Subjugation on Broadcast (33)
Seven men and women knelt before Dong-hyun. Not one of them looked particularly tense. They knew about Yoon Jin-ju's relationship with him, and they seemed to have decided this match had been nothing more than a friendly exhibition — which was exactly why Jin-ju had never seen Sang-hoon's betrayal coming.
A staff member addressed Dong-hyun.
"Ahn Jin-woo's team is victorious. You may now dispose of the slaves before you. Will you accept them as your own, or will you set them free?"
Even that announcement barely registered with the kneeling contestants. Every one of them seemed convinced they were about to be released.
"I'll take them as slaves."
"Understood. We'll proceed."
At Dong-hyun's words, several staff members filed in and began fastening collars around the prisoners' necks. The men who already wore collars had their chips swapped out.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Only then did Yoon Jin-ju shout at him.
"About what?"
"Weren't we on the same side? This isn't what we talked about."
Her voice climbed, raw with anger.
"Huh? Since when were we on the same side? Is this how you treat your allies?"
Dong-hyun's gaze settled on Chu So-yeon and Lee Won-seon. Neither of them had clawed their way out of the shock. Won-seon in particular was still reeling — she had bitten a man's cock clean off with her own teeth, then stomped him to death. Her first kill had left her in a daze.
"That's..."
Jin-ju couldn't finish the sentence.
"If you'd really thought of us as a team, you never would have pulled that shit. You wouldn't have tried so hard to win, either."
"That's..."
She had been conflicted the entire game. It's a game. Trying to win is only natural, isn't it? The thought had circled through her head from start to finish. But Dong-hyun had spared the man who'd tried to kill him — restrained him, nothing more. The ones who had abandoned their allies in this game were Jin-ju's team, thoroughly and completely. She had nothing to say.
"I'm sorry..."
In the end, those were the only words she could get out. And once she had said them, something in her chest loosened.
The others accepted their collars without any real resistance. They figured Dong-hyun had a reason for putting them on. Even to their eyes, he came across as a rational man.
The group filed out of the game room behind him. Dong-hyun's team was finished, but Seonwoo Hyeon's and Lee Su-hyun's teams still appeared to be in the middle of their match.
Dong-hyun privately favored Su-hyun to win. Seonwoo Hyeon was talented, but he didn't seem like he could match Su-hyun. Something in Dong-hyun's gut told him so — that the finale of this game would be a championship match between himself and Lee Su-hyun. He had pictured that ending from the moment he'd first crossed paths with Su-hyun in the cafeteria.
Back in Room 8, Dong-hyun sent the other men to Room 1. He let Won-seon and So-yeon rest in Room 7, then brought everyone else into Room 8.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Gyeo-wool and Min-ju flanked him like an honor guard. Lee Seul-bi, Lee Yu-rim, and Cho Yu-min sat on the opposite bed. The only person left standing was Yoon Jin-ju.
"What should I do?"
Jin-ju spoke up, facing him.
"Strip."
She flinched.
"Fine. I'm your slave now. But I need you to promise me one thing. When we get out of here — help me rescue the others. That's all I ask."
"A slave trying to cut a deal with her master?"
"If you'll just give me that much... I'll be the best slave you could ask for. I'll give you everything."
Jin-ju looked like she had made up her mind.
"Help you get out of here... I'm one match away from the finals. If I win this thing, the prize money is enormous. Why would I walk away from that?"
The logic was sound. Winning here was a far better deal for Dong-hyun than escaping — assuming he intended to keep living in this world. Then again, if he simply finished breaking all five of his targets, he would have no further business here. He didn't necessarily need the championship. He could help Jin-ju escape, just as she'd asked.
"I don't think you're that kind of person, Master. I mean it. You don't strike me as someone who's desperate to win a game like this."
A detective's instinct, huh? Is that why she reached out to me in the first place?
Jin-ju had been watching him since he'd taken first place in the opening game. She had sensed, even then, that he was different from the other contestants.
"All right. Then what can you do for me?"
At those words, Yoon Jin-ju stripped her clothes off in one fluid motion.
Her taut, athletic body was laid bare before his eyes. Her breasts were a perfect handful, firm and beautifully shaped.
"Pretty body. Hard to believe you're a cop."
"Thank you. I'll do anything. Please... just help us get out of here. It isn't just the thirty-two of us. These people have made countless victims before — and they'll keep making more."
Jin-ju dropped to her knees in front of him and tugged his pants down. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke it, slow and deliberate. Under her soft touch, he hardened.
"Heh. No. I don't have a single reason to help you."
Dong-hyun smiled, a thin, unpleasant curve of the mouth, and pushed her head down onto his cock.
"Is that... so... But it doesn't matter anymore..."
Even after that cold refusal, Jin-ju opened her mouth and took him in.
Dong-hyun leaned back against the bed and let her work. The blowjob was thorough, almost devoted, and he seemed well pleased with it. He stretched both arms out and lay back, his fingers tapping a lazy, rhythmic beat against the mattress — like a man playing piano.
Gyeo-wool watched those fingers for a moment. Then she rose quietly and crossed to Min-ju. Min-ju saw her coming, stood as well, and the two of them slipped out through the door.
What followed was sex so intense it left nothing else in the room.
Jin-ju sucked him with real hunger — not just working her mouth but using her hands and tongue to wring every bit of pleasure she could from him. Once she felt him fully hard, she pulled off, climbed on top of him, spread herself open, and slowly sank down onto his cock.
Her pussy was already slick with arousal.
"Haaah... it feels so good... Master..."
A sweet moan spilled out of her as he filled her. Her hips rolled forward and back, riding him with a skill that was more than decent. She moved as though she had truly given him her body and her heart — following his lead, clenching around him, moaning with genuine pleasure.
She leaned down to kiss him, then slid lower and sucked on his nipple while her hips never stopped moving. The rhythm between them was so natural it reminded Dong-hyun of sex with Yuria.
They climbed toward climax together.
Gyeo-wool and Min-ju slipped quietly out of the room. They had read Dong-hyun's tapping fingers perfectly — the rhythm he'd kept up while Jin-ju sucked him off.
Sharp as ever, Gyeo-wool had recognized it as Morse code. Min-ju, sitting on the other side, had caught it just as clearly. Her time in special forces had drilled the code into her until she knew it by heart.
There was no telling where the cameras and microphones were hidden, so Dong-hyun had refused Jin-ju's request out loud. But with his fingers, he had ordered Gyeo-wool and Min-ju to uncover this place's secrets.
Jin-ju had grasped at least some of his intent, which was why she threw herself into the sex with such enthusiasm. Anyone watching the broadcast — the sponsors especially — would have believed Dong-hyun had turned her down cold. The idea that a man this close to the finals would throw away the championship to escape was unthinkable to them. And the sex itself was so violent, so consuming, that most of the cameras stayed locked on the two of them.
That bought Gyeo-wool and Min-ju a little breathing room. They began to search the facility, careful and quiet.
Then they saw the opposing team emerge from another game room. The winner, to their surprise, was not Lee Su-hyun. It was Seonwoo Hyeon.
A collar sat around Su-hyun's neck. The light had gone out of his eyes. The past few days had been unimaginably hard on him — betrayed by his own teammates, forced to send his childhood friend Yu-rim over to Dong-hyun. Losing the match and becoming a slave was the final blow.
Su-hyun trudged after Seonwoo Hyeon toward Room 9, his whole body sagging.
Gyeo-wool and Min-ju watched them go, then split up to carry out their respective tasks.