The Biggest Whore Wins. Simple, Right?
Her body lifted into the air. Invisible chains bound her limbs tight, pinning her in a crucifix against empty space — an absolute restraint that no force on earth could break.
"What the fuck is this?!"
The curse tore from Lee Jihyun's mouth. She thrashed, but her bound limbs didn't so much as twitch.
Lee Dongwoo approached. He smiled like a demon as he held a velvet box up before her eyes.
"I'll put a very pretty ornament on you."
His voice was impossibly gentle.
"Something that suits that famous pride of yours perfectly."
He drew a sharp piercing needle from the box. Catching the light in the room, the needle's tip gleamed with a sinister edge.
"I'm going to punch a pretty little hole through your nipple and hang this bell on it."
He held up a small silver bell.
"Every time you move, it'll ring. Ding-a-ling. A little reminder of what a cheap bitch you are."
"Shut up, you crazy fuck...!"
Lee Jihyun's pupils trembled with terror. Her nipples. The most sensitive, most humiliating place on a woman's body.
Lee Dongwoo laughed at her resistance and stepped up to her chest. He reached out and gave her left nipple a light pinch — already stiff from fear and cold.
"Hngh!"
Her body jerked at the sharp sensation.
"Don't worry."
He whispered.
"I'll pierce it so gently you won't feel a thing. Now then."
Lee Dongwoo brought the needle toward her left breast. His other fingers closed softly around the rigidly erect nipple once more.
"Shall we begin?"
So whispering, he began tapping the needle's tip against the tender flesh around her nipple. Poke. Poke. He hadn't broken the skin yet. He was simply branding the cold, sharp sensation of the needle into every last nerve ending.
"Hiiik! Aaaaah!"
A scream tore from Lee Jihyun's throat as if it would split her open. It wasn't from pain. It was pure terror of the pain that was coming — and the extreme humiliation of having her most sensitive part toyed with in this madman's grip.
"Don't! Please, don't, you son of a bitch!"
She wailed and thrashed, but the invisible chains only bound her tighter. At that scream, the two bitches huddled in the corner trembled as one. Terrified of a future that might soon be theirs, they clutched each other even tighter.
"Oh, look at that. Already wet?"
Lee Dongwoo snickered and pulled the needle away for a moment. Her nipple had already swollen hard with fear and arousal, gleaming slickly. He grinned and this time aimed the needle's tip dead-center on the nipple.
"This'll only hurt for a second. Just a second."
And without hesitation, he drove the needle in.
Thuck———!
The horrible, vivid sensation of tender flesh being punched through.
"GRAAAAAAAAH!"
Lee Jihyun's vision went white. A sharp, living pain as if every nerve in her body were burning. Lee Dongwoo pushed the blood-slicked needle all the way through to the other side, then threaded a ring with a small silver bell onto it.
With a click, the first brand was complete. On her left breast now hung a bell of humiliation that would never come off.
The smell of blood, the metallic tang of iron, and the scent of seared flesh. Lee Dongwoo smiled with satisfaction at those smells. Without a moment's hesitation, he brought the needle to the other breast.
Thuuuck——!
The second brand was carved at a point of perfect symmetry with the left. Now two bells hung from her chest, ready to clink and jingle against each other every time she moved.
Lee Dongwoo admired his work, wiping the bloodied needle on his fingers. His gaze drifted slowly downward.
Legs arched like a bow, fixed in midair. And nestled between them, the last bastion of her resistance. A clitoris swollen red with terror and shame.
The instant she realized where his eyes were going, rage and terror burst in Lee Jihyun's eyes as if the blood vessels would rupture.
Not there. Anywhere but there.
"If... if you touch me there..."
She ground her teeth, growling through a cracked voice.
"I swear... I'll fucking kill you."
It wasn't a simple threat. It was an oath, staking every last scrap of her remaining soul.
Lee Dongwoo laughed even more delightedly at that desperate vow.
"You'll kill me?"
Needle in hand, he slowly approached the space between her legs.
"How? In this condition?"
His fingers gently traced up the inside of her trembling thighs. Her body jerked, convulsing.
"Fine. Let's put that to the test."
Lee Dongwoo's eyes flashed.
"When I've crushed even that last fortress of yours, I want to see just how you plan to kill me. I'm really looking forward to it."
So saying, he brought the needle's tip to rest just above her swollen clitoris.
The last line of defense was breached with pathetic ease.
A woman's most sensitive, most essential part. A sharp needle punched through her clitoris without mercy.
"Graaah... AAAAAH! AAH!"
Lee Jihyun's face twisted into something wretched. Every nerve in her body condensed into that single tiny point and exploded in agony. Even her screams couldn't form proper sounds — they tore out of her like an animal's howl.
From her cunt, a sticky mixture of blood and arousal gushed out. Her body convulsed violently, arching like a bow in midair.
"I'll kill you... you fucking bastard, I'll kill you...!"
On that hellish threshold between pain and pleasure, she repeated the same words like a madwoman. Lee Dongwoo savored those desperate curses as if they were beautiful music.
He threaded a slightly smaller bell than the ones on her nipples through her clitoris.
Click. The final brand was complete.
He smiled with satisfaction and whispered in her ear.
"Go on, then. Kill me."
He caught one of her hands as it flailed in the air and pressed it to his own throat.
"If that's what you want so badly, I'll gladly offer you this neck."
He didn't even glance at Lee Jihyun, still thrashing in her aerial bonds. He turned his back on her as if discarding a filthy toy, and stood once more before the two bitches crouched in the center of the room.
Jingle. Jingle...
Every time Lee Jihyun struggled, the little bells on her body made a pitiful, obscene sound.
"Now then."
Lee Dongwoo sat back down on the sofa. The madness of a moment ago was gone from his voice; he was once again the bored host of a game.
"Let's move on to the next round."
His eyes swept over Yoo Jimin, frozen in terror, and Han Seoyeon, with her empty gaze.
"The next contest is... a test of who is the most depraved slut."
A cruel smile touched his lips.
Lee Dongwoo lounged on the sofa, ruling over his little kingdom. At his feet, two bitches cowered in terror. In the air, one beast hung in despair. A perfect composition.
"Of course, this contest has prizes and punishments too."
His voice was sweet as honey, but the poison in it was enough to paralyze the souls of all three women.
"The winner gets a meal. Warm white rice and steaming meat stew. You've been starving for days, haven't you? Hungry?"
A meal. That most ordinary, everyday word had become, in this hell, an object of desire more desperate than anything else in the world. Yoo Jimin — and even Lee Jihyun, who had been out of her mind with pain — could be heard swallowing dryly.
"But the loser..."
His gaze drifted once more to the space between Lee Jihyun's hanging legs.
"Gets a very scary punishment. Ever heard of Clitoral Weighting?"
He snickered.
"I hang a very heavy iron weight from that most sensitive scrap of flesh of yours, and prove to the whole world just what a filthy slut you are."
Clitoral weighting. The moment that phrase lodged clearly in her ears, every drop of blood in Yoo Jimin's body ran cold. She instinctively pressed her thighs together.
The image of a cold, heavy iron weight hanging from her most sensitive place. Just imagining it made her vaginal entrance clench of its own accord.
No. Anything but that.
She pressed her forehead to the floor, trembling. There was only one way to win. To put on a show more depraved, more whorish, than Lee Jihyun — who had already been punished — or Han Seoyeon, who was already completely broken.
Her mind began racing. What kind of show would she have to put on to catch Master's eye?
Han Seoyeon reacted faintly to the word "punishment." For a brief instant, a flicker of terror passed through her empty pupils. Her body already remembered countless punishments. It convulsed, faintly. Depraved slut. Whore. Those words seemed to be sending some kind of signal through her shattered mind.
And Lee Jihyun, hanging in midair. She had heard it clearly too. This wasn't a joke. This crazy bastard would actually do it. The three brands just carved into her body were proof of that.
Pain and shame swept through her body all over again. Iron weights. The weight of that word crushed even the last of her remaining pride. She was afraid. For the first time in her life, she felt a terror worse than death.
Jingle.
As she trembled with fear, the bell on her chest rang pitifully.
Lee Dongwoo savored the despair of the three women like a gourmet with the most exquisite dish before him. Terror was the finest seasoning of all.
He smiled with satisfaction and opened a small chest beside him. Inside, gleaming iron weights of various sizes and hefts were displayed.
"Well then. Shall we begin the second show?"
He picked up the smallest, lightest-looking weight.
"This time, who wants to go first and entertain me?"