Revenge (2)
We got out of the car and headed up to Seo Hyun-sook's apartment. I had no idea how many people might be inside, but Shim Soo-ryun didn't hesitate, striding forward without a care. It must have been confidence in her own strength. Plus, the guys with us looked pretty built—solid muscle that suggested they could handle themselves.
Soo-ryun took the lead and punched in the door lock code. Beep-beep-beep-beep. Just as I'd figured, it clicked open. We charged in without a second thought.
The spacious living room came into view the moment we entered—exactly like the last time I'd seen it. Hyun-sook was in there playing with three guys, all of them tied up with something shoved in their asses. It was our chance. All we had to do was take her down.
One of our guys lunged at Hyun-sook and grabbed her arm, but she flipped him over her shoulder in an instant with a textbook seoi-nage.
“What the hell are you?!”
She whipped around to face us, and her eyes locked right onto mine.
“Cha Hyun-su? You fucking bastard!”
She glared at me, grinding her teeth. Soo-ryun immediately stepped in front of me.
“So it's true—you've been kidnapping and training regular guys too.”
Soo-ryun glanced at the scene and addressed Hyun-sook directly.
“Branch chief? Wait, how did you—?”
Hyun-sook had trained not just me, but other ordinary men too, so even though Soo-ryun's comment wasn't about me specifically, it hit the nail on the head. I'd seen this coming. Last time, she'd let slip that she'd personally trained a few guys. But of the three tied up now, at least two didn't look like they'd been forced—they seemed like her trusted favorites. One was the middle-aged creep who'd tormented Kim Ye-rin, and the other was the bastard who'd shoved his dick in Lee Soo-min's mouth. They were squirming in surprise, eyeing us warily.
“From this moment on, per the client's request, we're going to train you, Black Widow.”
Soo-ryun's declaration hung in the air.
“Fuck that. Let's see if you can.”
Hyun-sook launched herself at Soo-ryun. As a judo specialist, she was dangerous if she got a grip. She reached for Soo-ryun's clothes, but Soo-ryun slapped the hand away and fired a straight punch at her jaw. The moves were clean and lightning-fast.
Hyun-sook staggered from the jaw hit. Soo-ryun dropped low, slamming two left hooks into her side. Her boxing was insane—true genius of the fight game. The liver blows bent Hyun-sook double, and Soo-ryun followed with a deep kick to the chest. It sank right into her solar plexus.
“Gahk!”
Straight, two liver shots, deep kick—the combo exploded in under two seconds.
“Whoa, that's some clean striking.”
Firefly had come along purely to observe, hanging back and watching it all. Seeing Soo-ryun's skills up close left her in awe.
Hyun-sook crumpled backward and couldn't get up easily. The guy who'd shown us the way jumped on top of her to pin her down. Even as a pro judoka, with her focus shattered, Hyun-sook tried to counter and rise—but when one of the downed men piled on, she was subdued in seconds. They cuffed her hands behind her back, hobbled her knees, and locked ankle chains on her with just enough slack for one finger between—impossible to walk properly.
“Nngh!! You can't treat a branch chief like this! You're making a huge mistake.”
“No branch chief—or anyone—should be doing what you've done to those other men.”
Soo-ryun's retort left Hyun-sook speechless. She was getting exactly what she'd dished out.
“Just you wait. One day, you'll be kneeling at my feet too.”
“With that skill? I'd welcome a challenge anytime. But right now, you pay for your crimes.”
Soo-ryun's words came out flat and emotionless, which made them hit even harder—like a declaration that she was always above.
“Bind her hands in front and string her to the bedpost. Face down.”
At Soo-ryun's order, the men rebound her hands forward and hooked them to the bed frame. They shoved a pillow under her stomach, forcing her into a kneeling, ass-up position.
“As Itawon branch chief, I sentence Black Widow to 100 lashes.”
A guy handed Soo-ryun the whip. She circled behind Hyun-sook and raised it high.
Crack!Crack!
Each strike whipped through the air with a vicious whoosh, shredding Hyun-sook's clothes on impact.
“Argh!! Ngh!”
Soo-ryun said nothing, just kept swinging. Hyun-sook clenched her teeth, refusing to break—but she bit so hard blood trickled from her gums.
By the tenth lash, screams finally escaped her.
“Grah! Ack! Urgh!! Aaaagh!!”
She twisted and wailed, but Soo-ryun didn't let up. Her back was already bare, clothes in tatters, skin splitting open with every hit, blood streaming down. Even her bra snapped under a lash. Past twenty, raw terror twisted Hyun-sook's face. By thirty, she started begging.
“Ack! Please... please... I was wrong... stop hitting me.”
Soo-ryun ignored it. At forty, Hyun-sook begged for her life.
“M-Mistress... I'm sorry... I'll be your slave. Forgive me.”
The whip paused.
“Who's your mistress?”
“Milka, Mistress. Forgive me.”
“I'm not your mistress. Cha Hyun-su is.”
“What?”
Realization dawned on her.
“You son of a bitch! You requested my training?!”
The whip cracked down again.
“Gaaaah! Uuugh!”
She screamed but wouldn't call me master. Past fifty, her entire back was a bloody mess, welts swelling as the whip kept falling.
“Gaaaah! Milka! Please!! How can you make someone weaker than me your master?!"
That was her answer. She could accept Soo-ryun overpowering her physically, but not me. Past sixty.
“Argh! Please! Stop! Please!!”
No mercy. At seventy, she finally surrendered. She lifted her head and screamed at me.
“Hyun-su... no, Master. Forgive me. I can't take anymore. I'll die. Sob...”
Seventy lashes and her iron will cracked. I glanced at Soo-ryun, unsure what to do next.
“Black Widow's punishment is 100 lashes. All must be carried out.”
Her tone was ironclad. Hyun-sook trembled, staring at me with desperate, terrified eyes.
“I'll live as your slave, Master. Please... forgive me. I'll do anything you command. Hic...”
If she weren't bound, she'd have clung to my leg. Soo-ryun's voice stayed firm, but her eyes softened toward me. I got the hint.
“She's my slave now. Cut it to seventy. She can't take more.”
Tears welled in Hyun-sook's eyes. Hope at last from this hell.
“No. Words once spoken must be kept, or future training loses effect. You entrusted this to me—follow my lead.”
Hyun-sook's face crumpled again, terror returning—like bouncing between hot and cold baths.
“I'll pay 30 million to commute the last thirty. Please. I really can't take more.”
Gratitude lit her face. I was the only one stepping up for her.
“Hmm...”
Soo-ryun pretended to ponder, but the answer was set.
“Fine. But don't resent me if the training drags on because of this.”
“Got it. Can I apply some ointment to her back?”
“Go ahead. From now until morning, she's yours. Do what you want.”
I unlocked Hyun-sook's chains. Her eyes flickered—considering another escape? But she knew her wrecked body wouldn't allow it. She went meek again. I supported her unsteady frame and led her to the bedroom.
I laid her face-down on the bed and stripped off her ruined clothes. She shuddered as I undressed her, bracing for whatever humiliation was coming.
I sat beside her silently and gently applied ointment to her back.
“Ngh!”
It stung bad; she groaned.
“You okay??”
My voice was as soft as could be.
“Y-Yes... Master...”
The word was coming easier now. I spread the ointment evenly, let her rest, then headed to the living room to prepare food. Her condition was dire, so I made abalone porridge, painkillers, antibiotics, and fever reducers.
Back in the room, she tried feebly to sit up but couldn't.
“Don't. Stay down.”
I set the food aside, propped her up, and spoon-fed her the porridge. She ate obediently from my hand.
“Training ahead will be rough. Take these meds and tough it out.”
I'd ordered the training, but I phrased it like it wasn't my call.
“Thank you, Master.”
After meds and food, I told her to rest deep.
“I'll make sure you rest till morning. Recover fully.”
She'd expected ravishment or abuse, but my tenderness puzzled and touched her. Then I left her apartment.
I ensured no harm came to her that night—she got full rest. The ones suffering were the three men still bound in the living room. One, claiming he'd been forced too, got released. But the two I'd marked—the harassers—would endure torment from Soo-ryun and Firefly all night long.