Another Sex Slave
When the door to the Punishment Room creaked open, Su-ryeon instinctively froze. Sensing an unfamiliar presence, she raised her trembling hands to cover her breasts without even realizing it.
The cold air brushed against her bare skin, tightening the tension in the room even further.
However, standing before Su-ryeon was a middle-aged woman with a warm, gentle impression, carrying neatly folded clothes and a pair of shoes. As the woman's soft gaze met hers, the tension drained from Su-ryeon's stiffened shoulders.
Just moments ago, her heart had been pounding with the terror that Baek Kang-ho might have returned, but the moment she confirmed who it was, she let out a long sigh of relief.
The warm-faced middle-aged woman cautiously approached Su-ryeon. Her eyes were filled with deep pity, and she let out a painful sigh as she looked at the deep welts carved into Su-ryeon's calves.
Su-ryeon's calves were swollen red with wounds that looked as if they had been brutally clawed, and the beads of blood seeping out here and there spoke volumes of the agony she had just endured.
Unable to bring herself to reach out, the middle-aged woman simply stared at Su-ryeon's wounds with a sorrowful gaze before speaking.
"You are Lady Cheon Su-ryeon, correct? I am Yun Ok-hee, a worker here at the estate and the manager of the sex slaves."
"Ah... wait... please... If you are a worker, then your status is that of a commoner..."
Realizing that the woman's social caste was higher than her own current standing, Su-ryeon struggled to push herself up from the floor. The moment she moved, a burning pain flared in her calves, causing her to grimace involuntarily.
Barely managing to stand, Su-ryeon wiped away her tears, endured the throbbing pain in her legs, and bowed politely to greet her.
"Um... hello. I am Cheon Su-ryeon."
Seeing Su-ryeon force herself up despite the pain to offer such a polite greeting, Ok-hee felt her heart ache even more.
"It hurts terribly, doesn't it?"
When Ok-hee's warm, comforting voice reached her ears, a wave of sorrow washed over Su-ryeon, and tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably.
Yet, Su-ryeon quickly wiped her eyes and forced a smile, trying her best to pretend she was fine.
"Yes... but I am alright."
Ok-hee sighed, finding Su-ryeon's brave front all the more heartbreaking.
"As someone who deeply respected your late father, Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon, my heart truly breaks for you."
"Ah..."
Hearing her father's name from Ok-hee's lips made Su-ryeon's heart feel as though it were tearing apart. Still, she bit her lower lip, enduring the rush of grief, and struggled to maintain her smile.
Seeing Su-ryeon barely able to stand in those high-heeled punishment sandals, Ok-hee felt an urgent desire to help her find even a shred of comfort.
"Oh, my goodness, look at me! Lady Su-ryeon, please quickly change out of that punishment outfit and those shoes into these. These are still a bit revealing, but they will be much better. There is a changing room over in the corner of the Punishment Room."
Ok-hee hurriedly handed the clothes and shoes to Su-ryeon.
"Thank you."
Taking the clothes, Su-ryeon thanked her and headed straight to the changing room. When she emerged a moment later, her beauty remained undiminished despite her pain and wounds.
The outfit Su-ryeon wore was a short black overall skirt paired with a white U-neck blouse. The blouse was deeply cut, exposing almost her entire upper chest, and fit her body so snugly that it barely covered her nipples.
She wore soft white socks and a pair of black sandal heels with heels only half as high as the punishment sandals.
While these sandal heels offered some relief to her aching calves, the nature of high heels still strained her calf muscles and irritated her wounds, slightly restricting her movements.
Su-ryeon felt this outfit was still incredibly revealing, but just as Ok-hee had said, it was far better than the punishment outfit that left her breasts completely exposed.
"Lady Su-ryeon, you are naturally so beautiful that you shine no matter what you wear. But it must still be uncomfortable, isn't it?"
"No, I am fine. Thank you so much."
Ok-hee smiled gently at her polite demeanor, but her heart remained heavy with pity.
"The short skirt and deeply cut neckline are designed specifically to easily expose any marks left by Duke Baek Kang-ho's punishments. It is truly horrific."
"Haa..."
Su-ryeon let out a soft sigh and looked down at her calves.
The vivid red and blue welts stood out starkly against the beautiful curves of her legs. The moment she looked at the wounds, the pain seemed to rush back, forcing her to bite her lip.
Just then, Ok-hee offered a leather collar with a slightly apologetic expression.
"And this is a leather collar. It is the kind of thing usually put on dogs... but sex slaves must never take it off. If Duke Baek Kang-ho ever takes a sex slave outside, he attaches a leash to it. Treating a human being like a dog..."
"Ah..."
As Ok-hee grimaced and trailed off, Su-ryeon let out a soft gasp, struggling to hide her shock and dismay.
"Also, take this."
Ok-hee reached into her front pocket and rummaged around, pulling out a small box that appeared to contain ointment.
"This is an ointment made from the Recovery Herb. No matter how severe the wound, applying this will heal it almost completely in a day or two."
Hearing this rare bit of good news, Su-ryeon smiled faintly in wonder.
"Ah, thank you so much. To give me such precious medicine..."
"Oh, no, no. This was actually provided by Duke Baek Kang-ho."
Su-ryeon looked surprised by the unexpected revelation.
"Duke Baek Kang-ho?"
"Yes. He usually has it given to the sex slaves after punishing or sexually torturing them, though whether he grants it depends entirely on his mood."
Ok-hee's explanation sent a cold shiver down Su-ryeon's spine. Looking back at the whips hanging on the wall of the Punishment Room, the terror of the punishment she had just endured flooded her mind once more.
As the wounds on her calves throbbed in response, she instinctively shrank back.
Noticing her reaction, Ok-hee quickly took her hand out of pity and led her out of the room.
"Lady Su-ryeon, let us leave the Punishment Room quickly. It is dreadful just looking at those whips."
Guided by Ok-hee's hand, Su-ryeon stepped out of the Punishment Room. Sharp pain flared in her calves with every step, but she endured it, walking slowly and carefully.
Once they were clear of the room, Su-ryeon paused and called out to Ok-hee, as if she had something to say.
"Um... Ok-hee..."
At Su-ryeon's cautious tone, Ok-hee stopped and tilted her head, looking at her.
"Yes?"
"Please... speak casually to me and just call me Su-ryeon. Your status is higher than mine now. If Duke Baek Kang-ho were to see you addressing me respectfully, it could cause serious trouble."
Ok-hee nodded, seemingly touched by Su-ryeon's unexpected consideration. With a gentle smile, she replied:
"Shall I do that then, Su-ryeon-ah?"
"Yes, Ok-hee."
As Ok-hee warmly called her by her name, Su-ryeon offered a bright, beautiful smile. With their forms of address settled, they began walking down the long hallway toward the room where Su-ryeon would be staying.
Ok-hee had much to explain, talking continuously about the estate as they walked. Su-ryeon followed quietly, taking in every word.
"Besides you, Su-ryeon, there are two other female sex slaves here. One is Lee Ha-jin, a small and cute girl. She is probably younger than you. The other is Park Eun-hye, who is tall and very healthy-looking. Eun-hye is likely older than you. They are both wonderful girls, so you will be able to lean on each other."
Hearing that there were other sex slaves besides herself brought a strange sense of solidarity. The realization that there were others in the exact same plight—and two of them, at that—evoked a complex wave of emotion, somewhere between relief and deep sorrow.
After walking for a while, they stopped before a shabby door at the very end of the second floor. Su-ryeon could tell instinctively that this was where she would be living.
"This is it, Su-ryeon-ah. This room is where the sex slaves stay. Your calves must be hurting terribly... go on inside and get some rest. Make sure to apply the medicine..."
"Yes. Thank you so much for showing me the way."
As Su-ryeon bowed in gratitude, Ok-hee gave a warm, maternal smile and turned to leave, having fulfilled her duty.
Su-ryeon stood there for a moment, watching Ok-hee walk away with a gentle gaze. Then, letting out a heavy sigh to steady her turbulent thoughts, she knocked softly and pushed the door open.
"Knock, knock... Excuse me."
"Creeeeak—"
As the door opened with the groan of old wood, Su-ryeon peered inside. A musty odor hung in the heavy, damp air of the room.
Inside, she saw several small cubicles partitioned by thin walls. Lacking any doors, they were so cramped that they could barely fit a single bed. The space felt suffocatingly tight, carrying a heavy sense of isolation.
Su-ryeon stepped inside. At that moment, the agonizing groans of a woman reached her ears.
"Ah...! Ah... Haa... Ah...!"
Turning toward the sound, Su-ryeon saw a woman lying on a bed inside one of the doorless cubicles, letting out breathless whimpers of pure agony.
Her face was contorted in despair and pain, a sight that weighed heavily on Su-ryeon's chest.
Sitting beside her was another woman, holding the groaning girl's hand tightly with a deeply worried expression, trying to comfort her.
Her eyes were filled with profound sympathy and sorrow, and watching them made Su-ryeon's own heart ache.
Seeing that they wore the exact same outfit, shoes, and leather collar as her, Su-ryeon immediately realized they were Lee Ha-jin and Park Eun-hye, whom Ok-hee had just mentioned.
Suppressing the tangle of emotions in her chest, she took cautious steps toward them.
"Um... excuse me..."
The moment Su-ryeon made her presence known, a horrific sight caught her eye, so shocking that it stole the breath from her lungs.
The small, fragile girl on the bed was drenched in sweat, writhing in agony, and the bedsheet beneath her was stained crimson with blood flowing from her private parts.
The instant Su-ryeon witnessed this, she froze, clamping both hands over her mouth. Her eyes widened in horror, and a deep tremor shook her chest.
Hearing Su-ryeon's voice, the athletic-looking woman turned her head, and their eyes met.
Taking in Su-ryeon's striking beauty and the identical outfit she wore, the woman recognized her identity instantly.
"You must be Cheon Su-ryeon... I'm Park Eun-hye, and this girl lying here is Lee Ha-jin. Let's save the proper introductions for later. Ha-jin is in a lot of pain right now..."
Seeing the blood pooling around Ha-jin's thighs, Su-ryeon was overcome with worry.
Her chest tightened with a sympathetic ache, as if she could feel the girl's torment. Desperate to help in any way she could, she spoke up.
"Is... is there anything I can do to help?"
At Su-ryeon's offer, Eun-hye slowly lifted the blood-soaked towel she had been pressing against Ha-jin's groin and held it out. She made a calm request.
"Could you wash this towel in the sink over there?"
"Yes!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Su-ryeon took the towel and hurried to the sink. The pain in her calves flared up, but she completely blocked it out.
Watching Su-ryeon's back as she washed the towel, Eun-hye's gaze locked onto the dark blue welts carved into her calves. The marks were so deep and vivid that they were impossible to miss.
She was subjected to a calf whipping by Baek Kang-ho the moment she arrived...
Eun-hye stared with a sorrowful expression at the brutal welts etched across Su-ryeon's slender, beautiful calves.
