Kidnapped at the Height of Disgrace
Cheon Su-ryeon had truly fallen into the abyss.
The despair of knowing she could never escape this horrific, humiliating nightmare gnawed at her mind, plunging her vision into pitch-black darkness.
Yet, as if mocking her agony, the beautiful, melodic music continued to play, filling the stage.
"Aaargh! What is this?!"
Her dance partner, utterly shocked by the sudden, primal physiological release bursting from Su-ryeon, shrieked in horror, his eyes bulging.
His face turned an instant, ashen gray, and he barely managed to suppress the dry heaves rising in his throat.
The spectators watching the dance from below the stage were equally struck with horror. Frozen by the repulsive sight, they began to murmur, pointing and whispering, their eyes glued to Su-ryeon.
Baek Jang-mi watched the entire scene unfold with eyes alight with excitement, like a spectator enjoying a thrilling play.
Yes! Perfect! This is exactly what I wanted. Writhe in even greater shame, Cheon Su-ryeon!
An incomparably satisfied smile played on her lips—a cruel, hideous smirk resembling a victorious demon.
As the audience's clamor grew louder, the orchestra, sensing the bizarre atmosphere, ground to a halt.
Silence descended upon the stage, accompanied only by a sickening stench. However, the effects of the drug were unimaginably potent.
No matter how hard Su-ryeon clenched her sphincter in a desperate bid to stop it, the horrific impurities continued to spill out without pause, miserably defiling her legs and the stage.
"Ah, ah... Please... stop... It's too... too humiliating..."
Su-ryeon sobbed and wailed. Her legs were already trembling weakly, and her mind was slowly fracturing.
Just then, a man in the audience pointed at Su-ryeon and shouted.
"Hey, isn't that the woman from Adam's magic show earlier? She pissed herself back then, and now she's shitting?"
At his words, the other spectators whispered among themselves, looking at Su-ryeon with even deeper contempt. Some even pinched their noses, frowning and shaking their heads in disgust.
Their cruel words pierced Su-ryeon's heart like a physical blade.
She was being utterly destroyed, not just by physical torment, but by an extreme, soul-crushing disgrace that shattered her sanity into pieces.
No dignity remained for Su-ryeon. Amidst the pain and shame of the excrement relentlessly forcing its way out of her, she struggled desperately to flee the stage.
But at that exact moment, determined to drag the escaping Su-ryeon into even deeper despair, Baek Jang-mi covertly dialed the remote control's output to its absolute maximum.
Cheon Su-ryeon... where do you think you're going...
Instantly, a violent stimulation, like a bolt of lightning striking her lower body, assailed the fleeing Su-ryeon.
The horrific vibration began to obscenely lick the inside of her vagina, crushing all her senses and shattering the final remnants of her reason.
"Ah-haaaah!"
Su-ryeon froze in place, groaning and writhing in an agony that felt as though her soul were being ripped from her body.
Tears streamed endlessly from her unfocused eyes, and drool escaped her lips from the sheer, uncontrollable shame.
Her mind became a desperate battlefield. Her consciousness fought frantically to reject the horrific pleasure, but her body had already betrayed her will, pooling with hot arousal as she convulsed violently.
Ultimately, Su-ryeon's legs gave out, and she collapsed miserably in the center of the stage. She fell directly into a hellish puddle where her own waste and sexual fluids mingled in a grotesque mess.
"Please... please stop..."
Su-ryeon wailed and begged like a wounded beast, but the crowd's gaze remained ice-cold and heartless.
Their eyes held nothing but contempt and mockery; not a single soul reached out to her in pity.
Baek Jang-mi watched the wretched spectacle, bathed in an indescribable ecstasy, like a theatergoer witnessing the climax of a long-awaited revenge tragedy.
She shuddered with delight at the fact that she had utterly broken Su-ryeon before everyone, defiling her in the most hideous manner possible. A cruel, satisfied smile spread across her face.
That smile was terrifyingly beautiful, like a demon rising from the depths of Hell.
Cheon Su-ryeon, once hailed as the Flower of the Kingdom, now sat helplessly on the stage, brutally crushed by Baek Jang-mi's filthy scheme.
It was at that very moment.
With a deafening roar that shattered the bright afternoon sun, a massive black van burst onto the outdoor stage like a monster rising from Hell.
People screamed in terror at the unexpected blast of noise, and the nobles on the stage scattered in panic as if fleeing a lightning strike.
The sudden intrusion evoked a savage invader storming a peaceful banquet. Even Baek Jang-mi stared in stunned horror, her eyes wide at the unexpected vehicle.
W-What is this?
Two men stepped out of the vehicle, their faces concealed by black masks. Moving with urgent efficiency, they approached Su-ryeon.
Though their grip was rough, there was a sense of desperate urgency in their movements.
As if rescuing a wounded, fallen deer, they carefully draped a black cloth over the limp Su-ryeon's face to blindfold her, scooped her up, and loaded her into the van.
Their actions were so chaotic that it was impossible to tell whether this was a kidnapping or a rescue.
With the screech of tearing tires, the black van sped off the stage and tore through the crowd.
The groans of the abducted Su-ryeon were instantly swallowed by the roar of the engine, leaving behind only a crowd gripped by shock and terror.
Once loaded inside, Su-ryeon's groans were quickly drowned out by the engine's roar, leaving only shock and terror in her wake.
"N-No!!"
Baek Jang-mi reached out a desperate hand toward the receding black van. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs.
Faced with the unbelievable scene unfolding before her eyes, she was seized by utter confusion and panic.
Above all, what crushed her was the realization that she had lost Su-ryeon—whom she had 'borrowed' from Baek Kang-ho.
How was she supposed to explain this absurd situation to him? Feeling the blood drain from her face, she foresaw the immense trouble awaiting her.
Baek Jang-mi sat stiffly in the backseat of her luxury sedan, clawing anxiously at the leather seats with her sharp fingernails.
Her mind was a tempest of chaotic thoughts, like the calm before a devastating storm.
How could she possibly explain this preposterous turn of events to Baek Kang-ho? She rehearsed excuse after excuse in her head, but none of them sounded convincing.
As she trembled with anxiety, the sedan passed through the grand gates and entered Duke Baek's Mansion. Following the long driveway that cut through the vast gardens, the car finally pulled up to the main entrance.
Waiting to greet Baek Jang-mi as she stepped out of the car was Baek Kang-ho's butler, Alex.
"Welcome back, Madam."
He bowed politely, but when he noticed Su-ryeon was nowhere to be seen, a flicker of confusion crossed his face.
"Madam, where is... Cheon Su-ryeon...?"
Unable to hide her discomfort, Baek Jang-mi cut him off sharply.
"Where is Duke Baek Kang-ho?"
Alex's brow twitched in brief surprise, but he quickly regained his stoic composure and replied.
"He is currently in his study. I shall escort you immediately."
With a tense expression, Alex led the way. Baek Jang-mi followed with heavy steps toward the study where Baek Kang-ho awaited, her heart sinking deeper into uneasy dread.
"We have arrived at the study, Madam."
Alex spoke politely, stopping before the heavy doors. Swallowing a deep sigh, Baek Jang-mi forced herself to maintain her composure and knocked softly.
*Knock, knock, knock...*
A moment later, Baek Kang-ho's low, heavy voice resonated from within.
"Enter."
Baek Jang-mi opened the firmly shut door and stepped inside. The study was filled with antique furniture and towering bookshelves. Baek Kang-ho sat with a luxurious pipe clenched between his teeth, his gaze fixed on a thick tome.
Upon noticing her, Baek Kang-ho slowly rose from his seat, welcoming her with a smooth smile.
"Ah, Lady Baek Jang-mi. Welcome. Was your outing with Cheon Su-ryeon satisfactory today?"
Though his tone was gentle, Baek Jang-mi, visibly uncomfortable, tensed slightly under his gaze.
"The outing itself... was highly satisfactory. However..."
Baek Jang-mi trailed off, biting her lip hard. A complex shadow of panic and distress fell over her beautiful face.
Averting her eyes like a guilty child, she fidgeted restlessly.
Baek Kang-ho's eyes flashed sharply at her hesitation. He sensed that she had run into a serious problem, but like a seasoned poker player, he maintained his calm and asked gently.
"Did something happen?"
Baek Jang-mi hesitated, her lips parting and closing repeatedly.
Finally, looking up at him with tear-rimmed eyes, she squeezed out a frail voice. She sought to leverage her natural beauty and vulnerability to elicit sympathy, yet she could not hide the trembling anxiety that consumed her.
"Well... there has been a bit of a problem..."
Unlike her usual haughty, confident tone, her voice shook weakly, like a reed swaying in the wind.
Her pitiful, submissive display seemed to have at least some minor effect on him. He made an effort to soothe her, adopting a voice that feigned gentleness.
"Do not worry, Madam. Speak freely."
At last, bursting into tears, Baek Jang-mi began to recount the horrific events that had transpired at the park.
As he listened to her trembling voice, Baek Kang-ho's eyes flashed with sudden, lethal sharpness. The shocking revelation that Su-ryeon had been abducted by unidentified assailants filled him with a surge of violent rage and bewilderment.
Yet, he fought to suppress his emotions. He made a conscious effort to maintain a calm, gentlemanly demeanor to reassure Baek Jang-mi, who was trembling as delicately as a glass doll.
"So, that is what happened..."
His voice was steady, but beneath the surface, a faint trace of boiling anger and unease lingered.
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