Prove You're Even Slightly Better Than Those Vermin Bitches
Yoo Jimin's eyes flickered. Not fun, he'd said. Then what more was she supposed to do?
"I want a proper look at what that tongue of yours can actually do."
He spoke without heat, as if placing an order.
"Don't just lick like an idiot. Use some technique. Every trick you've got."
At those words, Lee Jihyun's body gave a small, involuntary shudder. Tongue work. Technique.
That bitch gets to please Master with something like that.
But me? I'm getting kicked around, licking this filthy floor. Resentment and jealousy boiled up from the pit of her stomach.
Yoo Jimin hesitated for a beat. Then, under Lee Dongwoo's icy stare, she quickly took his big toe into her mouth.
She closed her eyes and set her tongue to work. She licked the toe from root to tip, wrapped the rounded end, and sucked it in, scouring even the grime from under the nail with painstaking care.
Slurp. Suck. Smack.
Wet sounds filled the room with an embarrassing intimacy.
"Oh, not bad."
Lee Dongwoo listened to those sounds and smiled, satisfied.
"Next toe. Same thing."
Obeying, Yoo Jimin sucked the second toe, then the third, one after another — growing more familiar, more practiced with each. As if licking an expensive ice cream, she coated all five of his toes in her saliva.
"Good. Very good."
Lee Dongwoo wore a pleased smile.
"Now use that talented tongue of yours to lick between my toes. Deep. Don't leave a single speck of dirt."
His voice had the bright, eager edge of a child who'd just found a new toy.
The room filled, little by little, with wet, sticky sounds and stifled moans. On one side, Yoo Jimin worked her tongue into the spaces between Lee Dongwoo's toes. On the other, Lee Jihyun cleaned the floor in a haze of pain and humiliation.
How much time had passed?
Lee Dongwoo tapped Yoo Jimin's head with his foot as she devoted herself to his toes, and glanced at the clock hanging by the sofa. The hands already pointed well past midnight.
"Well, well."
He let out a huge yawn, as if bored. He pulled his wet foot from Yoo Jimin's face and wiped it casually on her clothes.
"About time for bed, isn't it?"
His languid voice put an end to the two women's horrific labor.
Yoo Jimin hurriedly pushed herself up. The filth from Lee Dongwoo's feet mixed with her own saliva, glistening around her mouth. She flattened herself against the floor, waiting for her master's next command.
Lee Jihyun stopped moving her tongue as well. She crawled — almost dragging herself — toward Lee Dongwoo's feet. The wrecked room was barely half cleaned, but that no longer mattered.
While he's asleep, at least, I won't be a punching bag. That faint hope was what moved her.
"You'll sleep in my bed, of course, right?"
Lee Dongwoo spoke in a gentle voice, as if reading a bedtime story to a child. The content of his words was anything but gentle.
"But my bed's too small for three."
His gaze swept the two women on the floor, then the corner where Han Seoyeon sat, completely checked out.
"Tonight, only one of you gets to sleep in my bed. The other two sleep here. On this filthy floor."
He laughed, pleasantly, as if proposing a fun little game.
"So. How should we decide? Want to accuse each other of your sins like before? Or should we try something new?"
His eyes flashed with a wicked light.
"For example — you fight each other, and the winner gets the bed. Nice and primitive. Fair."
At Lee Dongwoo's declaration, the air in the room froze even colder. Yoo Jimin and Lee Jihyun eyed each other. In each pair of eyes, the wariness and killing intent of beasts fighting to survive flickered bright.
I have to crush that bitch if I want even a little comfort.
This room was turning humans into animals.
"Pfft."
Watching that savage standoff, Lee Dongwoo finally couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding. Kidding. You're not animals. Don't look at each other like you want to eat each other alive."
The two women wore hollow expressions. All of this was nothing more than this man's amusement.
"From now on, every night, you'll take turns offering me your apology service."
Lee Dongwoo stood, stretching as he spoke. He pointed at Yoo Jimin with his chin.
"Today, Yoo Jimin. It's your night to serve me in my bed. That useful tongue of yours is going to clean my entire body."
His gaze turned to Han Seoyeon, sitting like a doll in the corner, and to Lee Jihyun, still prostrate on the floor.
"As for the other two, figure it out yourselves. Cuddle up together on this filthy floor, or finish the rest of the cleaning. I don't care."
He grabbed the metal chain of the dog collar around Yoo Jimin's neck and started dragging her toward the bedroom.
"Come on, my first bitch. I need to spend all night verifying just how sincere your apology really is."
Lee Dongwoo yanked the chain around Yoo Jimin's neck. She followed on all fours, whimpering at his heels.
The bedroom was a different world from the living room that had been hell. Soft lighting. A king-size bed that looked invitingly cozy. But to Yoo Jimin, that comfort felt like an even greater terror.
Lee Dongwoo stopped beside the bed and looked back at her.
"The fact that I picked you tonight," he said, "you might think that means I gave you special treatment. That you're better than those stupid bitches."
His hand lifted her chin.
"Don't. Don't get the wrong idea."
His eyes held not a shred of warmth.
"You're just a slightly more useful fleshlight to warm my bed tonight. Don't even think about trying anything. Got it?"
At Lee Dongwoo's icy question, Yoo Jimin could do nothing but nod. She was just a dog waiting for her master's judgment.
"You," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and releasing her hair. His gaze turned beyond the bedroom door, toward the dark living room — where Lee Jihyun would still be licking the floor, and Han Seoyeon had completely lost her mind.
"And them too."
His voice was thick with contempt and loathing that had fermented for over a decade, like sticky tar.
"To me, you were all the same disgusting bullies."
He said it as a simple fact.
"The vermin who tormented me, ignored me, treated me like I didn't exist."
Yoo Jimin's heart went cold. Only then did she understand what her crime had been.
"So."
He grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look at him. There was not a shred of mercy left in his eyes.
He threw Yoo Jimin roughly onto the bed.
"Now then. Let's begin. Your first apology service."
His word was law in this room. Lee Dongwoo leaned back against the headboard, looking down at Yoo Jimin as she crawled toward him on all fours like an animal.
There wasn't even a faint trace of resistance left in her eyes. Only a desperate survival instinct, wondering how she could make it through this night.
"So then."
His voice was cold and analytical, like an appraiser beginning to evaluate an item just put up for auction.
"Give me the best service you can manage tonight."
At his words, Yoo Jimin held her breath for a moment. The best service. The weight of those words crushed her shoulders.
She started slowly, from Lee Dongwoo's feet. She took into her mouth once more the toes she'd licked only a little while ago. But this time was different. She used her tongue, her lips, and her still-intact teeth, striving to offer him every pleasure he could imagine. Her tongue tickled the soles of his feet, gently scraped the dead skin from his heels, and slid smoothly along the muscles of his calves. She licked up his legs — mixed with sweat and dust — as if licking the world's most precious treasure.
Her service climbed higher and higher, toward his center. Finally, when her lips touched the tender flesh of his inner thigh, Lee Dongwoo let out a satisfied sigh.
He presented his still-flaccid cock in front of her face.
"Lick."
One word. That was enough.
Yoo Jimin didn't hesitate. Starting from the faint precum leaking from the slit at the tip of his glans, she coated everything in her saliva — the foreskin wrapping the shaft, and the two balls hanging beneath. When her tongue licked each wrinkle of his scrotum, his cock began to lift its head, little by little.
Lee Dongwoo let out a pleasant moan at the stimulation.
"Yeah. That's the least you should be doing."
He pushed his already stiffly swollen cock into her mouth.
Prove. That single word lodged itself in Yoo Jimin's mind. This wasn't simple sex. It was a test — to prove she was more useful than the other two bitches. That she was more valuable livestock.
She lowered her head. Her lips touched Lee Dongwoo's cock, still lukewarm and soft.
She began.
Her tongue moved with the flexibility of a snake. She licked up the faint precum leaking from the slit at the tip of his glans. A fishy yet faintly sweet taste wrapped around her tongue.
Suck. She circled her tongue once around the ridge of his glans. Softly, and persistently.