Breaking the Queen Bee
"Strip."
"What... did you say?"
Dumbfounded by the completely out-of-the-blue command, Jia just stared blankly.
"Didn't you hear me? I said, strip."
Jihun repeated the order with a sweet, doting tone, as if worried she might not have understood.
"Hey, Min Jihun! Is that any way to speak to your older sister?!"
Jia screamed, desperately trying to summon the authority of an older sister.
In Jia's mind, Jihun was still the stupid, pathetic little brother he had always been. In the past, a shout like this would have made him cower and bow his head.
But the Jihun standing before her now was different.
"Ha... you stupid fucking bitch."
Jihun pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Are you deaf? Your human rights belong to me now. If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to crawl, you crawl. If I tell you to bark, you bark."
"Do you really think a brother is allowed to treat his sister like this?!"
"Yeah, you're right. A brother shouldn't treat his sister like this."
Jihun let out a mocking sneer.
"But an owner certainly can."
He fluttered the Human Rights Guarantor Transfer Document right in front of Jia's face.
"What is this worthless piece of paper supposed to mean?!"
Jia spat in a venomous voice, snatching the paper from Jihun's hand.
"Listen to me, Min Jihun. I am your sister, and you are my brother. No matter how messed up the world gets, there are lines family members do not cross. Do you understand me?"
She ripped it to shreds.
"..."
Jihun fell silent for a moment.
"As if you ever thought of me as family."
His expression hardened into a murderous mask as he strode toward her.
"Kyaaaah!!!"
Jihun grabbed Jia by the hair and dragged her toward their parents' funeral portraits.
"Why the fuck am I family to you? Huh? You treated me like a pathetic, worthless punching bag and an emotional garbage can. Isn't that right?"
Jihun slammed Jia down onto the floor in front of the portraits.
"You hypocritical bitch. Now that you realize you're utterly fucked, you want to play the loving sister and pretend we're family?"
"Kyaah!!"
He kicked her a few more times.
"Listen up, you fucking cunt. You clearly don't grasp the situation, so let me paint a clear picture for you."
He yanked her up by her hair, forcing her to look him dead in the eye.
"Now... what should I do with this fucking bitch?..."
Jihun growled, staring directly into her trembling eyes.
"Why are you doing this, Jihun? Please, calm down and let's just talk. Okay?"
Only then did the venom drain from Jia's face as she began to desperately plead.
As expected, women only listen after a good beating, Jihun thought to himself.
But he had no intention of stopping there.
Jihun's eyes drifted to the bundle of incense sticks smoldering in front of the funeral portraits, sending up thin wisps of smoke.
"Ah, right. We have those."
Jihun pulled out a few burning incense sticks and held them in his hand.
"Open your mouth."
He commanded Jia.
"N-no... please..."
"I said, open your fucking mouth!!"
"Mmph... mmph!!"
Jia clamped her lips shut, shaking her head and thrashing wildly in resistance.
With one hand holding the burning incense and the other gripping her hair, Jihun found it difficult to force her mouth open with his limited hands.
Jihun pondered for a moment, then turned to the others.
"Hey, you guys over there."
He addressed the simps standing around like folding screens.
"You guys brought a lot of condolence money for my parents' funeral, right? I'll return every single cent of it to you. Just come over here and help me out."
"..."
The simps hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden proposal.
"Mmph... what are you doing?! To a woman?! Mmph!!"
"I told you to shut up!"
Meanwhile, some of the simps were busy covering the mouths of their own "cock-houses" who were shrieking in protest at the sight of this brutal family discipline.
But none of them stepped forward to help Jia.
Jia was already Jihun's legal property. How he chose to use her was entirely up to the owner.
After a brief, awkward standoff,
"Well, why not."
"Sure, let's do it."
The first ones to step forward were the ones with the ugliest faces.
They didn't have any women of their own, and their social standing within the group was already so low that ruining their reputation any further wouldn't cost them anything.
"Are you guys insane?! And why are you doing this to me?! I was always nice to you!!"
Jia screamed in desperation, but—
"Where should we hold her?"
"Like this? Is this good?"
Jia's former simps ignored her completely, eagerly assisting Jihun.
"Yes, hold her like that. Grab her cheeks too."
"Mmph?! Mmph, mmph!!"
One of the simps squeezed Jia's cheeks from both sides, forcing her mouth open.
In the process, he didn't miss the opportunity to slyly grope her large breasts.
"Mmph?! Mmph!! Ahhhh!!"
Jia's mouth was forced wide open, her muffled screams echoing through the room.
"Bite down on me, and you're dead, sister."
Jihun pinched Jia's tongue and pulled it out.
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!!!!!"
He pressed the smoldering incense stick directly onto her tongue, grinding it out.
"Gyaaaah!! Screeech!!"
"Whoa, that's gotta hurt like hell."
"I heard incense burns at a crazy high temperature."
The simps shuddered at Jia's agonizing screams.
Yet, under the pretext of keeping her pinned down, they continued to grope her breasts and ass.
"Kahk...!! Guuuh!!!"
She rolled her tongue inside her mouth, now branded with a small, circular burn mark, letting out a bizarre, strangled shriek.
Because the tongue is such a sensitive mucous membrane, the agonizing pain showed no signs of fading.
"Y-you crazy... bastard... crazy piece of shit..."
Tears streamed down Jia's face as she glared at Jihun.
"Still got some fight left in you, I see."
Jihun shook his head with a sigh.
"Hold her down again."
They pinned Jia down once more.
What went into Jia's mouth this time was—
"Kyaaaah!! Gah!! Ack!!!"
Raw rice from the incense burner, mixed with gray ash.
"Do you finally get it now, you fucking bitch? Huh? Are you starting to realize just how badly you fucked up?"
"Mmph?! Mmph?!?!?!"
Jihun clamped his hand over Jia's jaw, forcing her to chew the raw rice and ash.
The bitter, acrid taste of the ash coated her mouth, and the hard grains of raw rice scraped against the fresh burn on her tongue, causing excruciating pain.
"Mmph... gah."
"Chew it well, sister... Don't you remember hitting me on the head, telling me not to make smacking noises when I eat?"
Jihun gripped her jaw tightly, forcing her to grind the raw rice and ash into a paste.
The memory of her humiliating him in front of their parents at every meal fueled his rage, making his grip on her jaw even more violent.
"That's it, swallow it all. Good girl."
Jihun massaged her throat as she gagged, forcing her to swallow the ash and half-chewed raw rice.
"Ahk... ugh..."
The burn on her tongue and the raw rice scratching down her throat left her in agonizing pain.
Jia clutched her throat and rolled on the floor, writhing in agony.
"You're supposed to say 'Thank you for the meal,' you retarded bitch!"
This was another thing Jia used to nag him about.
He hadn't forgotten a single grudge.
Channeling all the resentment he had harbored over the years, Jihun—
"Aaagh!!!"
Kicked Jia in the stomach with all his might.
Jia squirmed on the floor like a maggot before—
"Blegh!! Ugh!! Gahk!!!"
Vomiting up the raw rice and ash.
"Whoa, who told you to throw up at the table, you fucking bitch?"
Jihun kicked her in the stomach a few more times.
"Ugh!!"
More vomit spilled out, soaking her mourning clothes.
Since she hadn't eaten anything, it was mostly dark, acidic bile mixed with raw rice and ash, releasing a foul, fermented stench that filled the air.
"Sob... Mom... Dad..."
Jia rolled around in her own vomit, shivering violently.
"Mom? Dad?"
Jihun chuckled darkly.
"You stupid bitch. Keep crying out for our dead parents. See if they ever come back to save you."
He ground his foot onto Jia's cheek, pressing her face into the vomit.
"Sob... Mom..."
"You need to clean off that vomit, don't you? Strip."
Jihun gave her no time to recover, immediately issuing his next command.
"No... I don't want to..."
Even as she lay weeping in her own vomit, Jia stubbornly resisted Jihun's touch.
"I said, strip, you fucking bitch!"
"No!! I won't!! Mom!! Dad!! Sob... Waaaaah!!"
She thrashed and resisted like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Fucking bitch, she's stronger than she looks..."
Jihun muttered in annoyance, then—
"Hey, you guys. Want to help me out again? I'll give you a nice reward this time."
"A reward? Like what?..."
"While you're stripping her... actually, you guys have never fucked my sister before, right? You can do whatever you want with her. Rip her 'packaging' open and rape her. Just make sure to wipe her down with wet wipes while you're at it."
"Wait, really?"
"Well... um..."
"What, are you worried about bad luck because we're at a funeral? They say ghosts are driven away by male energy anyway."
Jihun chuckled, cracking a twisted joke.
"Hmm..."
"We'll never get another chance like this..."
"Why not just close our eyes and do it once?"
The men whispered among themselves.
"Why are you deciding this on your own... Hey?! What are you doing?! You're not actually listening to him, are you? You're not really going to..."
Jia stammered in panic, trying to stop them, but—
"Ah, shut the fuck up! The men are talking, so stay out of it and wait!"
Her male friends were no longer sweet.
And why would they be? The ownership of her body belonged to Jihun, not her. The right to negotiate and decide what happened to her vagina was no longer hers.
A woman who loses control over her own body loses all dignity.
"Yeah... let's just close our eyes and do it..."
The men quickly came to a decision.
A few of them stayed behind.
The ones who remained were the bottom-tier simps who had served as her emotional punching bags. Their faces were hideous.
The decent-looking men left the room.
They had already slept with Jia long ago, so they had no lingering desires.
The remaining men approached Jia with triumphant smirks.
"Fucking finally, I get a taste."
"By the way, what did she even do to get her human rights stripped?"
"Who cares."
"She was basically a half-whore acting like a queen bee while playing hard to get. It's obvious."
"What are you doing?! Stay back!! Stay back!!!"
Terrified by their predatory grins, Jia shrieked and scrambled backward.
Her damp mourning clothes clung tightly to her buttocks, leaving a wet trail of vomit on the floor as she dragged herself away.
"Jia, just make it easy on yourself and strip."
"It's not like you haven't spread your legs for everyone anyway."
"Let's just do this the easy way, okay? We all know you're loose as hell, so why make us get rough?"
"No... no...!!"
Jia desperately grabbed whatever objects she could find on the floor and threw them.
A smartphone flew through the air and struck one of the men squarely in the face.
"Fuck..."
Blood began to drip from his nose.
The man barely suppressed his rising rage as he asked,
"Hey, you fucking bitch. You spread your legs for every other guy. Why not us? Huh? Why are we the only ones who can't have you?"
"Because I don't want to! Why the fuck would I let myself get fucked by pathetic, bottom-of-the-barrel losers like you?!"
Unable to suppress her fear and disgust any longer, Jia finally snapped.
And that word—loser—acted as a detonator, igniting the men's fury.
"Hey, Jihun, was it?"
"Yeah."
"We can beat this bitch up a bit, right?"
"Just don't touch her face, and don't permanently cripple her."
With the permission of her brother—her owner—granted,
"Kyaaaah!!"
"Shut the fuck up and strip!!"
"Seriously, Jia, why do you always have to do things the hard way? Just fucking strip already!!"
A barrage of fists and boots rained down on Jia, battering her body.
"Kyaah!! Don't strip me!! No!!"
Jia's mourning clothes were yanked and pulled, making tearing sounds, but unlike in cartoons, clothes did not rip easily by human hands alone.
Giving up on tearing the clothes off, the men focused entirely on beating her.
Eventually,
"Sob... wait..."
"What are you going to babble about now?"
"N-nothing... *hic*... please don't hit me... don't raise your hands... I'm scared... sob..."
Jia hiccuped in terror at their threats, desperately begging.
"I'll strip... I'll take it off myself... so please, stop hitting me..."
"Really?"
"Yes..."
A moment later,
Jia slowly began to strip off her mourning clothes, sobbing and hiccuping.
Her hands trembled so violently from fear and shame that she could barely grip the fabric, her fingers slipping repeatedly.
"Stop wasting fucking time."
"I'm not... sob... my hands are just shaking..."
"Are you making excuses?"
"*Hic*?! Please... no, really... I'll take it off quickly, so please don't hit me anymore..."
Overwhelmed by sheer terror, Jia lost control of her bladder, and a stream of yellow urine sprayed onto the floor.
"Pathetic bitch can't even hold her piss."
The urine mixed with the vomit, filling the funeral parlor with a nauseating stench.
"Aren't you embarrassed? Right in front of Mom and Dad."
"Sob... *hic*... Mom... Dad..."
Weeping hysterically, Jia struggled to pull off her top and slide her skirt down.
Her simple white bra and panties were revealed.
"Take off your underwear too!"
"Yes... my underwear too?..."
"Of course, you fucking idiot. How else are we going to fuck you?"
"Jia, you were trying to trick us by stalling, weren't you?"
"No... no... I wasn't... *hic*..."
"Hurry the fuck up and strip. Our dicks are rock hard."
Even beneath her underwear, Jia's voluptuous breasts and wide hips were strikingly prominent.
"Fucking hell, how many guys did she sleep with to get tits and hips that big?"
"You think only one or two guys have touched those?"
Amidst the men's mocking laughter, Jia painfully pulled down her bra and panties.
"Oh... fuck..."
"She's so fucking hot, holy shit..."
Jia's naked body was laid bare before them.
"But what's that sticky stuff between her legs?"
"What the? Did she actually get wet in this situation?"
Simply hearing the word "rape" had triggered a physiological response, preparing her body for intercourse.
"No... it's just a physiological..."
"Are you saying we're wrong, you bitch?"
One of the men raised his hand.
"You're right... *hic*! I... I love being raped... That's why I'm wet... So please, don't hit me anymore..."
Cowering at his threat, Jia sobbed out a desperate excuse to save herself.
"Mom... Dad..."
Jia whimpered, calling out to her parents in a faint voice.
But her parents only smiled warmly from their funeral portraits, offering no answer.