Every Last Tooth Was a Mistake
"Eat."
Lee Dongwoo's voice was colder than a blade. He looked down at Lee Jihyun, crumpled on the floor and unable to so much as twitch, the way a man looks at an insect.
"If you don't eat every last bit of it,"
A small, wickedly sharp knife had appeared in his hand. It looked like a fruit knife, but the cold light gleaming along its edge proved it was no ordinary tool.
"I'll fillet that smooth body of yours myself. Paper-thin. Like sashimi."
Fillet. That single word paralyzed what remained of Lee Jihyun's reason. This lunatic would actually do it. Fear swallowed her disgust whole. She planted a trembling hand on the floor and slowly lowered her head toward her own excrement.
A stench so vile it stabbed her nostrils. The grotesque shape of shit mixed with porridge wavered before her eyes. Bile surged up her throat, but she fought it down with everything she had. And then, at last, she buried her nose in that repulsive mess.
There was no other choice. Lee Jihyun closed her eyes. But even with her eyes shut, the stench that stabbed her nostrils would not vanish. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue toward her own waste, smeared across the floor.
A heave. Stomach acid surged up from the revulsion, but she clenched her teeth and swallowed it back down. Then she stuck out her tongue again.
A wet, slimy lump that reeked of rot. The texture of rice grains, and the foreign grit of something unidentifiable mixed in. The instant her tongue registered the taste, her brain shut down.
She stopped thinking. She simply ate. Like a dog. Like a beast. She licked, she swallowed, she licked again. Tears and snot and spit ran together until she became one with the filth on the floor.
Who she was, where she was — everything receded into a distant haze. Only the primal instinct to survive, the desperate need not to be filleted alive, kept her moving.
Yoo Jimin stopped mid-chew and stared blankly at the scene. Han Seoyeon forgot even how to breathe, confronted with the vision of hell unfolding before her eyes. That — that was the "food" she herself had refused only moments ago.
Lee Jihyun licked up every last grain. She cleaned the spot where her own waste had been as thoroughly as if she were washing dishes.
The room filled with nothing but her ragged breathing and the wet, chewing sounds of Yoo Jimin tearing into steak from a dog bowl.
Silence settled.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.
Lee Dongwoo was clapping. It was not enthusiastic applause — just a slow, leisurely rhythm dripping with contempt.
"Bravo."
He smiled with satisfaction at Lee Jihyun, who lay sprawled on the floor like an animal.
"See? You can do it if you try. What a good little bitch."
Lee Jihyun's body, sprawled across the floor, trembled faintly. The unreal reality of having eaten her own shit burned itself into her mind like a brand. She was no longer human.
Lee Dongwoo left that satisfying result behind and turned his gaze. His eyes found Han Seoyeon, who still sat with her back ramrod-straight, glaring at him.
"Come to think of it."
He smiled faintly.
"You haven't eaten, have you? Getting a little hungry? Instead,"
As if her resistance amused him, Lee Dongwoo unzipped his pants right there on the sofa. A mass of flesh, swollen even larger than before, sprang free with a savage, predatory force.
"I'll feed you a nice, hearty serving of protein."
His voice was almost tender.
"High in calories, packed with nutrients. It'll do that scrawny body of yours a world of good."
As he spoke, he gave his flushed, burning cock a little twitch. Come here and suck it — the unspoken command.
"Not coming? Get over here and suck it."
Lee Dongwoo's voice was thick with amusement. He twitched his cock again, eager to see how his new toy would react.
Han Seoyeon's body moved first. Survival instinct. If she refused that order now, she would end up just like Lee Jihyun — or worse. Her brain abandoned reason and issued a command. Crawl on all fours and suck that bastard's cock.
With a familiarity that should not have existed, she dropped to her knees and planted her palms on the floor. And just as she was about to crawl forward—
"……!"
Her mind snapped back. What am I doing right now…
She recoiled in shock and yanked her hands off the floor. Then, awkwardly, she staggered up onto two feet. Had keeping her balance ever been this difficult?
The fact that she had, without thinking, tried to crawl on all fours hit her harder than the humiliation of watching Lee Jihyun eat her own shit. Her body already remembered how to move like an animal.
Lee Jihyun watched it all and thought, dully, That bitch is still human.
Lee Dongwoo snickered at her awkward movements.
"Look at you putting on airs."
He leaned back against the sofa and urged her on.
"Four legs or two, I don't give a shit. Get over here and suck it, you fucking bitch."
Han Seoyeon bit her lip. She tasted blood. Even as she trembled with humiliation, she knew she had no choice. On two feet, very slowly, she walked toward Lee Dongwoo. Each step was a stair descending into hell.
At last, she stood at his feet. Then she knelt. Her vision filled with the grotesque, swollen cock.
A massive, hideous cock. Han Seoyeon hesitated, staring at the hunk of flesh before her eyes.
Two voices warred inside her head. One screamed that it was disgusting, filthy, that she should vomit and run this instant. The other, paralyzed with terror, whispered that if she didn't suck it, she would end up like Lee Jihyun.
Her lips trembled. But she could not find the courage to take it into her mouth.
"What are you waiting for."
Lee Dongwoo asked quietly, still leaning back on the sofa. Not a shred of emotion lived in his eyes. Just the cold gaze of an observer examining a broken toy.
That gaze shattered Han Seoyeon's last resistance. She squeezed her eyes shut. And clumsily, so clumsily — as if kissing a poisoned chalice — she pressed her lips to Lee Dongwoo's cock.
She had expected it to be cold, but it was surprisingly hot. The heat of a living thing, the texture of flesh that pulsed with life. A nauseating smell, and a raw, metallic taste brushed the tip of her tongue.
"Ugh…"
A gag rose in her throat, but she fought it down with everything she had. She had no idea what to do. Like a newly hatched chick, she simply worked her lips, holding the tip of his cock in her mouth and nothing more.
Lee Dongwoo snorted at her clumsy performance, as if it amused him. He seized Han Seoyeon's hair in a rough grip.
"Do I have to teach you this too?"
He yanked her head down and forced his cock deep into her throat.
"Like this. Swallow it down to your fucking throat, you bitch."
Past the back of her throat, all the way to the entrance of her esophagus. The grotesque mass of flesh punched past every limit.
"Ghk— ghk-ghk! Hueeek!"
Han Seoyeon's eyes rolled back. She couldn't breathe. A reflexive retch exploded from her, but the cock already buried toward her stomach showed no sign of withdrawing. From her mouth, a cascade of spit and tears and stomach acid poured down like a waterfall.
She pounded desperately at Lee Dongwoo's thighs with her fists. A wordless plea for mercy — but there was no strength left in those fists at all.
"Nngh… that's good…"
Lee Dongwoo felt her resistance with his entire body and let out a moan of rapture. The sensation of her esophagus clamping tight around his cock. The soft mucous membrane at the back of her throat wrapping around his glans.
He closed his eyes in satisfaction. Then, still gripping Han Seoyeon's hair, he began thrusting his hips again and again. A dull, wet sound — thwuck, thwuck, thwuck — mixed with her screams and gagging, filling the room.
Her body began to go limp. Consciousness was fading from lack of oxygen. Was she going to die like this? In this horrific, filthy state. The world before her eyes slowly went dark.
The terror of death. The cock buried deep in her throat had sealed off her airway. If this continued, she would actually die. That final warning rang through Han Seoyeon's mind.
In that instant, her body made one last desperate struggle. She threw herself backward with every ounce of strength she had left — an instinctive resistance, erupting from the very threshold of death.
"Puhh!"
At last, the cock was expelled from her mouth. The hunk of flesh, slathered in sticky spit and stomach acid, was freed from her lips. The blocked air burst out of her, and she gasped like an animal.
"Augh…!"
It happened in that exact instant. In the split second Han Seoyeon expelled the cock, her teeth scraped sharply across Lee Dongwoo's glans.
She hadn't meant to. But the result was unmistakable. For the first time, Lee Dongwoo's face twisted in pain. He let out a short groan and clutched his cock. On the flushed, burning glans, a vivid tooth mark bloomed, and droplets of blood welled up.
The air in the room froze solid. Silence. A frozen stretch of time in which even breathing could not be heard.
Lee Dongwoo looked down at his wounded cock. A droplet of blood seeped from the red tooth mark and trickled slowly down his thigh.
He slowly raised his head. The playful smile was gone from his face. It wasn't anger. It wasn't pain. Just a cold, empty blankness. That was far more terrifying.
"I see."
He opened his mouth.
"So those insolent teeth are the problem, is that it?"
Han Seoyeon realized her mistake. She tried to scramble backward, but her legs gave out and she collapsed where she sat. No. If I make one more mistake here, there will be no going back.
"N-no… that's not… it was a mistake…"
She pleaded desperately. Her voice shook like a goat's, strangled with terror.
"A mistake?"
Lee Dongwoo sneered at the word and took a step toward her. He seized her jaw in a rough grip and forced her mouth open.
His eyes flashed in the darkness.
"Mistakes need to be fixed. Don't they?"