The Slave Exchange
"Huuuuaaahhh!!!"
Dong-hyun didn't stir until nearly noon. A night spent having sex with two women had left him sleeping well past morning.
It was not the behavior of a man who'd been kidnapped and dumped somewhere he didn't know. Because he understood this as a quest, his grip on reality had slipped — just a little.
He looked at the two women sleeping soundly on either side of him. One was Han Gyeo-wool, who'd been with him since the first day. The other was Jeong Min-ju, whom he'd only just met. Seeing both of them clinging to him in their sleep felt strangely novel.
Gyeo-wool had been his for a long time, so that much was only natural. But Min-ju — who'd shown such a strong-willed side when they first met yesterday — was now clinging to him with more puppy-like devotion than anyone. It was remarkable.
He'd only discovered yesterday just how much affection Jeong Min-ju had in her. Pinned beneath him, she'd whimpered and cooed, putting on every kind of seductive air. He'd even found himself wondering, Does getting subjugated change a person's entire personality?
When Dong-hyun sat up, the two women finally stirred, rubbing their sleepy eyes. Even that was adorable.
"Go wash up."
"Yes..."
The two women rose together and went into the shower. There were four shower hoses inside, so washing together wasn't a problem.
"Might as well join them," Dong-hyun muttered to himself. He got up and headed for the shower.
Inside, Gyeo-wool's slender, delicate frame and Min-ju's firm, voluptuous body made a striking contrast. Both were beautiful, which only made the comparison sharper.
The two women had been soaping each other when Dong-hyun walked in. They immediately stepped forward, working up lather to wash him themselves. Naturally, they focused on his cock.
"This is... really strange. Is a man's semen always this sweet?" Gyeo-wool asked, kneeling in front of him as she washed his cock.
Dong-hyun had been her first man, so the thought had occurred to her. She didn't know for certain — but she'd heard enough in her life to know this wasn't normal.
"Mmm... I think it's weird too. My husband's tasted so rank I spat it right out... Master's is something else. Mysterious..." Min-ju chimed in from behind him, rubbing her breasts against his back as she worked the soap in.
"Master. Can I taste it one more time?"
"No. We might have games today. I need to recover."
"Aww... Fine."
Gyeo-wool put on a mock pout and kept stroking his cock. The sight was so adorable that it sprang back to life in her hands.
"That's permission, right?"
Grinning, she rinsed his cock with water and took it into her mouth.
Sluuurp... slurp...
"I'll help too."
Min-ju squatted down behind him, spread his ass, and ran her tongue over his asshole.
"Ohh... that's good."
Being sucked from both ends wasn't a bad feeling at all. Min-ju was a married woman with a decent amount of experience, and it showed — she was proactive about it. Where Gyeo-wool was still stiff and inexperienced, Min-ju moved with real initiative.
As Min-ju licked his asshole and reached around to massage his balls and perineum, the urge to come rose fast. Gyeo-wool's blowjobs were getting better by the day, too. He came in her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop.
"I think I could live on nothing but this for the rest of my life."
The line was so funny that Dong-hyun and Min-ju both burst out laughing. Room 8, which had radiated such a menacing atmosphere just last night, was now overflowing with it.
"Let's go eat. I'm starving. Bring the others too."
"Okay."
They got dressed and left the room. When the three of them stepped out, five men and women were already waiting by the door.
The only ones who looked miserable were Lee Jung-hwan and Cho Yu-min. Jung-hwan had been getting tormented ever since he'd become a slave, and he looked thoroughly beaten down. Yu-min, for her part, looked like she'd lost weight — as if she'd been worked over all night again. The moment her eyes met Dong-hyun's, she scrambled to greet him.
The atmosphere was definitely different from yesterday, but it still had a long way to go before it was fully ripe. Still, leaving her education to Lee Won-seon had been an excellent idea.
They all headed to the cafeteria together. After they finished eating, an announcement came over the speakers calling everyone to the main hall.
In the main hall, the Joker was dancing on stage. He was an absolutely terrible dancer. It was painful to watch.
"Have you all enjoyed my passionate performance? What did you think?"
Nobody answered. Then one man spoke up.
"You're a terrible dancer. Unpleasant, frankly."
The man was Seon Woo-hyun. Dong-hyun had been keeping an eye on him from the start. He was the type to step forward and speak up on the very first day — aggressive, sharp-minded, and eccentric enough to choose confrontation even with that brain of his. And now that same man had agreed to cooperate with Yoon Jin-ju. Something about the character balance felt off.
"Ahaha... Is that so? I'll practice a bit more, then~"
The Joker laughed, looking flustered.
"Ah! There's a reason I gathered you all here. Thirty-two participants have already been divided into four teams. Each team has eight people, and to give you all some time to get to know one another, there will be no games from today through tomorrow. Feel free to enjoy the various recreational facilities in this underground space — or, as always, enjoy yourselves like animals in your rooms."
He made no attempt to hide the fact that there were CCTV cameras in the rooms. The participants already knew, so no one protested. Yoon Jin-ju's gaze did grow a little colder, though. And at the news that there would be no games for two days, some people let out sighs of relief.
"But just resting would be boring, wouldn't it? So I've prepared a special event."
The words sent a ripple through the hall.
"In short, each team selects one slave and trades them to another team."
"We don't have any slaves. If we trade someone to another team, does that person become a slave?"
Lee Su-hyun stepped forward to ask.
"Yes~ You can free any slave who comes to your team, but if a regular person is selected for the exchange, they automatically become a slave."
Lee Su-hyun's expression darkened. He'd been building his people through coexistence this whole time, and now he was being forced to give one of them up.
"Which teams are we exchanging with?"
"Excellent question. Currently the teams are assigned as Rooms 1 through 4, Rooms 5 through 8, and so on. Rooms 1 through 4 will exchange with Rooms 9 through 12, and Rooms 5 through 8 will exchange with Rooms 13 through 16."
"Who decides which slave gets sent?"
Lee Su-hyun asked again.
"Ah! That's an important question for Participant Lee Su-hyun's team, isn't it? Unlike the other teams, which have clear leaders in Participant Yoon Jin-ju, Participant Ahn Jin-woo, and Participant Seon Woo-hyun, your team has kept choosing coexistence, so you don't have a defined team leader."
Lee Su-hyun and Lee Yu-rim had been the first to choose coexistence, and they'd kept winning without turning any of their opponents into slaves. One might have taken Lee Su-hyun or Lee Yu-rim for the team leader, but everyone on that team held equal authority.
"Participant Lee Su-hyun's team will decide by majority vote. As for selecting which teammate to send as a slave — it's currently 1 PM. You have until 2 PM to decide and inform me. If you haven't selected anyone by 2 PM, two people will be sent at random, so please make sure you tell me on time~"
At the Joker's words, each team grew busy. Dong-hyun's team and Seon Woo-hyun's team already had fully established leaders. The other two did not.
"Hey, old man. You're going to the other team. Got it?"
Dong-hyun didn't even need to think about it. He was sending Lee Jung-hwan. He had zero interest in keeping a gloomy man on his team.
Jung-hwan was secretly overjoyed. He'd been terrified ever since witnessing Dong-hyun's violence in the shower.
"Ah... understood."
He answered readily and stepped forward.
"That happy about it? Want a little education before you go, then?"
"L-Let me! Please let me handle it."
Lee Seul-bi stepped forward.
"Hmmm... Fine. Won-seon, you and Yu-min go educate him. Seul-bi — if he dies, you're the one getting traded. Understood?"
"As long as I don't kill him, right?"
"Pffhahat. Yeah. That's your call."
Giving Seul-bi an appropriate carrot to keep her under control didn't seem like a bad idea. And considering what Lee Jung-hwan had done, this didn't feel like going too far.