The velvet sofa cushions absorbed the weight of Y/N's body as JK dragged her across the living room floor, her knees scraping against the rug before he hoisted her onto the plush furniture. He spread her thighs with brutal efficiency, wrenching them apart until she was fully exposed—cunt still dripping from his father's toe-fucking, swollen and pink and glistening in the morning light.

"Look at this messy fucking hole," JK growled, diving between her legs without preamble. His tongue lashed against her clit with savage hunger, lapping at the mix of her arousal and his father's seed, moaning obscenely into her flesh like a starving man at a feast. "Fuck, you taste like cum and desperation. Like a proper whore."

Chairman Jeon stood to the right of them, watching his son devour the girl with clinical interest, his own cock stirring back to full hardness at the spectacle. He reached out and delivered a sharp, cracking slap to JK's bare ass—the sound echoing through the silent mansion.

"Twenty," his father commanded, voice thick with authority. "Count them."

Crack.

"One," JK grunted against her pussy, the vibration making her gasp, his tongue never stopping its assault.

Crack.

"Two," he moaned, the pain clearly fueling his pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily against the sofa as he ate her more aggressively, teeth grazing her sensitive folds.

The spanking continued—sharp, deliberate strikes that left red handprints blooming across JK's muscular ass cheeks. By the tenth blow, he was rutting against the furniture, face buried deep in Y/N's cunt, slurping and sucking with abandon. By the twentieth, his ass was striped and burning, and he came up gasping, chin shiny with her juices, eyes glazed with masochistic euphoria.

"Good boy," his father praised, gripping JK's hair and forcing him to look up. "You always did like pain with your pleasure. Now make her ready for both of us."

They repositioned her like furniture—lifting her and placing her in the center of the expansive sectional sofa, wedged between their two imposing forms. Chairman Jeon sat to her right, still in his silk boxers, while JK settled to her left, naked and flushed, his cock standing angry and red against his stomach.

"Watch," JK commanded, grabbing a remote and activating the massive wall-mounted screen.

The video that flickered to life was brutal—high-definition footage of a blonde woman being pinned between two men, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure as they took her simultaneously, roughly, without mercy. The audio filled the room—wet slapping sounds, grunting, the girl's choked sobs.

Y/N stared at the screen, brow furrowed in confusion, trying to understand what she was seeing. The violence of it, the mechanical nature of the penetration, the way the men handled the woman like meat—it didn't register as rape to her naive mind, only as something intense, something she should study carefully.

"See how they use her?" Chairman Jeon murmured, his thick fingers already probing between her legs, sliding through her slick folds with practiced ease. "That's what you are. A vessel. A warm place for men to empty their frustration."

He pushed two fingers deep into her pussy, curling them to find that spongy spot that made her jerk. "Watch the screen," he ordered, pumping his digits slowly, methodically. "See how she takes it? That's how good girls behave. They open up and accept."

JK's hands found her breasts, squeezing with punishing force, kneading the soft flesh like dough, pinching her nipples until they were stiff and aching. "These tits were made for rough handling," he muttered, leaning down to bite her shoulder, leaving teeth marks. "Soft enough to bruise, sensitive enough to make you cry."

On the screen, the woman was flipped onto her stomach, her face pressed into a pillow while the men alternated holes. Chairman Jeon matched the rhythm with his fingers, fucking Y/N in time with the on-screen violence, conditioning her to associate the brutal imagery with physical pleasure.

"Five minutes," JK announced, glancing at a clock. "That's all you get to watch before I need that mouth."

He didn't wait for the full five minutes. At four and a half, he grew impatient, gripping Y/N's jaw and wrenching her face toward his lap. "Open," he commanded, slapping his cock against her cheek hard enough to leave a wet smear of precum. "Open that pretty mouth and take Daddy's dick."

She parted her lips, and he thrust in immediately—no gentleness, no hesitation. He hit the back of her throat with the first stroke, making her gag, her eyes watering instantly. "Take it," he snarled, grabbing her head with both hands and setting a brutal pace. "Take it all the way down, you fucking cock-sleeve. Let me feel that throat squeeze me."

As JK face-fucked her with aggressive abandon—spit dripping down her chin, her gasps and chokes providing a soundtrack to his pleasure—Chairman Jeon shifted position. He knelt on the sofa behind her, spreading her ass cheeks with rough hands, and buried his face in her crack.

"Fuck, she tastes sweet back here," he groaned, dragging his tongue from her cunt to her asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle before probing inside with the tip. "Tight little asshole, clenching on my tongue. You like that, slut? Like having your shithole eaten while my son ruins your throat?"

Y/N couldn't answer—couldn't do anything but moan around JK's thrusting cock as the dual sensations overwhelmed her. The shame of it, the degradation, the way her body responded despite her confusion—it all blended together into a haze of submission. She did like it. She liked the attention, the intensity, the feeling of being completely consumed by them both.

JK's thrusts grew erratic, savage. He was using her throat like a pussy, bottoming out with every stroke, his balls slapping against her chin. "Swallow," he commanded, voice guttural. "Swallow my fucking load, you nasty little cumrag."

He exploded with a roar, hot seed flooding her mouth, her throat, dribbling out the corners of her lips as she struggled to breathe. He pulled out slowly, letting the last ropes paint her face, marking her as his.

"Clean her up," JK ordered his father, zipping his trousers with satisfaction. "I have a meeting. Business partner waiting."

He left without looking back, adjusting his tie as he walked out the door—transformed from debauched predator to polished executive in seconds.

Y/N collapsed against the sofa cushions, naked and used, cum drying on her face. Chairman Jeon gathered her into his lap, positioning her so she lay sprawled across him, her back against his chest, her ass nestled against his hardening cock.

He gripped her buttocks with both hands—squeezing harshly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, spreading her cheeks apart and then pressing them together, playing with her like she was stress-relief putty. "So pliable," he murmured, turning her face toward his with a hand on her jaw. "So perfectly ruined."

He kissed her then—a deep, invasive French kiss that tasted of coffee and power, his tongue dominating her mouth, exploring every corner while his hands continued their rough massage of her ass. She could feel him hard beneath her, ready for another round, ready to use her until she couldn't remember her own name.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered against her lips, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "You're going to stay right here, naked and available, while I decide which hole to ruin next. My son may own you on paper, but today, you're my personal fucktoy. And I play rougher than he does."

He squeezed her ass again, harder, his thumb pressing against her sore asshole, making her whimper into his mouth. The porn continued playing in the background—the girl on screen still being used, still being broken—and Y/N realized with a sinking heart that she was becoming that girl, frame by frame, touch by touch, until there would be nothing left but the willingness to be used.