CHAPTER 216: CHAPTER 216: SU-BIN’S METHOD

NOTE: This Chapter is a bit dark and there’s an element of forcing as this is interrogation, please skip the Chapter if you don’t like it. It won’t mess with the story progression.

Su-bin didn’t say a word as she dragged the assistant down the narrow hallway, the steel door at the end hissing open with a magnetic click. The underground room was cold, dimly lit with only a single overhead bulb that swung faintly, casting shadows on the cement walls. Her heels echoed sharply against the floor, each step punctuating the assistant’s rising panic.

The assistant twisted in Su-bin’s grip. "Please—this is a mistake, I didn’t—"

Su-bin shoved her forward. "Quiet."

Her voice sliced through the air, colder than the room itself. Behind the heavy metal chair in the center of the room, two of Madam Ha-eun’s silent enforcers waited, masked and unflinching. They didn’t need instruction. The moment Su-bin nodded, they moved.

Leather restraints creaked as they stripped the assistant naked, ignoring her trembling and useless protests. Wrists were pulled tight behind her neck and bound to the chair’s backrest. Her legs were forced wide apart, ankles strapped to the front legs of the chair, leaving her completely exposed. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps.

"I’m innocent," she whimpered. "I swear I—mmph!"

A thick black gag was shoved into her mouth, the buckle pulled so tight it bit into her cheeks. Su-bin stepped closer, crouched down until they were eye level. Her smile was almost sweet.

"You’ve wasted enough of my time with your lies," she whispered, brushing the assistant’s hair away from her face. "But don’t worry. You’ll be more honest by the time I’m done with you."

Standing up, Su-bin began undressing.

She peeled her blazer off slowly, folding it neatly on the table beside her. Then her blouse, unbuttoned one by one until her bare skin was visible beneath. No bra. Her breasts hung soft and full under the harness of a black corset that cinched her waist brutally tight. Her garter belt hugged her hips, with nothing underneath—no panties, no modesty. Her skin shimmered faintly under the lights, and the delicate clasps of her thigh-highs caught the flicker like jewelry.

The assistant’s eyes widened behind the gag, but Su-bin didn’t rush.

She walked to the small tray, picked up a thin glass vial—aphosdaric extract, thick and shimmering pink—and uncorked it. The smell hit immediately: floral, cloying, and laced with arousal. She dipped her fingers into it and walked to the chair.

"Let’s see how long you’ll pretend."

The moment her slick fingers touched the assistant’s pussy, the girl jolted, whining behind the gag. Su-bin didn’t pause. She coated the lips in the thick substance, smearing it deep inside, then slid her finger lower, pressing at the tight ring of her asshole. A slow push. Resistance. Then—

Pop.

The assistant bucked against the chair, whimpering, shaking, her body betraying her as the aphosdaric took effect. Su-bin smiled, watching the heat bloom across the girl’s skin, the involuntary twitch in her thighs.

She turned and picked up the strap-on.

Thick, black, heavy. The dildo had a dual-head—one longer shaft and a second smaller bulb beside it, designed for double penetration. She strapped it to herself slowly, letting the base press against her soaked folds as she adjusted the straps.

Without a word, she stepped between the assistant’s legs and aligned the twin heads.

The first push was brutal.

The longer shaft slid into the assistant’s pussy with a slick, wet squelch, her walls already pulsing from the aphrodisiac. She screamed behind the gag, head jerking back, eyes wide in shock. Her thighs trembled in the restraints, muscles flexing helplessly as her body tried to reject the sudden intrusion—but it was too late. She was open, dripping, already twitching from the forced arousal spreading like wildfire through her blood.

Su-bin didn’t give her a second to recover. She angled the second head of the strap-on downward, the bulbous tip pressing against the twitching rim of her asshole—still stretched and tingling from her earlier finger. Su-bin gripped the assistant’s hips tight and shoved.

A sharp thrust, no mercy.

The dual shaft drove in deep—one filling her pussy, the other breaching her ass with unforgiving pressure. Her body convulsed violently, muffled shrieks rising into sob-choked moans as both holes were stuffed at once. Her toes curled, her hands clenched into useless fists behind her neck, nails digging into her own skin.

She thrashed.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but her cunt spasmed greedily around the thick shaft, betraying her. Her asshole twitched around the second head, torn between pain and a traitorous kind of stretch-drunk pleasure. Su-bin watched it all with a calm, clinical hunger.

She began to move.

Slow, heavy thrusts that rolled through the assistant’s core like earthquakes. Her hips pistoned forward, grinding the strap-on deeper, making both shafts pulse inside her, forcing the girl’s body to react. Every drag of rubber pulled a fresh moan from the gagged mouth, each thrust made her hips twitch, her nipples stiffen, her cries hitch in the back of her throat.

Su-bin leaned forward, watching her victim’s face twist with helpless pleasure.

Then she reached up and grabbed one stiff, flushed nipple.

She pinched.

Twisted.

Hard.

The assistant jerked in the chair like she’d been shocked, a long muffled cry breaking free. Su-bin’s lips curled into a smirk as she picked up a pair of chrome clamps from the tray nearby. With expert ease, she clipped them onto the swollen, reddened tips, tightening them one click at a time until the metal bit down mercilessly.

The assistant screamed again, gagged sobs mingling with involuntary gasps.

Now her nipples stood out like trembling little peaks of agony, bound and aching, every thrust jostling the clamps and sending shockwaves through her body. Her chest heaved, mouth gagged and drooling, thighs slick with the mixture of forced arousal and shame.

"You like this?" Su-bin hissed, her breath hot against the girl’s ear, hips slamming forward with cruel rhythm. "Look at your pussy. It’s drooling like a whore’s. You wanted this, didn’t you? Maybe you wanted to be caught."

She punctuated the words with deeper thrusts, burying the shafts so brutally that the girl’s whole body rocked with each push. A fresh string of wet sounds filled the room, obscene and rhythmic—her pussy squelching, her asshole straining, the slap of skin and rubber, and the delicate clink of metal clamps as they bounced from every jolt.

The girl’s eyes rolled back, the mix of pain, shame, and raw heat short-circuiting everything else.

Su-bin didn’t slow. She wanted her broken.

And she was getting there.

The assistant’s eyes rolled back as Su-bin fucked her with precision—grinding into her g-spot, slamming the anal bulb deep until her thighs trembled and her toes curled in their restraints.

Eventually, Su-bin slowed.

She pulled out, leaving the assistant gasping, twitching, utterly ruined, her nipples still clamped, holes dripping.

"You’re in good hands now," Su-bin murmured, licking her own fingers clean of the aphosdaric.

She turned, heels clicking once again as she walked to the private lift in the corner. She didn’t bother redressing. The corset hugged her curves, the garter straps swayed with every step, and her thighs were still wet with the juices from the assistant’s desperation.

The lift doors closed behind her with a quiet sigh.

Upstairs, the rooftop garden was a quiet sanctuary of wealth and corruption. The city lights spread out in the distance, but inside, it was only soft jazz and the clink of ice in crystal.

Madam Ha-eun sat in a velvet chair, her silk nightgown loose and half-open, one strap fallen from her shoulder. Her hair was up, lazily pinned, a glass of scotch in one hand.

She looked up as Su-bin approached.

"Progress?"

Su-bin smiled, kneeling beside the low table. "She confessed everything. The leak was deliberate. She was bribed to insert false data logs, redirect internal reports. But the source came through a secondary handler tied to EON’s company. She didn’t know it was connected directly."

Madam Ha-eun sipped her drink, exhaling. "And Joon-ho’s plan?"

"He’s using the assistant as a funnel, just like we expected. But the trap worked—Eon couldn’t resist the stolen song, and now the leak’s confirmed. She admitted under pressure she was the one who delivered it."

Madam smiled lazily. "Of course."

Her legs parted, slowly. She set the glass down.

"Come here."

Su-bin crawled forward on all fours, her face level with the open slit of Ha-eun’s nightgown. No panties. The older woman’s cunt glistened faintly in the city’s reflected glow.

Su-bin didn’t hesitate.

She buried her face between her thighs, tongue flattening against the warm lips and dragging up. Madam let out a low moan, one hand slipping into Su-bin’s hair, gripping tight.

"You’ve done well," she whispered, hips rocking forward, smearing her slick across Su-bin’s mouth. "You’ve earned a reward."

Su-bin licked harder, circling her tongue, then plunging deep. Madam’s breath hitched, fingers tightening. Her thighs clamped around Su-bin’s face, grinding with practiced ease. The scent of her arousal was thick, luxurious, almost sweet.

"Fuck, right there," she hissed. "You always know how to make me melt."

Su-bin’s tongue moved faster, her hands gripping Madam’s thighs, moaning into the wetness as if drunk on it.

Madam gasped, her hips jerking. "Keep going—don’t stop—"

When she came, it was sudden and savage. She clutched Su-bin’s hair with both hands, grinding hard against her mouth as her body trembled and her thighs clamped tight. The slick flood coated Su-bin’s lips, dripping down her chin.

Madam slumped back, breathing hard. She reached for her scotch again.

"You should make your move soon," she murmured. "The money from Hanzenith is flowing like a river—and I don’t plan to let it dry anytime soon."

Su-bin wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes still shining.

"I’m ready," she whispered.

The rooftop was silent, but the city far below never stopped moving. Neither did they.