Lee Han-seok VS Ban Do-ah / The Beast Experiment
Gloves on, Kang A-jin snapped out a jab and followed with a one-two.
"Whew. Whew."
"Oh. Not a bad stance at all, huh?"
Ban Do-ah offered the compliment from the side of the ring as Lee Han-seok stepped closer.
"Alright. One minute. That's all you get, A-jin."
A-jin nodded with a grim, resolute face and raised her guard.
I'm Kang A-jin.
Embarrassing as it is, I used to run with the delinquent crowd—the mean girls, the trash-talking crowd. But I swear on my life, I never once bullied a friend of mine.
That said.
It's not like I never fought.
I'm Kang A-jin.
The little wildcat of Eunjeong Girls' High.
I never once dodged a fight that came walking toward me.
And,
I never lost one. Not a single time.
The reason I get to live this new life now—
sure, that's thanks to the Boss,
but Secretary Kim helped me from the sidelines too.
So.
Unnie.
Watch me from right there.
Because I'm going to...!
"Begin!"
At Han-seok's signal, A-jin shot forward like lightning.
I'm gonna knock those stuck-up tits of hers flat.
A-jin extended her right arm.
Do-ah slipped back just slightly, and what came into her view was A-jin's right shoulder rising as the punch stretched out. A-jin's fist sliced through the air in front of Do-ah's chest.
In that instant, Do-ah's right arm moved like a whip.
Tak.
She gave A-jin's overextended arm the lightest push, and the girl's balance collapsed.
"Huh?"
She realized something had gone wrong, but it was already far too late.
Thud-thud-thud.
A-jin rolled across the mat.
"Gaaah."
"Are you okay?"
Do-ah helped Kang A-jin back to her feet.
Han-seok turned to Eun-ha beside him.
"Want to give it a try?"
"I'm on my period."
"You said you'd do it in the lab later. While we were riding up the elevator."
"I. I just started. This very second."
Secretary Kim dragged A-jin out of the ring by the arm.
Ban Do-ah leaned against the ropes and spoke.
"Boss, would you care to give it a try?"
Do-ah knew perfectly well that on paper, she was no match for CEO James Lee at all. There was the gap in sex and weight class to begin with, and the man clearly carried a fair amount of muscle under his shirt.
But moving her body alongside Secretary Kim and Kang A-jin just now had, she felt, dissolved some of the awkward first-day stiffness. Maybe sparring with the Boss could break the ice a little too—that was what she'd been thinking.
Han-seok looked faintly flustered. Secretary Kim pounced on that instantly.
"Bo. Ss! Bo. Ss! Bo. Ss!"
Flexing both arms like a professional crowd-instigator, she began whipping the employees into a frenzy.
Scary woman.
Before he knew it, Kang A-jin and Jang Eun-ha had joined the chorus as well.
"You. Can. Win! BO. SS!"
A-jin handed him the gloves and headgear. Han-seok climbed into the ring with a wry little smile.
"Come on. A man has his pride, you know.
I'll go easy on you, so Do-ah, you show me what you've really got. Let me see what kind of talent I hired."
"But how am I supposed to..."
"Come on. Bring it in."
Han-seok beckoned with a tilt of his hand.
Ban Do-ah raised both arms. In a breath she settled into a textbook boxing stance.
"Come at me. Let's see how well your daddy taught you."
Han-seok taunted her with a clumsy one-two.
Do-ah's expression turned serious.
Hm?
The moment Han-seok sensed something off, her stance changed.
Both arms lifted a touch higher, her right leg curiously angled forward. Knee slightly bent, heel floating off the mat.
Muay Thai?
In a flash, Ban Do-ah's lead leg lashed out at Han-seok's left thigh.
Her instep seemed to latch onto the muscle of his thigh as if it had fused to it.
CRACK!
A vicious, bone-deep smacking sound rang through the gym.
"Ugh."
Han-seok dropped to one knee and toppled over sideways.
"Ngh. Uuuuugh."
Clutching his thigh, he choked back a scream.
"Uh—Boss? Are you okay?"
The three female employees outside the ring stared down at him with expressions of pure pity.
Secretary Kim, Kang A-jin, Jang Eun-ha, and Ban Do-ah—the four women had lunch together at a restaurant near the office.
"So all three of you live in the same officetel."
"Do-ah will be staying on with us, so she'll live in the same building too. Great for late-night snacks when we get bored at night—"
Secretary Kim's eyes met Jang Eun-ha's.
"—and it's nice to do all sorts of things together."
Secretary Kim finished the sentence there.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Kang A-jin asked Do-ah, who scratched her head like an awkward farmhand.
"Haha. Never dated. Certified born-solo."
"What's your ideal type, then?"
Jang Eun-ha asked.
"I'm in no state to be thinking about romance... I don't even know what love's for, honestly..."
"Still, there must be some kind of man who'd catch your eye. Everyone has that."
Ban Do-ah thought for a moment before answering.
"Hmm... a man stronger than me, maybe?"
Kang A-jin burst out laughing.
"Well, definitely not our Boss's type, that's for sure. I mean, you saw him go down from one kick earlier.
He was limping when he went off to eat lunch by himself."
"He did seem a lot softer than he looks."
Ban Do-ah snickered.
Secretary Kim, Kang A-jin, and Jang Eun-ha traded a covert glance. Having seen Lee Han-seok's bare body more times than they could count, they all knew exactly what that kick had been—him letting her win.
Secretary Kim spoke up.
"Shall we head out, then, if everyone's finished?"
They paid the bill and left the restaurant.
"Oh? What are you having? If it's candy, can I have one too? Is it a silver lozenge?"
Kang A-jin had popped a Semen Candy into her mouth before Ban Do-ah came out—and got caught red-handed.
She and Secretary Kim and Jang Eun-ha exchanged panicked looks.
"I- it's so, so-something only I ta, take... i- it's medi- medicine."
"Oh. Medicine, I see. Are you unwell somewhere?"
Jang Eun-ha cut in smoothly.
"It's a drug currently in development at the company. A-jin needed it, so she's been trialing it.
The details are classified. Haha."
"I see. I hope it works fast. Being sick is such a miserable thing."
Secretary Kim pulled out the corporate card as she spoke.
"The Boss is out all afternoon, so why don't we linger over coffee and head in a bit late?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Let's go! Let's go! We're getting yogurt!"
Jang Eun-ha and Kang A-jin cheered.
It was only her first day, but Do-ah came away with the impression that her coworkers were lovely and the work itself was an absurdly cushy gig. She thought her father would be absolutely thrilled if she told him.
Kang Jae-hoon opened his eyes.
An old, abandoned factory.
His arms and legs were bound, and he was strapped to a chair. A gag was wedged in his mouth—he couldn't speak, couldn't scream.
Wh... what? Where...?
He'd been knocked cold trying to rape Ban Seok's daughter. And when consciousness returned, the three big bastards he'd once dragged to that school were standing right in front of him.
They'd beaten him all night again. Then he'd blacked out.
He had no idea where this place was, or how much time had passed. His whole body just throbbed with a deep, pulsing ache.
Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed closer.
Them again? Or maybe someone who could call for help—
A flicker of hope had barely kindled in Kang Jae-hoon's chest before a bottomless despair came crashing down over it.
It was Lee Han-seok.
He looked slightly older than the boy from high school—late twenties, maybe. He'd clearly had BD200. On top of that, his frame was far heavier than the teenager Jae-hoon remembered.
Even if a miracle happened and the ropes fell away this instant, he knew he'd just take another beating, helpless to do anything about it.
Han-seok dragged over a wooden chair and sat down directly across from him.
"Been a while."
Kang Jae-hoon made a strangled noise, but nothing intelligible came out.
Han-seok went on.
"I don't feel like wasting my valuable time on a piece of shit like you, so I'll keep it short. Business only."
"Aargghhgggh."
"My, your sense of humor has really grown since the old days."
"Urgghgrrggh."
"Your daughter A-jin is going to live with me from now on."
"Nnnnghaaaargh!"
Bloodshot eyes bulging, Kang Jae-hoon thrashed against his bindings.
"Oh? Really? You're agreeing that easily?
A-jin's a lot happier living with me than she ever was with a worthless piece of trash who couldn't even play the part of a father."
A bestial howl tore up from somewhere deep inside Kang Jae-hoon. But the gag smothered it to a whimper, and there was no one left alive to hear it anyway.
"Your daughter says she loves me. In fact, she asked me to kill you."
Kang Jae-hoon strained against the chair as if to launch himself forward—but he couldn't move an inch.
"Well, you did force yourself on her mother and let her spend her whole life getting pointed at for it. Drank yourself stupid every day, beat her, barely fed her.
She hung around the tough kids at school to survive. She figured that if she sank to the bottom of the food chain there too, she'd never make it out alive.
How starved does a child have to be that all it takes is three meals a day, a warm bed, and a little tenderness for her to say she loves you?"
Tears had welled up in Kang Jae-hoon's eyes. He was mumbling something, something that almost sounded like an excuse. It was a look that didn't belong on Kang Jae-hoon's face. It didn't suit him at all.
"Anyway. A-jin asked me to kill you.
Not that I wasn't already planning to.
You know the reason."
Kang Jae-hoon worked his tongue frantically against the gag. He seemed to be begging for it to be removed.
"Guess you don't believe me."
Han-seok held up the tablet in his hand in front of Kang Jae-hoon's face and pressed play.
Lee Han-seok had Kang A-jin—clad in white lace—wrapped in his arms. The moment his fingers found her clit beneath her panties, she moaned and squirted all over his hand.
A-jin's face, moaning in pure rapture, filled the screen. Han-seok said, breezily:
"Ah. Sorry. Wrong clip."
Kang Jae-hoon convulsed against the chair. Han-seok swiped the video forward a little.
Kang Jae-hoon stared at the video, breathing raggedly through his nose as he writhed.
Was he feeling lust, watching his daughter be violated? Or was it sheer shock at hearing her ask for his death? There was no way to tell.
"A-jin is such a sweet girl, you know. And I told you—she loves me."
Han-seok swiped the screen further back.
On the screen, Kang A-jin begged Lee Han-seok for his cum. And Han-seok, without mercy, pumped a massive load of semen deep into the daughter of Kang Jae-hoon—so much of it that it spilled back out of her.
"Ah. Sorry. Wrong clip again."
Suddenly Kang Jae-hoon threw his head back as if he'd gone completely insane and started cackling through the gag.
Lee Han-seok scratched his eyebrow.
He stood up and undid the gag.
Released, Kang Jae-hoon snickered and snorted.
"Takes after her mom—turned out a real whore. Nnngh-hkk.
Oh, right. Jin-ah. Yeah, Song Jin-ah. That bitch was a whore too. Ah, she tasted so fucking go—"
Lee Han-seok silently clamped his hand over Kang Jae-hoon's nose.
The moment the man's mouth gaped open, Han-seok fished a pill from his pocket, dropped it onto his tongue, and forced his jaw shut. Kang Jae-hoon thrashed wildly, but he couldn't overpower Han-seok.
Gulp.
After several minutes of struggle, Kang Jae-hoon finally swallowed the pill. Han-seok released his nose and mouth.
"You son of a bitch. What did you just feed me? Uekh. Uekh."
He tried to gag the pill back up, but with his hands bound it was impossible.
Han-seok walked back around and sat down across from him.
"That's the kind of man you are, Kang Jae-hoon.
Always acting like a beast.
You couldn't even protect the one person you loved—the one you were supposed to love. The moment someone you loved didn't behave the way you wanted, you took the coward's way out and gave up on them.
And so there isn't a single soul in this world who—"
"Shut up! What the hell would you know! You bastard!"
"No one loves you. And no one is ever going to remember you."
"Ugh—"
Kang Jae-hoon's face contorted. Something was wrong with his body. His thrashing grew sluggish.
"Wha... what di... you do... to me... Nnnghhh."
His speech was slurring apart at the seams.
Han-seok played the last part of the video.
"Look at that. She loves me. Isn't A-jin just adorable?"
Kang Jae-hoon could no longer move his body.
He stared blankly at the tablet screen, and for a fleeting moment, his face almost looked peaceful.
A memory surfaced—something Jang Eun-ha had once said.
—Imagine every blood vessel in your body burning away at once, while at the same time you're being stabbed from head to toe, and on top of that your entire body feels the pain of passing a kidney stone. That level.
Han-seok let out a sigh.
She did say it could take up to fifteen minutes.
Kang Jae-hoon, eyes still open, drew no more breath.
—Yeah. I love you. Nnnhhhnn. Love you so, so much.
As he stared at the video's final frame, a single tear slid down his cheek and fell.