The Neighbor's Nuisance, Seoyeon-ah. Isn't That Right?
Han Seoyeon's desperate proposal had reached the deepest place in Yoo Jimin's heart. Escape. Revenge. And a return to ordinary life. It was a temptation far too sweet — far too irresistible.
For a fleeting moment, she seriously considered taking Han Seoyeon's hand and running from this hell. Her gaze wavered, and the strength drained from the hand gripping the dildo.
But then something flashed through Yoo Jimin's mind. Lee Dongwoo. The face of that unpredictable devil. His power, his cruelty, and the cold madness lurking in his eyes.
What if… we fail?
That thought cooled Jimin's overheated mind like a splash of ice water. This man had said he could kill even the president. No matter that Han Seoyeon's father was a four-term member of parliament — could he possibly stand against him? No. Absolutely not.
Which left only one choice: how to survive in this hell. And, if possible, to receive even slightly better treatment. For that, she needed…
Trust.
She had to earn Lee Dongwoo's trust. To become something more than a mere toy in his eyes — something useful.
Then her gaze fell on Han Seoyeon, desperately trying to persuade her with that pleading expression. The arrogant princess who had always looked down on her. Right now, that girl's life hung entirely in Jimin's hands. Hatred reared its head. That loathsome bitch who had spent their entire school years subtly snubbing and tormenting her. Set her free, just like this? And then go back to living beneath her, the way it used to be? No. Never.
In that instant, a perfect plan crystallized in Yoo Jimin's mind. She would use Han Seoyeon. Pretend to help her escape, then tip off Lee Dongwoo at the most critical moment. It was the surest way to prove her loyalty to him. And at the same time, it was the perfect revenge play — one that would inflict despair on Han Seoyeon in the cruelest way imaginable.
A chilling smile spread across Yoo Jimin's lips. She dropped the wavering act, pretended to hesitate, and accepted Seoyeon's proposal.
"Okay… I'll… I'll let you go."
And from that moment, everything began to unfold exactly according to the cruel picture she had painted.
"Master! Han Seoyeon! This fucking bitch is running away!!!"
Yoo Jimin's throat-tearing scream sliced through the sliver of light leaking from the crack in the door. That voice was a dagger that pierced straight through Han Seoyeon's heart, which had been swelling with hope.
Click.
The closed door slammed open, and Lee Dongwoo's silhouette appeared, backlit by the hallway light. He showed not a hint of surprise at the unexpected situation. If anything, he looked at ease — as if he had seen through everything from the beginning. His gaze slowly swept over Han Seoyeon, frozen with her hand on the doorknob, and Yoo Jimin behind her, wearing a smile of madness.
"Han Seoyeon."
His voice, calling her name in a low register, carried a thread of laughter.
Dongwoo strode into the room. Han Seoyeon stumbled backward in time with his footsteps, only to find herself blocked by Yoo Jimin at her back. A devil in front, a traitor behind. She was a rat trapped in a perfectly sealed jar.
"N-no… that bitch…"
Seoyeon tried desperately to explain herself, but her terror-stricken voice couldn't form a proper sentence. Dongwoo roughly seized her jaw once more. His eyes were smiling, but there was not a shred of warmth in them.
He dragged Seoyeon as she was and flung her back into the center of the room. Then he picked up the iron chain that had fallen to the floor.
"Thanks to your friend, this 'education' is about to get a lot more interesting."
He jerked his chin toward Yoo Jimin.
"Well done."
At that brief word of praise, Yoo Jimin's face lit up with joy. Like a loyal dog praised by its master, she looked ready to wag a tail she didn't have.
"As a reward, I'll leave this bitch's training entirely in your hands."
Dongwoo pressed the chain into Yoo Jimin's palm and pointed with his chin at the dildo on the floor.
"You do it yourself. Break in this bitch's holes. If there's no progress in a week, you're the one who gets punished. Do well, though, and I'll give you a reward. How about it?"
At those words, Han Seoyeon's face went beyond pale — it turned a deathly, ashen blue.
He had originally intended to leave Han Seoyeon's development to Yoo Jimin anyway. That was why he'd thrown her the duffel bag in the first place. But that had only been a passing amusement. Now, of course, it looked different.
Lee Dongwoo's eyes sparkled with pleasure. Yoo Jimin and Han Seoyeon. The river those two women were crossing could no longer be uncrossed. Perfectly, just as he had planned. He looked at the chain gripped in Yoo Jimin's hand and laughed quietly. A dog that had proven its loyalty deserved a fitting reward.
"Yes. Very good."
Dongwoo gave Yoo Jimin's shoulder a light pat. Her body flinched at the familiar gesture, but a flush of joy rose to her cheeks.
"The more you wreck this bitch, the bigger your reward will be."
His voice was a sweet devil's whisper. Reward. That word awakened every desire that had been sleeping in Yoo Jimin's chest. The expectation that she could gain something more than mere survival in this hell.
"Clothes, food, or… other pleasures. Just say the word."
Dongwoo indicated Han Seoyeon with a jerk of his chin. She lay collapsed on the floor, so consumed by despair she didn't even twitch.
"It all depends on how well you train this bitch. Understood?"
"Yes! Yes, Master!"
Yoo Jimin nodded frantically. Her eyes were already painting not the Han Seoyeon in front of her, but the 'reward' she would receive. She adjusted her grip on the dildo. This was different from before. It was no longer a mere instrument of torture. It was the most important 'tool' for her own future.
"Then get started."
Dongwoo took a step back, leaned against the wall, and folded his arms. Like an audience member who had claimed the best seat in the house, ready to watch the show about to unfold.
Yoo Jimin approached Han Seoyeon slowly. There was no longer any agitation or hesitation in her eyes. Only cold resolve and a cruel sense of purpose gleamed there. She roughly spread the legs of the collapsed Seoyeon. Between those helplessly parted thighs, a place still untouched by anyone's hands was laid bare, defenseless.
"Alright, Seoyeon."
Yoo Jimin licked the tip of the dildo with her wet lips and smiled, chillingly.
"This is the real 'education' from now on."
The dildo in Yoo Jimin's hand approached the space between Han Seoyeon's spread legs. The head of that black, gleaming thing hovered at the entrance of her pussy, almost touching, almost not — circling, tormenting. At that cold preview, Han Seoyeon's last shred of reason snapped.
"You just try it! I'll fucking kill you! You cunt!"
A scream of pure venom rang through the narrow room. It was the last desperate thrashing of a terrified animal. But Yoo Jimin's expression didn't change in the slightest. If anything, she frowned as if annoyed.
"You're being loud."
She set the dildo down for a moment and walked toward the bathroom. A moment later, Han Seoyeon's panties — the ones she'd stripped off earlier — were in her hand. The faint, lingering smell of piss and dampness. Evidence of humiliation.
Yoo Jimin smiled cruelly and brought those filthy panties to Han Seoyeon's mouth. Seoyeon shook her head wildly in resistance, but Jimin roughly seized her cheek with one hand and locked her in place.
"Mph! Mmmpph!"
A wet, disgusting wad of fabric was forced into her mouth. The scream was swallowed whole, and tears burst forth like a fountain along with the gagging. As if that weren't enough, Yoo Jimin pulled a leather gag with a red ball from the toolbox beside her. She fastened it tightly over Seoyeon's panty-stuffed mouth. When she pulled the buckle and locked it behind her head, Han Seoyeon could no longer make any sound except unintelligible groans.
Mouth smeared with spit and tears, she glared at Jimin with eyes full of nothing but hatred and despair. Yoo Jimin felt a deep satisfaction looking at that wretched face. She picked the dildo up from the floor again. The obstruction was gone.
"Alright, shall we start over?"
Yoo Jimin squeezed a generous amount of clear gel onto the tip of the dildo. The slippery liquid gleamed on her fingers and the toy. She used those fingers to smear it messily around Seoyeon's entrance.
"Hmph! Mmph…!!"
Han Seoyeon's body arched like a bow. A gagged scream burst from her mouth, and her whole body thrashed in refusal. But Yoo Jimin paid no mind, pressing the gel-slicked head of the dildo against that small hole with a firm push.
Press.
Han Seoyeon's narrow gate opened, just a little, as if resisting. The sensation of that slippery foreign object digging into the soft flesh of her vaginal entrance was vivid.
"Hmmph…!! Mph!!"
Han Seoyeon's eyes flew wide with shock, as if they might burst. A scream erupted in her throat against the gag, and her whole body went rigid, convulsing. A violent, alien sensation she had never felt in her life. The terror of something hard and massive forcing its way into her most vulnerable place.
Yoo Jimin paused, as if savoring her struggle. Then she began to push the dildo in even deeper, very slowly.
Squelch…
A wet friction sound came from the dildo as it forced the narrow vaginal walls apart. The humiliatingly vivid sensation of vaginal fluid mixed with clear gel trickling down the inside of her thighs. Once the head of the dildo was fully inserted, Yoo Jimin began to thrust in earnest. She gripped Seoyeon's pelvis firmly with both hands and repeated the motion of driving the dildo deep and pulling it back out.
Shlick, squelch… thuck…!
The initially stiff movement gradually grew smoother as time passed. Every time the dildo slid in and out, slippery fluid overflowed from inside Seoyeon's pussy and ran down the cleft of her ass.
"Hngh… hmmph… nnngh…!"
Han Seoyeon's body rocked helplessly up and down. It was a piston with no pleasure — only pain and shame. The focus vanished from her eyes, and saliva dripped down the gag at the corner of her mouth. Her body, which had been resisting the sensation, was slowly, bit by bit, growing accustomed to the foreign object.
Watching this, Yoo Jimin's eyes narrowed. She pulled the dildo almost all the way out, then this time thrust it in all at once, very deep.
A wet squelch of fluid.
"Haaaaaammph…!!!"
The tip of the dildo slammed hard into the soft flesh near the entrance of her womb. At that piercing, electric shock through her lower belly — something she had never felt before — Seoyeon's waist arched like a bow. Her pussy clenched and released around the dildo in spasms. Her body had begun to respond, regardless of her will.
Yoo Jimin didn't miss that reaction. She worked her hips even more violently. Now the room was filled with nothing but wet friction sounds and Han Seoyeon's gagged moans.