24-73

EP.73 Prepared 

Absolute obedience was my top priority in life, as I had to comply with any command from my masters. Having surrendered all my rights, I had no authority to disobey any order. 

Until now, my masters' commands had always brought me fresh excitement that I couldn't forget, and if I displeased them, I would face unimaginable suffering and fear. Therefore, I couldn't dare resist them as they smoked freely in our living room. 

This situation, where the roles were reversed, made me even more miserable and excited. I stood in the middle of the room, maintaining a foolish posture without much resistance. 

Jung-su pulled out his car keys from his pocket and handed them to me, saying, "Stop standing there like a dog that needs to pee and go get the luggage from the trunk." 

Only after Jung-su's command did my body, which had been frozen like a stone, begin to move. I took the keys and went outside through the front door. 

"Oh no, oh no... this can't happen... please don't let my brother come..." 

I was wearing only slippers and had no way to contact my brother immediately. 

All I could do was pray that my brother wouldn't come home. 

When I opened the trunk, I found a large suitcase and an eco-bag from a supermarket. The eco-bag contained what looked like sinister devices, and the suitcase was so heavy that I had to strain to pull it. 

As I struggled to bring the luggage inside, Hye-na and the others were exploring our house, seemingly on a tour. Hye-na was heading towards my parents' bedroom. 

"Ah! No! You can't go in there!!!" 

I instinctively shouted to stop Hye-na, but when our eyes met, I felt a chill. 

"Huh? Why not?" 

Hye-na approached me with her arms crossed, and I cowered, explaining, "That's my parents' room." 

Before I could finish, Hye-na's sharp palm slapped my cheek, and I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. 

Hye-na grabbed my nipple piercing and twisted it, saying, "Why not? Don't you understand that this is your house? Why not?" 

"Uh-huh... sorry... it's just my parents' room... ah-huh..." 

As I tried to explain, Hye-na twisted the piercing even harder. 

"Do I need to care about your parents when I'm playing with my toy?" 

"Uh-huh... no... please stop... ahh..." 

Il-ho intervened, laughing, "Hey, take it easy. We have plenty of time." 

Hye-na turned around and opened the bedroom door. I followed them, anxiously rubbing my nipple. 

The room wasn't large, but it was neatly arranged with necessary furniture since my parents were often away. 

"Hmm... the bed is spacious. We can sleep here with Jung-su." 

As Hye-na spoke, Jung-su and Il-ho stopped in front of my parents' wedding photo on the wall. 

"Wow, they're really pretty. You look like your mom, 4-ho. 

Thanks to your parents, who had sex and gave birth to you, we get to have fun with you. Kkk." 

Il-ho playfully bowed to the photo. 

"When are your parents coming back?" Jung-su asked, his lips pursed. 

"I... I don't know... they said they're busy until the end of this month..." 

"Let's go out then." 

I breathed a sigh of relief as we left the room without incident. 

Jung-su and Hye-na began unpacking the luggage in the living room, while Il-ho connected his laptop to the TV. 

Our house, where I had lived since childhood, felt strange and unfamiliar. 

Something was tossed at my feet. 

"What are you doing? Put that on and ask your brother when he'll arrive." 

Looking down, I saw the red dog leash I used to wear at Jung-su's house. 

In a corner of the room, there were two dog food bowls that I occasionally used. I put on the leash, feeling that I was no longer allowed to have any personal space. 

I checked the time and saw it was past 3 PM, so I quickly picked up my phone from the sofa and called my brother. 

"Hey, Han-young... when will you arrive?" 

"I just finished my last class! I'm leaving now." 

"Uh... okay... be careful..." 

My brother's voice was cheerful, having just finished his semester. 

I managed to finish the call despite my trembling voice. 

"What did he say?" 

"He said he's leaving school now..." 

"Hehe. It'll take about thirty to forty minutes. Let's get ready~" 

Jung-su threw a thick marker at my feet and said, "Use that to decorate your body. Make it clear how pathetic you are." 

I picked up the marker and began writing on my body. I wrote "chang nyeo" (a derogatory term) on my breasts and drew a design on my nipples that I had seen in Japanese adult videos. 

I then wrote obscene and humiliating words on my abdomen, drawing a circle around my uterus and labeling it "jjomul-tong" (a derogatory term). Around the tattoo that said "Slave 4-ho," I added heart and star shapes. 

Near my clitoris and vagina, I wrote "bongsin-kli" and other insults. On the inside of my thighs, I drew an arrow pointing to my vagina and wrote "500 won, jilsa possible." 

As I finished, I realized I looked even more crude than I imagined. 

My masters were now sitting on the sofa, seemingly uninterested in me as they checked their phones. 

I took a basic pose without being asked, making sure the writing on my thighs was visible. 

"I... masters... I'm done..." 

Il-ho, Hye-na, and even Jung-su, who rarely laughed, burst into laughter at my appearance. 

Embarrassed, my face flushed, but I maintained my posture. 

"Did you do well? Have you done this often?" 

"I... I did it for the first time..." 

"Why is your face so red? You wrote it yourself." 

"Yes... it's true..." 

Il-ho suddenly stood up and took the marker from me. He wrote "mazo-gachuk" (a derogatory term) on my forehead. 

He then drew sperm-like shapes on my chest and erased the "jjomul-tong" label, replacing it with "sandbag." He blackened my clitoris and crossed out the "500 won" on my thigh, writing "free" next to it. 

Il-ho stepped back, satisfied with my appearance. 

"Good. It's almost time. Let's hurry up. Hehe. Go to the entrance and bend over with your buttocks exposed." 

As I moved to the shoe rack and bent over, Il-ho adjusted my posture. 

"Spread your legs wider. Keep your upper body on the floor. Lift your buttocks higher so your clitoris is visible. Yes, you're flexible, so the pose looks great. Look forward and keep your head up." 

To maintain this pose, I had to spread my legs wide and support my lower body. It was like a frog with its hind legs lifted. 

Keeping my upper body flat on the floor and my heels raised, this pose put a strain on my back. 

As I looked forward, I saw a tripod set up with a camera lens facing me. My legs began to tremble within a minute of holding this position. 

Il-ho approached from behind and wrote "bongsin" (a derogatory term) in large letters on my buttocks. 

As I maintained the pose, I prayed even more fervently that my brother wouldn't see me like this. 

Just then, Il-ho asked Jung-su, "Is it still far? It's almost time." 

Jung-su replied, "It's done. Let's go." 

I glanced back and saw Jung-su holding a long rope attached to a metal paper clip. 

As Jung-su approached my buttocks, I felt a searing pain, like my vagina's labia would be cut off. 

"Ahh! It hurts! Ahh!" 

I had once lightly used laundry clips on my nipples or clitoris, but I had never imagined using a metal paper clip, which was designed to grip paper tightly. 

The clip's strong pressure and sharp edges dug into my labia like a knife. 

As the clip was pulled tight, I bit my lip to suppress my screams. 

"Ahh-huh-huh! Uggghhh!!!" 

Jung-su secured the rope to the door handle. 

"It's done. Don't move your buttocks back. Heel up!" 

The clip was pulled tight, and as I naturally moved my buttocks back, Il-ho slapped them to stop me. 

Meanwhile, Jung-su sat in front of me and said, "Pull as hard as you can. Endure until Han-young arrives. If it doesn't come off at once, it will hurt more. Do you understand?" 

I nodded, unable to speak due to the pain. 

"Good! The setup is complete! When Han-young arrives, smile and face the camera. We'll take a great shot of your expression and your brother's. Hehe." 

"Yes! I'll show him what a pathetic person I am!!" 

Jung-su adjusted my hair so the writing on my forehead was visible, and the camera's red light turned on. 

My posture was becoming increasingly unbearable, and tears welled up in my eyes as the pain in my vagina's labia intensified. 

As time passed, the pain only grew, and my prayer changed from hoping my brother wouldn't come to wishing he would arrive soon. 

"Ahh-huh... Han-young, please come quickly... I can't endure this anymore... please come quickly!!!" 

Just then, I heard the sound of the front door opening. 

My heart pounded, and I forced a smile, ignoring the tears streaming down my face as I looked at the camera.