She crawled on all fours, very slowly, to Lee Dongwoo's feet.
As if the most lowly devotee crawling towards a god, her empty eyes were fixed solely on the zipper of her master's pants, who sat on the sofa.
Zip.
She herself lowered his zipper.
A savagely swollen mass of flesh sprang out from within. The crimson-hot glans glistened under the room's light, which was permeated with a foul odor.
Yoo Ji Min, without a moment's hesitation, took the enormous mass of flesh into her mouth. Then, she extended her tongue and began to lick the transparent fluid gathered at the tip of the glans.
Very politely and meticulously. As if polishing the most precious jewel in the world.
“What... what are you doing!”
Lee Ji Hyun couldn't believe the sight unfolding before her eyes. Disgust surged up like acid reflux.
Just yesterday, that bitch was a cruel queen who reigned over the losers.
But now, she was sucking that loser's dick with such an ecstatic expression.
“You're all crazy...!”
Her cry became a hollow echo, merely circling the room.
Yoo Ji Min, as if Lee Ji Hyun's cries were unheard, focused solely on her task.
Her tongue grew bolder. Pushing back the foreskin covering the glans, she thoroughly licked every hidden crease.
Suck, slurp, smack.
Wet and obscene sounds filled the room.
That sound was like a drug that paralyzed even Lee Ji Hyun's last remaining shred of sanity.
“Look.”
Lee Dongwoo said, his voice panting, on the verge of orgasm. He grabbed Yoo Ji Min's hair and pressed her head more forcefully towards his thigh.
“This is service.”
His gaze was not on Yoo Ji Min, but on the horrified Lee Ji Hyun.
“Soon, it will be your turn.”
Semen and saliva, mixed together, flowed from Lee Dongwoo's dick after he finished, forming a sticky thread that dripped from Yoo Ji Min's mouth.
Yoo Ji Min, without even thinking to wipe away the traces, crawled back on all fours to her original spot.
Her mind was empty. Only the relief of having carried out her master's command, and the unknown fear of what might come next, dominated her.
Lee Dongwoo, with his legs crossed on the sofa, watched the miserable procession.
His pants zipper was still open, and his crimson-hot dick was contentedly bowing its head.
He opened his mouth with a satisfied smile.
“Alright, from now on, I'm going to make you compete.”
His voice echoed through the quiet room. “Through this competition, the winner will receive a reward, and the loser will receive a very terrifying punishment.”
Punishment. At that word, Yoo Ji Min and Han Seo Yeon, who had been dazed, simultaneously flinched.
What the word 'punishment' meant in this room, their bodies already knew.
“Don't be ridiculous, you crazy bastard...”
Lee Ji Hyun snarled, sprawled on the floor. Her sanity was tattered by the lingering sensation of paralysis in her body and the disgusting spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
Lee Dongwoo lightly ignored her defiance. He continued speaking, like an announcer explaining the rules of a game.
“I won't tell you what the punishment is now, but the reward will be very sweet. So, do your best.”
His gaze slowly swept over the three naked bodies. As if grading livestock put up for auction.
“Today's first competition event is...”
He paused, as if enjoying himself.
“...a delightful spectacle.”
Lee Dongwoo, like a tyrant on a throne, declared, looking down at the room. His eyes gleamed with amusement.
“From now on, the bitch who creates the most vulgar and most disgusting spectacle in front of me will be the winner.”
At his words, the three women reacted differently. Yoo Ji Min and Han Seo Yeon merely trembled in terror, while Lee Ji Hyun merely glared at him, suppressing her boiling rage.
“Of course, there must be a reward and a punishment, right?”
Lee Dongwoo gestured with his chin towards a small icebox placed beside the sofa.
“I'll give the winner a very delicious steak. The finest tenderloin, which I will personally grill for you.”
His voice was so gentle, it was chilling.
“But the loser...”
His gaze shifted to a small, black velvet box on the floor.
“I'll put a pretty ornament on you, meaning a very naughty bitch. Forever.”
What that ornament was, they knew without him having to say it. It was a brand. An indelible mark of humiliation.
Lee Dongwoo crooked his finger.
“Alright, then begin. Your vulgar show.”
***
As soon as Lee Dongwoo's declaration fell, the first to move was Yoo Ji Min.
She erased her expression, as if she had never trembled in fear. Empty eyes.
But within them, a cold calculation for survival gleamed. As if a switch had been flipped, her body stepped onto the stage.
This was now her broadcast studio. There was only one viewer. Her master.
She slowly stood up and swept back her hair. At her movements, devoid of any hesitation, Lee Ji Hyun involuntarily gasped.
Yoo Ji Min's body began to move to a rhythm. There was no music, but her body itself became a song.
Her hips swayed seductively from side to side, and her jiggling breasts danced up and down as if to melt the viewer's heart.
It was the professional movements of a seasoned streamer. She knew exactly where Lee Dongwoo's gaze lingered.
She bent down and placed her hands on the floor. Then, arching her back like a cat, she pushed her buttocks right in front of his eyes.
Between her perfectly spread legs, her pussy shamelessly revealed its swollen red inner flesh.
Her glistening vulva, wet with arousal, shone like a pearl under the room's light.
Drip.
A single drop. Clear, transparent pussy juice hung precariously from the tip of her labia minora, then, unable to resist gravity, fell onto the cold floor.
She remained prostrate on the floor, spreading her legs wide. Then, with both hands, she spread her vulva even wider, flaunting the pool of pussy juice gathered within to him.
“Ha...”
A hollow laugh escaped Lee Ji Hyun's lips. Is that... human? Is that a woman?
Contempt and disgust enveloped her entire body. She thought it would be better to die than to do such a thing.
Of course, Lee Dongwoo watched the spectacle with satisfaction. The front of his pants had, by then, embarrassingly bulged.
He simply nodded, without a word. It meant that the first participant's show had, for now, passed.
As Yoo Ji Min's dazzling show ended, a momentary silence fell over the room. She crawled back into the corner, holding her breath.
It was then.
Han Seo Yeon, who had been staring blankly into space with empty eyes, very slowly, began to move.
She crawled on all fours. Her goal was singular. Her master, Lee Dongwoo, seated on his throne.
Her movements were eerily natural. Like a true beast that had walked on all fours for a long time.
She stopped at Lee Dongwoo's feet. Then, she raised her head and looked up at him. In her empty pupils, only the image of her master was reflected.
“Woof.”
A sound burst from her mouth.
It was not a human voice. It was a real dog's bark.
“Woof! Woof woof!”
As if she had a tail, she wagged her hips from side to side.
She stuck out her tongue and tried to lick his pants, lapping at them. Near her tailbone, an unknown clump of black fur hung shamefully, swaying.
She was a perfect bitch.
“Crazy...”
A gasp involuntarily escaped Lee Ji Hyun's lips.
She was confused. Her brain refused to accept the fact that the thing before her eyes was Han Seo Yeon, who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
She could become like that. That might be the future awaiting the loser in this room.
As that thought occurred to her, in her heart, which had been filled with disgust and contempt, a very small, yet persistent, seed of fear began to sprout.
She subtly touched the cold iron collar around her neck with her hand.
Lee Dongwoo smiled contentedly, looking at his perfect creation. He reached out and stroked Han Seo Yeon's head, as one would a dog's.
“Good girl, good girl.”
Han Seo Yeon, seemingly satisfied with her master's praise, crawled back to her spot.
She licked up the saliva she had drooled on the floor with her tongue, cleaning it up, and assumed the perfect posture of livestock awaiting its next command.
Yoo Ji Min's show, and Han Seo Yeon's antics. The two bitches flaunted their vulgarity to their master in their own ways.
Above their naked bodies, the desperation for survival and the remnants of already shattered souls floated simultaneously.
Only Lee Ji Hyun stood rooted to the spot.
Her eyes were burning. She would rather die than participate in this disgusting spectacle, in these madmen's games.
Her entire body screamed it. It was the gaze of an unyielding fighter, refusing to engage in such foolishness.
Lee Dongwoo leaned back on the sofa, silently watching it all. The smile on his lips only deepened.
Finally, he opened his mouth.
“Time's up, isn't it?”
He slowly, very leisurely, rose from his seat. The sound of his shoes echoed, breaking the room's silence.
His footsteps, without hesitation, headed towards the one beast who still hadn't lowered her murderous intent: Lee Ji Hyun.
He stopped right in front of her. He looked directly down into the eyes of the woman who was a handspan shorter than him, yet never seemed small.
“You have quite the pride, don't you?”
Lee Dongwoo chuckled, and picked up the small velvet box lying on the floor.
“But you know what? Do you know what's most useless in this room? It's your pathetic pride.”
His fingers opened the box. Inside were a sharp silver piercing needle and a dainty ring with a small bell attached.
“The loser must be punished.”