The New Mistress, the Foretold Beginning of Hell
Baek Kang-ho curled his lips into a suggestive smile at her explicit proposal. His eyes gleamed with an inscrutable light, dark and deep as an abyss.
"I am truly looking forward to this. I wonder if the woman hailed as the 'Goddess of the Continent' can truly transmute all of my sexual tortures into pure, unadulterated pleasure..." Beneath his sweet, seductive tone lay a cruel, insatiable desire for absolute dominion.
Despite his chilling words, Baek Jang-mi did not hesitate for a single second.
"Even if it is agonizing... I will endure it all. I am a masochist born solely for you. ...And... I have a favor to ask..."
Baek Kang-ho gave a slight nod at her hesitant plea, his voice low and heavy as he asked, "What is this favor?"
At his question, Baek Jang-mi cast her gaze downward and bit her lower lip. Her lips trembled faintly, and her fingertips quietly gripped the hem of her dress. A heavy silence fell over the room, as if she were holding her breath, before she finally managed to speak.
"...Please make me... your wife."
Tears welled in Baek Jang-mi's eyes as she laid bare her deepest, most depraved desires with desperate yearning. Her frantic craving was a testament to her absolute devotion to him.
Reading the desperate plea in her eyes, Baek Kang-ho knew his victory was absolute. A profound sense of accomplishment washed over him.
'At last, Baek Jang-mi is mine. With the "Goddess of the Continent" as my wife, and Cheon Su-ryeon, the "Flower of the Kingdom," as my sex slave... I will have the two most beautiful women in this land as my personal playthings. Heh, heh, heh...'
A sinister smirk played on his lips. Without hesitation, he drove the final nail home.
"To think I would make those words pass your lips first... Allow me to ask instead. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Still covered in semen and looking utterly depraved, Baek Jang-mi nodded shyly, her eyes shimmering with tears of deep emotion at his proposal. Her face flushed with a complex cocktail of joy, relief, and blind, obsessive love for Baek Kang-ho.
Without a moment's hesitation, she threw herself into his arms, surrendering her entire being to him. As his strong, powerful arms wrapped around her waist, Baek Jang-mi finally felt she had escaped her personal hell, fully embracing her destiny to live forever in his shadow.
A few days later, Cheon Su-ryeon was having a meager lunch with Eun-hye and Hajin after spending her morning in grueling, backbreaking labor. As always, their table held nothing but a few ears of corn and some potatoes.
Today, however, the mansion was buzzing with an unusual, frantic energy. Servants were scurrying back and forth, and unfamiliar faces she had never seen before were walking the grounds.
Filled with unease, Cheon Su-ryeon looked at Eun-hye and spoke in a low voice. "Something big must be happening in the estate today. Everyone is so busy."
Eun-hye tilted her head, turning her sightless eyes toward the commotion. "You're right... It feels like they're preparing for some grand event..."
Hajin, however, remained entirely detached, silently and mechanically focusing on her food as if nothing else in the world mattered.
Just then, Ok-hui hurried past them. Seizing the opportunity, Cheon Su-ryeon approached her and asked, "Ok-hui! Is something happening in the mansion today? Everyone seems so frantic."
Despite her haste, Ok-hui stopped to explain kindly. "Ah, of course you wouldn't know yet, Su-ryeon. Starting today, Lady Baek Rose will be living here in this mansion."
The moment the words left Ok-hui's mouth, Cheon Su-ryeon's entire body seized up, her eyes widening in sheer disbelief. Unable to comprehend the news, she stammered, "Lady Baek Rose...? But she is Duke Hwang Min-ho's wife. How could she come to live in this mansion...?"
Her mind spun in chaotic circles. It was common knowledge that Duke Hwang Min-ho and Duke Baek Kang-ho were bitter rivals. The idea of his wife moving into this estate was utterly incomprehensible.
Ok-hui sighed, shedding light on her confusion. "To tell you the truth... Duke Hwang Min-ho was assassinated by the Revolutionary Army not too long ago. And it seems that before his death, he gambled away his entire estate. Duke Baek Kang-ho took pity on Lady Baek Rose and decided to take her in."
Ok-hui's voice carried a heavy weight of pity and a lament for the fleeting, cruel nature of the world.
At that moment, a mixture of shock and sheer panic washed over Su-ryeon's face. Her lips began to tremble as if she had just been plunged into a waking nightmare.
'D-Duke Hwang Min-ho was killed by the Revolutionary Army...?'
Cheon Su-ryeon's pupils dilated wildly. It wasn't the Duke's gruesome demise that terrified her; it was the realization that the Revolutionary Army was the root cause of Baek Jang-mi's tragedy. That fact struck a chord of absolute dread deep within her soul.
Baek Jang-mi already knew that Su-ryeon was the daughter of Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon, the legendary leader of the revolution. Now that Baek Jang-mi—who had lost her husband and her home to those very rebels—was moving into this mansion, there was no telling what kind of sadistic, merciless vengeance she would inflict on Su-ryeon, the living symbol of that revolution.
A chilling premonition that Baek Jang-mi would take out all her grief and fury on her made Su-ryeon's heart hammer violently against her ribs, freezing the blood in her veins.
To make matters worse, memories of that horrific day she had been forced to go out with Baek Jang-mi flashed through her mind like lightning. The humiliating, agonizing experience of walking the public streets pantyless, with a vibrating dildo buzzing deep inside her vagina under Baek Jang-mi's cold, mocking gaze. The phantom sensations of that day and the memory of those cruel eyes transformed into a visceral, paralyzing terror, causing her intimate flesh to twitch involuntarily in fear.
A sleek, luxurious black sedan glided to a silent halt in front of the main gates of Duke Baek's mansion. Alex stepped out of the driver's seat and politely opened the rear door. Clad in an elegant gown, Baek Jang-mi stepped out of the vehicle, looking as breathtakingly beautiful as a pristine white rose. Her silk dress shimmered softly under the sunlight, and every single step she took exuded an irresistible, seductive grace.
Lined up in two neat rows before her were all the residents of the estate, regardless of their caste. From the serving maids, gardeners, and stablehands to the lowliest laborers and sex slaves, everyone stood with their heads bowed low, awaiting her grand entrance.
The moment Baek Jang-mi took her first step between the rows, everyone spoke in perfect, practiced unison, as if on cue.
"Welcome to the mansion, Lady Baek Rose."
Their voices carried no genuine warmth, sounding instead like a highly trained, mechanical chorus.
Baek Jang-mi flashed a brilliant, sweeping smile at their welcome, strutting down the human corridor with the haughty confidence of a supermodel on a runway. Her eyes shone with aristocratic pride, and a flicker of sadistic satisfaction crossed her cold gaze as she looked down upon their groveling forms. There was no trace of a pitiful widow left in her stride; she walked with the absolute authority of the mansion's new mistress.
As she reached the very end of the line, a particularly striking silhouette among the bowed figures caught her eye. It was Cheon Su-ryeon.
Baek Jang-mi came to a halt, looking down at the bowing Cheon Su-ryeon with a wicked, insidious gaze. Her eyes burned with a chilling resolve to inflict every ounce of the humiliation and agony she had suffered onto Su-ryeon's shoulders. The welcoming atmosphere that had filled the courtyard evaporated in an instant, replaced by a suffocating, icy tension.
"It is a pleasure to see you, Cheon Su-ryeon."
The low, crystal-clear voice struck Su-ryeon like a splash of scalding water, causing her entire body to freeze. Her heart leaped into her throat in a violent spasm of panic. Keeping her head bowed, she forced out a trembling reply.
"The pleasure is mine, my Lady. Welcome to the estate."
Baek Jang-mi sneered at the formal greeting, her lips curling into a cold, mocking smile. "Is it truly a pleasure? I highly doubt that... Come now, raise your head."
Her command dripped with an icy, absolute authority that brooked no refusal.
Choked by a suffocating dread, Cheon Su-ryeon slowly lifted her exquisite face. Her slender frame trembled minutely, and her eyes shook with deep-seated anxiety.
Baek Jang-mi observed Su-ryeon's fragile, broken state with sadistic amusement, letting out a soft, mocking scoff. A cruel smile spread across her face as her eyes slowly traced down Su-ryeon's features.
"You still have such a beautiful face. And those luscious breasts, that perfect figure..."
Baek Jang-mi's gaze drifted down, lingering on Su-ryeon's smooth, shapely legs.
"Your legs are a work of art... You truly are Duke Baek's favorite little plaything."
Her venomous words pierced Su-ryeon's heart like a jagged dagger.
Su-ryeon bit her lip at the biting insult. She had no right to talk back, no power to defend herself. Silence was her only shield.
"..."
Su-ryeon's silence only seemed to fuel Baek Jang-mi's amusement. Her voice grew even more ruthless.
"I assume you've heard that my husband was murdered by the remnants of the Revolutionary Army—the very rebels your father left behind?"
The blunt, direct question caught Su-ryeon completely off guard, sending a violent shudder through her body. Her mouth went bone-dry, and her eyes shook with raw terror. Struggling to maintain a facade of composure, she managed to whisper, "...Yes... I have heard."
Baek Jang-mi savored Su-ryeon's panic for a long moment before spitting out her next words.
"Then... I trust you are prepared for what comes next?"
Her voice was a cold, sharp promise of torment that sent a violent shiver down Su-ryeon's spine. It was a terrifying declaration that her life in this mansion was about to descend into a hell far more horrific than anything she had ever imagined.
Faced with the chilling question, Cheon Su-ryeon could only tremble in mute terror. Her lips were sealed tight, her gaze glued to the stone floor as her pupils shook violently. The crushing weight of absolute dread pressed down on her, cold sweat slicking her palms. She was utterly paralyzed with fear.
Watching Su-ryeon cower, Baek Jang-mi felt a thrill of sadistic ecstasy. She took a step closer, leaning in to whisper a promise of pure cruelty.
"You have so much to look forward to. I am going to repay you tenfold for everything."
Though her voice was soft and melodious, it dripped with a venomous thirst for vengeance and an icy, murderous intent. The words made goosebumps erupt all over Su-ryeon's flesh. Once again, the memory of that horrific day out with Baek Jang-mi flashed in her mind.
But Su-ryeon did not know yet. The shame and humiliation of that day were nothing compared to the unimaginable agony that awaited her... The cruelty lurking behind Baek Jang-mi's eyes surpassed all comprehension, and Su-ryeon was now destined to be dragged into the very center of that malice. Her future was sinking into a darkness far deeper than hell itself.