Chapter 35: Now You Must Eat with Your Lower Mouth Too?
When she regained consciousness, Han Seoyeon was no longer tied to the bed.
But the sensation of the leather belt that had been squeezing her body like a phantom still lingered, making her wrists and ankles throb painfully.
The drug hadn't worn off yet, and unexplained heat kept rising from deep inside her body.
She was wearing only a strange T-shirt and crouching on the cold floor.
Tap, tap.
At that moment, the door opened and Yoo Jimin entered. Unlike yesterday, she was dressed in a neat dress. In her hand was a tray holding a piece of steaming toast.
Han Seoyeon lifted her head and looked at the figure that was so different from herself. Her hoarse voice barely managed to come out.
“Why… why did you call me here?”
Anger flared in her eyes once more.
“Just because of that bastard Lee Dongwoo? Just because of that one guy, can you do this to me?”
Yoo Jimin set the tray on the floor and smiled faintly. That smile was so innocent that it sent a chill down her spine.
“Well, that's one of the reasons.”
She answered casually and squatted in front of Han Seoyeon. Then, as if handling something precious, she gently stroked her disheveled hair.
“But that's not all.”
Yoo Jimin's eyes curved like a crescent moon. In her pupils, a dark, deep desire swirled.
“There are others I want to call too.”
“What…?”
“Think about it, Seoyeon. You're just the beginning. There's nothing more thrilling than bringing down the one who was at the top.”
Yoo Jimin's finger gently brushed Han Seoyeon’s lips.
“This room is going to become our club from now on. A very special club for girls like you who were so outstanding and arrogant.”
She whispered, then took out her smartphone and showed the screen in front of Seoyeon.
On the screen was a photo from the graduation album of the high school they had attended. And on it, red circles were drawn around the faces of several female students. Among them were faces that Han Seoyeon herself remembered clearly.
The smartphone screen filled her vision. Familiar school uniforms, awkward smiles. The graduation album.
Among the many faces, one stood out. Her own face. Above it was a clear X mark drawn with red pen.
And next to it. The faces of Lee Jihyun and Kim Yumin. On the faces of the two girls who had once followed her like shadows, red circles were drawn, nothing written yet.
A chilling premonition ran down her spine.
“No way… this…?”
Her voice didn't come out properly.
Yoo Jimin smiled brightly. That smile was warm like spring sunshine, but inside it was colder than winter frost.
“Yes.”
Her finger gently brushed Lee Jihyun's face.
“They are the bitches who tormented Master.”
She said it casually, like a child picking the next doll in a toy store.
“You, Jihyun, Yumin. The three of you always followed me around and ignored me. Don't you remember?”
She flipped the screen. More faces appeared. And without fail, red circles were drawn above them.
“Of course, it's not just the three of you.”
Yoo Jimin poked the X-marked face of Han Seoyeon.
“It means you've been 'completed'. An honorable founding member of our club. How does it feel? Isn't it glorious?”
She laughed and stood up, looking very satisfied with Han Seoyeon crouching on the floor.
“Those girls will soon become like you too. Coming here, they'll become your juniors. They'll get along well with you and take care of Master together.”
Yoo Jimin's eyes sparkled with joy. She was enjoying revenge itself.
“You…!”
Han Seoyeon, still crouching on the floor, ground her teeth.
“You tormented Dongwoo too, that bastard!”
Her angry voice was about to tear apart. That was right. Although she and Jihyun and Yumin had led it, Yoo Jimin hadn't joined in on that 'fun' either.
She could do it, but I couldn't? What an egoistic and disgusting logic.
But there was no wavering on Yoo Jimin's face. Instead, she nodded as if it was the most natural thing.
“Yes.”
She gently held Han Seoyeon’s chin and forced their eyes to meet.
“That's why. That's why, from now on, you must atone to Master.”
In her pupils, something dark and deep swirled. It wasn't just revenge or hatred. It was a fanatical, twisted devotion.
“You don't understand. You've never earnestly wanted anything even once.”
Yoo Jimin's finger gently brushed Seoyeon’s lips.
“Master is… salvation to me.”
She whispered. So small and secretive that only she could hear it.
“And you dirty bitches like you must become the sacrifice for that salvation. Right?”
Yoo Jimin stood up and picked up the toast tray from the floor. Then, as if feeding a dog, she tore off a piece of toast and brought it to Seoyeon’s lips.
“Here, eat. You need to gather your strength. You have to prepare to welcome your juniors.”
A smile filled with pure malice bloomed on her face.
Her trembling gaze lingered on the toast. A piece of bread that was steaming faintly, extremely ordinary.
But to Han Seoyeon right now, it was the lifeline and the symbol of humiliation.
She extended her trembling hand and picked up the bread piece. When the tips of her fingers touched the warmth of the bread, paradoxically, goosebumps rose all over her body.
She brought the toast to her mouth and bit off a piece weakly. Dry bread crumbs crunched in her mouth. No taste was felt.
She's crazy. That bitch Yoo Jimin is perfectly crazy.
Only that thought lingered in her mind. Revenge? Hatred? It wasn't a realm that could be explained by such simple emotions.
“Club”, “atonement”, “sacrifice”… That woman had created her own world, her own cruel religion. And in it, she saw herself as God's deputy and the most faithful apostle.
But with this crazy woman, my life was at stake.
That fact was bone-chillingly painful. She mechanically chewed and swallowed the bread. She had to survive.
She had to survive this hell somehow and cut the breath of that crazy woman and that 'Master' bastard with her own hands.
To do that… she had to accept the food this crazy woman was giving her right now.
Yoo Jimin watched her with a very satisfied expression, like a master watching a trained pet eating the food in her hand.
“Yeah, good girl. Eat a lot.”
Yoo Jimin’s voice was so affectionate that it made her nauseous.
“I'll get busy soon. I have to educate your juniors too, and serve Master. My body isn't enough even if I had ten of them?”
Han Seoyeon didn't answer. She just silently chewed the bread.
“Jihyun… she had such pretty legs, right? It would fit Master’s taste perfectly. As a senior, you should think in advance about how to develop Jihyun’s pussy.”
At those cruel words, Han Seoyeon’s hand stopped. Jihyun. Yumin.
The thought of them being brought here and suffering the same fate as herself. It was rather comforting.
“And you, me, Jihyun, Yumin… the four of us will use this room together, getting along well.”
Yoo Jimin, lost in ecstasy, closed her eyes and whispered.
“Isn't it too cool? Our secret club.”
She wasn't in her right mind.
And she was the first butterfly caught in the claws of this crazy woman.
When she forcibly swallowed the last piece of toast.
“You’ve eaten it all?”
Yoo Jimin’s voice came. She lifted Han Seoyeon’s chin from the floor and made a pretend worried expression.
“Oh my, that alone might not be enough. Now you have to eat with your lower mouth too?”
Her eyes sparkled with lewd light as she scanned between Seoyeon’s legs. Because of the drug, it was wet and the outline was clearly visible through the T-shirt.
“Crazy… bitch…!”
A hoarse voice burst from Han Seoyeon’s mouth. She struggled to lift her powerless body, but it was just like a worm crawling on the floor.
“Yes, I am a crazy bitch.”
Yoo Jimin laughed brightly and climbed back on top of Seoyeon. Then, she deeply kissed her lips, which were smeared with mashed toast and saliva.
“Mmmph!”
Without any resistance, Yoo Jimin’s tongue plunged into Seoyeon’s mouth and explored every corner. The wet sound of tongues intertwining and saliva mixing filled the room.
After kissing for a long time, Yoo Jimin reluctantly pulled her lips away. A long, sticky strand of saliva stretched between their lips like silver thread.
“Your lower mouth must be kept clean for Master.”
She said that, then took out a large black dildo from her duffel bag. It was the very symbol of the humiliation she had experienced.
“Instead, I'll let you eat it in another hole. Specially.”
Yoo Jimin flipped Seoyeon’s body, lifting her hips. Then, after generously applying gel to the dildo, without any hesitation, she thrust it towards her anus.