Subjugation on Broadcast (12)
Dong-hyun flinched the moment he heard the name Yoon Jin-ju. That made four of his five subjugation targets accounted for.
"That's... a nice name."
"Oh! You think so? Anyway, it's an honor to meet a celebrity."
"A celebrity?"
Dong-hyun was curious why Jin-ju would call him that right out of the gate.
"Hmm? You don't know? Among us contestants, the name Ahn Jin-woo is already famous. The guy who scored a perfect in the first game, who chose confrontation over coexistence — and who just keeps winning. You're public enemy number one."
"Ah... is that right? I had no idea."
"Heh... honestly, I've been wanting to talk with you, Jin-woo."
"Sorry? Why?"
At Dong-hyun's question, Jin-ju flashed that easy, people-pleasing smile of hers.
"As you can see, my room number is 1. Same line as you."
Dong-hyun looked where she pointed. Sure enough, they were standing in front of Room 1.
"So... you're proposing we coexist?"
"Something like that."
"We've only just been split into the quarterfinals. In a little while the matches will lock in the semifinals. You really think a coalition this big can stay on the same team?"
He had a point. He understood the game was built on confrontation and coexistence, but if every contestant chose coexistence, there would be no winner at all. The organizers would almost certainly have rules in place to keep people from playing it that way.
"That's a fair point. Sharp as ever. But it couldn't hurt to build a little goodwill first, could it?"
Jin-ju smiled brightly.
"Well... I suppose that's true."
Yoon Jin-ju was one of his subjugation targets — someone he would have to turn into a slave. Putting her on guard from the very first conversation would have been a mistake.
"Still, we'd both have to win first, wouldn't we?"
Dong-hyun nodded at that.
"True. Sounds like you're confident you'll win, Jin-ju."
"Confident? Not really. But I'm going in determined to. You've heard the rumors about our opponents, right? They treat their women like dirt. If we lose... ugh. I don't even want to think about it."
Yoon Jin-ju's opponents were a team that had absorbed a male slave after winning — three men and one woman. Dong-hyun's own team was one man and three women, and the team he would be facing next was the same: one man, three women. The gender ratios on both sides lined up almost evenly.
"Then you'd better win."
"Heh. Same to you, Jin-woo. Oh — and Min-ju unnie is a pretty decent person. Wouldn't hurt to talk to her."
The name Min-ju. Among the subjugation targets whose identities he still didn't know, Jeong Min-ju was the most likely candidate.
"Who? Min-ju?"
"Your next opponent. Jeong Min-ju unnie. I've talked with her quite a bit since we got here. She's a little blunt, but she seems like a good person."
So it was Jeong Min-ju after all. Aside from Lee Yu-rim, Lee Su-hyun's partner, every last one of his subjugation targets had been placed in the same bracket. That was a stroke of luck.
"Ah... I chose confrontation, so nobody's been eager to talk to me. I didn't even know who she was. I'll try talking to her."
"You should. I'm sure you'll get along."
"Got it. We haven't eaten yet, so we're going to grab a meal."
"Alright. See you around."
Yoon Jin-ju waved them off. She seemed friendly, easygoing — genuinely pleasant company.
Dong-hyun's eyes drifted over her body. Her figure was striking: lean and athletic, but with unexpectedly solid muscle packed under that sleek frame.
I wonder what kind of sounds she makes at night.
To Dong-hyun, she was already nothing more than a subjugation target. That was how he approached every quest.
He took Gyeo-wool's hand and headed into the cafeteria. Lunch hour was long over, and the place stood nearly empty.
After they ate, he packed extra food for Won-seon and Yu-min. Yu-min had almost certainly gotten a serious dressing-down from Won-seon — she wouldn't be in any shape to wander around.
They carried the food back, opened the door, and walked into something he hadn't expected.
Inside the room, Yu-min stood completely naked in a horse stance, her pussy spread open, sweat pouring down her body. Her face, surprisingly, was mostly intact. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but there were no marks of a beating.
Dong-hyun had assumed Won-seon would tear into Yu-min the moment they left. Apparently it hadn't been quite that brutal.
"Master! Please enjoy Yu-min's delicious pussy whenever you want...!"
Yu-min blurted the humiliating line at him, her face burning scarlet.
"Pfft. What the hell? Won-seon, you put her up to this?"
The sheer absurdity of it made him laugh.
"Yes. I believe a slave's duty is to service her master's sexual needs."
Won-seon sounded almost proud of herself.
"You went easier on her than I expected, though."
"Ah... if you look closely, there are plenty of bruises. I left her face alone. I thought it might put you off."
Dong-hyun looked more carefully. Her thighs, her ass, her abdomen — all of it was mottled with dark blue bruises. That explained it. There was no way Yu-min, who hadn't even been fully broken yet, would have said something like that otherwise.
He reached out and touched the inner flesh of the pussy she was holding open toward him. The inside was swollen a raw, angry red — leftover from the sex they'd already had.
"Nnh..."
Yu-min let out a small moan. It clearly stung. Dong-hyun's brow twitched at the sound, and she immediately started rolling her hips. His hand wasn't even moving — she was grinding against it, trying to seduce him.
She was sharp. She'd read that flicker of displeasure and was scrambling to fix it.
Yu-min was a fitness YouTuber, but she'd done her share of livestreams and dancing. The way she moved her waist was anything but amateur.
"Oh. You've got some moves. Get over there and do it properly."
"Y-yes, sir."
Yu-min had never danced naked in front of anyone. The shame burned, but this wasn't the time to be picky.
She ran through the trending dances right there in front of Dong-hyun. The Zero Two, the Terminal — all of them filthy. When she did the Zero Two, those big breasts swung left and right in a spectacular display. When she hit the Terminal, the choreography put her ass and her pussy on full, unapologetic display.
She ran through several more. Dong-hyun had never seen a woman with a body like that dance completely naked. Gyeo-wool had danced nude early on, but that had been closer to simple choreography. This was the real thing.
Yu-min had to keep going for over thirty minutes. Her legs were already shaking from Won-seon's drill, and now she was dancing without a break, her whole body slick with sweat. Somehow that only made her look sexier.
"Hah... hah..."
She was gasping for air, but she couldn't stop. The reason was simple: Dong-hyun hadn't told her to.
"That's enough. Come here and eat."
He stopped the dance and handed her the food they'd packed. It was well past lunch, and neither Won-seon nor Yu-min had eaten since the game. They were starving.
"Thank you."
Yu-min meant it. Tears welled in her eyes again. After everything they'd put her through, even the smallest kindness hit her twice as hard.
Won-seon and Yu-min tore into the food. There was plenty — he'd packed enough for a late-night snack as well, since the doors locked at eight.
While the two of them ate, Dong-hyun sat on the edge of the bed. Gyeo-wool sidled up, smiling, and sank to her knees at his feet.
"Is this alright...?"
She asked as she tugged his pants down.
They hadn't had sex since yesterday, and Gyeo-wool was wound tight. Watching him fuck Yu-min had left her aching to be filled herself. She'd held back because she knew he needed to train Yu-min and Won-seon — but now she figured it was allowed.
"Of course."
The moment he gave permission, she yanked his pants down, wrapped her hand around his still-soft cock, and started stroking it. She licked from the head down the shaft to his balls, sucking as he hardened in her mouth.
Once he was fully hard, Gyeo-wool stood and stripped. He'd already come twice with Yu-min — this was her way of making it easy on him.
Naked, she climbed into his lap, lined the head of his cock up with her entrance, and sank down.
Gyeo-wool had never been this aggressive. Watching him with Yu-min had clearly gotten her going.