Abducted in a Suitcase (1)
Chiharu shattered the front door lock and slipped silently inside. She stepped soundlessly into the dark, lewd prison that held her new plaything. The air within was far more foul than she'd smelled from outside—or even anticipated. It wasn't just a stench; it was the sticky, heavy miasma of despair and depravity fermented over long days.
The moment she crossed the threshold, something snagged at her foot. Looking down, she saw piles of delivery food waste bags, days old at least, stacked haphazardly everywhere. The sour rot of spoiled food and mold assaulted her nostrils. Scattered mail and flyers lay uncleared on the floor, lending the place a desolate, abandoned feel.
She glided silently toward the living room. The hem of her master's feather cloak brushed the trash with a faint whisper, but it meant nothing against the wet, squelching moans echoing from the inner room.
The living room was even more wretched. Crumpled snack bags and soda cans littered the sofa; instant ramen cups towered like a precarious stack on the table, crusted with who-knew-how-old remnants. The TV flickered silently with a gaudy idol music video, casting empty light into the void. Thick blackout curtains sealed every window, cutting off the outside world completely—a barrier against prying media and newtubers, proof of the siblings' torment, and their shield from voyeurs.
This was no longer a home for the living. It was a tomb, a space where one girl had entombed herself from the world.
Chiharu swept the scene with a contemptuous gaze.
Pathetic bitch. Falling apart from this little pressure. See? Master was right to choose me.
She approached Kim Sea's bedroom door. A thicker, muskier scent of sweat and fluids seeped from the crack—pure female in heat. From within came even more frantic, desperate moans, cresting toward climax.
"Ah... ahn!♡ Master...♡ I'm... cumming...♡ Filling me...♡ with yours...♡ so full...♡♡♡"
Click. The lock engaged from inside—a desperate bid to guard her peak from interruption, her flimsiest defense.
To Chiharu, the thin wooden door and cheap lock were meaningless. She drew a latex-gloved hand from beneath her cloak. No gripping the knob; her fingertip merely traced the lock's seam. Fine mana concentrated at her touch, slipping into the gap like a master key, meshing directly with the mechanism.
Click.
With pure magic, no physical force, she unlocked it. The knob turned smoothly, the door gliding open without resistance.
"Hyaaaaah—♡♡♡!!!"
The sight that greeted her was primal, grotesque: Kim Sea, one bitch in heat, mid-orgasm. A cruel, satisfied smile bloomed on Chiharu's face in the shadows.
The room was a trash heap. Empty delivery containers tangled with clothes, no room to step, the musty reek mingling with fresh orgasmic fluids to a headache-inducing haze. The sole light came from the cold glow of the computer monitor, illuminating the lewd bed scene like a stage.
At the chaos's heart, sprawled naked on the bed, was Kim Sea. Her worn T-shirt lay discarded long ago. Her Russian-Korean porcelain skin gleamed with sweat, flushed red from furious masturbation. She trembled in aftershocks, gasping ragged breaths, hips twitching.
Between her thighs, buried deep, was the dildo molded perfectly from her master's cock—a gift from him. Around it, her transparent juices flooded out, soaking the sheets.
Lost in bliss, she hadn't noticed the intruder in her little hell, writhing with dazed moans.
Chiharu watched silently from the dark, then closed the door without a sound.
Click. The metallic snap cut sharply through the room's slick noises.
"...Hm?"
Sea’s pleasure-fogged mind cracked at the alien sound. She forced her hazy eyes open, peering toward the door. Couldn't be her brother—he always knocked. And through the lust haze: I locked it, right...?
A massive shadow loomed, darker than the gloom. A long cloak trailing the floor... familiar shape.
C-Crow...?
Her heart pounded wildly. Not fear. Ecstatic, manic rapture.
"Master...!"
The plea burst unbidden from her lips.
He came for me at last! He didn't forget! That vixen was just a toy!
Forgetting the shame of her ugliest, lewdest exposure, she yearned only for his embrace, another "salvation." Legs still spread with the dildo inside, bitch instincts hoped he'd get harder seeing her like this.
The shadow moved. One step into the monitor's cold light.
Sea’s world shattered.
No plague doctor mask from her dreams. The fox mask she'd cursed and hated these past days. Beneath the vast crow-feather cloak, glossy black latex gleamed mockingly.
"Ah... ah..."
Meaningless sounds leaked from her. Joy flipped to confusion, to betrayal, to scorching rage and jealousy.
"Y-You... why... Master's clothes...!"
Chiharu stared down like at a bug, then approached the bed with a honey-sweet, blade-cold whisper.
"Disappointed, huh? Well, a 'first onahole' like you dared hope Master would come himself. Don't delude yourself. He gave me a far more important task than you."
She fluttered the feather cloak like her own, wafting Jinwoo's thick musk to assault Sea's nose.
"This... you... fucking bitch...!"
Sea lurched up in fury, but post-climax weakness buckled her legs. She glared with hate-filled eyes.
"Here's your choice."
Chiharu dragged a massive travel suitcase from the corner, planting it before her.
"Master's orders: 'retrieve' you. Crawl in naked willingly? Or should I break your limbs and stuff you?"
Pure mockery disguised as options. Chiharu savored Sea's rage and despair with a vicious smile.
"Argh!"
Sea screamed, grabbing the bedside lamp and hurling it. It halted midair, as if against an invisible wall, then clattered to the floor.
"Foolish."
Chiharu sighed, pouncing atop her in an instant.
She stomped Sea face-down, snatched the filthiest panties from a pile in the corner, and crammed them into her mouth.
"Mmph! Grrgh!"
Sea gagged and thrashed, futilely. Chiharu wrenched her arms back, zip-tying them tight.
"Master said... leave your holes empty."
Chiharu reached between the prone girl's thrashing legs, confirming the dildo. Satisfied, she cranked its vibration to max.
Vrrrrmmmm—
"Hnnngh—!♡♡♡"
Sea’s eyes rolled back. Uncontrollable spasms wracked her in ecstasy's tide.
Chiharu hoisted the convulsing body like luggage, crumpling it into the gaping suitcase.
"Behave."
She slapped the resisting cheek lightly, folding Sea forcibly inside, then slammed the lid shut.
Clack.
Darkness. Vibration. Humiliation.
Kim Sea's world was sealed perfectly in a black box.