A Bully's Expertise
The NSA's state-of-the-art rubber-hose cryptanalysis technique was a total bust. Does this mean I can't release Minji or the female cop, and I'm stuck here forever? Unlike Minji, if the cop doesn't return within a certain timeframe, backup will definitely be dispatched. What the hell should I do? I've already tried plugging something into the three lower holes at least once. Should I try a different hole? The human body has plenty of openings, after all. Since the thought crossed my mind, I decided to go for it. Let's start with the belly button—even if it gets ruined, it won't leave her disabled. I went back to my place and grabbed a needle and syringe. I'd bought them a while back, intending to use them to train the stray cats that refused to listen and kept wailing under my wall, but they'd just been sitting around.
"P-P-Please don't..." The female cop was utterly terrified the moment she saw the syringe. Haha, I can control Jihye's emotions! She probably thinks I'm some kind of psychopathic serial killer. And here I am, going through all this trouble just to brand her without leaving any permanent scars on a pretty girl. "Don't be scared. It's just a little injection in your belly button." I pulled up Jihye's shirt and began to knead and squeeze her soft, white belly fat. Seeing how much she absolutely loathed it made me incredibly aroused. "Hehehe. You'll grow to love it soon enough." Jihye looked at me as if she were staring at a monster. Don't worry. You won't be able to make that face for much longer.
I filled the syringe with tap water, tore open a fresh needle from its packaging, and attached it. Even I know better than to use a contaminated needle. I gently pricked the surface of her navel and pushed the plunger, injecting the tap water. "Ugh... ah..." Jihye seemed to be in even more agony than when her hymen was ruptured. They say rape is a crime worse than murder, a destruction of the soul, but there's no way that's true. "Aaaagh!" As I kept pumping tap water under the skin of her belly button, Jihye screamed bloody murder. But then, she suddenly stopped. She looked around as if searching for something. What the hell is she doing?
"Do you have any string or rope in the house?" Out of nowhere, Jihye had completely composed herself and was asking for a cord. I handed her the nylon rope I had used to tie up Minji. "Cut it to a decent length, please." She sure is demanding. I don't know what she's planning, but I might as well humor her. I cut it to about 1.5 meters. I had slipped a box cutter into my pocket before coming over to Minji's place, so I pulled it out and sliced the rope. Jihye gripped the rope in one hand and suddenly whipped it downward. The nylon rope sliced clean through the stainless steel countertop of the sink. What the fuck? "What the hell was that?"
"I just awakened an ability. Earlier, when you put your hand on my stomach, a message popped up saying I was branded by Park Doyoung, but I just ignored it because I had literally just been raped. Nothing else seemed to change at the time, either." Is it finally time to test the emotional bonding of the Brand? "Then suck my dick." "Why should I?" Well, that didn't work. "You're branded, so why aren't you listening to a single thing I say?" "Because sucking dick has nothing to do with emotional bonding. It's your own ability, and you don't even know how it works?"
"If I unlock your handcuffs, are you going to shoot me with your revolver or report me to headquarters?" "Of course not." "Why the hell should I believe you?" Choi Jihye fell silent, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. Then, she suddenly climbed onto the bed and got down on all fours in a cat pose. "Then do you want to take my backdoor virginity too?" Jihye glared at me as she made this bizarre proposition. "I thought you said you weren't a sex slave?" "If you lose a fight, you might as well take it like a man and let the winner have a turn." What is this crazy bitch talking about? I thought about it for a second. This was the same girl who had willingly masturbated her own urethra. Offering up her anal virginity wasn't enough to earn my trust.
"Then how about we do another round of injecting water into your belly button—the thing you said was more painful than the 'destruction of your soul'?" "Destruction of the soul? I don't know what that is, but do we really have to do the belly button injection again? It hurts like hell." "That's the only way I'll trust you." "Fine." Now that she's a bit more comfortable, this bitch is already dropping her honorifics and speaking casually. It seems even with the Brand active, it doesn't grant absolute, unquestioning obedience. Jihye picked up the syringe I had left half-empty and plunged it into her own navel. "Ugh... mmph... ah..." Groans slipped through her teeth as she fought the pain. But I watched her closely until she had injected every last drop of the liquid. It looked excruciating, but if she was willing to go that far, I could probably trust her.
There was no more time to hesitate. "Answer it," I ordered. Choi Jihye picked up the radio. "Haenggung 2 receiving. Current location is Haenggung Officetel, 18 Haenggung-ro, Haenggung-dong, the reported address. It appears the caller mistook the sound of a neighbor's TV. I will continue patrolling the perimeter." Seeing her file a false report proved that the Brand was working perfectly. Since she couldn't exactly return to the substation with her face looking like that, she claimed she was going on patrol. "Good job," I praised Choi Jihye after she cut the transmission.
"By the way, how old are you to be a cop? You look incredibly young." "Twenty-one." "Is it even possible to become a cop at twenty-one?" "I passed the exam on my first try. I graduated from the Central Police Academy last year, and it's been a few months since I was stationed at the substation." "What's the Central Police Academy?" "It's where they train rookie officers." I unlocked Choi Jihye's handcuffs. She put her clothes back on, but instead of heading out to patrol, she just sprawled out on the bed. Unfortunately, she was wearing her pants uniform rather than the skirt dress uniform. "I thought you said you were going on patrol?" "The world is a total mess right now, so I can just find a quiet corner to slack off and kill time, Husband." Choi Jihye smirked, curling one corner of her lips up as she gave me a sly, fox-like eye smile. Husband? Has she lost her mind because of this emotional bonding thing? The Brand's effects are incredible!
"Also, when I was first assigned to the Haenggung Substation, I found a hidden camera in the locker room. I had a strong feeling it was the chief's doing—he'd been making sexual comments and trying to touch my shoulders and arms from day one. So, I turned on the recording app on my smartphone, grabbed the hidden camera, and marched straight to his office." As she spoke, Jihye slung her arm around my shoulder. It felt like a delinquent guy trying to awkwardly mimic the seduction techniques he'd half-learned from delinquent girls. Still, having her breasts—which, while not massive, were definitely larger than Minji's—pressing against me felt pretty damn good. "He panicked and started babbling excuses. Ever since I got that recording on him, he hasn't been able to say a word to me, even when I slack off on the job."
Now that Choi Jihye was sorted out, it was time to let Jeong Minji out of the bathroom. I opened the door. Inside, Jeong Minji sat with her face completely hidden behind her tangled hair. Choi Jihye looked at her and turned to me. "Who is this?" Jihye grabbed Minji by the hair, yanking her head up to get a clear look at her face. "Ugh~ isn't this that smelly camper van beggar? Is your mommy still working as a school cafeteria lady?" Jeong Minji froze the moment she saw Jihye's face. Could the bully Minji mentioned yesterday be Choi Jihye? Looking at the way Jihye carried herself, she certainly fit the bill. "Do you two know each other?" I asked. Jihye replied, "Of course we do. I was her personal bully back in school. But honestly, Minji is just so much fun to torment." I had to agree. Minji really was a blast to mess with. Her reactions were always top-tier.
"Hey! Camper beggar! I thought you ran away after graduation because I didn't see your camper van parked in front of the school anymore, but you were hiding out here all along?" Was the reason Minji only commuted between home and work, locking herself in her room on weekends, because her high school bully lived nearby and she was terrified of running into her? Either way, if Jihye was her high school bully, she'd probably be excellent at training her. "Do you want to try training her? I've been trying, but she won't submit, so I can't get the Brand to take." "That's a piece of cake. Just wait a second. I'll go back to my place and grab a voltage converter and some tools I used back in high school."
Choi Jihye returned ten minutes later, carrying a small machine equipped with a dial. The moment Minji saw it, her limbs began to tremble violently as she thrashed in panic. "S-S-S..." Minji couldn't even form proper words. "It's really been a while. Or has it only been a year? Did you miss the taste of my electricity? Just wait a second." Choi Jihye grinned as she plugged the device into the wall. She attached the wires directly to Minji's nipples. Then, she slowly turned the dial. Minji let out a sound. "Aaaagh!" An animalistic shriek tore from Minji's throat. As the dial turned further to the right, Minji's cries of agony grew more intense. "Seriously, you're making a fuss over just this much?" Jihye mocked her.
"That was just a little teaser. Now, let's start for real." Jihye pulled a coiled hose out of her bag. Just the sight of the hose made Minji cower in terror. "Why are you pulling out a hose all of a sudden?" "This is the absolute best tool for educating outcast bitches. The braided hoses with the mesh patterns that people use to water their gardens are the most common in households, but those are just ticklish toys kids play with. What you really want is a heavy-duty rubber hose—either an oil hose, which is commonly used for diesel, or a wire hose, which has a steel wire running through the inside." "You sound like an expert." "Well, if you want to educate our beloved Minji without leaving any permanent marks, you have to do your research. That's why I didn't use a wire hose back then. Those are reserved for things you don't care about breaking. But since you said we absolutely have to make Minji submit, I brought the wire hose along this time. I've never seen anyone fail to confess their deepest truths under a wire hose. For a weak little bitch like Minji, this will be more than enough." She sure talked a big game for someone who had folded under a torture method that didn't even compare to what she was about to do to Minji.