You Know You Just Made a Completely Beastly Sound, Right?
Aphrodisiac.
The word slammed into Han Seoyeon's skull like a hammer. There was no way she didn't know what it meant. A drug she'd only ever seen in movies and novels — one that paralyzed human reason and left nothing behind but an animal's lust.
"Nngh... nnngh..."
No. That couldn't be.
But her body told no lies. The instant the drug slid down her esophagus and into her stomach, a scorching heat spread through her as if her entire body had been set on fire. At first it was only a small ember, kindled deep in her lower belly. In a heartbeat that ember raced through every vein she had, searing her from her fingertips to the tips of her toes.
Her skin itched. An unbearable itch swept over her, as if thousands of insects were crawling beneath her flesh. She twisted and rubbed her back against the bedsheets, but the itch would not fade. On the contrary — the more she rubbed, the worse it became, and at the far end of that itch a strange pleasure began to sprout.
Her body twitched. It was not the movement of someone trying to scratch an itch. It was, unmistakably, a writhing in pursuit of pleasure. Her bound limbs thrashed — the motions of a beast straining for greater stimulation.
Her cunt began to soak of its own accord. A volume of slick incomparable to before welled up like a spring, soaking her thighs and the sheets in a sticky mess. It no longer felt like just a hole. It felt as though her entire body had become the cunt of a bitch in heat.
"Hngh... ah... so... so hot... haah..."
A scorching moan spilled from her lips of its own will. The world before her eyes flickered red, as if everything had filled with a distant, drowning heat.
A satisfied smile rose on Yoo Jimin's face as she looked down at the spectacle.
"Looks like the drug's starting to kick in."
So saying, she climbed onto Han Seoyeon's convulsing, bound body. Yoo Jimin mounted her slowly, settling astride Seoyeon's waist, and looked down at the toy beneath her eyes with the posture of a perfect master.
"From here on, I'm going to wreck you. Beautifully."
She whispered it, then pulled a familiar object from the duffel bag. A thing that flashed gold — the symbol of the humiliation she herself had endured. The golden toothbrush.
The toothbrush's cold metal head traced along her burning collarbone, then slid slowly down toward her breasts. Goosebumps erupted across skin made hypersensitive by the drug.
"Hngh...!"
Yoo Jimin savored that reaction, then lightly dragged the bristles across Seoyeon's swollen breasts. Across white flesh already slick with sweat and heat, the toothbrush left a vivid red line in its wake.
"They're pretty big, huh?"
As if appraising merchandise, she tapped Seoyeon's nipple with the tip of the toothbrush. The nipple stiffened hard at the stimulation.
"C-cup? Or maybe even a D, with these?"
She couldn't answer. The only expression left to her was the twisting of her body, accompanied by ragged breathing.
Satisfied with Seoyeon's reaction, Yoo Jimin began brushing in earnest. As the metal bristles scraped mercilessly across the stiffened nipple, a bizarre sensation — pain and pleasure tangled together — punched straight through her brain.
"Haah... nngh! Hnngh!"
"You're dying, aren't you? Go on, die. How the hell did you even live with a body this filthy?"
Yoo Jimin laughed and began violating the other nipple the same way. Han Seoyeon could no longer even think of resisting. She was nothing but a pleasure doll, swaying in Yoo Jimin's hands.
Scriiitch—!
The golden toothbrush ravaged Han Seoyeon's nipple. Every time the metal bristles scraped across the rigidly erect bud, her drug-soaked body responded with brutal honesty.
"Khuh... hwaaaangh!"
A sound even she had never heard from herself — a beast's cry boiling up from the depths of her throat. It was a primal howl, torn from the border between pleasure and pain.
At that sound, Yoo Jimin's movements stopped. Her eyes went round. For a moment she looked almost startled. But that expression soon twisted into a smile overflowing with warped ecstasy and contempt — a smile of madness.
Yoo Jimin's voice cut through the room, cold as ice. She dangled the toothbrush in front of Han Seoyeon's face. The bristles were sticky with a mix of her saliva and sweat.
"That high-and-mighty parliamentarian's daughter just howled like a bitch in heat. Just now."
Yoo Jimin cackled and flung the toothbrush to the floor. Then she slapped Seoyeon's cheek hard with her open palm.
"This is what you always were! Isn't it?!"
She screamed. Every ounce of hatred and inferiority she'd been suppressing exploded in that voice.
"Peel off that holier-than-thou shell and you're just a filthy bitch who loses her mind over cock! That's what you are, Han Seoyeon!"
Hot.
Hot as if all the blood in her body were flowing backward, and beneath her skin, as if tens of thousands of insects were crawling.
Han Seoyeon glared up at Yoo Jimin with eyes gone dry from tension and terror. I want to kill that bitch. I want to tear that filthy, vicious bitch's limbs apart and give back every last bit of the pain I've suffered these past few days.
But separate from that hatred, her body was sending shameful signals. Yoo Jimin's touch hadn't even grazed her, and still her cunt soaked of its own will. The sensation of hot, sticky fluid sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her own body was betraying her.
Her mind hated that bitch. Her body was already anticipating the next pleasure that bitch would give her. This hideous contradiction. It was disgusting. The fact that she, like a bitch in heat, was soaking her cunt regardless of who stood in front of her — it made her sick beyond reason.
Pain would have been better. If it were the pain of being beaten, of being torn, she thought she could endure it. But this pleasure... this pleasure was the most vicious punishment of all, one that shoved her very soul into a filthy sewer.
Tears slid down her cheeks. From rage, and from the pathetic ease with which she was falling apart. Yoo Jimin saw through the meaning of those tears with perfect precision.
"Why are you crying? Because it feels good?"
She laughed and climbed down off Han Seoyeon's body. Then she whispered into the bound girl's ear, her voice cold as a snake.
"Or because you just realized how filthy your body really is?"
Han Seoyeon forced herself to ignore Yoo Jimin's words. This place was hell, and Yoo Jimin was nothing more than a demon who lived in it. Yes. Hell. If she could just get out of this hell somehow.
The scorching heat flowed through every vein in her body, burning away her reason. On the border between pleasure and pain, Han Seoyeon thought desperately. If I can just get out of here, I can do anything.
Yoo Jimin's face floated before her eyes — that face that mocked her, toyed with her, trampled her. Han Seoyeon closed her eyes and imagined wrapping her hands around that bitch's throat. This fucking bitch, and that piece-of-shit Lee Dongwoo too. I'll kill them. With my own hands.
An image of blood overflowing, of flesh tearing away. That cruel revenge was the only strength that let her endure this hell.
But...
Another face rose in her mind. Her father, who had always been her most reliable backing. What the hell is Dad doing? Why isn't he doing anything? Your daughter is being treated worse than an animal!
The lament that burst inside her became resentment, crushing her heart. The laws of the world and the power she had believed in her entire life were worthless inside this small room.
Then a cold voice bored into her ear.
"Still thinking about Daddy?"
It was Yoo Jimin. She had already drawn close, peering into Han Seoyeon's despair-filled eyes.
"Nobody's coming to save you here, Seoyeon."
Yoo Jimin whispered it, then pulled something else from the duffel bag. This time it was a cold instrument of silver metal, shaped like a pair of tongs.
"Not your daddy. And not God."
She smiled and spread the metal clamp wide. Lined along the inside, dense and sharp as a crocodile's teeth, were serrated ridges. Still smiling, she opened those jaws wider.
Watching it approach, Han Seoyeon's pupils contracted with terror. Her body, still burning hot from the aphrodisiac, seemed to go cold as instinct foresaw the pain that was coming.
Snap.
"KYAAAAAAAAAH!"
The instant the clamp bit mercilessly into her rigidly erect right nipple, a scream no one would believe came from a human being tore from Han Seoyeon's throat. A sharp pain as if every nerve in her body had been severed. But that pain lasted only a moment. Her drug-soaked body took even that pain and used it as raw material for pleasure. In the place the pain had been, a wave of pleasure powerful enough to burn her brain crashed over her. Her back arched as if it would snap, and she thrashed on the bed like she was having a seizure.
Yoo Jimin looked down at the spectacle with a blank expression. She opened her mouth beside Seoyeon's convulsing ear, as if whispering a curse.
"Seoyeon."
The cold voice gouged into a reason already being consumed by pleasure.
"Don't think about anything else."
Her fingers gently stroked Seoyeon's wet cheek.
At Yoo Jimin's concise words, Han Seoyeon clenched her teeth. She had no intention whatsoever of accepting that.
Fucking bitch....