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🕑 Added 2025-04-20 00:28:01 +0000 UTCEP.43 Going Home
I couldn't tell what Jung-su was thinking as he silently paid for the medicine at the pharmacy.
Regardless of why he brought me, I was able to get my injured urethra and vagina examined thanks to Jung-su mentioning it.
My mind was conflicted, feeling like he had considered me but also not really.
Jung-su handed me the bag of medicine and headed to the parking lot without a word.
As I was about to open the back door, Jung-su took out a cigarette and said:
"Just sit in the front seat today."
"Yes..."
After that, we drove back to Jung-su's house in silence.
As soon as we parked and got out of the car, Jung-su said:
"Go inside, grab your shit bucket from the bathroom, and get out. You're useless while you're on your period. Contact me when it's over."
"Yes..."
I followed Jung-su down the stairs and into the entryway to get the bucket from the bathroom.
As I bent down to take off my shoes, Jung-su turned around and called out to me.
"Hey. Number 4."
"Yes?"
When I straightened up at Jung-su's call, he came over and forcefully slapped my left breast with his palm.
Smack!!
"Ow!!"
The buttons on my blouse burst open and I felt a shock to my chest like the nipple piercing might fall out.
"Hands behind your back."
Caught off guard by the pain, I had been hunched over clutching my chest, but I immediately put my hands behind my back.
"Grab your elbows so they don't come loose."
"Ungh. Yes!"
It was the same position I had taken when going to the karaoke room before, but doing this defenseless pose while being scolded made my fear double.
"You're dead if you pull back. Stick your chest out."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each hit was merciless, like my chest would burst open, far beyond normal intensity.
"Unghhhh!!! Uwaaaah~!!"
I burst into tears from the unbearably strong blows.
When Jung-su's hand stopped, I immediately clutched my stinging breasts.
Blood seemed to be trickling from my pierced nipples, which had torn slightly from the impact.
"Sigh... Tell me what you did wrong."
Jung-su sighed as he spoke.
Not knowing why I was suddenly being hit repeatedly on the chest in the entryway, I couldn't stop crying even after the beating from the pain, unfairness and sadness.
"Hic.. hic.. I didn't do anything wrong.. hic.. I don't know..."
"Oh really? Hands behind your back again."
"Hic... I really don't know... I'm sorry..."
"I said hands behind your back."
Though trembling, I put my hands behind my back, overwhelmed by Jung-su's intimidation.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Unghhhhhh!!!"
I could only grit my teeth and endure until Jung-su's hand stopped, gripping my elbows tighter with my nails to keep them in place.
"Hic!! I'm sorry. Please forgive me just this once... hic..."
When Jung-su's hand stopped, I collapsed into a dogeza.
"If you don't know what you did wrong, should I keep hitting you until one of your breasts bursts? Get up."
Seeing that Jung-su had no intention of letting me off, I wracked my brain trying to think of what I could have done wrong, but couldn't come up with anything.
Not wanting to be hit again, I raised my upper body to look up at Jung-su and begged, rubbing my palms together:
"Hic... If you tell me, I'll never do it again. I'm sorry... Please forgive me just once... I'm sorry..."
"You still don't understand your place, do you?"
As Jung-su kicked my chest with the sole of his foot, I suddenly realized I had tried to enter the house wearing clothes.
I had never come in wearing anything except the dog collar before, but since we had just returned from going out together and I only needed to quickly go in to get the bucket from the bathroom, I hadn't even thought about it.
Jung-su's seemingly more lenient attitude recently may have made me let my guard down a bit.
Deeply reflecting on myself, I immediately bowed my head between Jung-su's shoes and said:
"I'm sorry for trying to come in wearing clothes... hic... I'm sorry... I'm sorry for pretending to be human..."
"If you understand, move quickly."
"Yes..."
Feeling relieved that I wouldn't be hit anymore, I went outside the entryway and quickly took off my clothes.
Only after opening the fire hydrant and quickly putting on the dog collar could I enter Jung-su's house.
Jung-su watched me with his arms crossed as if supervising, and I quickly went to the bathroom to find the blue bucket under the sink.
When I lifted the bucket by the handle with one hand, the contents sloshed heavily inside.
I gripped it with both hands so as not to drop it and headed to where Jung-su was standing by the shoe rack.
To avoid repeating the same mistake, I turned around at the shoe rack, set the bucket down beside me, and thanked Jung-su:
"Thank you for using me as a toy for the past few days... hic. Thank you for ruining my holes!!
Hic. Thank you for letting me be gang-banged!
Clitoral circumcision! Hic. Thank you for making me even more stupid!
I'll do my best as a livestock toy for life... hic.. giving up on being human!!"
"Alright, now get out."
Jung-su tapped the top of my head with his toe as if annoyed.
After the front door closed, I set the bucket down and leaned against the door for a moment, trying to stop my continuous crying.
In just a few minutes, I had gone in to get the bucket as ordered and come out after being scolded to the point of losing my mind.
Had I expected something from Jung-su's seemingly changed attitude...
Looking down at my body becoming vulgarly ruined along with the current situation was utterly miserable.
Blood was flowing from both nipples, and my entire chest was bright red and swollen, radiating heat.
Surely if I had been hit a bit more, the piercings would have been torn out.
Bending down to look further, I saw gauze covering the lower part of the tattoo on the area where my bare skin had been cut, without even thinking of refusing or resisting.
Looking down further at the wetness between my legs, I realized that even in that situation I had been aroused, though I hadn't noticed during the beating due to the pain.
Only after calming down somewhat did I wipe away the dried blood that had flowed down under my breasts with my palm, then open the fire hydrant to take out and put on clothes.
The blouse was missing all but the bottom 4 buttons, so it no longer functioned as clothing.
I couldn't properly close the clothes since I had to hold the heavy bucket in one hand and the medicine bag in the other.
I had no idea how to get home looking like this.
At least the small handbag I had brought just to hold my phone and card could somewhat secure one side of the clothes when worn diagonally.
Wanting to get home as quickly as possible, I wiped away my fallen tears once and climbed the stairs.
On the way home, I felt blatant stares from people I encountered as expected.
On the bus I barely caught at the last second, I had to fully expose one breast to take out my card from my handbag.
I tried to act as nonchalant as possible, but my body's trembling and excitement wouldn't stop.
Sitting in the very back seat, I carefully hugged the bucket full of my excrement and urine, staring out the window lost in thought.
'Making that miserable declaration in front of strangers... Even getting caught by a high school classmate... Sigh..
Being gang-banged... Treated worse than a prostitute...
Pushed to my limits... Climaxing like I was really going to die... Ungh..
No matter how much I beg and plead, mercilessly... Treating me truly like a toy...
Ah... I want... I want to be ruined more...
Having my body modified against my will...'
On the bus ride home, my body heated up and all I could think about was wanting to get home quickly to masturbate.
I got off the bus and took off all my clothes on the path up to my house.
This uphill road only led to our house anyway, so no one else would be passing by.
As the outside wind cooled my heated body, I kept remembering the stares of the people I had encountered on the way.
I emptied the bucket halfway up the path and continued home with lighter steps.
When I finally saw the front gate of my house, it felt like I was coming back after a long time, as if returning from living alone.
At this time my brother would obviously be at school, so I boldly opened the door and went inside.
I immediately went to my room and took out the dildo I often used from my bag.
Sitting on the living room sofa, I spread my legs wide as if they would tear and shoved the dildo into my pussy, recalling how I had been tormented at Jung-su's house.
I fucked my pussy for a while with my eyes closed, but soon this level of stimulation was not enough to feel a satisfying climax.
Even with the anal plug inserted, the dildo's size and shape were too disappointing.
The unforgettable feeling of fullness to the point my lower abdomen bulged out...
Having my personality trampled on at will and being abused to the point of wanting to die...
Having experienced all of that at the highest level, everything felt so lacking on my own.
'Huh?! Ow...'
Meanwhile, my clitoris that had been covered with gauze suddenly started throbbing with pain.
It seemed the anesthesia had worn off, but even when I stopped masturbating and curled up with my legs closed, the pain that hadn't been felt before showed no signs of lessening, as if it was all rushing in at once.
As the pain grew increasingly intense to the point I couldn't think straight, I took some medicine, went into my room, locked the door, and lay curled up tightly on the floor.
'Ugh... It hurts... It hurts... It hurts!!!'
Not daring to touch my clitoris, I squirmed around for a long time before falling asleep without realizing it.
