Chapter 28: A Cold Object Penetrating Her Secret Depths
Baek Jang-mi elegantly gestured, handing a white box to Cheon Su-ryeon. Inside the box lay a short, snow-white knit off-the-shoulder dress, neatly folded alongside a pair of matching high heels.
"Change into this."
Baek Jang-mi's voice was soft, but her commanding tone carried an absolute, undeniable authority.
Cheon Su-ryeon felt a wave of anxious doubt at the unfamiliar clothes suddenly thrust upon her. Even a glance revealed the luxurious material and sophisticated design of the garment.
"These clothes... Why...?"
Confusion and wariness mingled in her trembling voice. In response to Su-ryeon's question, Baek Jang-mi lightly lifted her teacup, savoring the fragrant tea with a leisurely, composed smile.
"How could you possibly go out with me wearing those ragged slave clothes?"
In stark contrast to her elegant gestures, the words she spat out were laced with sharp thorns.
"Go out...?"
Cheon Su-ryeon's eyes widened in disbelief. She could not begin to fathom where they were going, or for what purpose she was being taken out. A dark, ominous premonition crept up her spine like a cold shiver.
Baek Jang-mi's eyes flashed with a chilling light as she spoke in a freezing tone.
"You dared to humiliate me in front of all those people on my wedding anniversary. Me, a noble... disgraced by a lowly sex slave like you!"
Her voice was sharp with suppressed rage and a cruel, burning desire for vengeance.
"So, it is only fair that you suffer the exact same... no, an even more horrific humiliation."
At that chilling declaration, Cheon Su-ryeon's clear eyes shook violently. What terrible disgrace did Baek Jang-mi intend to inflict upon her in that white dress? An unimaginable dread pulled her down like a dark abyss.
Baek Jang-mi's gaze was sticky and menacing, like a venomous serpent. Su-ryeon swallowed hard, her entire body trembling at the humiliating ordeal that was surely about to unfold.
"What are you doing? Change already."
Baek Jang-mi's cold voice pierced Cheon Su-ryeon's ears. Realizing she had no choice, Cheon Su-ryeon suppressed her intense shame and slowly began to strip off her slave garments.
Baek Jang-mi's sharp gaze swept over her bare skin like a cold blade, making her shiver. Finally left in nothing but her underwear, Cheon Su-ryeon lowered her head and picked up the white dress that had been given to her.
As the pure white knit dress slid smoothly over her delicate shoulders and beautiful collarbones, a stunning sight was revealed.
Her naturally exquisite curves, slender waist, and especially her long, shapely legs radiated a pure yet strangely sensual allure.
Seeing how perfectly the dress she had chosen suited Cheon Su-ryeon, a subtle shadow of jealousy momentarily crossed Baek Jang-mi's face.
Ha... Not just her face, but her body is truly...
But the jealousy was instantly masked behind a wicked smile.
Yes... The more beautiful she looks, the more eyes she will draw, and the greater the humiliation she will ultimately suffer.
Baek Jang-mi smiled insidiously to herself, visualizing the next step of her plan. A satisfied smirk played on her red lips.
This time, Baek Jang-mi elegantly produced a cold metal rod about the size of an adult man's finger. Wearing a chilling smile, she thrust the cold piece of iron toward Cheon Su-ryeon.
"Take it."
Baek Jang-mi's voice was sweet, but it carried an irresistible pressure and a hidden malice.
For some reason, Su-ryeon was seized by an ominous, skin-crawling sensation. Instinctive dread made the hairs on her body stand on end like a warning signal. Yet, knowing she could not refuse, she reached out with a trembling hand and carefully took the cold metal rod.
"W-what... is this?"
She examined the metal rod with anxious eyes. Its smooth, cold texture and simple, unadorned shape only added to its inexplicable, eerie nature.
Unable to guess what it was used for or how it would harm her, her anxiety grew deeper and darker.
At that exact moment, Baek Jang-mi delicately pulled a small remote control from her handbag. As a sinister smile played across her red lips, she pressed a button on the remote without a moment's hesitation.
Instantly, the cold metal rod in Cheon Su-ryeon's hand began to emit an unimaginably powerful vibration.
"BZZZZZZZZ!!!"
Startled by the sudden, violent thrashing of the metal rod, which writhed in her hand like a living serpent, Su-ryeon gasped in shock.
"Ah!"
A short, sharp cry escaped her lips. Unable to hold onto the metal rod as it vibrated wildly in her grasp, a panicked Cheon Su-ryeon dropped it onto the floor and instinctively recoiled.
Her eyes stared in terror at the cold metal rod, which was still buzzing fiercely on the floor.
N-no, surely not...
The moment she realized the true nature of the eerie metal rod, an unspeakably horrific realization flashed through Cheon Su-ryeon's mind.
Just then, Baek Jang-mi pressed the button on her remote again. As if by magic, the violent vibration of the metal rod ceased instantly.
Still wearing a cold smile, Baek Jang-mi slowly bent down and picked up the metal rod. Her gaze remained fixed on the tip of the cold iron, handling it as gently as if it were a precious gem.
Then, Baek Jang-mi's red lips parted coldly.
"Take off your underwear."
Her voice was so gentle that it sounded all the more terrifying.
Cheon Su-ryeon stared at Baek Jang-mi, her face deathly pale. Desperately praying that her horrific assumption was a mere misunderstanding, she asked in a trembling voice,
"M-Madam... What are you... planning to do...?"
Her eyes were filled with absolute terror and desperate pleading.
But the answer that spilled from Baek Jang-mi's lips brutally confirmed Cheon Su-ryeon's worst fears. Erasing her eerie smile, Baek Jang-mi pointed at the metal rod with a cold gaze and whispered softly,
"I am going to insert this... deep inside your vagina."
Her voice was soft, but it carried a chill that penetrated to the bone.
"You are not to remove this vibrating dildo for the entire day."
Baek Jang-mi's red lips delivered the cruel command.
"If you disobey my orders..."
Her eyes flashed with a freezing light.
"Not only Seon-yeong, but everyone you care about... will suffer unimaginable, horrific agony."
At that demonic threat, Cheon Su-ryeon froze completely, as if paralyzed. The mere imagination of the cold metal rod invading her most private place felt so vivid it was almost real.
Visions of her loved ones screaming in agony flashed through her mind, plunging her into a state of extreme terror and despair. An absolute, crushing fear weighed down on her, leaving her unable to speak or resist.
"What are you waiting for? Take them off."
Baek Jang-mi's cold voice rang out sharply, urging her on.
"Do you want to watch everyone you cherish suffer right in front of your eyes because of you?"
Her red lips curled into a cruel smile, and her sharp gaze seemed to pierce right through Cheon Su-ryeon's hesitation.
At Baek Jang-mi's harsh words, the faces of those she cared about flashed through Cheon Su-ryeon's mind one by one.
Seon-yeong's bright smile, Eun-hye's warm gaze, Hajin's innocent laughter... She could not bear to imagine them groaning in horrific pain because of her. The desperate urge to protect them overrode her own shame.
Cheon Su-ryeon's trembling hand slowly reached for her waist. After a long hesitation, she took a deep breath and slowly moved her fingers.
Her worn, faded panties slipped limply down from her waist. Frayed and discolored from endless hard labor and frequent washing, the undergarment laid bare the grim reality of her current existence.
Finally dropping between her legs, the underwear pooled on the cold floor. Cheon Su-ryeon could not bring herself to look up, closing her eyes tightly.
A cold shiver ran through her naked lower body, a mixture of shame, humiliation, and dread for the horrific torment to come.
At that chilling moment, Baek Jang-mi's cold voice struck like a command.
"Turn around. And stick out your hips."
At those brief words, heavy with absolute authority, Cheon Su-ryeon slowly turned around in a state of intense shame and terror. With the white knit dress bunched up awkwardly above her waist, her exposed buttocks faced Baek Jang-mi.
Baek Jang-mi approached Cheon Su-ryeon with slow, insidious steps. Her hand slid upward, lifting the hem of the white knit dress Su-ryeon was wearing.
Instantly, Cheon Su-ryeon's hidden, intimate areas and soft flesh were laid bare before Baek Jang-mi's eyes.
In stark contrast to her tightly closed lips and pale, tense face, her exposed secret flesh possessed a strange, captivating beauty.
Held in Baek Jang-mi's ruthless hand, the cold metal rod moved toward Cheon Su-ryeon's most private place without hesitation. The cold vibrating dildo ruthlessly penetrated the forced-open, tender folds of her flesh.
"Mmmgh...!"
Cheon Su-ryeon's body shuddered at the stinging pain and overwhelming shame. Tears welled in her eyes from the cold sensation and the invasive discomfort of the object being forced inside her, leaving her unable to even groan properly. Baek Jang-mi's wicked smile deepened as she relished the agonizing sight.
Baek Jang-mi's slender, cold fingers slipped inside, probing Su-ryeon's hot, damp interior. At the same time, she mercilessly pushed the metal rod deeper and deeper into her vagina.
"Hngh..."
A suppressed groan escaped Su-ryeon's lips. Her entire body trembled at the humiliating sensation of the foreign object filling her most private depths, accompanied by a sharp, piercing ache.
As the metal rod settled deep inside her vagina, Cheon Su-ryeon was overcome by an unbearable sense of humiliation. Her hands instinctively reached for her worn underwear on the floor. She desperately wanted to put them back on to cover her exposed, shameful state.
However, Baek Jang-mi's ice-cold voice ruthlessly cut her off.
"You are going out without any underwear."
At that firm command, Cheon Su-ryeon's eyes shook violently once more. A humiliating scenario she had never even imagined was now a harsh reality, crushing her spirit.
"What? But... the skirt is far too short..."
Cheon Su-ryeon barely managed to protest in a trembling voice, her face burning red with intense shame.
At her quiet protest, Baek Jang-mi smirked in disbelief, letting out a cold, mocking laugh.
"Have you forgotten, Cheon Su-ryeon? You are going out to pay for your sins, to receive a harsh punishment."
Her freezing tone was as sharp and biting as a shard of ice.
At that ruthless declaration, Cheon Su-ryeon bit her lip. She instinctively knew that any further protest would be utterly futile.
The stinging glares and mockery of countless eyes, along with unimaginable moments of humiliation, flashed through her mind like a panorama. A profound terror wrapped itself coldly around her entire body.
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