A Dance of Agony
"Ugh... Ah... Where am I...? Where is this...?!"
Jia, struggling to open her eyes, pounded frantically on the glass window of the oven and screamed.
"I said, where is this?! Let me out! Let me out, you psychopaths!!!"
The oven's glass window was equipped with a polarizing filter; unless a button was pressed, it remained heavily tinted, blocking any view of the outside.
Still heavily drugged, a panicked and disoriented Jia repeatedly slammed her fists against the glass and kicked at the oven walls.
"She's more coherent than I expected," Jihun remarked, watching Jia shriek with her usual venom.
"I administered a drug that temporarily alleviates delirium," Minji replied. "It's a highly dangerous substance—so much so that it's no longer approved for medical use. Once administered, it leaves the subject a complete vegetable for the rest of their life... but that doesn't really matter now, does it?"
"True," Jihun chuckled, mimicking a wriggling motion with his fingers. "It's not like my sister has a future anyway... Besides, you know how at high-end sashimi restaurants, they prep live fish so only the bones and meat are left, but they plate it while it's still breathing? It just lies there on the platter, flopping around, thinking it's still alive."
"Exactly. After all, the 'fresher' it is, the better it tastes," Minji agreed. "Furthermore, this drug has an effect that... well, how should I put it? It drastically amplifies sensory perception."
"Like those '2000x sensitivity' aphrodisiacs?" Jihun recalled an ultra-potent drug he had recently seen in a hentai.
"No, not those unrealistic things from anime... It does enhance pleasure, but more importantly, it drastically amplifies pain receptors."
Minji paused, then added, "Well, seeing is believing. It'll be easier to understand if you watch." She pressed one of the large buttons on the side of the oven.
Immediately, from the floor of the oven—
"Aaaaargh!!!"
Dozens of needles, as thick as thumbtacks, shot up from the floor and pierced Jia's bare feet.
"It hurts! What is this?! Stop it! Noooo! Aaah!"
Jia shrieked in agony, her legs flailing as she began to frantically tap-dance to avoid the spikes.
"Oh."
"Look at her dance."
The onlookers gathered around the oven began to murmur in amusement.
"..."
Among them were several foreigners.
One of the foreigners whispered to the interpreter standing beside him.
"As expected of Korea, the holy land of K-pop. Even their ordinary citizens are excellent dancers."
The interpreter conveyed the foreigner's words to Minji.
"Korean women truly have beautiful figures and graceful lines."
"Those thighs are particularly magnificent."
"The 'idol trainee' we had last time was superb, but this woman looks highly promising as well."
The foreigners took turns expressing their admiration to Minji through their interpreters.
One of them made a request: "If possible, we would love to see a 'performance' by an actual girl group idol. Would that be feasible?"
"Indeed. We pay substantial sponsorship fees, so we would like to see a real celebrity next time."
"I completely understand your request, esteemed clients," Minji replied politely through the interpreter. "We are constantly striving to source the finest 'ingredients.' We will do our utmost to procure an actual girl group idol in the near future."
"Please do. If possible, we prefer a young breed with an exceptional physique."
"Yes. Older Yeochuk tend to have dry meat and lose their flavor."
"Particularly that specimen over thirty we had a while ago. She looked stunning, but the taste was highly disappointing. There was a stale, musty odor... What is that phrase they use in Korea? 'Isn't it just a chicken coop?'"
The interpreters translated the chatter back and forth.
"Ah, are you referring to Miss Park Haeun, the former SNS influencer breed?" Minji asked, understanding immediately.
"Probably. I don't usually memorize the names of my meat, but that particular Yeochuk left such an unpleasant aftertaste that I remember her well."
"Ah... My deepest apologies, sir. In the future, we will ensure we serve younger Yeochuk with much less mileage."
Minji bowed her head apologetically.
"I have tasted many Yeochuk, so I know the nuances well," one of the foreigners boasted pompously. "But Korean women, in particular, show a severe degradation in meat quality as they age compared to other nationalities."
"A promiscuous lifestyle leading to STDs, frequent abortions, lack of exercise, poor nutrition... Korean breeds often look fine on the outside, but they are rotten to the core. That is why we must be exceptionally careful. Before I got used to it, I was fooled by Korean breeds many times. It literally tasted like an abortion in my mouth!"
"Is that so? I hadn't heard that before."
"Well, Korea was a highly unique environment. Before the political coup, the number of abortions reportedly exceeded one million, which was higher than the actual birth rate. When a womb is turned into a graveyard, it is only natural that the quality of the meat is ruined."
"Unbelievable. Was pre-reform Korea basically Sodom and Gomorrah?"
"Even Sodom and Gomorrah weren't that bad."
"Korean women truly were out of their minds."
"How could they treat their own bodies so harshly?"
"It makes perfect sense why they were stripped of their human rights and suffrage."
"Exactly. That is what foreign human rights organizations misunderstand," the first speaker concluded calmly.
"They claim that stripping Korean women of their rights was done to oppress them, but only those ignorant of the reality here would say such things. On the contrary, Korean men... ah, what was that local slang? Hannams?"
The foreigner chuckled before continuing.
"On the contrary, the men here went to extraordinary lengths to protect women. Stripping them of their suffrage and human rights was actually done to protect them."
"To protect them from themselves?"
"Precisely. When women are granted rights, they possess a strong tendency toward self-destruction. Therefore, their rights must be appropriately restricted."
"Like livestock that self-harm."
"Well, aren't they basically the same thing?"
"Indeed! Especially when it comes to intelligence!"
The foreigners continued their lively discussion while the interpreters worked frantically to translate every word.
Meanwhile—
"It hurts... It hurts so much..."
Jia stopped her frantic dancing and leaned against the glass wall, panting heavily.
From the outside, only her backside was visible through the glass.
"Her back view is pretty hot, but..." Jihun muttered.
"Hey, Sis! Don't just stand there being boring, move your fucking ass!"
He slammed his fist against the glass.
Startled by the sudden noise, Jia recoiled from the glass.
"Aaaah!"
And she began her agonizing tap-dance once more.
"By the way, Minji, how did you know about Taimanin?" Jihun asked, recalling their earlier conversation as he enjoyed his sister's delightful, naked tap-dance.
"Ah, you caught me?" Minji replied with a bashful smile.
"Yeah, you spoke as if you knew exactly what it was."
"To be honest, there are quite a few women who secretly enjoy that kind of stuff."
"Really? I had no idea. Like a rape fantasy or something?"
"Yes, exactly. You know how some women ask to be choked during sex? They pretend to be innocent, but women are total perverts deep down."
"Ah... I see."
In truth, Minji wasn't just "masochistic"—she was the type who actually wanted to experience those extreme scenarios firsthand, though she kept that detail to herself.
Before long—
"Ugh... Ah..."
Just as Jia, gasping for breath, was about to collapse onto her backside—
"Ah, she's going to ruin her pussy."
Minji hastily pressed a button.
The needles retracted instantly, and Jia slumped heavily onto the floor.
If the needles hadn't been retracted, her crotch would have been riddled with puncture wounds.
"Now, let us begin!"
Minji clapped her hands to gather everyone's attention, then firmly pressed a button.
The polarizing filter on the oven's glass deactivated, making the outside world fully visible to the occupant inside.
"Kyaaaah! Who are you people?! What is this?!"
Seeing the crowd of men lined up outside the oven, Jia shrieked and curled inward, desperately trying to cover her naked body.
"Stop acting so modest, Sis. Your pussy is already stretched wide open anyway."
Jihun stepped forward from the crowd of men and stood directly in front of the glass.
"Ji... Jihun?! Who are all these people?! P-Please, get me out of here! Help me, please!"
Jia pounded frantically on the glass, pleading with her brother.
"Why are you just standing there?! What is going on?! Jihun! I told you to get me out of here!!!"
"..."
But Jihun remained silent.
"I... Ugh... Sis... Sis is... I mean... Ah..."
Jia's eyes darted around in sheer panic before she suddenly threw herself onto her back.
"L-Let's have sex, okay? Sis's pussy is so wet right now, I just want to have sex with my little brother so bad."
Sprawled on her back, she spread her legs wide and formed a heart shape with her hands right over her crotch.
"My pussy is so horny, I'm going crazy! Please open it! Please open the door and stretch my pussy out, please, Jihun!"
But Jihun still did not answer.
"M-My pussy is so hot, it feels like it's going to burn up... Please, cum in me, piss in me, anything to cool it down... Please, little brother... please..."
Jia pleaded, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"She is remarkably well-trained."
"When Korean men set their minds to something, they truly deliver."
"Is this what they call the Miracle on the Han River?"
The foreigners praised Jihun, thoroughly impressed.
After letting Jia squirm in desperation for a moment, Jihun finally pressed a button on the side.
The transparent glass window slid open with a sharp screech.
Jia bolted out of the oven like a bullet.
"My little brother! Let's have sex! Hurry, let's do it! My dirty pussy is so wet, I'm going to lose my mind!"
Terrified that he might change his mind, she rubbed her crotch frantically against his thigh, smearing her vaginal fluids all over his pants.
But the words that came out of Jihun's mouth completely shattered her expectations.
"Let's apply the sauce first."
"Huh...? What...?"
A moment later, Minji wheeled in a trolley.
On top of the trolley lay a whip studded with sharp metal shards, a container filled with sauce, and a basting brush.