Breaking the Stubborn Rabbit
Minji slumped, completely limp and silent, as if she had entirely given up. When I pulled my cock out, a mixture of white semen streaked with pink blood trickled down between her thighs. Virginity secured! Talk about a lucky Bolshevik! At that moment, I felt it—the distinct sensation that I could finally place the Brand. I pressed my palm against her lower abdomen, right over her uterus, and concentrated. I focused on channeling my body's energy through my hand, imagining myself stamping a seal onto her. But nothing happened. It didn't feel like the Brand had taken hold.
"What the hell?" The words slipped out of my mouth in sheer bewilderment.
Even if the zombie apocalypse had begun, the government's authority wasn't entirely dead yet. Outside, police officers and soldiers armed with live ammunition were still patrolling the streets. Feeling a sudden pang of anxiety, I scrambled to think of a way to break Minji quickly. Even the independence fighters of the colonial era couldn't withstand the torture of the Japanese military police. Surely a pathetic loser who looked like she'd been bullied her whole life would break after a single round of waterboarding, right? I stripped off her blouse and bra. As expected, it was a sports bra. A gray one, at that. Dragging her naked body, I led her into the bathroom. I plugged the sink drain and turned on the tap, letting it fill. Finally, a look of pure terror began to wash over her face. When I tried to shove her face into the water, she thrashed wildly, fighting to keep her head up. But she was no match for our difference in size and strength. Her face was forced under. "Glub... gasp... splutter..." I kept it to thirty seconds at a time; keeping her under too long might actually kill her. At first, she managed to hold her breath, but soon she was swallowing water, gasping and writhing in agony. Yet, the Brand still wouldn't take. Why wasn't it working? Overtaken by confusion, I asked her directly. "Hey. Is waterboarding not painful to you or something? Why aren't you breaking?" Minji glared up at me. Slap! I didn't particularly want to hit her, but since I had to break her to apply the Brand, I slapped her across the cheek. Only then did she finally speak. "I already went through this all the time back in school."
This bitch really was a massive outcast. Just how terrible of a bottom-tier school did she go to for waterboarding to feel familiar? "What school did you go to?" "Haenggung Girls' Information High." Her tone was blunt and informal. Guess she hasn't been beaten enough yet. But then it clicked—there was a reason she had managed to keep her virginity despite being bullied so ruthlessly. It was an all-girls high school. I scanned her room. It was a tiny studio apartment, so there wasn't much furniture. My eyes landed on a capped ballpoint pen and a bottle of cooking oil. A brilliant idea struck me. How about some sexual torture this time? I dragged Minji back to the bed. I flipped her over and forced her into a hands-and-knees cat pose. She looked back at me with a bewildered, apprehensive expression. "Keep your head down." At my command, she lowered her head again. I coated my finger in cooking oil and rubbed it against her anus, making her flinch. "Ngh..." As I slid my finger inside, she let out a strange, choked sound. After stretching her out a bit with my finger, I took the ballpoint pen and inserted it end-first. "P-please, stop." Terrified by the bizarre sensation of a foreign object, she immediately reverted to polite, formal speech. As expected, animals listen best when they're scared. I swirled the pen inside her in slow circles. Once she seemed somewhat adjusted to it, I looked around for something thicker. A lime-green highlighter caught my eye. Man, I really am a true gentleman. I could have just shoved it in by force, bleeding her dry, but here I was using lubricant and slowly stretching her open. I slid the highlighter in right next to the pen. The sheer excitement was almost too much to bear. Minji couldn't seem to hold back either, letting out low, ragged groans. "...Ngh... ah..."
"Minji, you like this too, don't you?" I asked cheerfully, my mood soaring. Minji remained silent. Slightly annoyed, I slapped her plump, though somewhat petite, buttocks with my open palm. Smack! "Ah!" She shrieked in pain. "From now on, every time you don't answer, you get a slap." Still, she didn't reply. Smack! "Ugh!" She whimpered, reeling from another hit. "Why aren't you answering? What did I say would happen if you don't answer?" "Y-you said I'd get hit again." Hearing a woman address me so submissively made me feel incredibly good. Since I basically had a slave now, I decided to push it a step further. "From now on, you call me Master." This bitch seemed to have a serious learning disability. But she shouldn't underestimate the training skills I'd acquired from taming neighborhood stray cats and wild dogs. Keep hitting them, and they'll eventually fall in line. Of course, I didn't mean I tamed those strays by beating them. I trained them the way any ordinary cat mom or dog daddy would—by feeding them. One of the reasons I loved animals was that even if you tamed them with cheap food, they would never betray you. Humans, on the other hand, had terrible cost-efficiency. You could invest endless time, money, and effort to make them loyal, and they'd still stab you in the back the first chance they got.
First, I bound Minji's wrists with nylon rope and slapped heavy-duty duct tape over her mouth to keep her quiet. Just in case she had rhinitis or something and might suffocate, I held a finger in front of her nose. Her breath was coming out normally. Then, I went back to my place and grabbed the wooden baseball bat I'd bought for self-defense. The moment Minji saw the bat, all the color drained from her face. "Minji, seeing how terrified you are, you must have been beaten with one of these before. Don't worry. If you call me Master, I won't hit you right away." "Mmph! Mmph!" With the tape over her mouth, she desperately tried to say something. Don't rush, Minji. Let's start with a few hits first. I positioned her so her upper body was on the bed while her lower half hung down toward the floor. After squeezing her bare breasts a few times, I stepped back and raised the baseball bat. I swung it with just enough force, landing a few light blows on her buttocks. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes. I peeled back a corner of the duct tape. "Sob... hic... Why... why only me..." Does she really think she's the only one in the world who experiences misfortune? Misfortune and death don't discriminate. Regardless, her spirit seemed thoroughly crushed now. Once again, I pressed my palm against her lower abdomen, right over her uterus, and tried to apply the Brand. It. Would. Not. Take! Why the hell not?! Minji, you must have had a truly hellish school life. Just what kind of things did you go through? At this point, even I was at a loss. Should I ramp up the intensity of the torture? It's not like I'm a Japanese military officer. If Minji had been born during the colonial era, she probably would have made an excellent independence fighter. Then what did that make the girl who bullied her? Someone worse than a colonial-era torturer? If she reincarnated in modern Korea, she'd probably be working as a police officer.
I decided to take a break before resuming the torture. I couldn't let her go halfway. I absolutely had to apply the Brand. If I didn't, I'd end up in prison! Come to think of it, even after taking such a beating, she still hadn't called me Master. Is that why she hadn't broken yet? I looked around her kitchen to see if I could whip up some dinner. Unlike my place, which had a standard gas stove connected to city gas, this bitch had spent her own money to install an electric cooktop. It was one of those sleek glass-ceramic ones, similar to a hot plate but much more aesthetically pleasing. She looked dirt poor, yet she had the money to install something like this? I guess she still wanted to play the part of a proper woman. Ultimately, I was too lazy to cook in someone else's house, so I just ordered some delivery chicken. Minji stared at it from the side, her eyes filled with longing. "Call me Master, and I'll give you a piece." Minji immediately whipped her head away. What a stubborn bitch. I was actually starting to get curious about the face of the bully who had tormented her. Just what kind of demon was she? After finishing the chicken and clearing away the trash, I pondered what kind of torture to try next. Once night fell, I tied Minji back up and amused myself by fondling her tiny breasts as she lay on the bed. Exhausted to her very core, Minji drifted off to sleep, while I quietly opened RadioTube to check the news.
Since I didn't own any stocks or travel abroad, this news had absolutely nothing to do with me. I didn't even own a car, so rising oil prices couldn't touch me either! A civilized person should ride a bicycle for the sake of the environment and their health, just like me. I hope all those car-obsessed losers and car-poor idiots drop dead. After skimming through the feed, I turned off the screen and went to sleep.
The next day. Today was Saturday, March 19th. Must be nice for Minji since she doesn't have to go to work on a Saturday, right? Especially after yesterday, when she was forced to drink alcohol she hated at the company dinner and got sexually harassed by her boss. She probably wanted to spend the whole day resting. For some reason, a wave of spite washed over me. I woke Minji up as she slept like a log, completely naked on the bed. "Minji, get into the front-leaning rest position." "Why?" This bitch. When I tell her to do something, she should just do it. Why is she still talking back? "Do you want to get beaten into doing it, or do you want to do it now?" Minji silently got down on her hands and toes. To break her and finally apply the Brand, I picked up the bat and started the beating again. Thwack! "Ah!" Thwack! "Ngh!" Her groans sounded sweet to my ears. Her buttocks gradually turned as red as a monkey's behind. "Ugh... hic..." She let out quiet, trembling whimpers. Because she was so tiny, even her crying was quiet. When I rubbed the baseball bat against her slit, the thick wooden shaft pressing against her made the bitch whimper and writhe, caught in a mix of tears and intense stimulation. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Right as I was playing around with Minji, the doorbell suddenly rang.