was done, she wiped up the water with a rag. Completely exhausted, sweat poured from every inch of her skin.
All the while, Eju watched her daughter being tormented. A faint, satisfied smile played across her lips.