The Blossom Cries Out at the Horrific and Lewd News of Execution
Baek Jang-mi rose hastily from her seat. Not a trace of her previous wanton expression remained on her face. As if welcoming a long-awaited lover, she glided toward Baek Kang-ho with steps both elegant and hurried, throwing herself into his embrace.
"My Duke, you have returned. What became of those revolutionary dogs?"
Though her voice was sweet, an underlying impatience for the results leaked through.
Holding her in his arms, Baek Kang-ho turned his head to sweep his gaze over the study. Hajin kneeling on the floor, Cheon Su-ryeon standing atop the chair with bruised calves, and the switch held in Alex's hand. His sharp eyes did not miss the lingering traces of depravity hanging in the air. A peculiar smile played on his lips.
"My lady, it seems you were having some amusement in my absence?"
His voice carried a dark, knowing amusement, as if he had seen through everything. Baek Jang-mi merely smiled in response, offering no answer.
In that moment, Baek Kang-ho shifted his gaze to Su-ryeon. A cold, decisive voice slipped from his lips.
"As for the Revolutionary Army, they have all been annihilated. Ah, though we did capture one alive—a woman with short, red hair."
The moment his words echoed through the study, Cheon Su-ryeon's eyes shook violently.
Her already pale face drained of what little color it had left. Her heart plummeted so violently that even the throbbing pain in her calves, which had begun to numb, flared back to agonizing life. Her lips trembled as a faint, whispered gasp escaped them.
'Ah... Ri-Risa...'
Her worst fears had materialized. The brutal news of the revolution's annihilation and Risa's capture shook Cheon Su-ryeon to her very core.
Baek Kang-ho's frigid gaze seemed to pierce straight through her soul. A suffocating tension settled over the study, thick with the victor's smug triumph, the loser's absolute despair, and an undercurrent of dark, unspeakable desire.
What cruel fate awaited Risa now? Su-ryeon could do nothing but watch on in helpless agony.
Baek Kang-ho stared even more overtly at Su-ryeon, who stood atop the chair with her bruised calves pressed close together.
Under his intense scrutiny, the dark purple bruises on her calves seemed to stand out even more vividly. As if deliberately speaking for her ears, his voice rang out cold and clear through the room.
"My lady, three days from now, that revolutionary woman will be executed in public, before the eyes of all."
The moment those words pierced Su-ryeon's ears, her pupils dilated in sheer terror.
It felt as though she had been struck on the head with a heavy mallet; the blood in her veins ran ice-cold. Her vision blurred, and a wave of vertigo threatened to pull her down into a bottomless abyss of despair. She nearly swayed and fell, but she forced herself to stand firm with desperate resolve.
'Risa... a public execution?'
As if she had been waiting for this very moment, Baek Jang-mi beamed and pressed closer to Baek Kang-ho. A wicked, thoroughly satisfied smile stretched across her lips.
"Oh, how wonderful! Making an example of her before the masses is a truly magnificent idea, my Duke."
There was not a shred of hesitation or pity in her voice. Only a sadistic, lingering pleasure.
Pleased by Baek Jang-mi's reaction, Baek Kang-ho let out a faint, satisfied chuckle. He cast another lingering look over Su-ryeon before continuing.
"The execution itself..."
He paused deliberately, letting the silence stretch. Everyone in the study held their breath, waiting for his next words. The tension grew as sharp as a razor, slicing through the heavy air.
And finally, the horrific sentence fell from his lips.
"She will be thrown as a sacrifice to the Orc Ganaris, to be brutally raped to death in front of the entire populace."
The moment the words left his mouth, a cold shudder ran down the spines of everyone in the room.
The women in particular—Baek Jang-mi, Hajin, and Su-ryeon—felt an instinctive, sickening throb in their loins. A wave of unspeakable horror and shock washed over their faces.
Su-ryeon's pupils dilated wildly as if she were staring into a void. Layers of despair and profound disgust painted her deathly pale face.
Her bloodless lips parted, and a trembling breath, laced with agony and terror, escaped them.
"No... please... no..."
Her heart hammered frantically against her ribs as her mind conjured a horrific image that made every nerve in her body scream in protest.
Baek Jang-mi also shuddered for a brief second, but she quickly transmuted that visceral horror into a strange, perverse thrill. Her lips curled into a wicked, twisted smile.
"The Orc Ganaris... You mean that brutal beast whose member swells to the size of a grown man's thigh inside a woman's passage, tearing her apart and rupturing her internal organs until she dies..."
A chilling note of excitement vibrated in her voice.
Baek Kang-ho's smile grew even more sinister at her words.
"Indeed, my lady. A fitting end for a revolutionary dog, wouldn't you agree?"
His eyes gleamed like those of a predatory beast, brimming with sadistic satisfaction.
The air in the study grew heavier, suffocatingly thick with the victor's cruel ecstasy, the victim's desperate terror, and a depraved, lingering lust.
A faint, flickering spark of despair wavered in Su-ryeon's eyes. She simply could not bring herself to accept the horrific fate awaiting Risa.
Amidst the terror and despair filling the room, Baek Kang-ho began to move.
His gaze locked onto Su-ryeon, who stood atop the chair with her calves pressed together, desperately trying to swallow her sobs.
Though her calves were already patterned with dark bruises and angry red welts from the switch, the tears pooling in her eyes spoke of a grief and anxiety far deeper than any physical pain.
Stepping closer to her, Baek Kang-ho extended his hand toward Alex in a silent demand for the switch.
Alex bowed deeply and immediately placed the switch into his master's hand.
As the slender rod settled into Baek Kang-ho's grip, the cruel instrument seemed to gleam with an ominous light, as if welcoming its true master.
Baek Kang-ho frowned, displeased by the sight of Su-ryeon weeping. A cold sneer crossed his face, followed by a flicker of sadistic curiosity.
Clutching the switch, he began to slowly circle the chair where Su-ryeon stood. Each of his heavy footsteps ratcheted up the tension in the room.
"Cheon Su-ryeon, the fact that you are shedding tears right now..."
Baek Kang-ho cut himself off mid-sentence. In the very next instant, the switch in his hand whipped through the air, striking Su-ryeon's calves with merciless, explosive force.
*CRACK!*
It was on an entirely different level from Alex's discipline. A sharp, agonizing impact that seemed to tear through flesh and pierce her very nerves struck Su-ryeon's delicate calves dead-on.
Her body shuddered violently under the unbearable agony, swaying precariously, but Su-ryeon clenched her teeth and fought with every ounce of her strength to keep from collapsing off the chair.
"Ahhh!"
A sharp, strangled cry escaped her lips.
Atop the calves already crisscrossed with red stripes, a fresh, angry welt rose instantly, the surrounding skin swelling to a violent crimson.
Though the blinding pain threatened to paralyze her entire body, Su-ryeon bit her lip, forcing herself to endure even as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Does this mean..."
Baek Kang-ho left his sentence hanging once more, bringing the switch down upon her calves with even greater fury.
*WHACK!*
A sickening, tearing sound—far worse than the first strike—echoed through the study.
The sheer agony forced her knees to buckle slightly, but she instantly tensed every muscle in her body to stand tall again.
Her hands gripped the hem of her short skirt so tightly that the fabric wrinkled under her white-knuckled grasp. Despite her face twisting in agony, she fought desperately to keep her footing.
A fresh bead of blood welled up from the split skin of her swollen calves, drawing a gruesome red line down her leg.
Baek Kang-ho's eyes gleamed with a more savage light. He swept his gaze over her trembling frame, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"...that you still harbor the will of the revolution?!"
His voice was a sickening blend of mockery and sadistic pleasure. Without mercy, he raised the switch once more and lashed her calves.
*CRACK!*
This time, as the rod struck her flesh, it snapped in two with a sharp *SNAP!*, the broken half flying across the room. The sheer, overwhelming force of the blow ripped an uncontrollable scream from Su-ryeon's throat.
"AAAAHHH!"
A blade of pure agony pierced her entire body, turning her vision white and threatening to steal her consciousness. The sensation of her flesh splitting and her very bones shattering clawed at her mind.
Yet, Su-ryeon refused to fall. Though her legs shook violently, she barely managed to keep her balance, desperately resisting the urge to reach down and soothe her burning, bleeding calves.
Though her face was drenched in a mixture of sweat and tears, a faint, unyielding spark of resilience still flickered deep within her eyes.
"N-No... It is not so, Master..."
Her lips trembled as she barely managed to squeeze out the words. Her voice was cracked and hoarse, yet it carried the desperate, raw instinct of survival.
"Is that so?"
Baek Kang-ho tossed the remaining splinter of the broken switch onto the floor.
The sharp *clack* of the wood hitting the floor sliced through the cold air, striking like a dagger to Su-ryeon's heart. A cruel, mocking smile spread across his face.
Her tears and agony over Risa's tragic fate were nothing more than a delightful source of entertainment to him.
"Then you shall attend the execution as well."
Though his voice was quiet, the decree pierced Su-ryeon's soul like a poisoned dagger.
Every drop of color drained from her face, and her eyes momentarily lost focus. Forgetting even the agonizing pain of her torn, bruised calves, her entire being was consumed by a profound, crushing despair.
"...Ah..."
The faint gasp that barely squeezed past her throat was the silent scream of a soul from which all hope had been extinguished.
Knowing Risa was to be executed was already a living nightmare, but Baek Kang-ho's command to watch that horrific spectacle unfold before her very eyes opened the gates to a brand-new hell.
Feasting on her devastated reaction, Baek Kang-ho's smile grew even more sadistic. His gaze slithered over her trembling eyes like a cold, slimy serpent.
"I will make sure you watch every single moment of that bitch being brutally violated, raped, and torn apart by that monster until she dies."
The moment he finished speaking, goosebumps erupted all over Su-ryeon's body. A chilling dread crept up her spine, turning her skin ice-cold.
Just imagining Risa being savagely raped to death by the Orc Ganaris in front of a jeering crowd was enough to tear her soul to shreds. She knew she could never bear to look.
The mere thought of that horrific spectacle felt like a physical blade ripping through her mind.
A tidal wave of despair, grief, and the horrific reality of being forced to witness Risa's final moments crashed over her.
Hot tears spilled endlessly from Su-ryeon's eyes. They were not from the burning pain in her calves, but from the agonizing dread of the impending tragedy and her utter, crushing helplessness.
Barely standing on her trembling legs atop the chair, Su-ryeon sank into the depths of despair, forced to accept both her own miserable fate and the tragic, horrific end awaiting Risa.
"Hahaha! Well, Cheon Su-ryeon? Are you not looking forward to it?!"
Baek Kang-ho's wicked laughter filled the study. A reality far too cruel was waiting for Su-ryeon.
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