Jin Sun-mi's Hell 2
“Ah… Deputy Park Woojin…!”
Like a lifeline pulling her from the swamp of despair, Jin Sun-mi desperately called his name. At that instant, the horrific alliance of Anal Walkers and Crawling Heads poised to devour her froze in unison. Just like a pack of hyenas freezing at the arrival of a superior predator. Their instincts were screaming a warning. The man before them was someone they dared not touch.
Park Woojin adjusted his tie slightly and strolled leisurely into the office. There was no hesitation in his steps.
“Whoa… this is wild. How the hell did Nangryun make it so even the Death Mannequins and these things roam around in daylight?”
He glanced back and forth between Jin Sun-mi sprawled on the floor and the monsters encircling her, then let out a smirk.
“You look like absolute shit, Deputy Jin Sun-mi. How was your first night in hell?”
His voice was relaxed, but it carried an icy sarcasm beneath.
Jin Sun-mi's face flushed with shame, but now wasn't the time for that.
“I… I was wrong… I'll do anything… please, just…”
“Help you?”
Park Woojin crossed his arms, observing the scene with amused interest. His attitude filled her with despair. He had no intention of saving her.
“I… I was wrong! I'll do anything! Whatever you command, I'll do it, so please…!”
The moment she begged, a subtle shift flickered in Park Woojin's eyes. As if he'd been waiting for it.
“Anything?”
He murmured softly.
Jin Sun-mi nodded frantically.
“Yes! Anything! I'll be your slave! If you tell me to crawl like a dog, I will. If you say lick, I'll lick! Please…!”
“Hmm…”
Park Woojin pretended to ponder, stroking his chin. Meanwhile, the Anal Walkers began to twitch again. Sharp teeth glinted from their anuses.
“Fine. Then… prove your worth.”
Park Woojin pointed at the floor.
Jin Sun-mi followed his gaze and swallowed hard. There… were his feet.
“Lick.”
“……Pardon?”
“From my shoes to between my toes. Clean them spotless with your tongue. Then… I'll consider it.”
Jin Sun-mi's face drained of color. There could be no greater humiliation. But she had no choice.
She dragged her trembling body forward on all fours toward his feet. The surrounding monsters watched blankly, as if witnessing the establishment of a new hierarchy.
Jin Sun-mi squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her tongue to his shoe. The cold leather texture hit her, along with the sound of her dignity shattering into pieces.
Lick… lick…
Her tongue slowly moved over the shoe. Park Woojin tapped her head lightly with his foot, seemingly satisfied.
“That's it. Good girl. Suits you perfectly, Deputy Jin Sun-mi. If your brain's no good, at least make your body useful.”
Hot tears streamed from her eyes at his mocking praise. Yet she licked desperately through her sobs.
This was her only way to survive.
Then, Park Woojin murmured softly.
“That's enough.”
At his words, the Anal Walkers retreated in unison, as if understanding his command. They vanished down the hallway as silently as they'd come.
Silence returned to the office. Only Jin Sun-mi's sobs and the wet sounds of her tongue lingered.
“Get up.”
At Park Woojin's order, Jin Sun-mi looked up at him with her ruined face. He extended a hand and pulled her to her feet.
“You're a mess. Go wash up. And… you know the secret room? Head there.”
He nodded toward the president's office and turned away first.
Jin Sun-mi stared blankly at his broad back. Fear, shame, humiliation… and above all, a strange sense of relief. She realized that being with Park Woojin kept the monsters at bay. In this hell, becoming his dog was her only path to survival.
She staggered to the bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror was wretched—face smeared with tears and saliva, pupils dilated in terror. But she didn't cry. Instead, she turned on the shower and washed her face with cold water. She needed to pull herself together.
“Fuck… that asshole Park Woojin… you bastard… The moment we get back, I'll kill you first…”
She gritted her teeth, holding back tears. Whatever he wanted from her, she had to accept it now. Even if it meant giving up everything.
As the shower water warmed, the tension in her body began to ease. At least her mind was clearing.
“Right… I'll grovel here. That's the answer… I sucked off that stinking dick of Kim Myeon-hyeong's to survive before…”
Faking moans during sex was her specialty anyway. She cleaned herself thoroughly, straightened her disheveled clothes, and—with resolve—headed to the bedchamber door in the president's office. Her heart pounded wildly, but her steps felt strangely light.
Knock knock—
“Come in.”
His voice from inside made Jin Sun-mi take a deep breath and open the door. Park Woojin sat on the sofa, sipping wine. He flashed her a cruelly charming smile.
“You're here? My little shit-dog.”
Instead of replying, Jin Sun-mi knelt before him. Her hand reached for his pants zipper. Her eyes now held not fear, but complete submission.
“Master… as you desire…”
Her red lips parted, ready to take his massive length.
Of course, Jin Sun-mi was only pretending to submit, but Park Woojin knew that full well. What she didn't know yet was that he knew every single weak spot on her body inside and out.
# # #
The moment her lips wrapped around my cock, I gently stroked her head. She let out a moan of delight and began servicing me with even more fervor.
“Slurp… schlick… Master… so delicious…”
Each time her tongue coiled around me, I could feel the changes in her brain. The extreme intersection of fear and pleasure. It would slowly erode her ego, evolving into true submission to me.
The human brain is simple. When it detects fear, the amygdala activates, secreting cortisol and adrenaline. Simultaneously, prefrontal cortex function is suppressed, making logical thinking, planning, and complex judgments impossible. In fear situations, immediate survival responses take priority over 'higher cognition.' Instead, primitive structures like the brainstem seize control. This area regulates the "fight-or-flight" response, inducing instant action without complex thought processes.
I was targeting the moment her brain regressed to 'primitive thinking' under cortisol. Hell, with her already being a dimwit, it'd happen faster than in most people.
I grabbed her head and thrust my cock deeper. Her throat convulsed as it accepted me.
“Glurk…! Gulp…!”
Tears streamed from her eyes. As her lips met my lower abdomen, her esophagus gripped my cock tightly. Deputy Jin Sun-mi's mouth-pussy was a well-trained masterpiece. Her lips slithered down my shaft, pressing gently against my abdomen. Her throat clenched around the head, and her gag reflex control was impressive. Most women would retch or even vomit. But Jin Sun-mi took my huge cock deep into her throat without a single gag.
Gulk, glurk, guuulk, glrk, guuuurk!
“Pahaa!”
Her face flushed red as she looked up at me, awaiting praise.
“Good girl… my shit-dog.”
Jin Sun-mi beamed at me. I grabbed her hair and guided her back to the head. Her lips caressed my shaft, her mouth-pussy leading me to ecstasy.
Schluuuurp, schluuuurp!
I unleashed hot semen into her mouth. She swallowed desperately, not spilling a drop.
“Haa… haa… thank you, Master…”
She panted. Her breath trembled; I lifted her and led her to the bed. She lay down obediently. I stripped her bare. Her perfect nude body exposed, I mounted her.
“From now on, you're mine. Your body, your mind, your soul—all of it.”
I whispered as I thrust into her pussy. She spread her legs with an ecstatic expression.
“Yes… Master… I… I'm yours…”
Her vaginal walls embraced me hotly. I began pounding her fiercely. Her moans and the slap of my hips filled the president's office. She pretended total submission, but even her moans were laced with fakery.
'Cheeky bitch with those fake moans…'
I already knew her G-spot and every weakness from the shell. I attacked her true vulnerabilities relentlessly. In under two hours, Jin Sun-mi came three times and passed out from pleasure overload. I didn't forget to leave a note for her unconscious form.
# # #
You'll be able to return through the gate opening in a week… My shit-dog handles survival on her own until then…?
“He's insane… Sex like that good?”
When Jin Sun-mi awoke, her pussy swollen and throbbing, Park Woojin was nowhere to be seen.
“What… where'd he go?”
She spotted the note he'd left and read it, lips moving silently.
She was dumbfounded. He'd tossed her into a place teeming with unimaginable monsters and told her to survive on her own.
“Crazy bastard… motherfucker. Cocksucker!!”
Her body trembled with rage. But she soon patted her chest and let out a long sigh.
“Think positive… He said a gate opens in a week… Just lay low until then…”
Jin Sun-mi looked around. The president's office door was smashed open by the lower-body monsters; no place to hide.
“For now… head home and hole up… then come back here in a week?”
She slowly dressed, slipping her stilettos back on. Whatever happened, she had to endure a week here…
# # #
Nangryun's ultra-premium horror experience. Day and night, monsters tormented Jin Sun-mi. Even I thought some were terrifying. Nangryun's creations weren't limited to the Anal Walker-Crawling Head hybrids. Unimaginable abominations flooded T-16. As befitting Belphegor's successor, who harvested cortisol for energy, it was a parade of monsters designed to wring out cortisol just by looking at them.
Nangryun guaranteed her survival for 3 days; I predicted 5. But Jin Sun-mi lasted a full week. Surviving without a heart attack was impressive. Today was the promised week.
Terror-stricken, Jin Sun-mi sat blankly at her desk. She'd come to the office, waiting for me.
“Scary… scary… scary…”
Her pride was mere illusion before fear. Her once haughty face twisted in horror. She chewed her nails, trembling like a rain-soaked puppy. Worried a Crawling Head might roll up behind her, or a Mannequin monster skitter across the ceiling like a spider, or a bear plushie appear… or headless women… Her gaze darted frantically.
Now was the time. Time to hack the cortisol-soaked Jin Sun-mi's brain for the final time.