Jenny's body trembled. Yuto, and all the other employees, already knew. That Jenny's pussy, swollen from the brutal beating, was still horny, dripping with dirty cum.
"Now, let's check the results of the punishment."
Yuto said.
Quite a few ice cubes were already rolling around under Jenny's pussy. It seemed impossible to preserve the ice completely while enduring dozens of pussy cane strikes, no matter how hard she tried. So, the key was whether any ice remained inside Jenny's pussy.
Yuto put on a sanitary glove and abruptly shoved his finger into Jenny's pussy.
"Ah... Hng...!"
Even while tied up, Jenny's back arched sharply, and she couldn't help but moan.
Although he nominally said he was checking for ice, it was practically fisting. Yuto, an adult man, was shoving almost his entire hand into Jenny's pussy. Yuto could even see Nakyung's lower abdomen bulging.
"Haaang! Aaaang...!! Hnghk!"
Instead of screams of pain, Jenny was writhing from side to side, making ecstatic moans.
Already extremely aroused by various perverted abuses, and with her pussy noticeably more elastic after entertaining several men as customers over the past few days, Jenny's pussy easily accepted Yuto's rough fisting, as he was quite large and had big hands for a Japanese man.
"Let's see, let's see..."
"Ah! Hnghk! Aaaah...!!"
Yuto's leisurely, playful voice and Jenny's desperate moans, as if she were about to pass out, echoed in the room simultaneously.
Even the employees who prided themselves on knowing how hopeless Jenny was as a pervert were once again speechless and overwhelmed by the grotesque sight. Right now, Jenny was completely accepting the man's hand, being wildly poked and touched inside her pussy, and screaming with pleasure.
"Ah, found it!"
"Hnghk...!!"
Finally, the fisting came to an end. Yuto, who had been exploring Jenny's vagina with his hand like an explorer for a while, suddenly pulled his hand out and shouted. Of course, Jenny, feeling a strange sensation as if all the flesh inside her vagina was being pulled out, once again had to shake her pelvis vulgarly while making a strange moan.
"Well, there are two ice cubes left. Jenny has still met the passing condition for this punishment."
Yuto said, holding up the two ice cubes he had pulled directly from Jenny's vagina for everyone to see. The other employees, seeing the ice that had melted more than halfway due to the heat of her vagina, were all silent.
Even after Nakyung's one-woman show was over, the entertainment wasn't over.
However, Yuto kept his promise. Since Jenny and Ming had entertained everyone while enduring public humiliation, the entertainment, which happened once every fifteen days, would be kept short. Yuto set a fixed closing time for the entertainment and strictly adhered to it. The other male employees were disappointed, but they couldn't disobey the instructions of their superior, Yuto.
After all the ice was removed from her pussy, Nakyung... collapsed on the desk for a while, unable to move.
Partly because she was completely exhausted, but more so because no one had any intention of untying her.
It was inevitable. Nakyung's appearance, after being brutally abused by everyone in the room, was a mess. Her pussy was grotesquely swollen, and she smelled bad because she had sweated so much. Moreover, the area around her vulva was covered in spit that the women had spewed out with curses.
It was impossible to see even a trace of Nakyung's original beauty... she looked less like a person and more like livestock.
Tightly bound by her arms and legs to a short pillar, Nakyung stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Not far away, the sounds of splashing water and ecstatic, rough moans and breaths echoed. The male employees had started fucking the undocumented female employees again. They were probably trying their best to taste as many women as possible, multiple times, within the allotted time.
Nakyung's mind felt empty.
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In just one or two hours, although her sense of time had become so blurred that she couldn't even tell how long it had been, so many things, such intense stimuli that Nakyung was experiencing for the first time in her short but eventful life, swept through her mind like a giant tsunami.
It wasn't just simple stimuli.
Including her experiences since coming to Japan, the overwhelming emotions pouring over her now... and the rough treatment and contemptuous gazes. It was probably the first time she had experienced such harsh treatment and violent abuse from an unspecified number of people since the lynching in the bathroom a day or two ago.
It was a cruel abuse that would have left a normal woman, or rather, a normal person, traumatized.
"Uhh..."
But why? Nakyung didn't feel so bad. No, the more she recalled the painful memories, the more aroused she felt.
The perverted acts that Yuto had forced on Ming and Nakyung, and on Nakyung alone. Each one was a grotesque event that Nakyung, as a second-generation chaebol, could never have imagined. Therefore, the excitement and masochistic pleasure that Nakyung felt also increased.
Above all, what left an indelible impression on Nakyung's mind was... the caning that everyone who participated in the entertainment took turns inflicting.
The act of pouring ice into her pussy until it overflowed and then being caned was itself very stimulating, but the fragments of emotions pouring over her left Nakyung with an even more unforgettable memory.
"..Haa.."
It was still so vivid. The dirty spit of the women stuck to her pussy was clear evidence.
Nakyung, with her excellent memory and quick wit, habitually recalled and savored the sensations and memories from just a few tens of minutes ago. The sound of spitting, the sticky and unpleasant sensation of spit sticking to her sensitive pussy, the chilling symphony of sensations, the sharp and pointed voices, the caning filled with hatred and contempt...
All of it aroused Nakyung. In particular, the fiery pain of being hit in the pussy as if to climax when Nakyung's mental excitement peaked literally drove her crazy.
It was really good.
Even as she thought she was crazy, Nakyung suddenly compared herself in Korea, the second-generation chaebol Lee Nakyung, with Jenny, who had just started working as a prostitute. The lives of the two women, so far apart like heaven and earth, were vastly different.
From an objective and material point of view, the former was overwhelmingly better.
But Nakyung's thoughts were a little different. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that she had changed while directly experiencing the latter's life.
Of course, life as Jenny was miserable, arduous, and physically difficult... but it was also just as free. Not free in terms of economic hardship or freedom of action, but completely free from the obligation and responsibility to meet the expectations and attention of others.
One might ask what that means, whether it can be compared to an abundant life with overflowing money, a bright future, social prestige, and the love of family and relatives, but it was a very important change for Nakyung, at least.
For Nakyung, who had spent her entire life bearing the weight of all the expectations of her family and society, even for her headstrong younger sister, it was.
"You look good?"
Her excitement had only subsided for a moment.
The one who spoke to Nakyung, who was slowly getting aroused again while recalling the harsh memories, was none other than Yuto.
Nakyung pursed her lips and looked up at him.
She instinctively knew that she had no choice but to seek Yuto's help to be freed from the bondage that made her arms and legs ache terribly, but when she saw his face, she couldn't think of anything to say.
So Nakyung silently stared at Yuto's face.
Objectively, he had an ordinary appearance. He was like a typical Japanese businessman. He had a visual that wouldn't be out of place even if he were taken to any Korean barbecue restaurant or company dinner, not particularly shabby or handsome.
After all this mess, what should she say when she faced Yuto? Nakyung didn't know.
"Want me to wipe you down?"
"Ah... thank you."
Fortunately, Yuto didn't seem to have any special demands for Nakyung, or rather, for Jenny.
He squatted down in front of Nakyung with what looked like a scouring pad in his hand. After making a general announcement disguised as a question, he soaked it in cold water and scrubbed Nakyung's filthy pussy like a rag.
"Hnght..! Ah, it hurts-"
"Hurts, my ass. You were moaning with pleasure even when you were doing things several times worse than this. Don't pretend."