Looks Like You Studied Hard
Yoo Jimin's trained service was more than enough to satisfy Lee Dongwoo. His cock had gone hard as stone, radiating a heat that threatened to burst.
He looked down with satisfaction at the sight of her, desperately working her head over his length.
That was enough. This level of performance deserved a passing grade on her "exam."
As if bestowing a reward, he seized a fistful of her hair and yanked. Yoo Jimin's eyes flew wide at the sudden violence.
He slammed her head down.
Glurk!
His thick cock plunged without hesitation into the deepest part of her throat.
"Ghk—! Mph! Nngh—!"
In an instant, her breath stopped. That thick, rigid mass of flesh sealed off her windpipe completely — not her esophagus, her airway. Not a scrap of air could pass. The world swam, and a primal terror crashed over her entire body.
She thrashed. She gagged and retched, but she could not overpower him. She shoved frantically at his thighs, but her feeble hands accomplished nothing at all.
"That's it. You're doing beautifully."
He whispered it tenderly against the ear of a woman choking to death. The words sounded like praise. What filled them was cruel delight.
"That's right. Enjoy the feeling of suffocating. That's what makes a real bitch."
Trapped in the terror of no air, tears and spit ran down her face in a smeared mess. Oxygen was no longer reaching her brain. Her vision began to blur.
Dongwoo savored every flicker of her reaction, driving himself deeper, more relentlessly. The sensation of crushing the tender flesh at the back of her throat. He felt her body gradually lose its strength and go limp, and a satisfied smile touched his mouth.
Perfect domination. That was what he had wanted.
"Nnnngh—!"
In the terror of asphyxiation, Yoo Jimin's consciousness drifted further and further away. Her vision flickered. The thrashing of her arms and legs grew duller by the second.
She felt the cock buried in her throat swell convulsively, swelling huge. It was the last violent surge before the end.
He drove his hips up again and again, deep inside the throat of a woman already losing her mind. A dull, wet friction — ghk, ghk. Yoo Jimin's body could only sway helplessly in time with the motion of his waist. At last his lower abdomen clenched hard.
Spurt! Pulse — pulse!
A thick, scalding flood of milky fluid blasted against the inner wall of her throat with a burning heat. The enormous volume of semen surged backward up her windpipe and filled her mouth to overflowing.
Lee Dongwoo shuddered, wringing out every last drop, then yanked himself free with a satisfied roughness.
"Ghhhk—!! Hah, hah, hah—! Ghk, kaff!"
Air. The blocked passage finally tore open. Yoo Jimin collapsed to the floor and gasped like an animal, coughing. Fresh air carved into her lungs like a blade. Semen she hadn't managed to swallow spilled from her mouth, mixed with spit and tears, and pooled on the floor. The salty, fishy liquid stung the root of her tongue.
Lee Dongwoo looked down in silence for a moment — at the evidence of himself on the floor, and at the woman desperately gasping for breath while vomiting up white fluid. There was not a shred of pity in his eyes. Only the cold appraisal of a craftsman inspecting a well-honed tool.
"An excellent bitch."
His voice was cold and even.
"Very satisfying, for a first exam."
It was praise. It sounded more like a threat.
Yoo Jimin managed to steady her breathing and lift her head. The instant their eyes met, she swallowed her breath again. A faint smile had risen at the corner of his mouth — the cruel smile of a man already savoring the next stage.
The moment those words struck her ear, Yoo Jimin's mind flashed as if lightning had hit it.
Her friends. Lee Jihyun, Han Seoyeon, Kim Yumin — their faces, the ones she had laughed and gossiped with, flickered past like a revolving lantern.
At first, the horror came. No. I can't drag them into this hell too.
But that thought lasted only a heartbeat. Something far blacker and more twisted began to fill the space it left behind.
Why should I be the only one? When you really think about it, we all bullied Lee Dongwoo together, didn't we? There's no reason I should be the only one going through this.
She looked at herself, sprawled gasping on the floor. A torn body. A face smeared with semen and blood. Dignity completely destroyed.
I'm supposed to bear all of this alone? That's not fair.
From somewhere deep in her heart, a pitch-black joy welled up. Yes. That's a wonderful idea. My friends. Those bitches who always looked so superior, so clean, so happy.
She pictured them dragged here — biting down on a dildo the same way she had, submitting to a man, being handled like animals. The fantasy alone was electrifying. They said pain halved when it was shared. No — her own pain would stay exactly the same. But watching theirs would be a comfort all by itself.
Then Yoo Jimin cried out in a voice full of force.
"You'll help? With what?"
Yoo Jimin lifted her head with difficulty. She steadied her voice and spoke to him in a trembling register — but this was nothing like her previous pitiful act. This was an active proposal.
"Master… please let me… help you catch Lee Jihyun, Han Seoyeon, and… Kim Yumin. Those fucking bitches."
Lee Dongwoo's eyebrows lifted slightly at the unexpected offer. He had been turning over ways to lure them in naturally, and nothing useful had come to mind — it had been a genuine headache. And now this bitch was volunteering to help with the hunt herself?
"Help? You?"
Suspicion colored his voice, along with a thread of curiosity.
"How?"
He folded his arms and looked down at her. He was genuinely curious what method this ruined girl thought she had for dragging other prey back to him.
Lee Dongwoo's skeptical gaze. Yoo Jimin met his eyes without flinching. It was no longer the look of a woman shaking with fear. What lived in it now was venom, and a resolve stained with betrayal.
"Those bitches… if I contact them, they won't be able to refuse."
A faint, twisted smile rose at the corner of her mouth.
"I have… evidence. Things those bitches would never, ever want the world to know."
She spoke slowly, putting her weight on every word — as if she were unburdening her most precious secret. Or rather, as if she were a devil preparing the sweetest betrayal of all.
"Evidence?"
Interest lit Lee Dongwoo's eyes. He stroked his chin and asked again.
"Would that happen to be evidence that they bullied me back in school?"
"No. Not just that."
Yoo Jimin's voice was certain. Her eyes burned with the will to see them destroyed.
"Every filthy thing those bitches have ever done while they were tormenting other kids. All of that evidence is in my hands."
"Is that so? Convenient."
Lee Dongwoo nodded. But his expression turned ice-cold almost at once. He approached her slowly, and his voice, when it came, was frozen through.
"Here's the thing, though. That means… you remember every single thing you did to me too, doesn't it?"
In that instant, every expression vanished from Yoo Jimin's face. A blank look. He had struck a nerve she had never even considered. Her brain seemed to stop. She could not produce a single word. The silence itself was an admission.
"So you did remember. You fucking bitch."
A thin, nasty smile curved Lee Dongwoo's mouth. A thick killing intent settled back into his eyes.
In that moment, the black hope that had been faintly rising in Yoo Jimin shattered into pieces. The color drained from her face all at once, and despair flooded in to take its place.
Her sweet plan to drag her friends into hell had come back around as the prelude to a far more terrible ruin — aimed at herself. The blade that returned was far too sharp.
"Let's have you die one more time first."
Lee Dongwoo's voice fell like a sentence handed down from hell.
He walked in silence to the tool bag sitting in the corner of the room. When he unzipped it, what emerged was a long black leather whip — supple as a snake, tapering toward the tip, a monstrosity that made the skin crawl just to look at it.
The instant she saw it, the last of the blood left Yoo Jimin's face. A whip. A tool of a completely different order from the previous tortures — an instrument devoted to pure pain and nothing else. She instinctively scrambled backward.
"Nothing to be afraid of."
Lee Dongwoo grinned as he stroked the whip's handle. The smile was as cruel and pitiless as a devil's.
"Just chant it. I have died once. I'll wipe every last filthy memory right out of you."
He came toward her slowly. With every step, Yoo Jimin's heart felt as if it were plunging through the floor.
"W-wait! Let's talk for a second—!"
Lee Dongwoo stopped in front of her and wasted no more time. He snapped his wrist and brought the whip around.
CRACK!
A sharp report tore the air. The tip of the whip writhed like a living snake and struck Yoo Jimin's spine with perfect accuracy.
"AAAAAAAGH!"
In that instant, a violent pain — as if her skin were being torn and burned at once — punched through her entire body. Even through her clothes, the force of the blow seemed to reach her bones. Yoo Jimin screamed and rolled across the floor.
Crack! CRACK!
His whipping did not stop. Back, thighs, ass. Merciless brands were carved into her body without pause.
"Repeat it."
He looked down at her gasping form and commanded, his voice ice.