No Mercy for the Loser
Lee Dongwoo was sprawled deep into the sofa, letting out a bored yawn.
At his feet, the tangled mass of naked bodies held their breath, waiting for his next command.
“So.”
He snapped his fingers once.
“Time to start the second show.”
His foot kicked the box beside the sofa with a dull thud.
With a heavy clunk, the lid flew open, and three grotesquely oversized dildos rolled out.
Dark, bumpy, and thick as a grown man’s forearm.
He pointed at them with a curt nod.
“From now on, I want to see which of you cums first.”
The three women’s faces froze simultaneously.
Could they really shove something like that inside themselves? And even finish first?
“The one who cums last will get punished.”
Dongwoo’s voice was strangely cheerful.
“You know that, don’t you? There’s no mercy for the loser.”
He tapped the metal rod inside the box with his finger.
“The one who cums last will get punished.”
That was the signal.
Yoo Jimin lunged toward the grotesque dildo on the floor like a beast.
In her eyes, only the desperate instinct to survive remained.
Without hesitation, she drove the massive dildo deep into her mouth.
With a wet gag, thick saliva poured from her lips like a waterfall.
She coated the entire dildo in her spit.
Next to her, Han Seoyeon seized the dildo with animal instinct.
Instead of putting it in her mouth like Jimin, she smeared her dripping juices all over it with her own hand.
Her body was already prepared for any stimulation.
Thud.
Yoo Jimin was the first to push the monster into her pussy.
She swallowed her pained cry and forced the dildo all the way in.
The pain felt like her entrance was tearing. But she didn’t stop.
Her hand began to thrust the dildo up and down wildly.
Han Seoyeon likewise slammed the dildo into her soaked pussy.
Her hole, already ruined by drugs and training, accepted the huge weapon without resistance.
The two women’s hips began to buck violently, competing with each other.
I have to win. I can never let that metal rod hang from my pussy.
Yoo Jimin’s mind was filled with only that thought. She thrust the dildo up and down like an animal.
The tearing pain in her vaginal walls and the horrifying sensation of the bumpy ridges scraping her cervix.
She ignored it all.
Her eyes rolled back, and only meaningless moans of “a… e… i… o… u…” spilled from her lips.
Thud. Thud. Thud!
The sound of flesh and silicone filled the room.
It sounded like a butcher slamming a pig in a slaughterhouse.
Finally, her hips reached their peak.
“Huaaaaaaaaah!”
First.
Her body arched like a bow and convulsed.
Orgasmic waves exploded from her womb, engulfing her entire body.
From her pussy, a fountain of urine and love juice sprayed out in a gush.
With the dildo still buried inside, she collapsed onto the floor, panting.
Victory. She had survived. A wave of relief washed over her.
Dongwoo clicked his tongue at the sight.
“Boring. One minute thirty-four seconds.”
As Jimin’s convulsions began to subside, Han Seoyeon started moving.
She didn’t rush like Jimin. She moved with solemn reverence, as if performing a ritual.
On all fours, she picked up the dildo and rubbed it against her entrance.
Slowly, in circles. She carefully coated the entire dildo with her own pussy juices.
Her eyes were still empty, but her movements were clear in purpose.
She stood the dildo upright on the floor and slowly lowered her body onto it.
It took a long time to fully swallow the base.
She mounted it in a riding position and began to move her hips up and down, very slowly.
It was the complete opposite of Jimin’s frantic pace—sticky and lewd.
Her body wasn’t rushing toward orgasm. She was savoring orgasm itself with every inch of her skin.
Every sensation of the dildo sliding against her vaginal walls and every pressure on her cervix.
That slow, deep movement only tormented the observer further.
Finally, her hips began to move just a little faster. Then, at some point, they stopped abruptly.
“Huuu…”
A long, low moan escaped her lips. No convulsions.
She simply trembled slightly while mounted on the dildo.
Clear liquid flowed down her thighs in a steady stream. The second orgasm.
“Two minutes fourteen seconds.”
Dongwoo’s light remark followed.
***
Hanging in mid-air, Lee Jihyun watched the scene unfolding before her with a dazed expression.
One woman was frantically fucking her own pussy until she even pissed herself, while the other had finished in an artistic, lewd manner.
And now it was her turn.
The body that had been suspended in the air dropped to the floor with a thud.
The numbness still lingered, so her legs had no strength.
Staggering, she crawled toward the last dildo rolling on the floor.
This wasn’t a game. If she lost, the metal rod would hang from her most humiliating place.
But.
She gripped the dark, massive dildo. At its grotesque appearance, her expression involuntarily twisted.
How… how do I even put this in?
Throughout her athletic career, she had never seen a man. The only time she had ever touched one was out of curiosity.
She had never experienced accepting something like this monster into her body.
What should she do? How could she beat those girls faster…
She was panicking. Like the other two, should she smear it with spit? Or her juices?
But her body, stiff with fear, produced neither a drop of spit nor a drop of love juice.
By the time she hesitated, more than two minutes had already passed.
“It’s over.”
Dongwoo’s voice rang out like a death sentence.
“This time’s loser is you. Lee Jihyun.”
With that, he pulled the largest, heaviest metal rod from the box.
“W-wait! Give me… give me more time!”
Jihyun’s voice cracked desperately.
With her hair in a mess, she crawled on the floor, reaching desperately toward Dongwoo’s crotch.
Her pride didn’t matter now.
“P-please… please let me try again! I can do it! I can… like them!”
She begged desperately.
But Dongwoo remained cold. No sympathy or pity showed on his face.
He simply pulled the largest, heaviest metal rod from the box with a bored expression.
“That won’t do.”
His voice was like a blade.
“The rules of the game are absolute. There is no mercy for the loser.”
He stepped forward toward Jihyun.
Complete despair filled her eyes.
She backed away, but the only thing behind her was a cold wall. There was nowhere to run.
“Fuck… fuck…”
Meaningless curses spilled from her mouth.
“Then.”
Dongwoo squatted right in front of her.
And brought the cold, heavy metal rod between her legs.
“Let me see just how lewd you really are.”
Dongwoo sat on the floor in front of the despairing Jihyun.
He picked up a thin silver chain. A small ring dangled from one end.
Without hesitation, he reached between Jihyun’s legs.
And connected the chain’s ring to the clit piercing he had made earlier.
Click.
A cold, despairing sound echoed from the deepest part of her body.
Jihyun’s body stiffened.
She stared at the chain connected to her crotch in disbelief. It was now part of her body.
“N-no…”
A weak moan escaped her lips.
“Then.”
Dongwoo hung the largest, heaviest metal rod from the other end of the chain.
The heavy weight pulled the chain taut.
He smiled and whispered into her ear.
“From now on, every time you walk, you’ll prove just how lewd you are.”
He stood up and gestured toward her.
“Get up. Try walking. I want to hear how pretty the sound is.”
Jihyun couldn’t move.
The heavy weight of the metal rod pulled her clit downward, delivering unimaginable pain and humiliation.
The moment she stood, that metal rod would become a weight in hell and tear her pussy apart.
She could only sit on the floor, shaking her head.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and soaked the cold floor.
The sound of the cold metal rod dragging on the floor. Jihyun’s despairing sobs.
Yoo Jimin’s rough breathing. Han Seoyeon’s meaningless humming.
All of it combined to create a perfect symphony.
Dongwoo sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, savoring the music. His kingdom had only just begun its opening act.
He slowly opened his eyes and spoke quietly, yet clearly enough for everyone in the room to hear.
“Now the real show begins.”