Breaking Her on Broadcast (30)
Terror had a lock on So-yeon. The door had already slammed shut behind her, and there was nowhere left to run.
The game's system permitted even murder. Her life, her death — both sat entirely in that man's hands.
If she could overpower him physically, maybe she would have stood a chance. Beating a man of that size, though, was a fantasy. The two slaps Sang-hoon had cracked across her face had short-circuited something in her brain; the thought of fighting back never even formed.
So she did as he ordered. She stripped, clasped her hands behind her back, and stood there.
"You know your life belongs to me, right?"
"Yes..."
Chu So-yeon nodded hard enough to hurt.
"Good. Do exactly as I say and keep me happy, and I won't kill you. So you'd better perform."
"I... understand..."
Helplessness had swallowed her whole. There was no room left in her to defy him.
Sang-hoon stepped in and closed a hand around her breast. Even at that size, the flesh sprang back against his palm with a ripe, elastic give.
"Damn. These are incredible."
"Nnh..."
A stranger's hand was mauling her chest without the slightest restraint. Shame punched a thin moan out of her.
Sang-hoon took that for pleasure. He worked both breasts in his hands, then bent and put his mouth on her, sucking. The moment his tongue dragged across her nipple, the flesh tightened in a purely physical reflex, slowly going hard.
"You like that?"
"Yes... I like it..."
She buried every real feeling she had, the way a slave would. It was nauseating. It made her skin crawl. But Sang-hoon had been clear — the only way she was walking out of here alive was by satisfying him.
His hand drifted down, toward her pussy. The first brush against that private place made her flinch and snap her thighs shut.
"Hah. Still haven't learned your lesson?"
His fist drove into her stomach.
"Figures. A woman needs a few hits before she gets her head on straight."
"Ghhhk—!!"
So-yeon folded around the blow, clutching her belly, and dropped to her knees.
"Get up."
Agony was still tearing through her abdomen, but she forced her shaking legs to lock and pushed herself upright.
"From now on, if you pull away no matter where I touch you, you're dead. Got it?"
"I... I understand..."
His palm cracked across her cheek again before the words were even finished.
"What happened to calling me Master?"
"I understand. Master."
The word tasted like humiliation. She said it anyway.
"Better. Now spread your legs."
She opened them wide enough for him to reach her easily. His rough hand stroked over her pussy, then shoved inside without the slightest hesitation.
"Nnhh..."
There had been no preparation at all. The fingers punching into her hurt — and she could not let that show. Better to force herself to feel something, anything, so her body would at least get wet. That would hurt less, and it would keep him happy.
She let out a moan on purpose and started hypnotizing herself. Whether that was what did it or not, slickness began to gather inside her, slow and reluctant.
"Ohh. You like it too, huh? You're getting soaked."
"Haaahn... it feels so good when Master touches me..."
She poured on the sweetness, every coaxing note she could invent, working to put him in a good mood. Watching a woman this pretty, with a body like hers, fawn all over him left Sang-hoon deeply satisfied.
And then, unbidden, he thought of his leader — Yoon Jin-ju. That frank, unflappable temperament. A face and a figure that would hold their own anywhere. If he had beaten her, he would have made her his slave and done exactly this. He had lost, unfortunately. Her mercy had spared him that fate. But if the chance ever came, he wanted her on her knees at his feet, used the same way. Not that Yoon Jin-ju had the faintest idea.
"Hnnngh!! Yes... nnhhh..."
So-yeon piled it on even thicker, moaning louder than she felt.
Squelch. Squelch.
The faster his fingers pumped, the more wetness spilled out of her. A woman's body did not get this slick when her heart had gone cold — not even as a reflex. The only reason it was happening was because she was fighting, desperately, to feel something. Sang-hoon looked at the mess on his hand and congratulated himself, certain he was simply that good.
"Hahaha! Look at this fucking bitch dripping everywhere. Feels good? You like it?"
He had no technique at all — just fingers sawing in and out as fast as he could move them.
"Haaaahn! I like it... nnhh~ Master. It feels so good."
The words hit him like a spike of dopamine. His cock swelled so hard it felt ready to split.
"Good. I'll give you something even better."
So-yeon knew what was coming. She kept acting anyway.
"Master... your cock... give it to me..."
A cock would be better than this. His fingers are disgusting.
He had no idea what she was thinking. He pulled himself out and shoved into her.
Thud. Thud.
It was nothing but brute force, and So-yeon felt her insides drying out almost immediately. He was bad. Genuinely, astonishingly bad. She clenched down hard around him anyway, squeezing with everything she had. If she could make him finish fast, this would be over.
"Hhk! Hhk! This fucking bitch... squeezing like a damn animal!! Wait—hold on!!"
He had been rolling his hips, and then the orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. He had been inside her for less than a minute. The raw excitement of the situation made it almost impossible to hold back. He tried to pull out, to kill the tempo — and Chu So-yeon hooked her legs around his ass and dragged him in.
"Wai— wait!! Kh—hhk!!!"
He broke. He came inside her, helpless to stop it.
Afraid he would take it out on her, So-yeon was already moving. She sat up and wrapped her hand around the cock he had just spent.
"Master. Let me clean you up."
"Uh... yeah..."
He had been winding up to get angry. Then she offered to suck him, and the anger evaporated on the spot.
It was filthy. It made her stomach turn. It was still better than another beating.
"Mmh... slurp... does it feel good? I'll go again for you. Master. That felt amazing."
Chu So-yeon sucked him with every sweet, doting sound she could manufacture, performing the part of a woman who had genuinely loved every second of it.
"Hahaha! Still got another round in the tank!"
The praise put that pleased look right back on his face.
So-yeon finished and stood. Sang-hoon announced his victory with one arm slung over her shoulder, his other hand already back on her breast.
"I accept Chu So-yeon's surrender."
Team Yoon Jin-ju is victorious.
Winner: proceed to the waiting area.
Loser: proceed to the elimination seats.
The host's voice rang out, and the octagon door unlatched. The instant it did, Chu So-yeon slapped the hand off her chest.
"The hell are you doing?"
Sang-hoon's face went flat.
"What, you piece of trash."
"What? You wanna die?"
The sudden reversal left him stunned and furious in the same breath. He cocked a fist — and a staff member stepped through the door.
The game is over. Assault is prohibited.
"What? No — that's not—"
He had still been thinking of Chu So-yeon as his slave. The whiplash left him speechless.
"You think I did that because I wanted to? You're fucking terrible in bed. You premature piece of shit."
She turned on her heel and walked out of the octagon. Sang-hoon stood there seething, but there was nothing he could do. He swallowed it and headed back to the waiting area, ignoring the look Yoon Jin-ju cut him — sharp enough to draw blood.
"Still, I'm glad Ms. So-yeon made it out in one piece. I thought things were going to go very badly."
Dong-hyun meant it. The whole thing had been humiliating for Chu So-yeon, but she had been clever enough to talk her way out of it in one piece, and he respected that.
The words only made Yoon Jin-ju's chest tighter.
"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry is sorry. The Piece 8 sitting in front of your Piece 9 right now is Lee Won-seon. Are you going to move again?"
She had no answer. She still had not decided — whether to keep pushing for the win, or to fold.
While she sat there turning it over, Dong-hyun advanced his own Piece 5.
Piece 5 and Piece 2 have made contact.
An Intelligence Match will now commence.
Athletes from each team, proceed to Room 1.
Dong-hyun headed for Room 1. From Yoon Jin-ju's side came the man they had taken off Seon Woo-hyeon's team in the slave exchange. Glasses, the look of someone who had spent a long time in school. His eyes burned with the need to impress Yoon Jin-ju — the woman who had saved him.
Then his gaze met Dong-hyun's, and every scrap of that confidence died on the spot. He had seen what Dong-hyun could do.
The Intelligence Match ended on the fifteenth turn, when the man finally slipped. Lasting that far was genuinely impressive. It was not enough. Not against Dong-hyun.
Dong-hyun came back the winner, and Yoon Jin-ju was the one who suddenly had no time. His Piece 5 was already carving through the heart of her formation.
After a long, grinding silence, she moved Piece 9 forward.
Piece 9 and Piece 8 have made contact.
A Physical Match will now commence.
Athletes from each team, proceed to Room 3.
Sang-hoon and Won-seon went in. Won-seon was still burning. She and Chu So-yeon had never been especially close, but they had lived in each other's pockets for days as teammates — and she had just watched the woman get destroyed.
"You're pretty big for a woman. Makes me wonder what you'd look like with your clothes off."
He had already beaten Chu So-yeon, and a man his size did not lose to women. The smirk on his face said he had never considered any other outcome.
"I'm going to smash that face in."
Won-seon's voice was flat stone.
"Puhahaha! I went easy on that bitch Chu So-yeon. You? I'm going to beat you until you piss yourself. Get ready."
The laugh cut off. He looked at her properly, his expression going cold. No matter how he turned it over, he could not shake the feeling that Chu So-yeon had been the one playing him.
The two of them stepped into the octagon, and the match began.