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The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, slowly waking you from a restless sleep in the dark red room. As your eyes opened, the harsh reality of the past 48 hours hit you—being betrayed, sold like an object at an auction, and losing your virginity to a man who saw you only as a plaything.

Great. A bitter thought settled in your chest, tinged with sarcasm and pain: “Life is a bitch, but you got this, Y/N.”

You cheered yourself up a bit. You rose from the bed, your body still naked and sticky—the unmistakable evidence that you hadn’t washed away the night before—and the lingering scent of him clung to your skin. You didn't even know when you fell asleep last night because you were busy crying, asking why life has to be so harsh on you.

THUD!

You freeze on the cold concrete floor. You realise you just fell down and can't stand up; your whole body aches and hurts from your neck down to your legs. Helpless, you tried to stand up, barely able to walk as you dragged yourself to the bathroom, holding on to the wall like a baby learning how to walk again.

Stepping into the bathroom, you tried your best to be careful so you wouldn't trip and die. The picture of you in the mirror is unbelievably vulnerable; there are red and purple bruises everywhere from your earlobe down your collarbone to your chest, your boobs, and your stomach. As you glanced down further, your inner thighs and legs were marked too.

Frustrated at how embarrassing you look right now, you took a deep breath, trying to turn your gaze away from the image.The bathroom has a minimalist design, which feels overly soft given its location in the red room. You noticed that there are some essentials for you, like towels, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, and body wash with some skincare that you can make use of at the moment.

You stood under the shower, the water cold as it traced over your skin. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, the weight inside you finally breaking free like a dam bursting. You had tried so hard to hold it all in, telling yourself you’d cried enough last night—but the sorrow and pain were too much to keep locked away any longer.

While you were applying your skincare, a soft knock came at the door. Wrapping a towel around your body, you went to open it. Standing there was a maid holding some clothes. “Ms. Y/L/N, here’s your outfit for today. You need to be downstairs by 10 AM,” she said softly.“Why the rush?” you asked politely.

"Mr Lee is leaving for his mansion. Since you belong to him, you have to go with him, Ms," she replied with a small smile. “This isn’t his house?” you wondered aloud. “No, you’ve got it wrong. This is his companion vacation house. Mr Park owns this place,” she said before retreating and closing the door behind her.

You walked past halls and rooms from the east wing to the main living room area with guidance from the maid. There he is, Lee Heeseung.Sitting there with his other friends – in total, seven of them. The others don't look as scary as Heeseung at all; hate to say it, but they look a lot softer than him.

Still, they all look intimidating and powerful since they're dressed in black suits, making their presence seem controlling."Mr Lee, Ms Y/L/N is here,” the maid announced, bowing respectfully as you stood behind her, trying your best to avoid Heeseung’s piercing gaze. “You can go do your work now,” Heeseung said dismissively, his eyes fixed on your awkward expression.

He smirked as he took in the marks on your body visible beneath your T-shirt because it's not covering your neck, clearly proud of the damage he has inflicted. “Are you going to stand there forever?” “Hyung, come on, don’t be so hard on her; she’s adorable. " One of the men stepped in to defend you.“Hi, Ms Y/L/N, I’m Kim Sunoo, Hyung’s business partner and bestie,” he said with a warm smile that could melt even the coldest heart.

He offered his hand, and you politely shook it. “Who said I’m your bestie, Sunoo? In your dreams,” Heeseung shot back, smirking. For a moment, a small smile played on Heeseung’s lips, making your heart skip a beat—entirely different from the man who left you hanging on the bed last night.

“Hyung, don’t be too harsh on her; look at those puffy eyes,” another man said, nodding towards your exhausted face. “I’m Park Jjongseong, by the way—the owner of this vacation mansion,” he added politely.

The other six immediately booed him. “Okay, Hyung, we get it—you’re rich,” one of the Japanese-looking guys teased. “I still have work back in Seoul, so I’m out of here. You kids have fun.” With that, Heeseung stood up from the sofa, leaving you wondering what kind of fun you were really in for.

The other six men waved goodbye to Heeseung and smiled at you as if you were some fragile little thing. As you stepped outside struggling to walk, your eyes caught sight of a sleek black Rolls-Royce waiting at the entrance. You almost tripped trying to keep up with Heeseung’s long strides.

He climbed into the car without a second glance your way, clearly unimpressed by your near fall, but smiled, knowing you have a hard time walking.The engine roared to life, and the car began its journey away from the sprawling mansion.

Suddenly, a question slipped into your dazed mind. “What about the other girls?” you asked softly, staring out the window.Heeseung shot back coldly, “What about them? Why do you care?” You couldn’t help but think, ‘Is this man having mood swings or his period?' His expression changes every minute.’ “I came with them; I was just wondering—” “Stop crossing boundaries.” “You don’t get to question me, Y/L/N,” he cut you off, slipping back into that sharp, unyielding attitude.

Lesson learned: don’t ask questions or talk too much. The rest of the ride to Seoul was filled with awkward silence, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

Heeseung’s mansion was breathtaking—modern and grand, with sleek glass walls and towering doors with a luxurious gate. Inside, vast open spaces bathed in natural light showcased marble floors and elegant, minimalist decor.

Every detail radiated luxury and power, making it clear this was more than just a home—it was a place where people wouldn't dare to intervene.As soon as you arrived, Heeseung stepped out of the car and strode ahead, making it hard for you to keep up. A few bodyguards and maids stood ready to greet him. “Master, where should I prepare for this lady?” one maid asked.

The maid led you towards the east wing. “Do you have any clothes or personal items, Ms?" she asked politely. “No, I don’t,” you admitted honestly.You really didn’t have anything left—just your soul and the clothes on you right now. “I’ll get some essentials for you. As for clothes, I’ll inform Master,” she said kindly, stepping back to give you space.

Your room was medium-sized and tastefully luxurious, though not overdone. Minimalist in style, it had a window and a private bathroom.The furniture was nice—a closet, a bed, and a small sofa by the window where you could sit and enjoy the view.

Looking out, you felt a rare moment of calm. A garden full of blooming flowers stretched out below, surrounded by lush green grass—a perfect, peaceful scene to soften the edges of your day.

Slipping into the dining room, you see him there, already eating his food, as you noticed your serving is set near his. You set down and finished the food quietly; you didn't want to interrupt him again. "We can go to the mall to get you some clothes this evening." Stunned by his words, you stared at him."What time, Master?" you asked, trying to comprehend. "Get ready by 5 then." End of conversation; he stood up and left the dining room.

5PM

Wearing the same outfit you had on since morning, you walked to the living room, your legs starting to feel it, but those marks are still bad. As you waited, you wondered to yourself, 'Is this some kind of date or just another way for him to get under my skin, like last night? Lost in thought, you barely noticed Heeseung approaching.

He was now dressed casually in a white T-shirt and plain black pants—simple, yet unmistakably expensive, a quiet display of old money.You were shocked when a sleek orange Ferrari pulled up to the door, and Heeseung slid into the driver’s seat. It was surprising—no driver or bodyguards accompanied him; he chose to ride alone with you.

The journey to the department store was filled with awkward silence.

As you drove past Seoul University, the place where you once studied and nearly graduated in the class of honours, a wave of nostalgia hit you. You longed for things to return to normal and missed the architecture classes; you just miss the feelings of drawing your imagination and designing places you dreamt of. It was then that you realised how people only truly appreciate what they have after it’s gone.

At the mall, Heeseung followed closely behind you, waiting as you browsed. “You’ve been wandering for 20 minutes, Y/N,” he said with a hint of annoyance. “You can just pick for me,” you replied. Heeseung then led you into a luxury store. As you stepped inside, all the staff bowed to him, clearly recognising him as a VIP.Surprisingly, it was a women’s clothing store.

You felt a sting of jealousy but quickly pushed it aside, blaming your confused feelings and reminding yourself not to get emotionally attached to him.“What’s your clothing size and shoe size?” he asked. “I wear size S, and my shoes are 37,” you answered casually. “Bring out everything in those sizes,” he instructed. “And make sure the items are black, white, red, and pink.” “Every item in four colours, sir?” the worker confirmed.

“Yes.” That was the end of the conversation. He didn’t even ask if you wanted to try anything on—he simply ordered and paid. “We’ll deliver them to your location, sir, since it’s a large order,” the worker added. “Sure, you have my assistant’s number; contact him for the address,” Heeseung replied.

The shopping trip ended so abruptly that you barely had a chance to speak. “You have an assistant, Master?” you asked. “You think I can handle everything myself?” he snapped.“He doesn’t live with me, but yes, I have one," he said sharply as he walked back to the tangerine-coloured Ferrari.

As you were about to get into the passenger seat, a woman approached Heeseung, catching your attention. She was striking—tall, with a perfectly symmetrical, model-like face and clearly wealthy. “Lee Heeseung,” she called out, her expression shocked as she noticed you.

He turned to you and commanded, “You can go home first, Y/N. Take my credit card from the car and book an Uber.” With no choice, you grabbed the card and left. This was your chance—your chance to escape all this madness.Surprisingly, you didn’t take the chance to run away. Without a phone, you couldn’t book an Uber, so you kept walking—obediently returning to his mansion, his territory.

Questions flooded your mind: Why didn’t you run? Why does he have such a hold on you? Who was that woman?Damn, you cared about this man more than you realised. You rang the bell until someone opened the gate. It was an electronic gate, controlled remotely, and you didn’t have a remote.

Once inside your room, your chest tightened, and tears streamed down your face again—your second time crying today. Unexpectedly, you fell asleep in the same clothes until noises woke you from a hazy dream. The sounds came from upstairs, but you didn’t know where Heeseung’s room was; you were in the east wing.

Who could be making those noises?Curiosity took over, so you left your bedroom and climbed the east-wing stairs. Scattered along the way were pieces of clothing—boots, mini-skirts, crop tops—all matching the style of the woman from the mall.

You approached a white door, pressing yourself close to listen.The sounds hit you: moaning, groaning, skin slapping, and spanking. And of course, you recognised the voice—Lee Heeseung’s. The same man who took you shopping like you mattered, only to fuck another woman afterwards. He made you walk home; he made you cry twice today. And damn it, you blamed yourself for not running.

You blamed yourself for being an idiot.No, you have to escape. You don’t love him; you can’t fall in love after only two days. You retreated to your room, doing everything you could to block out the sounds of the bed banging upstairs. It was the second night in a row you fell asleep with tears on your pillow.

The next morning, you went through your usual routine, noticing the bruises hadn’t faded, but at least you’d regained about 80% of your ability to walk. Then a soft knock came at the door. “Ma’am, the clothes and shoes have arrived,” the maid said. You opened the door to find ten maids struggling to carry the packages.

“Come inside first. Can you help me hang these in the closet?” You asked politely.“Of course, Ms.”Once they left, you picked out a comfortable outfit: grey sweatpants, a fitted tank top, and white sneakers. So you—so casual.The morning passed quickly as you ate breakfast, wandered the garden, and read magazines in the living room, desperately trying to push his image from your mind. But you couldn’t. By 3 PM, you wondered where he had gone—and where that woman was.

You told yourself it was normal; after all, you were just a sex toy to him. Why bother caring? He disappeared for three whole days, leaving you waiting and hanging. Your days dragged on slowly, and at night you found yourself alone in your room, weighed down by lingering feelings and unspoken thoughts. One moment you wanted to jump off a cliff; the next, you wished for peace.A soft knock on your door pulled you back to reality.

You opened it to find him standing there. “I’m stressed; I want to have sex,” he said. Wow. That was all he said after vanishing from your life for three business days, even though you literally lived in his mansion.

You stood there, torn between wanting to punch him or kiss him.“Go do it with that woman,” you replied, trying to close the door. Of course he stopped you from closing. 'You mean Irene? Why do you care? Are you jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by how sensitive you are when it comes to him. "I'm just an object to you; of course I can't be jealous." You're trying to hide your feelings.

"If you're an object, then let me fuck my 60 million dollars wisely." So cruel, so Heeseung.He finally managed to get into your room. His hands roamed over your hips, waist, and breasts, as if memorising every inch of you. “So beautiful; I bet you’d look even more stunning when naked,” he whispered against your lips. His kiss was fierce and desperate, teeth nipping as you melted into his touch.

You kissed him back, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.You felt your knees hit the bed as he pushed you down. His aggression surprised you when he ripped your pyjamas off, exposing you completely—no underwear beneath since you hadn’t worn any to bed. The sight made his mouth water as he noticed your bruises were fading slightly.

“Baby, you’re perfect every inch of you,” he murmured, climbing on top of you. His lips claimed yours again, tongues intertwining in a heated dance. His hand found your left breast, squeezing hard enough to draw moans from you between the kisses. His touch was possessive and demanding, and despite the bruises and pain you've been feeling, you found yourself pulled deeper into the tangled mix of desire and confusion.

You knew this wasn’t love—not yet—but in this moment, all that mattered was the heat of his body against yours, the sharp intake of breath, and the storm of emotions crashing inside you. His mouth and tongue started moving everywhere on your body. From your earlobe down your collarbone to your boobs, drawing every sinful noise from you, "Hee—ahh," you moaned loudly as your hands were tangling with his hair.

"Keep going, princess; I love that nickname," he replied while marking you and sucking the shit out of your boobs.“Fuck, ahh—” you gasped, arching your back against the bed as his lips left marks across your skin. The heat of his breath brushed teasingly near your most sensitive spot.

Glancing down, you caught his smirk pressed against your body—a mixture of dominance and satisfaction. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he shifted, the intensity between you growing. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of fire through you, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he whispered harshly, his voice low and possessive.

You trembled beneath him, caught in the whirlwind of emotions and desire, unsure whether to resist or surrender. The room seemed to pulse with your racing heartbeats as Heeseung’s hands and mouth explored every inch of your body, marking you like a claim, making it clear you belonged to him—whether you wanted to or not.

Slowly his tongue slipped past your folds as you moaned, "Ahh—shit," your grips on the bedsheet tightening as your other hand grabbed his hair. His tongue moved slowly and desperately at first, licking, sucking, and tasting every part of you.

Then he moved faster, flicking up and down your clit, which made your eyes roll back as you saw heaven. His mouth and tongue worked skilfully, driving you closer to the edge with every flick and suckle. Your breaths came faster, mingling with soft moans that filled the room. Your fingers tangled tighter in his hair, urging him on as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

Heeseung’s hands cupped your thighs, spreading you wider as he deepened his ministrations. The heat inside you built rapidly, a delicious fire that consumed every thought. You could feel the tension mounting, the inevitable release drawing near. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Let go for me.” With a shuddering cry, you came hard and embarrassingly, trembling beneath him as pleasure washed over you in overwhelming waves.

He held you through every pulse, his lips lingering on your skin before slowly rising to meet your gaze – intense, possessive, and utterly consuming. The atmosphere shifted as your breath began to slow, but then Heeseung’s tongue flicked over you again, making your breath hitch once more. “Tastes so fucking good, just for me, little slut,” he murmured, continuing until you noticed his nose and chin glistening with your warmth.

You gently wiped it away, and he took your wrist, pressing a tender kiss to your palm—as if you mattered. For a fleeting moment, something softer flickered behind his usual coldness. Then he shed the last of his clothes and entered you, filling you completely.

You gasped, clawing at his back, words failing as moans took over. “Ahh—Hee, I’m—fuck,” you breathed, lost in the overwhelming sensation.“So tight, ahh—” he groaned, the pace starting slow but building as you found a shared rhythm. Your skin met with his as if you’d known each other forever.

“Faster, Hee—” you urged, nearing your peak again.“Close, sweetie? Me too, ahh—” Heeseung smirked, his thrusts growing wilder, more urgent.

The bed thudded against the wall, snapping you back to reality with a painful reminder of the night he was with that other woman. Who was Irene? You shoved the thought away, afraid to ask.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your temple in a rare, intimate gesture. “Look at me, darling. Let’s release this together.” What has gotten into him? With a shuddering cry, you both climaxed, your bodies trembling in unison. “Fuck—ahh—Y/N, darling,” he groaned as you clutched his back, nails digging into his skin.

The intensity continued for five more rounds, the rhythm a fierce, exhausting sex. Your body was marked with bruises and bites, a testament to the storm you’d weathered together. Heeseung looked equally spent, his back stinging from your grasp. Finally, he pulled away, gazing at your passed out figure form on the bed.

Gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as you lay there, unconscious and spent, the quiet of the room seemed to press in around you and Heeseung. The weight of everything—the pain, the confusion, the fleeting moments of tenderness—settled heavily in the air.

Heeseung stood by the door, watching you with a conflicted expression. Beneath his cold, commanding exterior, a flicker of something unspoken lingered—regret, perhaps, or a rare glimpse of vulnerability. Yet, his pride and the hardened walls he built never allowed those feelings to surface fully.

The silence stretched, punctuated only by your steady breathing, fragile and human. For a moment, he hesitated, as if torn between staying and retreating. Then, with a soft sigh, he turned away, leaving the room—and you—shrouded in stillness, a fragile peace amid the chaos.

He fucked you until you passed out just to leave you again.

© copyright.all.rights.reserved.by.wqyui

Heeseung's gaze turned cold as he stared directly into your soul. "Don't expect gentleness from me, little one." "I don't care even if it's your first time," he continued. You froze; you felt like you couldn't feel your limbs anymore. You didn't expect him to caress you or tell you he loves you, but you thought – you really thought – someone who bought you like a product could be a little softer towards you.

You hate it; you hate how vulnerable you are right now. You were never a cock-hungry type of girl before; your mind screamed for you to pull him away and escape, yet instead you stayed quiet, getting swayed just because he kissed you.

Silence filled the crimson room. As he cupped your cheeks once again, you felt his lips colliding with yours again, as if his tongue took yours on a date and danced to the rhythm of a jazz bar. You followed his lead and pace, trying to keep up with his merciless kiss. The kiss broke as you gasped for air, and his eyes never left you, like he was eye-fucking you.

"On your knees, Y/N," he commanded, his tone cold. You got up from the bed and got down on your knees besides it. Heeseung grinned, the biggest one you had seen since you met him. "Take your dress off, baby." You did what he said, completely hypnotised by the most powerful man in Seoul.

"Good girl, now choose two things you want to experience tonight," he said, as this phrase drew curiosity out of you. Heeseung stood besides the drawers and the walls full of kink tools; he smirked looking at your confused-adorable face. "Which one hurt less… master?" you asked, trying to seek a little mercy from the lustful man in front of you.

He paused for a second and grabbed chains. "These hurt less and immobilised the shit out of you," he teased. You're trying to hide your trembling body even though you're only in your undergarments right now. "You have to pick one more tool since it's your first night and first time. The choice is yours." The blindfolds displayed in one of the drawers caught your attention. "Blindfold Master Lee", you decided that chains and blindfolds are better; at least they can't hurt you.

Heeseung chuckled, clearly amused by how innocent you are. "Good choices; you can't touch me, run from me, or see me." He paused and continued, "But this is not Fifty Shades of Grey, angel. I will fuck you until you're numb or sore. Additionally, we have no safe words; I stop when I want to." This phrase sent chills down your spine. Why the fuck does he keep reminding you how cruel he is?

He walked towards you and smacked your ass with his hand. "You were made for me, angel." He sits down on the bed, you still on the floor on your knees, as he undresses himself, leaving him completely bare and naked in front of you. Goddamn, you've never seen someone this perfect: his broad shoulders, his face, his smirk, his big ass cock, his body – you could get wet from this sight of him.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased. "Come closer and suck my dick, princess." You froze; you've never done it before, and you're scared. "Teach me, please, Master." "You sound shameless right now; you're your parents' golden child, acing everything, assignments, and being top of the class since high school, yet your current state makes you feel no less than a stripper. He made you feel like a sin, but can you blame him? He's probably the hottest sin to ever exist.

He cupped your cheeks with one of his hand and chuckled, "I'll teach you, little one, first grab the base of my cock," you obeyed without hesitation, "Do you see the pink tip? Lick it suck it slowly" so you did you lick, suck, and even spit on the tip drawing soft groans from his throat, those sound made your stomach do a little flip. "Mhmm you're not so bad, now suck the whole thing I want to feel your throat baby, while keeping eyes contact with me"

You took his cock deep in your mouth; he's huge and hard, making you gag as you're struggling to maintain the eye contact. "Keep going, princess." He lets out soft moans and groans. Every sloppy noise, every suck, every lick, makes him feel even closer. "Y/N, I—umm... I think I'm close, shit," you took him deeper as he was getting harder. The makeup those girls did for you is now smudged and mascara-stained, as you cried out because he's making you gag too much.

He released the warm liquid in your mouth, sloppily spilling everything. "Fuck, take it all, every drop, drink it; that's what you did to me, baby." You licked everything clean. "You cried very cutely. I wonder what your reaction will be when my cock is inside you." Stunned by the comment, you look up to him again as he brushes liquid from the corner of your lips.

Unexpectedly, he picked you up bridle-style and laid you down on the bed as he took off your undergarments leaving you completely at his mercy. "Are you ready to be fucked until you can't feel your body anymore?" Heeseung asked, his tone more teasing than serious, as if mocking your situation. You nodded. "Words, darling, cat got your tongue?" You instantly answered, "Yes, master, please fuck me." You gave in to him too much for a man you had just met a few hours ago.

He grabbed the chains and the blindfolds as you spread your legs wide, chaining you to the edges of the bed. "Hands up, princess," he said as he chained your hands to the upper edges too. You're now spread out, ready for him. However, he's not done yet; he blindfolded you, giving you zero clues or visions of what he's about to do to you. "Helpless and deprived, you look like mine to destroy, sweetheart."

Some sense of rightfulness crept into your mind. "I'm not your sex toy, Lee Heeseung," you tried to argue. "Woah, what an attitude you've got after sucking my cock and obeying my rules like a little slut?" he paused. "Do you want to see me fuck that attitude out of you?" He slapped your inner thigh; pain is one thing, but you moaned at the pain. "Like it rough, huh?"

"Ahh, mhm," you kept moaning to the sensual feelings. "You can't make any noises unless told to. You get that, princess?" he commanded you. "I—please do it, Master," you try to beg, knowing damn well he doesn't give a fuck. "Are you experiencing mood swings? You just shouted at me and called me by my government name, and now you want my dick; you're pathetic," he smirked, clearly amused he got you wrapped around his finger.

He didn't kiss your lips again; instead, he bit your neck down to your collarbone, and it's torturing you to keep quiet with his lips and bites on you. He continued to bite your earlobe, and you can't even see him with this blindfold on. "You're mine to fuck, to bite; you'll wake up tomorrow with all these bites to remind yourself I'm your owner," Heeseung whispered to you, making your back arch a little, but the restraint of the chains is keeping you in place.

"Master, I—" A little noise came out of your lips. Heeseung immediately smacked your boobs this time. "I told you to stay quiet unless told to make noise, slut; you're completely helpless and exposed." He moved down to your chest, leaving marks everywhere from your neck to your boobs, making your back ache relentlessly. "You have nice tits baby," he said as he took the right side of your nipple into his tongue as his left hand squeeze and play with your left boob.

This act was pure boob abuse; your right nipple was being relentlessly sucked, licked, and bitten, while your left was expertly played with by his strong hand. He squeezed your breast like a pliable, squishy object, eliciting soft, involuntary noises from you that you desperately tried to stifle. Each time a sound escaped, he responded with a sharp smack—sometimes on your tits, other times on your thighs or clit—reinforcing your complete submission.

Lee Heeseung was merciless not only in the shadows of battlefields and the underworld but equally ruthless in the bedroom. His commanding presence radiated power and control, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of desire and dominance. Every calculated movement showed his intimate knowledge of your body, as if he had memorised every sensitive spot to push you further into obedience. You obeyed his every command as though hypnotised, utterly captivated by the intensity of his touch and the raw authority he wielded.

He finally moved from your boobs down to your stomach, where he licked your skin slowly, sending shivers through your body. The sensation made your back arch painfully against the bed once again, restrained by the unforgiving chains. You didn’t expect him to leave marks here too, but his teeth sank into your stomach, leaving fresh bites that burned deliciously against your skin.

"You can call my name and make some fucking noise now, baby. I need to hear it." Just that phrase alone made you feel a surge of happiness and relief, as if you could finally loosen some of the restraints holding you down.

"Master or Heeseung?" you asked innocently as he continued biting your stomach. "I never allow girls to call me by my name, but you're the only exception," he said, a hint of fondness slipping through. You knew this might be his way of getting under your skin, yet it made your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

"Sloppy wet from just bites and kisses already, princess," he smirked, the shift unmistakable as his mouth left your stomach. You felt his hot breath trail teasingly against your inner thighs, sending a rush of heat and anticipation through you. "Mmm, I need you," you breathed out softly, unable to hold back a moan. "Words, darling," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Where do you need me? Which part of me do you crave the most?"

"Every part of you, Heeseung," you said boldly, which made him smirk again—this time with a more dangerous edge. He kissed your inner thighs softly, and you trembled at the sensation. Heeseung slowly moved up to your pussy folds, his eyes locked on you, waiting for your reaction. "Mmm, please—Hee", you moaned; the way you whispered his name, just 'Hee', was enough to ignite a deeper hunger in him. He pressed his lips to your folds, and a sharp cry escaped you: "Ahhhhh, mmm!! Oh, fuck—"

Heeseung’s tongue danced expertly over your folds, teasing and exploring every sensitive curve, drawing out soft, desperate moans from deep within you. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, anchoring you as he pushed you closer to the edge. The heat between your legs built rapidly, your breaths coming shorter and more ragged with every flick of his tongue.

"AHHH MM HEE," you moaned relentlessly, the sounds spilling from deep within you. It hit you then—the chains themselves didn’t physically hurt as much as the restraint of not being able to see or touch him. That deprivation was far worse, intensifying every nerve and desire.

Your pussy tightened, needing more, craving the overwhelming pleasure only he could give. "I'm— Master, I'm so close ahh—" you shouted. Heeseung’s voice was a low growl against your ear, “You’re mine, every single part of you, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” With each stroke and kiss, he carved his dominance into your body, leaving you trembling under his touch, utterly consumed by desire and submission.

The chains felt distant now, irrelevant compared to the storm of sensations he was unleashing inside you. “Let go for me, princess,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire and command. “Show me how much you want this.” The way he knew your body so intimately was almost unbelievable, his every touch igniting a fire deep within you. "Ahhh, mmm, fuck—" you moaned as a wave of warmth spilt from you. Heeseung licked every drop away with slow, deliberate care, as if mesmerised by each taste, drawing out every bit of your surrender and desire.

"You taste so good, uhmm, I could eat you up all day," he murmured, continuing to lick you clean with slow, teasing strokes. His nose nuzzled and playfully ruffled your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through your body. He looked up at you and smirked as he slapped your inner thigh again. "Ahh," you let out a sharp moan, making him laugh at how sensitive you are.

You felt his fingers exploring your folds this time, sending fresh shivers cascading down your spine. "Hee, mm—" you moaned shamelessly again. "What, baby? Be louder," he teased, his voice low and commanding. You struggled to form words, breathless as he rubbed your wet clit with delicate strokes. "Shit—" you groaned as he slowly slid two fingers inside you. "Fuck, princess, you're so tight—and it's just two fingers," he whispered, clearly impressed by your response.

"Ahh—it hurts," you cried out, his long, veiny fingers probing inside you for the first time, taking your virginity, the sensation burning sharply. "I'm training you for my dick, cutie. Endure it," he murmured, slowly moving his fingers with controlled pressure. You wished he could be gentler, but the pain soon melted into a deep, pulsing pleasure that consumed you. All you could feel now was desire, craving more, urging him to pick up the pace. " Master, ahh—faster—mm—" you cried out, your voice trembling with need.

So he went faster, his fingers curling expertly inside you, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. The mix of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your senses, making your breath hitch and your body tremble uncontrollably. “Hee, ahh—” you begged, your voice thick with need. Heeseung obeyed, driving you higher and higher until the waves of ecstasy crashed over you once again.

Your body arched, your nails digging into your own palms as you cried out in release, every nerve ignited and every inch of you pulsing with pleasure. Secretly, you wish you could see his expression and lift up this bitch-ass blindfold. Heeseung slid his fingers into your mouth, making you taste your own liquid. "Taste it. Fuck, I want you to know how sweet you are."

Obediently, you followed his command. Suddenly, a shockwave coursed through your body as Heeseung grabbed his cock and rolled it slowly over your wet folds, teasing your entrance with deliberate, tantalising strokes. You couldn't make noise because his fingers were still inside your mouth, so you cried out of pleasure. Then, he slid himself inside you for the first time ever, slow and deliberate, stretching you gently but firmly. "Fuck baby, you're so tight," he groaned.

The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of newness, pleasure, and a deep, consuming heat that spread through your body. You trembled beneath him, every nerve alive as he pushed deeper, claiming you with every inch. Your breath hitched, a soft cry escaping your lips. Despite the blindfold and restraints, you bit onto his fingers. Heeseung’s low growl echoed in your ear: “You’re mine, sweetheart. Feel every inch of me.” With steady, powerful thrusts, he began to move, setting a relentless pace that drove you to the edge again and again, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being utterly possessed.

Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, the powerful connection between you both igniting a fire that consumed every thought. "HEE—AHH FUCK I CAN'T—" Your moans grew louder, echoing in the room because he retracted his fingers from your mouth as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations. Heeseung’s hands roamed your body, gripping your hips firmly, guiding your movements in sync with his own.

The blindfold heightened every touch, every sound, every breath, making you feel utterly exposed yet deeply desired. With every powerful stroke, you felt yourself spiralling closer to the edge, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Come for me, baby,” Heeseung growled, his voice thick with hunger and dominance. "Ahhh", and with that, you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as your cries filled the room, lost completely in the intensity of your shared desire.

Heeseung’s pace faltered briefly as he felt you shatter beneath him, your tightness clenching around him like a vice. Yet he didn't stop even though now you're gasping for air and heaving heavily. You recalled what he said: 'I stop when I want to.' The raw, desperate sounds you made pushed him closer to his own limit. His grip on your hips tightened, his breath ragged and low as he groaned, “Fuck—so fucking beautiful.” With a final, powerful thrust, he spilt inside you, his body trembling as he released every ounce of desire and dominance.

The warmth of him filling you was overwhelming, binding you together in an intimate, fierce connection. He collapsed besides you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his dark eyes glinting even through the blindfolded haze. “Mine to fuck,” he whispered possessively, claiming you one last time before the world faded to nothing but the lingering heat between you.

With that, he finally released you from the chains and removed the blindfold, leaving you breathless and drenched in sweat, your body as spent as his. You instinctively hoped for a tender touch, a soft word, maybe even a kiss—but none came. Instead, he rose silently, dressed himself without a glance back, and left the crimson room without a word.

You were left alone on the bed, vulnerable and aching, the heat of his presence fading but the sticky reminder of him still clinging to you, in you. A wave of emptiness crashed over you, sharper than any physical sensation—he had taken everything from you tonight, your first kiss and your virginity, yet left you feeling like nothing more than a possession, a tool for his desires. The cold silence around you screamed louder than his absence, and you wondered if, in his eyes, you were truly just a sex slave—beautiful, broken, and utterly alone.

Then you remembered his last phrase—“mine to fuck.” Not to love, not to cherish, but simply for the pleasure of his dick. The cold truth hit you like a wave, crashing over your heart and leaving it raw and aching. You weren’t someone he wanted to hold or protect. You were just an object, a possession to be used and discarded at his whim. The weight of that realisation pressed down on you, heavier than any chains, making you feel more alone and broken than ever before.

The only thing bringing you a sliver of comfort right now is the harsh truth you remind yourself of—he bought you because, like any other man, he’s driven by lust and hunger, craving nothing more than to satisfy his own desires. You thought your life had hit rock bottom with Giselle selling you and betraying you, but meeting Lee Heeseung shattered any illusion of hope you had left.

© copyright.all.rights.reserved.by.wqyui

The cold breeze brushed against your bare skin as you wandered through the city at midnight. Your current state resembles that of a homeless person.

You reflected on the events of the past few weeks: broken friendships, rejection from your crush, and various humiliations. Still, you found solace in the fact that your grades were soaring.

"AHH!" you shouted as you collided with a wall, not realising you were heading towards a dead-end street. In truth, you were simply following wherever your legs took you. Turning back, you suddenly heard your phone ringing.

You retrieved it from your hoodie pocket; it was your so-called best friend, the one who had taken your crush, fully aware of your feelings for him. Losing isn't your thing, so you picked her up despite knowing some bullshit will probably spill out of her mouth again.

"Hello, why did you call me?" You asked her, showered with curiosity. "Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry, Y/N, I can't help it; he approached me first." Just Giselle with her lame-ass excuses again. "Oh so you just fucked him because he 'approched' you?" You scoffed, not believing what you heard.

"Y/N I need you right now. I have no other friends except you. Please, can you come pick me up at the party at Beomgyu's house downtown? "Giselle begged. Even though you fucking hate her whole existence, you can't lie that Giselle has been with you your whole life; she has been reliable, so you thought to yourself maybe this is the last time you'll help her out, and after this you will never keep in touch with her again. "This is the last time, Giselle," you said tiredly. "Thanks, Y/N. When you arrive, please come into his house; I'll wait for you."

You returned to your apartment, grabbed your car keys, and headed towards Beomgyu's house. Upon arrival, you stepped inside. Partying wasn’t your scene; you rarely attended these types of events. But tonight, you made an exception because of the backstabbing bitch you were helping.

You saw Giselle; she is standing near the corner of the crowded room. "Giselle, let's go," you said. "Y/N, let's have a drink together; count it as the last time, please," she said as she handed you a shot of vodka. You hesitated yet still managed to drink the shot. "Sorry, Y/N." Giselle smirked as you realised this was a trap and you walked right into it. It's too late; you started to lose your vision and blacked out completely.

8h later

You woke up to a dark room. The room was enormous, yet it was in complete disarray; everything appeared out of place and chaotic. You notice this room is filled with girls your age, some even younger than you.

"Bitch, stay quiet and start obeying the rule if you want to live." You glanced towards the voice coming out of a guard as he slapped a woman across the face. You gasped and stayed quiet, unsure what to do, because you know that this is human trafficking and illegal, but how can you escape with all these buff bodyguards surrounding you when you don't even know where you are?

Your life has already been through enough, and now what have you got yourself into? Will it be even worse? You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, but you made an effort to remain quiet.

"How long will you whores keep sleeping? Wake the fuck up!" a guard yelled out. All the girls started standing up and so did you. You guys were guided to walk towards a bathroom, a shared bathroom to be exact, and you could see older women in their 50s waiting for you guys in the bathroom.

"Before selling you guys, we have to check your body condition and check if you guys are virgins," a woman stepped out and shouted. You gulp and sweat too much because you know you're not bad-looking yourself, and especially because you're a virgin, which right now isn't very beneficial for you.

Those old women told you guys to strip off your clothes, and they started scrubbing all of you clean and smooth as you guys shower. A woman came up to you. "You've got a nice and petite body, hourglass-shaped, slim, with a big ass and tits, the bosses and the elites would kill to get you." That woman smirked.

Your naked body started to shake as you avoided her gaze. "Are you a virgin?" The question struck you like lightning. If you lie and say that you're not, where will they take you? If you tell the truth, will they send you to those so-called elites? "Y-yes, I am," you stuttered as the woman laughed.

"Great, wonderful, get dressed up. I'll let my subordinates lead you towards the makeover room, preparing for tonight's auction. " The word 'auction' made you stumble a little as one of her assistants guided you towards the so-called makeover room.

In all your 22 years, you had never experienced such care. The women around you gently washed away the grime and weariness that clung to your skin. Their skilled hands trimmed your hair with precision as they curled your hair, shaping it into a style befitting your face.

As they applied makeup, each brushstroke highlighted your angelic features, enhancing the softness of your complexion and the delicate curves of your hourglass figure, making you look like a porcelain doll. The scent of delicate perfume enveloped you, making you feel as if you had stepped into a dream – transformed, polished, almost unreal.

For a moment, you were no longer the girl caught in chaos but a small, radiant presence, ready to face whatever awaited you next. "Do you like red?" one of the girls asked. "Not really, I don't think someone like me would look good in red," you replied, trying to keep calm as a group of girls came in with a red dress.

The dress itself looks sinful; it's something you never wear or want to wear. It's a silk dress with a red wine colour, a small, delicate dress. They helped you put on the dress. Once it’s on, you notice how it highlights every curve of your body. The dress is short, leaving your slim, long legs barely covered, while it exposes your chest slightly and highlights the curve of your back, showcasing your spine.

They also helped you slip into your black heels, the sharp heels clicking against the cold floor with every uneasy step you took. The shoes pinched your feet painfully, making each movement a reminder of your helplessness. Despite the discomfort, you had no choice but to endure it—here, you were not a person but a product to be displayed and sold.

"Wait in this room, and no one is allowed to bring her foods; she has to maintain her image until tonight's event," one of them said, and they all left, leaving you waiting in this room for hours with only water and some fruits. Your face got paler and your stomach roared, but no one cared. The clock is ticking.

You've waited in this room since 11AM; now it's 9PM. You were about to collapse, but a girl walked in. "You can have 3 bites of this curry before stepping on the stage; we don't want our product to collapse on stage," she said coldly, placing a bowl of curry on the vanity. And you ate the curry, 3 precise bites. "Let's go," she said, maintaining her expression.

You walked down the corridor, only now realising how vast this place truly was. It was a warehouse—its underground level holding the hostages like prisoners, while the upper floor served as the so-called makeover room. The girl led you towards the exit, and as you stepped outside, you spotted a cluster of girls waiting near a bus, probably ready to be transported.

What struck you most was that this warehouse was hidden deep within a dense forest, explaining why no rescue had come yet. Boarding the bus, you immediately felt the weight of every stare—silent questions and curious glances from the other girls.

Glancing back, you noticed they all wore revealing red bikinis, while you were stuck in your tight, short dress. Instead of feeling comforted, a wave of despair washed over you, seeing these girls in the same dire situation, likely treated far worse. Your eyes scanned the group, landing on some who looked even younger than you, and your heart sank with a heavy ache you couldn’t shake.

Upon arriving at the mansion, you took in your surroundings—a grand estate, yet still deeply hidden within the dense forest’s shadows. You and the other girls were ushered towards the mansion’s back entrance, where inside, you were quickly separated from the others.

“You come with me to the waiting room,” a maid commanded, leading you up a narrow staircase to a small, dimly lit room. “Wait here until I come to get you. You heard me?” You nodded silently, your heart pounding in your chest. Half an hour later, the same maid returned and guided you to the mansion’s courtyard.

The space was vast—larger than many hospitals you’d seen—with meticulously kept gardens blooming faintly under the fading light. But the beauty of the place offered no comfort. Scattered throughout the courtyard were groups of men—some old, some young, all surrounded by imposing bodyguards.

They sipped red wine, their laughter echoing off the marble and stone, oblivious to the horrors unfolding nearby. The reality hit you like a cold wave: this was no ordinary event. This was a human auction.

She led you backstage to the auction area. “You’ll go on the stage after the bikini girls, and you must stand in the middle. You’re the main event tonight. You understand?” Your whole body trembled as you nodded silently, the weight of what was about to happen crashing down on you.

You were about to be sold to a stranger, a random man whose intentions you could only dread. One by one, the other girls were called onto the stage, their forced smiles masking the fear beneath. Then it was your turn. “Okay, you’re on the stage now—smile, you little slut,” the woman sneered.

Swallowing your panic, you forced yourself to smile, your mind going blank as you stepped into the harsh spotlight. The cold eyes of the crowd bore into you as the bidding began, each call a reminder that you were no longer in control of your own fate.

The MC’s voice boomed through the grand hall, coldly detailing your features, your nationality, and your very existence as if you were nothing more than an object to be bought and sold. The crowd’s cheers echoed hollowly around you, deafening and surreal. “Y/L/N, Y/N—bidding starts at 12 million dollars,” the MC announced with clinical detachment.

A wave of numbness washed over you, and for a brief moment, you felt as though you might faint beneath the crushing weight of it all. Then a sharp voice cut through the noise. “30 million,” a man called out, his tone confident and commanding.

His striking red hair caught the light, perfectly styled to frame a handsome, angular face with sharp eyes that glittered with an unsettling mix of amusement and cold calculation. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black tuxedo that clung to his lean, athletic frame, he carried an aura of effortless power and danger.

His smirk, both charming and predatory, sent a chill down your spine, making the horrifying reality of your situation even more vivid. “35 million,” another bidder announced, an older man likely in his fifties, his voice steady and authoritative, adding to your growing dread.

“60 million!” the red-haired man shouted again, his confidence rippling through the crowd and stirring a mix of astonishment and tension. “60 million, number one! 60 million, number two! 60 million, number three!!!” the MC declared, his voice rising in excitement.

“The winner of this first bidding is Mr Lee Heeseung. Congratulations!” The applause erupted around you, but none of the girls on stage, including yourself, could bring themselves to join in.

You were escorted back into the mansion, your steps leading you to the east wing. As you entered the room, your legs trembled uncontrollably. A maid’s cold voice instructed, “Wait here for Mr Lee; he’ll come soon,” before she left you alone. The room was cloaked in deep crimson light, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

The air was thick with a faint scent of leather and something metallic, sharp and intoxicating. The walls were lined with an array of tools, each meticulously arranged on polished black racks. There were cuffs and collars of soft, worn leather, their buckles gleaming under the red glow.

On a nearby table lay an assortment of paddles—some smooth, some studded with metal rivets—alongside whips braided with fine leather strands and floggers with heavy, weighted tails. Chains hung from sturdy hooks, their cold steel contrasting with the plush velvet drapes that framed the room.

In one corner stood a tall, imposing wooden frame fitted with restraints at various heights, designed to immobilise. The room radiated a strange mix of elegance and menace, a sinister playground designed for control and submission. You felt the weight of its purpose settle over you, intensifying your fear and uncertainty as you awaited what was to come. So you sit on the bed with your little red dress and wait for your destiny.

The clock ticked towards 2AM.

You already fell asleep in the red room, the heavy silence wrapping around you like a shroud. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a sliver of harsh white light spilt into the dark crimson space. At the threshold stood a tall figure, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his presence commanding and cold.

His eyes, sharp and unreadable, fixed on your vulnerable form lying on the bed. Without a word, he stepped inside, the soft click of his polished shoes echoing ominously. His expression remained impassive, betraying no hint of emotion, yet the air around him thickened with an unspoken power.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on you, weighing, assessing, as if deciding your fate in that silent moment. The room seemed to shrink under his presence, every shadow drawn taut with tension. He finally spoke, his voice low and steady, breaking the silence like a whispered threat. "Wake up," he commanded. You slowly opened your eyes, shocked by his presence.

“Who told you that you could sleep?” He smirked, his voice laced with a dark amusement. “I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, heart pounding. His eyes roamed slowly over your body, tracing every curve and detail with a possessive intensity that felt like a silent claim.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield your vulnerability. “What are you staring at?” you challenged, your voice barely steady. He leant in slightly, his gaze unwavering and cold. “I paid 60 million dollars for you. You’re mine now, princess. Don’t ever forget that.”

His words hung heavy in the air as his eyes continued to rake over you, a constant reminder of your new reality—his possession, bound by price and power. “I'm not your sex slave,” you argued. “Oh, sweetheart, right now you're nothing but that.” His smirk grew wider.

“You're Y/N, right? Beautiful name, beautiful you. I heard that you're a virgin, never kissed anyone, huh?” “Yes, I'm Y/N. You're Lee Heeseung?” “Call me master when I fuck you, sex doll.” Your eyes widened. “What do you—” you started, but he cut you off with an unexpected kiss.

The kiss was fierce and urgent—teeth, desperation, madness all tangled together, as if he had been starved for days and could no longer wait. When it finally broke, you were left gasping for air, your chest heaving. “Master, you didn’t have my consent yet,” you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady yourself.

Without a hint of shame, Heeseung’s voice cut through the tension with bold dominance. “Y/L/N, Y/N, can I fuck you, please?” His words were raw and commanding, leaving no room for doubt—he was utterly in control here showing his only intention right now is to fuck you, no love, no gentleness, just cockwarming you.

“You will be gentle, right?” you whispered, surprised by your own words. He had just stolen your first kiss, and now he was about to take so much more. You hadn’t realized it yet, but his handsomeness and the intensity in his eyes were pulling you deeper—drawing you into the role of his sex slave, even though you fully aware that you don’t want to be stuck in this situation, you don’t want to feel worthless, you want to experience true love, but GOD he’s just irresistible.