The Humiliating Show
Well, then, let's begin. Your humiliating show.
She crawled on all fours, very slowly, toward Lee Dongwoo's feet.
Like the most pathetic believer crawling toward a god. Her empty eyes were fixed solely on the zipper of her master's pants, which sat on the sofa.
Zip.
She unzipped it herself.
A flesh-colored, violently swollen mass erupted from within. The crimson, swollen glans glistened under the room's dim light, vibrating with an unpleasant odor.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yoo Jimin took that massive cock into her mouth and extended her tongue to lick the transparent liquid that had gathered at the tip of the glans.
Very politely and meticulously, as if polishing the world's most precious gemstone.
"What... what are you doing!"
Lee Jihyun couldn't believe the scene unfolding before her eyes. Disgust surged through her like reflux esophagitis.
Just yesterday, that woman had been a cruel queen ruling over the weaklings.
But now, she was sucking the cock of one of those weaklings with such an ecstatic expression.
"You're all insane!"
Her shout only echoed hollowly around the room.
Yoo Jimin seemed not to hear Jihyun's outburst at all, focusing solely on her task.
Her tongue grew bolder. She pulled back the foreskin covering the glans and licked every crevice between the hidden folds.
Slurp, suck, lick.
Slurping and lewd sounds filled the room.
That sound was like a drug that numbed even Jihyun's remaining sanity.
"Look."
Lee Dongwoo said in a panting voice just before orgasm. He grabbed Yoo Jimin's hair and pressed her harder against his thigh.
"This is what service is."
His gaze was not on Yoo Jimin, but on the horrified Lee Jihyun.
"Soon, that will be your duty as well."
From Lee Dongwoo's spent cock, precum and semen mixed with saliva formed a sticky thread that dripped from the corner of Yoo Jimin's mouth.
Without thinking to wipe it away, Yoo Jimin crawled back to her original spot on all fours.
Her mind was empty. Only the relief of having fulfilled her master's command and the unknown terror that might soon come dominated her.
Lee Dongwoo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching this pathetic procession.
His pants zipper was still open, and his red, swollen cock hung its head in satisfaction.
He smiled contentedly and spoke.
"Now, I'm going to make you compete against each other."
His voice echoed quietly in the room.
"Through this competition, the winner will receive a prize, and the loser will get a very scary punishment."
Punishment. The word made the shoulders of Yoo Jimin and the dazed Han Seoyeon tremble simultaneously.
They already knew what "punishment" meant in this room from their bodies.
"Shut up, you crazy bitch..."
Lee Jihyun, sprawled on the floor, growled. The remaining numbness in her body and the disgusting sight before her eyes had left her sanity in tatters.
Lee Dongwoo lightly ignored her defiance. He continued speaking like a game show host explaining the rules.
"I won't tell you what the punishment is right now, but the prize will be very sweet. So, give it your all."
His gaze slowly swept over the three naked women, as if grading the livestock at an auction.
"Today's first competition event is..."
He paused for a moment, as if enjoying it.
"...a fun show."
Lee Dongwoo declared from his throne-like seat, looking down on the room like a tyrant. His eyes sparkled with pleasure.
"From now on, the woman who creates the most pathetic and vulgar entertainment in front of me will be the winner."
The three women's reactions were different. Yoo Jimin and Han Seoyeon trembled with fear, while Lee Jihyun glared at him, suppressing her boiling rage.
"Of course, there must be a prize and punishment?"
Lee Dongwoo pointed with his chin to the small ice bucket beside the sofa.
"For the winner, I'll give you a very delicious steak. The highest-grade tenderloin, grilled by me personally."
His voice was so affectionate that it gave chills.
"But the loser..."
His gaze turned to the small black velvet box on the floor.
"Will get a pretty accessory that means 'useless bitch'. Forever."
She could guess what that accessory was without being told. It was the brand. An indelible mark of humiliation.
Lee Dongwoo snapped his fingers.
"Well, then, let's begin. Your humiliating show."
Before the declaration could even finish, the first to move was Yoo Jimin.
She wiped her expression as if she had never trembled in fear. Her empty eyes.
But inside them, cold calculation for survival flashed. Like flipping a switch, her body rose onto the stage.
This was now her broadcasting studio. The viewer was only one: her master.
She slowly stood up and brushed her hair back. That movement without the slightest hesitation made Lee Jihyun unconsciously hold her breath.
Yoo Jimin's body began to dance to the rhythm. There was no music, but her body itself became music.
Her hips swayed seductively from side to side, and her heaving breasts danced up and down, melting the viewer's guts.
It was the professional movements of a skilled streamer. She knew exactly where Lee Dongwoo's gaze lingered.
She bent her body, placed her hands on the floor, arched her back like a cat, and thrust her hips right in front of his eyes.
Between her perfectly spread legs, her pussy, swollen red with arousal, was exposed without shame.
The glistening labia, dripping with fluids, shone like pearls under the room's lights.
Drip.
One drop. Clear, transparent pussy juice hung dangling from the tip of her clitoris, then fell to the cold floor, unable to overcome gravity.
She remained on the floor, lying down, legs spread wide. Using both hands, she further spread her pussy and showed him the accumulated fluids inside.
"Ha..."
A hollow laugh escaped Lee Jihyun's mouth. Is this... human? Is this a woman?
Contempt and disgust enveloped her entire body. She thought it would be better to die than do such things.
Of course, Lee Dongwoo watched the scene with satisfaction. His crotch had swelled to an embarrassing degree.
He simply nodded without saying a word. The first participant's show was a pass, for now.
After Yoo Jimin's dazzling show, a brief silence fell in the room. She crawled back to the corner and hid, holding her breath.
At that moment, Han Seoyeon, who had been staring blankly into space with empty eyes, began to move very slowly.
She crawled on all fours. The target was only one: the master sitting on the throne, Lee Dongwoo.
Her movements were unnaturally natural. Like a real beast that had walked on all fours for a long time.
She stopped at Lee Dongwoo's feet. Then raised her head and looked up at him. In her empty pupils, only the image of her master was reflected.
"Woof."
A sound escaped her mouth.
It wasn't a human voice. It was the real sound of a dog barking.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
As if she had a tail, she wagged her hips from side to side.
She extended her long tongue and licked his pants with a slurping sound. Near the tailbone, a cluster of unknown black fur hung shamefully and swayed.
Perfect, a bitch in heat.
"Insane..."
A groan involuntarily escaped Lee Jihyun's mouth.
It was confusing. Her brain refused to accept that the thing before her eyes, which had once stood shoulder to shoulder with her as Han Seoyeon, could become this.
It could happen. This could be the future appearance of the winner in this room.
At that thought, a tiny, yet tenacious seed of fear began to sprout in her heart, which had been filled with disgust and contempt.
She secretly touched the cold metal collar around her neck with her own hand.
Lee Dongwoo watched this perfect work and smiled satisfiedly. He reached out and stroked Han Seoye'son's head like a dog's.
"Good girl, good."
Han Seoyeon seemed satisfied with her master's praise and crawled back to her place.
She licked up the saliva she had spilled on the floor with her tongue and took the perfect posture of a beast waiting for the next command.
Yoo Jimin's show and Han Seoye'son's antics. The two bitches displayed their humiliation to the master in their own ways.
On their naked bodies floated both the desperation for survival and the remnants of a soul already broken.
Only Lee Jihyun stood rooted in place.
Her eyes burned. Rather than participating in this disgusting spectacle or these madmen's games, she would rather die.
Her entire body was shouting that. It was the unyielding gaze of a fighter who would not yield to humiliation.
Lee Dongwoo leaned against the sofa, watching everything silently. The smile on his lips grew thicker and thicker.
Finally, he spoke.
"The time limit is up?"
He slowly and leisurely stood up from his seat. The sound of his shoes broke the silence in the room.
His footsteps approached without hesitation toward Lee Jihyun, the last remaining beast that hadn't sheathed its killing intent.
He stopped right in front of her nose. He looked straight into the eyes of the woman, who was one span smaller than him but seemed impossible to look small.
"You have a very great pride, don't you?"
Lee Dongwoo chuckled and picked up the small velvet box that had been on the floor.
"But listen. Do you know what the most useless thing in this room is? It's your pathetic pride."
His fingers opened the box. Inside were silver sharp piercing needles and a cute ring with a small bell dangling from it.
"For the loser, you must receive punishment."