This Is What You Wanted, Isn't It?

How... how could this be happening?

Han Seoyeon's mind had gone completely blank. Why was her father's secretary—that loyal old dog—taking Yoo Jimin's side? That crazy bitch's side?

A critical time. The words rang in her ears like tinnitus. The election. To her father, the election mattered more than his own daughter.

"Why..."

The cracked voice barely managed to squeeze its way out.

Yoo Jimin took one look at her face and smiled with the gentle patience of someone who already understood everything.

"I figured you'd wonder about that."

She crouched down again in front of Han Seoyeon, who sat slumped on the floor.

"It's all thanks to Master."

Infinite pride and worship mixed together in her voice.

"Mas...ter...? Lee Dongwoo... that bastard, what the hell...!"

No. That's impossible. That reeking loser—how could he possibly dare to touch my father's secretary?

She refused to accept it. All of this had to be some vicious lie that Yoo Jimin had cooked up.

"That's right. Master."

Yoo Jimin's fingers gently traced the entrance of Han Seoyeon's pussy, still slick with her own juices. The viscous fluid slid along her fingertip.

"That's the kind of man he is. That 'loser' you wouldn't have scraped from under your fingernails—he's the kind of man who can take your father's leash in his hand."

Yoo Jimin's finger slipped smoothly into the wet hole.

"Nnh...!"

At the sensation of a finger gently stirring her inner walls, her body flinched and trembled. She wanted to deny it, but her body was responding all over again.

"No... it's a lie...! That's impossible!"

"You still don't get it?"

Yoo Jimin's fingers multiplied—two, then three. The narrow hole was forced open as they pressed hard against the most sensitive wall deep inside.

"Your father's power is money and influence, right? But Master's power is the kind that grabs a person by their deepest, filthiest desires and shakes them."

"Haaah... nngh...!"

"Your father's secretary is no different."

Yoo Jimin's fingers began to move faster. The violent scraping of her inner walls made Han Seoyeon's hips buck of their own accord.

"You understand now? The world you believed in was nothing but a sandcastle."

Meanwhile, the world outside was perfectly peaceful.

In front of the National Assembly Building in Yeouido, Lee Dongwoo stood in a crisp suit, watching the crowds stream past with a faint smile. A single briefcase hung from his hand. He pictured what must be happening back there—two bitches devouring each other's bodies, having themselves a wonderful time.

In the meantime, he had finished a great deal of preparation. First, he had taken the leash of Representative Han Minguk's loyal old dog: Secretary Kim. All it had taken was a handful of cash and a few photographs of the man's secret little "hobby." With that, Han Seoyeon's disappearance had been recast as a sleepover at a friend's house.

Han Minguk, already frantic with election season in full swing, hadn't even bothered to be suspicious. He was the kind of man who cared more about his own face on tomorrow morning's front page than about his missing daughter.

A bitter smile touched the corner of Lee Dongwoo's mouth. He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small, worn photograph—himself as a child in a school uniform, and beside him, a girl smiling ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠awkwardly.

"Minji..."

He gently brushed the girl's face in the photo with his thumb.

"Now it begins."

His gaze settled beyond the National Assembly's rounded dome. A vast castle stood there—one he intended to bring down. And at the very top of that castle sat an arrogant king by the name of Han Minguk.

Han Seoyeon was nothing more than the first stone he would throw to shatter it.

Lee Dongwoo looked at the rounded dome and slipped the old photograph back inside his jacket. A cold autumn wind brushed past the collar of his suit.

Han Seoyeon was only the beginning. The real game started now.

His mind began turning over the problem of his next targets. Lee Jihyun. Kim Yumin. How should he handle those two bitches? Kidnapping them the same way he had Seoyeon, using Yoo Jimin as bait, carried far too much risk. How could he bring them in more safely—more certainly?

His footsteps stopped in front of a bench in Yeouido Park. He stood for a moment, lost in thought, gazing at the park pond.

Then a brilliant idea flickered through his mind.

What if I just... joined hands with the other side?

Han Minguk's political rival—a heavyweight in the opposition party. Approach him. Offer to expose Han Minguk's filthy secrets. And in exchange, borrow the "power" he needed to deal with those two bitches.

Using the enemy to defeat the enemy. It was the surest method—and the most deliciously stimulating one. A faint smile touched his lips. Just imagining that arrogant Han Minguk crumbling at the hands of his own rival was enough to send a thrill through him.

But...

He shook his head. It was still too soon.

The cards I hold right now are too few. I've got nothing but a single secretary of Representative Han Minguk's. Walking into the tiger's den with a hand that weak would be suicide.

First, he needed a more solid card. Irrefutable evidence that could bind Han Minguk—and his daughter Han Seoyeon—so completely that no one could deny it. Only then could he set the table for a real negotiation.

He stood up from the bench and started walking again. There was no more hesitation in his stride. The target was set.

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As evening deepened, Lee Dongwoo returned to his apartment.

He punched in the familiar passcode and opened the door. A damp, sweet smell stabbed at his nose from inside. The smell of heat. Of a bitch in season. He frowned and headed for the secret room in the back.

The scene inside was exactly what he had expected.

Yoo Jimin was grinding her high heel into Han Seoyeon's back as the ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other girl lay collapsed on the floor. A smile of mixed contempt and ecstasy—something unhinged—was plastered across her face.

"You're a bitch in heat—why the hell are you still trying to resist?!"

She shouted as she drove the pointed heel even harder into Seoyeon's back.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Your holes—front or back—are supposed to gape open for Master!"

"Hhk... ghh..."

Han Seoyeon could only let out groans of pain. Her entire body was stained with red whip marks, dried juices, and fluids of indeterminate origin. The haughty figure from just a few days ago was gone without a trace. All that remained was a broken doll rolling on the floor.

Lee Dongwoo watched the scene in silence. No emotion surfaced on his face. Leaning against the door, he spoke in a low voice.

"Looks like you've taught her enough."

At the sound of his voice, Yoo Jimin whirled around in shock. In an instant, as if the previous moment had never happened, her face snapped back into that of an obedient bitch.

"M-Master! You're back...?"

"Looks like you've taught her enough."

Still leaning against the door, Lee Dongwoo irritably yanked his tie loose and tossed it aside. He stripped off his jacket and shirt just as carelessly, then strode into the room. An oppressive aura of irritation and exhaustion poured off his entire body.

He didn't so much as glance at Yoo Jimin, who stood there not knowing what to do with herself. His gaze was locked solely on Han Seoyeon, collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.

He stopped right in front of her and looked down at his ruined "masterpiece" with contempt in his eyes.

"M-Master... that bitch kept resisting, so I..."

Yoo Jimin started to make excuses, but Lee Dongwoo raised a hand and cut her off. He finally turned his head and looked at her. She had frozen solid. There was no emotion in those eyes at all, which made them all the more terrifying.

"I'm going to see the results of your training today."

The voice was quiet, but it was more than enough to freeze the air in the room.

"If you didn't train her well enough,"

His gaze returned to Han Seoyeon on the floor. He slowly bent his knees and crouched in front of her, then roughly grabbed her ruined chin and forced her to look at him.

In Han Seoyeon's empty pupils, a devil's face was reflected.

"then you'll be the one who gets punished instead."

The instant those last words fell, every sound in the room vanished. Yoo Jimin's face went deathly pale. Terror at having dared to put a scratch on Master's "masterpiece," and the anxiety that her own training might have been incomplete, crashed over her entire body. She swallowed dryly and waited for Lee Dongwoo's next words. The fate of everyone in this room now rested entirely in his hands.

"Of course, if you did well, that's a different story."

Lee Dongwoo crouched in front of Han Seoyeon, who lay sprawled on the floor. He smiled gently as he lifted her ruined chin. Blue eyes steeped in terror, hatred, and drug-soaked lust took him in.

"I'm going to use your pussy for a bit."

The tone was so casual, so businesslike. As if he were borrowing someone else's property for a moment. His thumb gently stroked her chin.

"What it feels like to get fucked by force—by the loser you ignored, the one you looked at like a bug."

He whispered.

"Carve it into your body. And into your ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠soul."

"Hhk... uh..."

Seoyeon tried to resist, to say something, but all that leaked from her throat was a sound like an animal's groan. It was disgusting. It was terrifying. And yet her body burned of its own accord. From the chin his fingers had touched, a scorching heat seemed to spread through her entire body. Her pussy grew wet on its own, and she could feel the space between her legs turning slick and filthy.

"Master, should I hold her down?"

Yoo Jimin, standing beside them with a flushed, excited face, asked the question. She had been waiting for this moment. The moment Han Seoyeon would break beneath this filthy loser.

"No need."

Lee Dongwoo answered without even turning his head. He reached between Han Seoyeon's legs and ripped her soaked panties off in ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a single tear.

Cold air hit her bare skin, and her pussy—red and swollen—was fully exposed. The glistening folds, slick with her own juices, shamefully fluttered open as if already prepared to receive her master's cock.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already swollen to the point of bursting. The flushed, burning head gleamed under the damp lighting of the room. Lee Dongwoo pressed that scorching head against the sloppy-wet entrance of her pussy and began to slowly rub it back and forth.