The New Idol Sow
The door began to open with a soft click, and Cha Seol-ah’s eyes flew wide.
She was frozen in an M-shaped spread, legs splayed obscenely, both hands yanking her pussy lips apart to expose every slick, humiliating inch. Fresh cum still dripped from her freshly raped cunt, and a few torn patches of pubic hair made the sight even more degrading.
If anyone saw her like this, it would all be over.
And this might only be the beginning.
If showing a few people outside wasn’t enough, that madman could drag every biker in the stadium, every last fan-club bastard, and run a train on her until she broke completely.
He didn’t need any other reason. He simply enjoyed humiliating her, crushing her pride, and watching her submit. For him, this was more than possible—it was tempting.
That… can’t happen.
Being seen by the manager or bodyguards was one thing, but not by those pathetic fans who trailed after idols throwing away their money. And she refused to endure that shame—or worse, a gangbang—in front of lowlife biker trash.
Creak—
The moment the hinges groaned and outside light spilled into the room—
“Wait!”
A desperate scream tore from Cha Seol-ah’s throat.
I paused with my hand on the door and asked calmly, “Wait for what?”
“Just wait! Don’t open it yet, please! Fuck, please!”
Unable to move her body because of the skill, she could only scream and thrash with her voice. Maybe having her pubic hair ripped out was bearable, but dancing with her cunt spread wide in front of everyone was not.
Her crying and begging had grown remarkably obedient.
I loosened my grip on the doorknob and let out a soft chuckle. “What is it? Speak.”
With a look of pure desperation, Cha Seol-ah blurted, “I-I’ll do everything you say. Anything at all, so just close the door!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Fuck me, use me, whatever—just do it where people can’t see!”
She had lowered her tail completely, declaring she would no longer resist. The arrogant center of Angelic had finally bent her proud nose and chosen to submit.
Of course, the condition “where people can’t see” was still attached.
Since the skill forced her to obey me, she was trying to preserve what little pride she had left by keeping it private.
Of course…
Bullshit.
I wasn’t naïve enough to believe a single word from this crazy bitch. The moment this crisis passed she would flip again, scheming and plotting to escape me. That was simply who Cha Seol-ah was.
Still, for such a short training period, this was remarkable progress.
Click—
I closed the door again.
Looking down at her as she spat curses, I said, “Is that the attitude of someone who claims she’ll do everything I order? Speak more politely.”
“Po…litely?”
“Yes. It doesn’t feel sincere. If you truly mean to follow my commands, repeat exactly what I tell you—in a loud, clear voice.”
“Wh-what…?”
I leaned close to her ear and slowly recited the words she would have to say.
“I am Siwoo-nim’s sow. Please use this sow’s holes however you please from now on.”
At the vulgar sentence that left my lips, Cha Seol-ah’s pupils shook violently.
Sow.
The word she could never utter made her grind her teeth until her lip split. Blood welled up. Her lips trembled. She couldn’t bring herself to speak.
When she kept her mouth stubbornly shut, I didn’t bother arguing. I simply tightened my grip on the doorknob again.
Creeeeak—
The wooden door parted a sliver, sending a thin line of light across the bedroom floor.
“No!”
Cha Seol-ah finally shrieked.
Beyond that door, Eun Ye-rin wasn’t the only one waiting. The manager and bodyguards she had once trampled beneath her feet were still alive, eyes wide open. If the door opened now, they would witness her—cunt spread, fluids dripping—like a bitch in heat.
For a woman who had once held power, that was a fate worse than death.
I have to say it.
This was her own submission, made only to stop the door from opening. Cha Seol-ah finally threw her pride onto the floor and forced the words out.
“I… I am…”
Her voice shook badly. Eyes squeezed shut, she repeated the sentence I had given her.
“I am Siwoo-nim’s sow…!”
Her surrender echoed through the bedroom.
“Please use this sow’s holes however you pleeease!”
The sight of her calling herself a sow and repeating her oath of submission was exquisite. I stroked my chin, watching the tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks.
Good. Very good.
The moment that arrogant bitch’s spirit finally shattered.
Twitch—
Blood surged back into my spent cock. I wanted nothing more than to ram it back into that sloppy cunt and continue her training right then and there.
But I pulled my hand back.
For now… escape comes first.
Biker gangs waited outside the stadium, and hordes of zombies prowled the perimeter. Any more delay and we would miss our window.
It was a shame, but additional training would have to wait. This would have to be enough for today.
“We stop here. Get up, put on some clothes, and follow me.”
I straightened my clothes and turned away.
“Hic…”
Leaving behind the sound of Cha Seol-ah sobbing face-down on the floor, I opened the door and stepped into the waiting room.
Click—.
*
The waiting room was a wreck of broken furniture and corpses. Lee Ji-hye stood guard at the shattered entrance exactly as ordered.
Her face was flushed crimson.
Even though the bedroom door had been closed, Cha Seol-ah’s loud sow declaration must have leaked through. Lee Ji-hye shot me a sharp glare.
The man who had forced her to her knees on filthy bathroom tiles, shoved his cock into her mouth, and made her declare herself a human toilet. Her own miserable, sobbing figure overlapped with the woman beyond that door.
She pouted and muttered under her breath, “Fucking pervert… always making women repeat that disgusting shit…”
It was barely audible. I smiled at her reddened ears.
“What was that? I don’t make just any woman say it.”
Only the bitches who needed breaking got the sow treatment. Obedient girls like Seo Ji-soo or Eun Ye-rin were spared that particular humiliation.
I pointed at the bedroom and gave an order. “Enough. When Cha Seol-ah comes out, you’ll establish the hierarchy. You’re the senior sow.”
“Wh-what?”
“If you don’t want to, you can be the junior sow instead. Want to suffer under that crazy bitch?”
“I-I’ll do it! Fine!”
Becoming the junior sow to a sociopath like Cha Seol-ah would be pure misery. Eun Ye-rin’s situation proved that clearly enough. It would be better for Lee Ji-hye to act as the senior sow and keep the new girl in line.
Leaving the grumbling Lee Ji-hye behind, I headed for the treatment room.
Inside, Seo Ji-soo was being healed by Eun Ye-rin.
Szzz—
Healing light poured from Eun Ye-rin’s fingertips, wrapping around Seo Ji-soo’s mangled shoulder. When the blue glow faded, the ugly wound had smoothed into perfect skin.
Eun Ye-rin wiped sweat from her brow. “All done.”
“Thank you,” Seo Ji-soo murmured.
I nodded at both of them. “Good work. Pack your things. We’ll be moving soon.”
“Yes.”
After giving them brief instructions, I turned toward the corner of the waiting room.
Two men lay bound tightly with thick rope—the bodyguard with the broken leg and the manager who had hidden under the desk.
I looked at Ye-rin. “What should we do with them? You decide.”
“…”
I was giving her another chance after Cha Seol-ah. Her gaze settled on the two men. She had clearly made up her mind long ago.
“Leave them here. They aren’t worth killing.”
The bound bodyguard shouted, “W-wait! What about us?!”
The manager twisted against his ropes. “Ye-rin! Ye-rin, please, I’m begging you!”
He pressed his forehead to the floor in front of her sneakers. The bodyguard crawled across the bloody tiles and clung to her leg.
“If you leave us we’ll die! You’re just going to abandon us?”
Both men wept, begging for their lives.
Eun Ye-rin stopped packing and looked down at them quietly.
The memory of rough hands throwing her to the floor, pinning her limbs, tearing at her clothes flashed through her mind. The bodyguards had tried to rape her. The manager had simply watched, colluding with Cha Seol-ah’s gaslighting and treating her like a healing tool.
Not one of them had lifted a finger to help when she was about to be violated.
She spoke softly but firmly. “No. None of you showed me any mercy.”
“That was—we just lost our minds for a second—!”
Eun Ye-rin cut the manager off. “I have no reason to take you with me. And I have no right to kill you, either. So I’ll simply leave you here.”
Tap—.
She mercilessly knocked away the hands clutching her pants leg.
“Survive if you can. I’m busy trying to save my own life.”
“Ye-rin! Eun Ye-rin!”
Their despairing screams followed her, but she never looked back.
I watched with my arms folded, silent.
The naïve girl who had once endured everything while waiting for her prince was gone without a trace. I was deeply satisfied by how ruthlessly she had shed her old shell.
In this hellish world, that was exactly how one survived.
“Decision made, then.”
I left Eun Ye-rin and approached the manager. He flinched backward.
“H-hik! Stay away!”
There was nowhere to run. I grabbed his collar and hauled him up.
“I’ll spare your life. But I need something first.”
“O-okay! Take whatever you want! Just don’t kill me…”
I reached into his inner pocket. My fingers closed around cold metal and leather.
A keychain engraved with the Angelic logo. The smart key to a large van.
Stealing a biker’s motorcycle was possible, but carrying four women would be difficult. A sturdy van that could haul supplies was far more practical for breaking through the zombie horde.
I spun the key around my finger and flung the manager to the floor.
Thud.
He coughed violently.
“Is this the only van?”
“N-no… there used to be another event van.”
“Then?”
“Right after the outbreak, Yeon-hwa and Yoon-seul took one and escaped. The only one left is the one in the parking lot.”
Yeon-hwa and Yoon-seul.
The other Angelic members. If they had secured a vehicle immediately after the apocalypse began, they might still be alive. They hadn’t appeared in my search, but they could have an ability that blocked detection or simply fled beyond its range.
I had no plans to chase them now, but the information was worth remembering. If we crossed paths outside later, they would make excellent slaves or party members.
I pocketed the key, locked the two men in the treatment room, and jerked my chin at the others.
“If you’re packed, sit and wait a moment.”
Seo Ji-soo rolled her newly healed shoulder and handed back my pistol.
“Why wait? We have the key. Shouldn’t we move quickly?”
“Our target van is in the parking lot—where the bikers are camped. A full fight with our current numbers would be exhausting, and I don’t want our precious healer getting hurt in the chaos. No need to waste stamina or get our hands dirty.”
“A signal will come from outside soon. Besides, one more person still has to come out.”
Both Eun Ye-rin and Lee Ji-hye glanced at the closed bedroom door.
Some time passed.
Click—.
The door opened. Cha Seol-ah stepped out.
She looked nothing like the queen who had ruled this place only minutes ago.
Instead of the dress I had ripped apart, she wore an oversized gray hoodie and black leggings scavenged from the waiting-room closet. Tear tracks stained her cheeks between messy strands of hair. Her steps were unsteady, legs trembling. She walked with her thighs slightly parted, as if the area between them still burned.
The moment she entered the waiting room, Lee Ji-hye reacted first.
She gave a small laugh. “Oh my. You’ve become quite obedient.”
Cha Seol-ah’s steps halted. She whipped her head around with a venomous glare. “What? Who the hell are you?”
Lee Ji-hye flinched but quickly recovered. “Me? I’m your senior. A newcomer like you shouldn’t be giving me that look.”
“Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who I am?”
Cha Seol-ah took a threatening step forward, teeth bared.
Lee Ji-hye didn’t retreat. She simply jerked her chin toward me. “Who are you? That man’s sow. If you have a problem, go complain to your master.”
“…!”
At the word “master,” Cha Seol-ah’s shoulders jerked. Her eyes reflexively darted to me. The moment our gazes met she bit her lip hard and lowered her head.
“Fuck…”
The fight drained out of her instantly. Her body shrank in on itself as she finally accepted her place at the very bottom.
“If you understand, behave. You’re the lowest rank here.”
“…Understood.”
Silence blanketed the waiting room.
We listened for movement outside. Eun Ye-rin clutched her bloodied sleeve and stared at the door. Lee Ji-hye swallowed nervously and pressed close behind me.
Then—
BOOM—!
A massive explosion rocked the stadium. Black smoke billowed into the night sky from the stands.
Oh Deok-su.
The obsessive sasaeng fan I had captured and manipulated. He had carried out my orders perfectly, drawing all the aggro.
Grrr—
The roar of the blast pulled the zombies toward the noise. The ones that had been lurking near the waiting-room corridor vanished.
I gripped my baton and took the lead.
“Let’s go. Follow me.”