Play Nice Together. I'll Bring You a New Friend Soon.
With a wet, meaty squelch, Lee Dongwoo's hot, hard cock slammed in to the hilt.
"Hngh...!"
In that instant, Han Seoyeon's entire body went rigid. This was nothing like Yoo Jimin's dildo. This was the sensation of something alive driving into her deepest place and crushing her insides. A heavy pressure packed her lower belly full. A strange, nauseating fullness flooded her as her hollow womb was stuffed with a massive foreign presence, and her body jerked despite herself.
It was pain. And at the same time, it was a vicious, filthy pleasure.
"Hah..."
Lee Dongwoo let out a low groan at the feel of her pussy clamping tight around his cock. He held still for a moment, savoring the sight of her panting raggedly with every last inch of him swallowed to the root. His veined shaft twitched inside her, pulsing against her walls.
"Nngh... uh... ah..."
Against her will, Han Seoyeon's juices spilled out in a steady trickle. The space between her legs was a sticky mess, the fluid running down her thighs and dripping to the floor. Every time the massive cock filling her shifted, it felt as if the most sensitive flesh of her inner walls was being scraped raw.
In her head she told herself she had to push this filthy loser out of her. Her body was honest, though. It took his cock without resistance. Before she knew it, she was lifting her own hips, matching his rhythm.
"Kh...!"
Lee Dongwoo didn't stop. He slammed his hips into Han Seoyeon like an animal, and the wet, obscene slap of flesh on flesh filled the quiet room. Inside her body he was detonating every scrap of hatred, inferiority, and twisted desire he had ever stored up.
How much time passed, she couldn't say. His thrusts grew more violent, more savage. Like a beast sensing the end, he growled low against her ear as if he meant to tear it off.
And then, at last.
"Nnghhh...!"
Something scalding erupted toward the deepest reach of her womb.
Throb. Throb.
The sensation of another being's semen pulsing into her, flooding her from the inside. At that alien, horrific feeling, Han Seoyeon's body convulsed and shuddered. When Lee Dongwoo pulled out after finishing, a thick gush of white semen spilled from her pussy.
She gasped for breath, staring blankly at the sticky, musky fluid dripping between her legs. She couldn't believe her own eyes. No — she didn't want to believe them.
"No way."
"Did you come inside me?"
The words came out drained of all strength, trembling with terror.
Lee Dongwoo said nothing. He picked his clothes up off the floor and put them on. There was no satisfaction on his face, and no guilt — only the emptiness of a man who had finished what he came to do. Before leaving the room, he turned back to Han Seoyeon as if something had just occurred to him.
Then he nudged the pack of birth control pills on the floor with his toe. The pack rolled across the boards and came to a stop at her feet. He smirked. The emptiness from a moment ago was gone, replaced once more by a victor's arrogant ease.
Onahole.
The word hit her like a hammer — no, like a massive iron mace slamming into her skull.
Slave onahole.
She, who had once been hailed as a next-generation leader destined to carry South Korea on her shoulders, had been reduced to nothing more than a hole for this loser to dump his lust into. And the fact that he had come inside her.
Her thoughts tangled into a knot. It was disgusting. More disgusting than anything — and yet, in the deepest part of her body, in the realm of instinct, a strange tremor stirred. This man's seed was inside her. The humiliation of that fact, and a faint, twisted sense of possession, began to eat away at her mind.
She reached for the birth control pills with a trembling hand. But there was no strength left in her body. Her fingertips fell short, collapsing uselessly to the floor just before they touched the pack.
"Ah..."
Tears welled in her eyes once more.
Yoo Jimin, who had watched the entire scene, finally opened her mouth. As if the earlier moment had never happened, her face had returned to that obedient, loving expression.
"Master. I'll make sure that bitch takes them."
She said it, and picked the pills up off the floor.
When Lee Dongwoo shut the door behind him, only the two women remained. A heavy silence pressed down on the musky smell of mixed semen and juices, making it even thicker.
Yoo Jimin, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment, wasted no time. Without a shred of hesitation she roughly pried open Han Seoyeon's slack mouth and shoved the small white pill deep onto her tongue.
"You don't have the right to hold Master's precious seed in that filthy womb of yours. Not yet."
Yoo Jimin's voice was impossibly gentle. Like a mother giving medicine to her daughter.
"Later... once you've become a perfect bitch, he might let you get pregnant. He might even grant you the honor of birthing our club's first puppy."
The birth control pill.
It was the crystallization of every humiliation she had endured. The ultimate insult: your cunt is too filthy even to hold my seed.
It felt like shit. Every cell in her body seemed to scream. And yet, at the same time, she thought desperately.
No.
I can't have that bastard's child. Not yet. I can't let that monster's seed grow in my belly in the middle of this humiliation.
It was humiliation, and at the same time, her only way out.
Han Seoyeon closed her eyes. She pushed the pill rolling around in her mouth with her tongue and swallowed. She drank from the water glass sitting beside her. The cold water carried the pill down her throat.
Gulp.
She accepted it. This hell. And her role within it.
She was no longer Han Seoyeon. She was a hole for Lee Dongwoo's lust — livestock, managed so she wouldn't conceive his child.
A final tear slipped from her eye and fell to the filthy floor.
Outside, Lee Dongwoo sank deep into the living room sofa. A half-smoked cigarette was pinched between his fingers. With the faint moans and curses leaking from the room as his background music, he began planning the next hunt.
Han Seoyeon was finished. Two bitches left.
Lee Jihyun. That one was relatively simple. Put pressure on the landlord of the studio apartment she lived in, find every excuse to evict her. That stupid bitch would definitely thrash around somehow before she ended up on the street. That was the moment to strike.
The problem was Kim Yumin.
The only daughter of the Chilsung Group, the conglomerate that moved Korean industry. She was always surrounded by airtight security, and her father was a giant who made Han Minguk look like nothing. If he touched her clumsily, they wouldn't even find his bones. He needed a more careful, more cunning approach. A deep crease formed between his brows.
He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and looked down at the dark city beyond the window. Countless lights writhed like some enormous beast. Somewhere in those lights, what was that bitch Kim Yumin thinking?
A cold smile rose to Lee Dongwoo's lips once more. The stronger the prey, the more enjoyable the hunt.
I just want to go for it.
Of course, if he simply forced his way through, kidnapping Kim Yumin itself wouldn't be difficult. Lee Dongwoo leaned back into the sofa and exhaled a stream of smoke into the air. A few hired thugs would be enough to punch through that airtight security and drag her into this room.
But.
He gazed through the rising smoke at the glittering city nightscape. Down there beneath those lights, she was living as the princess of the Chilsung Group. If he did it that way, Kim Yumin would just become "the poor kidnapped heiress of a chaebol family." Looks of pity. Sympathetic news articles. And the enormous power that would mobilize to save her. That was not the picture he wanted.
No. It couldn't be that way. He could not let her wear the sympathetic mask of a victim.
That bitch had to be socially buried. Completely. In front of everyone, she had to be branded a filthy whore who spread her own hole. Like Han Seoyeon, it had to be a "runaway," not a "kidnapping." "Consensual sex," not "rape." The whole world had to see her take off her own clothes and spread her own legs. They had to know that the lofty princess of the Chilsung Group had really been a rag sucking off nameless men's cocks.
Only then would his revenge be complete.
Lee Dongwoo crushed his cigarette into the ashtray. The way to break Kim Yumin was not physical force. Something more cunning. More secret. He had to find her deepest desire — or her most fatal weakness — and make her destroy herself.
His eyes gleamed cold.
Lee Dongwoo stood up. He crossed the smoke-hazed living room and stopped at the window. The cold, hard nightscape of the city filled his eyes.
"For that... I'll need to plan a little more carefully."
He muttered it like he was talking to himself. His voice had gone cold. Kim Yumin was like a mountain. Charging it head-on would be stupid. To bring that mountain down, he had to find the invisible cracks. More meticulously. More cunningly.
He sank into thought for a moment, then spoke as if he'd made up his mind.
"First, I'll grab that bitch Lee Jihyun."
The order of the hunt was set. Easiest prey first.
His eyes turned back toward the secret room. Faint moans leaked through the crack in the door. Han Seoyeon was probably receiving a thorough "education" from Yoo Jimin right about now. A faint smile touched Lee Dongwoo's lips.
Lee Jihyun would soon be the new occupant of that room. And Han Seoyeon, as the senior, would kindly hand her place over to the newcomer.
He turned away from the window. There was nothing left for him here.
He whispered it to the empty living room.