I'll See How Sincerely You Serve Me
How much time had passed?
Her skull felt ready to split. A headache throbbed through her as if she'd been beaten with a sledgehammer, and Lee Jihyun slowly opened her eyes. Under the dim lighting, the unfamiliar, frigid room swam into blurry focus.
She turned her head to the side. And froze.
Two naked bodies lay curled beside her like fetuses. Faces she hadn't seen in a long time — faces she could never forget. Han Seoyeon. And Yoo Jimin.
Han Seoyeon was completely ruined. Her vacant eyes stared at a single point in empty space, and meaningless drool spilled from her lips. The dog collar locked around her throat made her look no longer human.
And Yoo Jimin beside her. Why the hell was she here? And they were all naked?
A chill ran over Jihyun's skin in the cold air, and she looked down at herself.
She too was completely naked, not a thread on her body. Around her neck sat a cold iron collar identical to Seoyeon's.
"Hey... what... what the hell is all this."
Her voice cracked. But no one answered. Seoyeon didn't even react, and Jimin only curled tighter at the sound of her voice.
A click.
The door opened. Lee Dongwoo stepped inside. He looked down at the three naked bodies huddled side by side with the satisfied gaze of a collector admiring his prizes.
"Ah, finally. Three of our club members, all together."
He smiled.
"A fine sight."
The man standing before her. The source of everything. That face was familiar. The loser they'd tormented so thoroughly in school — the worm they'd treated as less than an insect.
"Where the hell is this, you son of a bitch!"
Her body moved on instinct. Feet shoulder-width apart, left hand forward, right hand by her jaw. A perfect boxing stance. Everything she had honed over years in the ring, poured into that posture.
Dongwoo looked at that murderous stance and laughed, as if he found it entertaining. There wasn't a trace of tension or fear in his eyes.
"Still haven't unlearned those habits, I see."
He jerked his chin toward the two women huddled on the floor. Han Seoyeon, and Yoo Jimin. Both of them were watching the proud boxer's fate, trembling with fear.
"Those bitches barked just like you, at first."
Dongwoo took a step forward. Jihyun's nerves went razor-sharp — a beast's concentration, determined not to miss even the smallest movement.
"But look at them now."
Another step. The moment he entered her effective range, she was going to blow his jaw off. That was the only way to end this fucked-up situation.
But Dongwoo stopped right at the edge of that range. And then he simply... flicked one finger.
"Ghk...!"
In an instant, invisible chains wrapped around Jihyun's body. Her muscles contracted against her will, and her entire body convulsed beyond her control. Her perfect boxing stance crumbled without resistance. She dropped to her knees on the floor, trembling. Her body was no longer her own.
Dongwoo crouched in front of her collapsed form. He seized her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
"In here,"
He whispered, looking down at her with a mix of contempt and pity.
"that punching of yours is completely useless."
Dongwoo crouched in front of Jihyun, who lay collapsed and trembling on the floor. He gripped her damp chin and forced her to look at him. Terror, rage, and confusion at a phenomenon she couldn't comprehend all tangled together in her eyes.
"In here,"
His voice was utterly calm. As if teaching a child something obvious.
"there's only one thing that matters. Keeping me happy."
"What... the fuck are you talking about..."
Jihyun ground her teeth and snarled. Her body wouldn't move, but the fire in her eyes was still alive.
"Why the hell should I give a shit about keeping you happy."
Dongwoo smirked at that resistance. He turned his head and jerked his chin toward the two bitches huddled in the corner.
"If you don't get it, ask those bitches over there."
At his words, Jimin and Seoyeon's shoulders flinched in unison. They buried their heads even deeper, avoiding Jihyun's gaze.
"Those bitches barked just like you, at first."
Dongwoo stood, seized Jihyun's hair in a rough grip, and dragged her across the floor, throwing her in front of the two huddled women.
A wet thud. Three naked bodies tangled together.
"Get along. Especially you."
Dongwoo's cold gaze fell on Seoyeon, sprawled on the floor.
"Train your junior properly. If anyone crosses me again, you'll be answering with that hole of yours."
With that, he left the room. The door slammed shut.
Once again, only the three women remained. A heavy silence. And the ragged breathing of the newest bitch, freshly brought in.
She could move her body. The paralysis had lifted, but that horrific sensation of having every muscle puppeteered by invisible threads was branded into her mind like a scar.
Jihyun slowly pushed herself upright. The room reeked of semen, sweat, and terror. Beside her, two naked bodies huddled like abandoned animals.
She grabbed the nearest one — Jimin's shoulder — and shook her roughly.
"Hey."
"Hieek!"
Jimin convulsed, her whole body shaking. She kept her head bowed, unable to meet Jihyun's eyes. This was no longer the arrogant girl she'd once been. She was perfectly tamed livestock.
"Where... the hell is this."
Jihyun growled low.
"Th-this is..."
Jimin's voice shrank to a mosquito's whisper.
"The place where... we get punished... by M-Master..."
"What Master? You crazy bitch!"
Jihyun's shout rang through the room. This was insane. This girl, and that ruined Seoyeon over there. All of them.
But it wasn't Jimin who reacted to that shout.
"...Hic."
Seoyeon's body, which had been staring blankly into space, sprang up like a coil. Without anyone telling her to, she crawled on all fours and slammed her forehead to the floor. Then, like a bitch waiting to be mounted, she thrust her ass into the air.
A vacant face emptied of all emotion. But her body remembered, with perfect clarity, what punishment meant.
At that grotesque, wretched spectacle, Jihyun's burning rage froze solid. That ass rising of its own accord. It wasn't simply a gesture of terror. It was the product of countless repetitions. A conditioned reflex.
Something cold slithered down Jihyun's spine. Just what the hell had that insane bastard Dongwoo done to her. How had Han Seoyeon — who once thought she ruled the sky itself — become such a perfect bitch.
Her question didn't last long.
A click. The door that had just closed opened again.
It was Dongwoo. In his hands were a whip, rope, and bizarre metal instruments of unidentifiable purpose. Without a word, he set the tools on the floor. The cold, eerie clatter of metal on metal filled the room.
He surveyed the three naked bodies huddled before him. Then he smiled, satisfied.
"Well then."
He picked up a length of rope.
"Shall we begin our club's first official activity."
His gaze settled on Jihyun, sitting there in a daze. As if he'd already decided she was tonight's main event.
"Alright then."
Dongwoo sank deep into the room's only armchair, as if he'd been waiting for this. Like a king taking his throne. He crossed his legs and admired his new collection, scattered across the floor. His gaze swept over the three naked bodies in turn.
At last, his mouth opened.
The voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that froze every molecule of air in the room.
"Serve? What the fuck are you talking about!"
At that calm declaration, Jihyun's rage exploded. She planted her hands on the floor, surged to her feet, and snarled at Dongwoo.
"You think being a loser makes you a king now, you piece of shit!"
The naked national boxing champion glared at him with a fighter's eyes that still refused to break. Dongwoo merely smiled at that killing intent, as if it delighted him.
"That's right. Serve."
He repeated it kindly.
"Offering up that body of yours — and that pathetic little soul along with it — to give me pleasure. That's what serving means."
His finger pointed at Seoyeon, who was already staring at the floor, her mind gone.
"Like that bitch. No — even more perfectly than her."
At those words, Jihyun's reason snapped completely. She screamed like an animal and charged at Dongwoo. But just before her fist could seize his collar—
"Kh...uhk! Hwaaaaang...!"
An invisible force bound her entire body. Against her will she collapsed to the floor, her back arching like a bow. Violent convulsions wracked her as if she'd been electrocuted, and a thick gush of slick fluid erupted from her pussy. A horrific forced orgasm, pain and pleasure tangled together.
Dongwoo looked down coldly at her convulsing form and spoke to Jimin, who was trembling like a leaf beside her.
"Yoo Jimin."
"You go first. Show her how it's done. Seems your junior's education has gone very, very wrong."
On all fours, very slowly, she began to crawl toward Dongwoo's feet. Like the lowliest of worshippers crawling toward her god.