Tragedy Strikes the Estate, Rising Rage
Inside the luxury sedan, Baek Jang-mi was swept up in an uncontrollable wave of arousal. Her mind kept drifting back to the previous night—to Baek Kang-ho's rough, overpowering touch and the breathless, perilous moments when his hot breath brushed against her skin. It felt as though his searing handprints were still clearly branded onto her buttocks, and the vivid sensation of his rigid member piercing deep into her vagina rushed back to life.
Unable to hide her flushed face, Baek Jang-mi surrendered herself to the tide of pleasure washing over her entire body. Her private depths already remembered his intense mark, throbbing like a pulse as they grew slick and hot, desperate to be claimed by him once more. She crossed her legs, rubbing against her damp underwear, barely managing to swallow a needy whimper.
'Ah... the memories of yesterday and today are just too intense... I don't think I'll ever be able to escape Baek Kang-ho...'
As Baek Jang-mi rode on, unable to shake the lewd thoughts from her head, Alex's brow twitched slightly in the driver's seat. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, catching sight of a black van passing by at that exact moment.
A look of suspicion crossed Alex's face as he thought to himself, 'What is that? This is a private, one-way road leading straight to Duke Baek Kang-ho's estate. Why is an unfamiliar van passing through here...?'
In that instant, a sudden realization flashed through his mind. 'When Cheon Su-ryeon was kidnapped, didn't they say the culprits used a black van? Could it be...!'
Alex quickly tried to check the license plate of the vehicle in the opposing lane through his rearview mirror. His heart hammered against his ribs, and his palms began to sweat.
Having barely escaped the horrific Torture Chamber, Cheon Su-ryeon stumbled back to her room. Upon her return, Eun-hye and Hajin rushed toward her, their faces etched with deep concern.
Eun-hye frantically began to examine Su-ryeon's body. She checked her from front to back, fretfully looking for any signs of physical punishment. Relieved to find no visible wounds on the surface, Eun-hye let out a long sigh of relief and gently patted Su-ryeon's shoulder.
"Su-ryeon, thank goodness you're alright... But why did Alex take you away? Did something happen to you?"
At Eun-hye's urgent questioning, Hajin also approached with a tense expression, her worried eyes fixed on Su-ryeon's pale face.
Yet, Su-ryeon could not bring herself to answer. She stood frozen, staring blankly like someone trapped in a waking nightmare, goosebumps breaking out across her skin. The horrific memories of the Torture Chamber were still vividly burned into her mind.
The stiletto heels with sharp iron nails that had pierced through the soles of her feet; the Thorned Gag that had brutally crushed her torn lips and tongue; the heavy iron-weighted clamps that had ruthlessly tugged at her mutilated nipples; and the dildo and anal plug studded with sharp ridges that had been forced into her most intimate, vulnerable depths... Ghastly, terrifying illusions of these instruments of torment, as if freshly forged in the depths of Hell, seemed to flicker before her eyes.
Even now, she felt as though her flesh were being torn apart and her bones crushed, trapped in the illusion of hanging from the rack, screaming as Baek Kang-ho whipped her mercilessly.
If not for Baek Jang-mi—if that woman hadn't handed her that miraculous Potion—she might still be groaning in agonizing pain, slowly dying. At the thought, Su-ryeon shuddered violently, as if trapped in an icy cavern.
Seeing Su-ryeon's strange state, Eun-hye grew even more anxious and grabbed her ice-cold hands.
"Su-ryeon, please, snap out of it... What's wrong? Why are you shaking so badly? Did that monster Baek Kang-ho do something to you? Don't tell me... did he..."
Eun-hye's face turned deathly pale as she imagined horrors too terrible to speak aloud, her voice trailing off.
Only then did Eun-hye's urgent, trembling voice pull Su-ryeon back to reality. Forcing herself to appear fine, Su-ryeon tried to reassure them. She couldn't bring herself to utter a single word about the horrors of the Torture Chamber, deciding it was best to keep it all hidden.
"No... nothing happened... Really, sister. Don't worry..."
Yet, Eun-hye couldn't shake her lingering unease. Staring at Su-ryeon's pale face and trembling fingertips, she asked once more.
"But Su-ryeon, why are you shaking so much? You look fine on the outside, but it feels like you're hiding something..."
At Eun-hye's sharp observation, Su-ryeon's eyes wavered anxiously, welling up with tears that threatened to spill over. Looking at Eun-hye with a complex mix of sorrow and fear, she cautiously began to voice her worries.
"Actually... the people who took me yesterday..."
Su-ryeon stopped mid-sentence, biting her lip in hesitation. Frustrated by the suspense, Eun-hye pressed her.
"What about them...?! What on earth happened? Why are you stopping there, Su-ryeon? Tell me, quickly!"
At Eun-hye's desperate plea, Su-ryeon swallowed hard and took a deep breath, her face tight with tension and worry. In a trembling voice, she whispered:
"Actually... those people were from the Revolutionary Army... They appeared to help me when I was in trouble..."
At Su-ryeon's unexpected revelation, both Eun-hye and Hajin gasped in sheer disbelief.
"Really...?! It was really the Revolutionary Army...!!"
A glimmer of hope shone in Eun-hye's voice, which was thick with excitement and joy. But contrary to her expectations, Su-ryeon's face remained grim. Noticing her solemn expression, Eun-hye asked gently.
"But... why is your face so dark? If the Revolutionary Army has appeared, why do you look so sad?"
Su-ryeon hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and forcing the words out.
"It's... well... Baek Kang-ho found out about the Revolutionary Army... They are in grave danger..."
And then, hot tears began to stream endlessly down Su-ryeon's beautiful face.
Hearing this, Eun-hye and Hajin let out deep, heavy sighs. "Ah... no..."
The two of them wrapped their arms around Su-ryeon's shoulders, silently patting her back. They deeply sympathized with her grief and despair, sharing her dread over the horrific ordeal she had endured and the looming danger ahead.
The luxury sedan carrying Baek Jang-mi glided through the grand gates of her estate, sweeping along the wide, scenic driveway that cut through the manicured gardens. When the car finally came to a gentle halt in front of the mansion's entrance, Alex stepped out of the driver's seat, opened the rear door, and bowed politely.
"We have arrived, Madam."
At Alex's words, Baek Jang-mi stepped elegantly out of the car, a seductive smile playing on her crimson lips. It was then that her head butler rushed toward her, his face completely drained of color, gasping for breath as if the world had just collapsed around him.
"Madam! Madam! It is a disaster!"
Frowning at the butler's excessive hysterics, Baek Jang-mi asked in an irritated tone, "What on earth is it? Why are you acting so frivolously?"
Cowering under her scolding, the butler struggled to catch his breath, delivering the shocking news with a dazed expression, as if struck by lightning. "Duke Hwang Min-ho... Duke Hwang Min-ho..." He choked on his words, unable to continue.
A surge of anxiety and frustration made Baek Jang-mi snap sharply. "What about my husband? What happened that has you stuttering like this! Can you not speak calmly?"
The butler took another deep breath and, in a trembling voice, delivered the devastating blow. "While visiting the provinces for an inspection of the territory... Duke Hwang Min-ho was ambushed by the Revolutionary Army... and... has passed away..."
The unbelievable news sent a cold shock through Baek Jang-mi's veins, freezing her blood. Even Alex, standing beside her, twitched an eyebrow at the unexpected tragedy. Jang-mi's legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, but Alex and the butler caught her just in time, holding her upright.
Barely regaining her composure, Baek Jang-mi asked in a shaking voice, "What kind of horrible nonsense is this? What about the others who went with him? What happened to them?"
The butler hesitated to continue. Unable to gauge the sheer magnitude of the shock Baek Jang-mi was enduring, he spoke with extreme caution.
The butler hesitated to continue once more. Fearing the weight of the blow she would have to bear, he opened his mouth with great care.
"Duke Min Baek-su and Duke Na Tae-man, who accompanied Duke Hwang Min-ho... they, too... lost their lives on the spot..."
"...Ah..."
Baek Jang-mi stood utterly devastated by the unbelievable reality, a violent rage instantly consuming her. Biting her trembling lip, she felt a boiling hatred well up inside her toward the Revolutionary Army. At the same time, an uncontrollable fury directed itself at Cheon Su-ryeon—the daughter of Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon, the leader of those wretched traitors. Her beautiful face contorted, and a fire of vengeance blazed in her bloodshot eyes.
Watching her writhe in violent anger, the butler cautiously eyed her, as if there was still more news he had yet to deliver. He hesitated, hovering indecisively, before finally steeling himself to speak.
"And... there is also this..."
With trembling hands, the butler politely offered a document to Baek Jang-mi.
Glaring fiercely at the butler with an even more agitated expression, Baek Jang-mi snapped, "What is this now?"
Since the document contained details too shocking to speak aloud, the butler replied carefully, "It would be best... if you reviewed it yourself..."
Snatching the document from his hands in irritation, Baek Jang-mi began to scan its contents. Her beautiful eyes shook violently with shock and rage.
"Wh-What on earth is... this..."
Overwhelmed by the unbelievable reality and unable to contain her boiling rage, Baek Jang-mi ripped the document in her hands to shreds, scattering the pieces into the wind.