Chapter 18: A Night of Endless Pleasure
Su-ryeon stared at the object she had pulled from beneath her pillow, her hand trembling with an excitement she could not conceal as she gripped it.
It was a dildo that Hajin had secretly pocketed the previous day while cleaning out the Underground Warehouse. Su-ryeon felt a rush of thrill mingle with her utter astonishment at the unexpected object.
Th-this is... the dildo Hajin took? Why is this under my pillow...?
Hajin had slipped it there out of pure pity, hoping it might offer some relief to Su-ryeon, whom she knew would be suffering from the potent dose of Aphrodisiac she had secretly administered.
But consumed by raging desire, Su-ryeon had no time to ponder Hajin's intentions. She reacted on pure instinct. The last thread of her sanity snapped, and her body trembled violently as she surrendered to the overwhelming lust.
"Haa... Haa..."
Her body was burning, unbearably hot. Clutching the dildo with trembling fingertips, she brought it slowly toward her most private, aching depths, driven by an insatiable craving.
Panting heavily, she slowly pushed it inside. Her slick, dripping folds parted greedily to welcome the invasion.
"Ah, ahh! Ah...!"
The thick shaft gouged deep inside her, scraping roughly against her most sensitive walls. Her swollen, feverish flesh quivered against the rigid intrusion, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through her entire body.
"Ah! Mmm... Ah... Ahh!"
Drunk on the exquisite sensation, Su-ryeon's hands moved with a frantic life of their own. Her thrusts grew wilder, driving the dildo deeper and deeper into her aching canal in a relentless, desperate rhythm.
"Ah, ahh! Haa... Ah!"
The harder the dildo battered her inner walls, the deeper she sank into a state of pure, ecstatic bliss. The sheer intensity of it far surpassed even the touch of Baek Kang-ho in the Punishment Room.
At that moment, reaching a shattering climax, Su-ryeon arched her back like a bow, surrendering completely to the explosive pleasure. A torrent of hot, slick juices gushed out, and her breathing turned ragged.
"Ah! Ahh... Ah!"
Though she had just convulsed in an orgasm that left the bedsheets drenched in her fluids, the relentless Aphrodisiac showed no signs of letting go.
Trapped in a loop of intoxicating pleasure, her hands kept moving. The dildo plunged back into her swollen cleft with even greater fury, racing toward the threshold of another climax.
"Ah, haah... Ah!"
She crested the peak of orgasm once more. Though her body was already utterly exhausted from the brutal whipping, she only sank deeper into the mire of sensation.
The temptation was utterly irresistible. Craving the electric pleasure more and more, she drifted endlessly into the deep, dark abyss of rapture.
The sheets grew sodden with her repeated releases, the cold, damp fabric clinging to her skin. Completely enslaved by the drug, she chased the elusive high again and again, begging for deeper pleasure.
Her whimpers and cries echoed continuously through the room until the early hours of the morning. Her breath grew increasingly ragged, her voice thick with a tangled knot of endless lust and sheer ecstasy.
"Ah... Ahh! Ah!"
Despite the endless, repeating cries, Eun-hye and Hajin lay perfectly still, pretending to be fast asleep. Knowing they were the ones who had brought this upon her by slipping her the Aphrodisiac, the only thing they could do was maintain a heavy, guilt-ridden silence.
Su-ryeon's moans grew thicker in the darkness, spreading like a fever to stain the quiet night. As if time itself had ground to a halt, the sounds of her self-abuse continued without end.
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The next morning, Su-ryeon lay in bed, her mind and body thoroughly spent from the night-long masturbation. Staring at the drenched sheets, a wave of intense shame washed over her at the sight of the wanton stains she had left behind.
Wh-what on earth did I do...?
To make matters worse, as the lingering effects of the Aphrodisiac finally began to fade, the wounds from her whipping flared up, seizing her entire body in a grip of agonizing pain.
That wasn't all. Due to her excessive self-pleasure, her private parts were terribly swollen, and her inner canal throbbed with a raw, stinging ache.
"Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much!"
Meanwhile, Eun-hye and Hajin, who hadn't been able to sleep a wink due to Su-ryeon's constant cries, were wracked with anxiety and guilt.
Seeing Su-ryeon still whimpering in pain even after the sun had risen, they could no longer pretend to be oblivious.
Exchanging a glance, the two girls quietly slipped out of their beds and crept over to check on her.
The moment they saw Su-ryeon groaning miserably as she lay face down on the mattress, both Eun-hye and Hajin froze in sheer horror. Her back, buttocks, thighs, and calves were densely crisscrossed with brutal whip marks.
The welts were scattered in a chaotic pattern, varying in depth and shape. There was not a single patch of unmarred skin left on her lower body.
My God... Baek Kang-ho, you absolute lunatic! How could anyone do this to another human being?!
Eun-hye's brow furrowed in a mix of boiling rage and deep sorrow as she stared at the ruined flesh. Hajin covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes trembling with anxiety as her heart sank.
Right then—
"Slam!"
The door burst open, and Ok-hui rushed into the room. A faint look of relief was visible on her face, and her hands were full of small containers.
Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead from her frantic run, and she was panting heavily. Yet, without pausing to catch her breath, she hurried straight to Su-ryeon's bedside.
"Su-ryeon! Are you alright?!"
"Haa... Haa... Lady Ok-hui...!"
The sight of Su-ryeon was devastating. Seeing the girl gasping in agony, Ok-hui's heart ached with profound pity.
"Eun-hye! Hajin! Take these! Quick, let's apply this to Su-ryeon's wounds!"
To their utter shock, what Ok-hui held out was the Recovery Herb. She had been summoned by Baek Kang-ho first thing in the morning and had returned with three whole jars of the precious medicine. Having been ordered to treat Su-ryeon immediately, she had rushed back as fast as her legs could carry her.
At first, Ok-hui had wondered why the Duke had handed her three jars of such a rare herb, but looking at the state of Su-ryeon's body, she understood completely.
"Where did you get the Recovery Herb?"
Eun-hye stared at Ok-hui with a wary gaze, unsettled by the sudden appearance of so much medicine. But Ok-hui gave her a reassuring look to calm her nerves.
"Don't worry. The Duke gave them to me himself."
Eun-hye's face twisted in disbelief.
"Baek Kang-ho did? Why on earth would he do that?!"
"I don't know either. It puzzles me as well."
Ok-hui shared Eun-hye's unease, but now was not the time to question his motives.
"Hurry. If we don't treat Su-ryeon now, she's going to be in serious trouble."
Though Eun-hye remained deeply suspicious of Baek Kang-ho's intentions, she knew Ok-hui was right—treating Su-ryeon had to come first.
Each taking a jar of the Recovery Herb, the three of them began to gently and meticulously spread the ointment over Su-ryeon's shredded skin.
Every time their gentle hands brushed against her raw wounds, Su-ryeon winced from the sting. But as the cool ointment coated her skin, the throbbing agony slowly began to melt away.
Huh? What is this...? The pain... it's fading...
By the time they had emptied all three jars onto her body, the pain had miraculously vanished. It was as if the wounds had never existed, leaving her feeling light and free once more.
"What happened...? Why... why doesn't it hurt anymore?"
Slowly pushing herself up from the bed, Su-ryeon wondered if the wounds themselves had vanished along with the pain. Driven by a faint hope, she stood before the mirror and turned to look at her reflection.
But the brutal whip marks were still carved deep into her flesh. As Su-ryeon continued to inspect her body in confusion, Ok-hui offered her a warm, gentle explanation.
"Miraculous, isn't it? That is the power of the Recovery Herb. It acts as an instant painkiller upon application. By this evening, the wounds will heal completely without leaving a single scar."
Su-ryeon was left speechless by the incredible efficacy of the herb. She had never even heard of such a mystical medicine. Seeing her look of wonder, Eun-hye stepped closer to explain further.
"The Recovery Herbs Baek Kang-ho keeps are all S-grade. They're manufactured using an incredibly rare and astronomically expensive ingredient called Angel's Tears. It's not something just anyone can get their hands on."
"It really is... a precious medicine."
"Exactly. And yet, that monster uses such a priceless treasure just to keep his toys intact for his own depraved desires. *Sigh...*"
Eun-hye shook her head, her face a mask of bitter resentment and disgust as she let out a heavy sigh. While they were discussing the medicine, Ok-hui spoke up again, delivering another unbelievable piece of news.
"And... the Duke said there will be no whippings or torture for the rest of this week."
"What?"
Everyone's eyes widened in shock. While Hajin and Su-ryeon let out soft sighs of relief, a faint smile touching their lips, Eun-hye felt entirely different. A dark, ominous premonition crept into her chest, warning her of a hidden trap.
What is he playing at? That sadist can't go a single day without torturing someone... yet he's giving us a whole week of peace? He must have some other depraved scheme cooked up... This is bad.
Eun-hye's intuition was spot on. By the coming weekend... an unimaginable ordeal was waiting to swallow Su-ryeon whole.
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The days passed without any whippings or sexual torment, bringing a peace that felt almost surreal. Every morning, they ate the breakfast Ok-hui had lovingly prepared, and they went about their assigned chores, enjoying a rare sense of leisure.
Though the physical labor was taxing, it was incomparably better than working while dragging a broken, bleeding body.
Their brief rest periods became Su-ryeon's most cherished moments. Even though they were short, during those fleeting minutes, she could laugh and chat freely with Eun-hye and Hajin, feeling as if she had reclaimed a piece of her lost freedom.
Yet, as the weekend drew nearer, a creeping dread began to settle over them, knowing this peace was only temporary. To the ever-suspicious Eun-hye, this quiet week felt exactly like the calm before a devastating storm.
What could Baek Kang-ho possibly be planning to remain this quiet? Having spent years in this estate, she had never once witnessed him grant such a reprieve. Her anxiety only mounted with each passing day.
And so, the peaceful week slipped away in the blink of an eye. When Sunday finally arrived, heavy, dark clouds began to gather in the morning sky, as if mirroring the suffocating dread in everyone's hearts.
Su-ryeon sat up in bed and quietly scanned the room. Hajin was sleeping in as usual, but Eun-hye was already gone, her bed empty.
She walked slowly toward the large window in the room. Clasping her hands together as she gazed out at the gloomy sky, she began to pray that today would pass without incident. It was a habit she had naturally formed since being dragged to this estate.
But despite her desperate prayers... the shadow of the horrific ordeal destined to strike her today was already creeping close.
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