Cowardly Torture... The Trap of Conflict
Baek Kang-ho, swept up in an extreme orgasm, finally halted his horrific punishment. The lingering afterglow of intense pleasure dominated his entire body, leaving him in an ecstatic trance as if he had become a conqueror ruling the entire world. To his bloodshot eyes, Su-ryeon, hanging beautifully limp within the wooden frame, looked like the most precious and exquisite treasure in existence. No other woman had ever granted him such intense, thrilling ecstasy.
This is the first time I've ever felt such ecstasy... To think that inflicting punishment could bring an orgasm even greater than ejaculation...!
Panting heavily, Baek Kang-ho stumbled toward Su-ryeon, his hands still trembling with pleasure. Su-ryeon hung limp, shuddering convulsively as her unfocused eyes stared blankly into space. Even her face, distorted by pain and despair, appeared infinitely beautiful through his warped perspective. Wearing a satisfied smirk, Baek Kang-ho slowly released the thorned gag cruelly wedged between her torn lips.
"Ah... ah..." As the suppressed agony burst forth all at once, Su-ryeon let out a beautiful groan and powerlessly let her head droop. With the thorned gag removed, a gruesome mixture of crimson blood and thick saliva dripped from her torn mouth onto the floor.
"Ah... haa... ah..." Su-ryeon struggled to draw breath, groaning through her mangled lips. Though she had finally escaped the thorned gag, her horribly torn lips and tongue stung with sharp, agonizing pain at the slightest brush of air.
Watching her, Baek Kang-ho whispered with a cruel smile, "Well, Cheon Su-ryeon? Do you feel like telling me who those bastards who took you were now?"
At Kang-ho's words, Su-ryeon sank into an even deeper despair, her body already pushed to its absolute physical limits. Her mind was tattered like a shredded rag, and she lacked the confidence to endure any further torture. Even though they had only just met, she could not hand Abel and Risa—who carried on her father's revolutionary will—over to a man more monstrous than any demon. Barely holding onto her shattered sanity, hot tears began to stream endlessly down her face amidst the searing pain and hopelessness.
In that moment, the resolute faces of Abel and Risa flickered in her blurry vision. Abel... Risa... Can I really hold out any longer? I'm so scared... This horrific torture... I don't have the strength to endure it anymore... Su-ryeon, who had only been weeping silently, finally broke down into sobbing. "Heeg... ugh... sob..."
Her weeping echoed miserably throughout the torture chamber, evoking a profound, heart-wrenching sorrow in anyone who might hear it. Seeing her like this, Baek Kang-ho clicked his tongue in disgust and spat coldly.
"Cheon Su-ryeon, you still fail to face reality, dripping those pathetic tears of yours. If you thought I would blink an eye at your worthless crying, you are gravely mistaken."
Despite his words, Su-ryeon was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable despair and wept even more desperately. "Ah... please... sob... ugh..."
Baek Kang-ho clicked his tongue in irritation at her miserable crying, glaring at her with sharp, piercing eyes. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... This simply won't do."
Baek Kang-ho slowly turned around and walked away. Each time his thick, sturdy legs struck the cold floor of the torture chamber, a heavy echo filled the space. He headed toward a bizarre object covered in a white cloth, set apart from the other torture devices as if it were some sacred relic. Standing tall before it, he violently yanked the white cloth away without hesitation, as if unleashing a sealed demon.
*Whoosh!* As the heavy cloth was stripped away, a cloud of musty dust billowed up, slowly revealing the horrific tool hidden beneath. It was a monstrous dildo reminiscent of a massive cannon. Its length easily reached nearly a meter, boasting a terrifying thickness of at least ten to fifteen centimeters. Furthermore, the surface of the dildo was densely studded with heavy, sharp spikes, looking as hideous and chilling as a demon's fangs. Its imposing, peerless form resembled a demonic phallus freshly risen from the depths of Hell, boasting a cruel lewdness that seemed capable of piercing the very soul of anyone who looked upon it.
Witnessing this horrific sight, Su-ryeon could barely even breathe. Her beautiful pupils dilated with extreme terror, and her entire body trembled even more violently against the wooden frame. "Ah..." With a short gasp, her pale face contorted in despair.
In that instant, Su-ryeon recalled the day she had first met Hajin. The sight of Hajin in the torture chamber, her vagina torn apart by a horrific, giant dildo, hemorrhaging blood until the bedsheets were completely soaked... Su-ryeon realized in a flash of despair that the terrible instrument which had ruined Hajin's body was the very thing standing before her eyes.
I can barely endure the thick dildo I'm facing now... but that... that is too cruel... If things go wrong, I could really... die... Swept up in an extreme terror that made her feel as if her soul were separating from her body, Su-ryeon shook like a leaf. Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and her lips had turned completely blue.
Meanwhile, upon seeing the horrific, giant dildo, Baek Jang-mi's eyes gleamed with greed as an uncontrollable excitement washed over her. Her pale chest heaved violently, and hot arousal flowed ceaselessly between her thighs. That is... so cruel... and so beautiful... She muttered as if entranced. "My goodness... To think a device of such overwhelming size actually exists... Can that really fit inside a woman's body...? Ah... Just imagining it takes my breath away... My heart won't stop pounding..."
Baek Jang-mi reached down with a trembling hand and roughly squeezed her soaking wet, private area. Her flushed face contorted with greedy lust, and a suppressed moan escaped her lips.
Su-ryeon, already battered and broken from the horrific torture, had absolutely no confidence that she could survive before this hideous, ultimate boss-like torture device. Though her body was limp and her mind hazy, drunk on extreme pain, she desperately began to plead in a pitiful voice, wanting to avoid that dildo at all costs.
"M-Master... please... If you torture me with that... I... I might really die... Even now... it hurts so much... Please... forgive me..."
At Su-ryeon's desperate plea, Baek Kang-ho gave a cruel smile and replied coldly, "Oh, really? Well, we can't have that. It would be quite troublesome if my favorite toy were to break."
Su-ryeon could not even tell if Baek Kang-ho was being sarcastic or if he was actually showing her some twisted form of consideration. Suspended in the wooden frame, she trembled even more violently amidst her confusion and terror. Right then, Baek Kang-ho called out to Alex, who was waiting outside the torture chamber, in a deep, cold voice. "Alex!"
A moment later, the door to the torture chamber opened, and Alex entered with a cold, expressionless face. "You called, Your Grace?"
Baek Kang-ho commanded with a cruel smile, "Go and bring Lee Ha-jin here."
"Yes, Your Grace." The moment Alex gave a brief reply and turned to leave, Su-ryeon was seized by an ominous premonition that chilled her to the bone, and she cried out in a panic. "W-Wait! Please, wait, Master! Why Hajin...?"
Baek Kang-ho twitched an eyebrow slyly at her words, uttering terrible words that sounded like a demon's whisper. "Didn't you say you might die? In that case, I have no choice but to torture her in your stead until you confess who they are..."
Hearing those words, Su-ryeon felt as if she had been struck on the head with a hammer, her mind snapping awake. She could not let the fragile Hajin—who was already suffering from horrific trauma caused by a giant dildo because of her—endure that hellish torture once again. She absolutely could not. Please, she had to stop this at all costs.
Su-ryeon had no choices left. Crushed by despair and terror, she screamed out before she could even think. "M-Master... Not Hajin... please... I... I will tell you everything..."
At Su-ryeon's urgent cry, Baek Kang-ho gave a cold hand gesture signaling Alex to stop. Then, wearing a cruel smile as if he had finally broken her, he spoke. "Very well. It seems you've finally decided to be honest. Good, tell me. Who were the ones who took you?"
At Baek Kang-ho's demand, Su-ryeon fell into a deep dilemma, a sudden wave of regret washing over her. She could not betray the Revolutionary Army, but she also could not stand by and watch Hajin suffer that horrific agony once again. Forcing her torn lips to move, Su-ryeon managed to squeeze out a few words. "That... that is..."
Seeing her hesitate, unable to bring herself to speak, Baek Kang-ho curled one corner of his mouth into a despicable smirk and spat sharply, as if he had already seen through everything. "It's the Revolutionary Army, isn't it?"
Startled by Baek Kang-ho's unexpected sharpness, Su-ryeon gasped, unable to breathe properly. "...Ah..." Her beautiful eyes shook miserably, finding nowhere to look. Enjoying her reaction like a beast playing with its prey, Baek Kang-ho slowly continued.