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Park Mu-Jin from The God of Highschool 🫕

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[choujinx]

THE GOD OF HIGH SCHOOL (2011-2022) episode 543 • chapter 6. re: a battle with the gods by park yongje

[v-67]

Watched The God of High School today.

I really liked the anime, but part of me kinda felt like it was too fast paced? When I was on the 5th episode, I really felt the story was moving so fast like I was on the 10th episode.

Not really complaining, I liked it, but just at some moments i felt like huh? Mmm eh?

Other than that, the animation was realllllyyy good. Part of me was really confused in between because what are the concepts, who's who, and what's exactly happening. There's Park who's given devil-like traits but he's not the devil, and the six, and the other god who was defeated? And our very own Jin, is he a god himself, I'm guessing he is, but I need moreeeee.

And i heard S2's not here yet, so that's not good :(

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Hmm, but focusing on S1, the way the show started, with the fights and martial arts combat, i really did like it. Except in the middle of it they introduced the charoyaki thing which confused me, especially in the part where can the general public who are witnessing the God of highschool program see it? And if not, how do they make sense of what's happening in front of them? And then it went on ahead and became a little cultic, and gods and demons and so on :3 (Fr I was not expecting that, at all)

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I don't have any complaints but the only thing was that the story moved super fast, which didn't give the necessary time to feel really attached to the characters. However, the beginning and the character traits of jin really did make me laugh, and him with Mira and Daewe, the first scene where they meet, and before that when they were catching the robber. Those scenes were hella funny.

Also, any time I see a 9 tailed fox god reference, my mind immediately goes to Naruto and Kurama. And Ilpyo's eyes did look like Naruto's in sage mode.

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Other than that, if I ever make a wrong decision in my life under weird pressure of sorts, I want my bestfriends to make such an entry. Because man, this was one of the coolest, hottest entries. It made me happy.

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Overall, nice anime, kept me engaged because well i did binge it today. But I have questions. The animation is so SO good.

[insidekatmind]

Trap~Choi Mujin

Wearning: +18,smut, age-gap

Request: yes!

You stand in front of the imposing entrance to the building, your heart pounding in your chest. It’s not the first time you’ve found yourself in a dangerous situation, but this is different. The name of Choi Mujin, the head of the powerful mafia organization, rings in your mind as you grip the handle of the gun. The evidence you’ve gathered over the past few months is overwhelming, enough to finally put him behind bars.

The building is quiet, with dark hallways and dim lights. Every step you take seems to echo in the heavy air, and a sense of unease grows in you. Then, when you enter his office, you see him. Choi Mujin is sitting behind a massive desk, his face impassive, as if he’s been waiting for your visit forever.

“You’ve finally come, policewoman,” he says with a cold smile, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you shiver. It’s not fear, it’s something deeper, a tension you’re having trouble deciphering. Your breathing becomes more labored as you advance, holding the gun firmly in your hand.

"You know why I'm here," you reply, your voice betraying the determination, but also the fragility you're trying to hide. "The evidence is against you. There's no escape."

Mujin doesn't flinch. Instead, he looks at you as if he's studying you, his dark eyes like deep wells that seem to scrutinize every inch of you. He smiles and slowly gets up from the chair, approaching you with a measured, but relentless pace. "I've been waiting for you, we're finally alone," Choi Mujin says, touching your side.

“Were you waiting for me?” you whispered confused. “Did you know I was coming?”

Choi Mujin's smile widens as he hears your whisper, his fingers trailing along your side. "Of course I knew," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been watching you, following your every move. You're quite the persistent little detective, aren't you?"

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "I must admit, I'm impressed. Most cops would have given up by now, but not you. You're different." His hand slides up to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?" he chuckles darkly. "I could break you so easily, make you beg for mercy. But where's the fun in that?"

“All those clues were traps,” you whispered more to yourself than to him.

Choi Mujin's grip on your waist tightens as he hears your realization. "Ah, so the little detective is finally catching on," he purrs, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Those clues were indeed traps, designed to lure you in, to make you think you had me cornered."

He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "But you walked right into them, didn't you? Like a moth drawn to a flame." His other hand comes up to cup your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "And now, here you are, all alone with me, with no backup, no way out."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip, a mockery of a gentle touch. "So, what do you plan to do now, detective? Arrest me? Shoot me? Or perhaps..." he continues, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "you'll realize that you're out of your depth and beg for mercy." His hand slides from your chin to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I could make you feel things you've never felt before, detective. Pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. "But first, I think it's time we even the playing field, don't you?" In a swift motion, he disarms you, your gun clattering to the floor. "Now, we're on equal terms."

You gasped softly and for a second you looked at your gun on the ground and realized you were defeated. Choi Mujin watches with satisfaction as the realization of defeat crosses your face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "That's right, little detective. You're all alone with me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

His hand slides from the back of your neck to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it possessively. "I've waited so long for this moment, to have you completely at my mercy." He applies a slight pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength.

"You know, I could snap your neck right now, and no one would ever find your body," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "But where's the fun in that? I want to break you, to make you beg for my mercy."

His other hand starts to roam your body, exploring your curves with a familiarity that makes your skin crawl. "I'm going to take my time with you, detective," he says, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me."

He suddenly spins you around, pressing your back against his chest as he holds you in a vicelike grip. His lips find your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin. "You're mine now," he growls. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

His hand slides down to your stomach, his fingers splaying possessively. "Maybe I'll start by marking you, so everyone knows who you belong to."

His hand slowly slides lower, his intentions clear. "I wonder how loud I can make you scream," he whispers menacingly in your ear. "Will you beg for mercy, or will you try to maintain that stubborn facade until the very end?"

He bites down hard on your neck, marking you as his. "Either way, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece." His hand reaches the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your thigh. "Let's see how long you can hold out, little detective."

Choi Mujin smirks at your gasp, his hand continuing its upward trajectory beneath your skirt. "Sensitive, aren't we?" he mocks, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh. "I wonder what other sounds I can draw out of you."

He presses his hips against your backside, letting you feel his growing arousal. "You're trembling," he observes, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. "Are you scared, detective? Or maybe... excited?"His hand reaches its destination, his fingers pressing against your most intimate area through your underwear. "Let's find out, shall we?" he says, his voice a low, menacing purr. He starts to rub you, his touch rough and demanding. "Wet already? You're even more pathetic than I thought."

You try to hold back your moans because you didn't want to give him any satisfaction.

Choi Mujin's smirk widens as he notices your struggle to remain silent. "Trying to hold back, are we?" he taunts, increasing the pressure and speed of his fingers. "It's no use, detective. Your body is betraying you."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this. Your panties are already soaked." His other hand slides up to your breast, squeezing it roughly. "You're just a weak, pathetic woman who can't resist a real man's touch."

“You're crazy,” you manage to whisper.

Choi Mujin laughs, a cold, mirthless sound. "Crazy?" he repeats, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your most sensitive areas. "Perhaps. But you're the one who walked into my trap, detective. You're the one who's about to be fucked senseless by the man you swore to bring to justice."

He bites down hard on your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, piece by piece. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for more."

His hand suddenly disappears from beneath your skirt, leaving you aching and frustrated. Before you can react, he spins you around to face him, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "On your knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

When you hesitate, he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. "I said, on your knees," he repeats, his tone dripping with menace. "You're going to suck my cock like the good little whore you are."

You hesitate for a moment, the defiance in your eyes warring with the fear and reluctant arousal coursing through your veins. But with a cruel yank of your hair, Choi Mujin reminds you of your powerless position. Slowly, reluctantly, you sink to your knees before him.

He releases your hair, his hand moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. "Open your mouth," he orders, his voice cold and commanding. "And if you even think about biting, I'll make you regret it."

As you part your lips, he pulls out his erect cock, the thick length bobbing menacingly in front of your face. "Now, suck,"

You open your mouth and kiss his length then lick it and finally take it in your mouth.

Choi Mujin groans as your warm mouth envelops his cock, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Take it all, you little slut."

He begins to thrust his hips, forcing his length deeper into your throat. Tears spring to your eyes as you struggle to accommodate his size, your gag reflex kicking in. But he shows no mercy, continuing to fuck your mouth with brutal intensity.

"That's right," he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. "Choke on my cock. This is what you deserve for crossing me."

As you suck his cock you glare at him but as his cock goes deeper you roll your eyes in pleasure. Choi Mujin notices your gaze, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Look at you, glaring at me even as you suck my dick," he taunts, his hips snapping forward sharply. "Such a fucking hypocrite. You hate it, but your body loves it."

He pulls out suddenly, his cock slick with your saliva. "Open your mouth," he commands, his hand pumping his length rapidly. "I'm going to come all over your pretty face, mark you as my whore."

With a final grunt, he reaches his climax, his hot seed spurting onto your cheeks and lips. "Fuck," he pants, his chest heaving. "You look even better covered in my cum."

Choi Mujin watches as you lick his cum from your lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You liked that, didn't you?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Dirty little slut, tasting my seed like it's the finest delicacy."

He reaches down, wiping the remaining cum from your cheek with his thumb, then forcing his finger into your mouth. "Clean it off," he orders, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Taste every last drop of what belongs to me."

As you suck his thumb clean, he pulls it out, leaving you panting and disheveled. "Now, let's see how well you take my cock in other holes," he says, his tone leaving no doubt about his intentions. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Your breathing becomes heavier at his words. Choi Mujin notices your heavy breathing, his grin widening. "Oh, so the little detective is getting excited," he mocks, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek possessively. "You're just a slut in heat, aren't you? Begging for my cock without even realizing it."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name," he whispers menacingly. "By the time I'm done with you, all you'll remember is the feeling of my cock stretching your tight little holes."

His hand slides down to your neck, squeezing lightly. "Now, be a good girl and strip for me. I want to see every inch of the body I'm about to claim."

Still with trembling breath you get up from the ground and undress.

Choi Mujin's eyes roam over your exposed body, his gaze hungry and possessive. "Fuck, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer. His other hand reaches out to touch your breast, squeezing it roughly. "Such perfect tits," he says, his thumb brushing against your nipple. "I wonder how they'll look covered in bruises."

His hand slides down your stomach, his fingers teasing your folds. "And this sweet little pussy," he continues, his voice dripping with menace.

He plunges two fingers inside you without warning, pumping them in and out roughly. "So tight," he growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "I'm going to stretch this pussy out so much, you'll be able to take my entire fist."

He curls his fingers, hitting your Gspot with expert precision. "Come for me," he commands, his thumb pressing against your clit. "Show me how much you love being used by a criminal like me."

His other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as he continues his brutal fingering. "That's it, little detective," he pants, his own arousal evident. "Come on my fingers like the whore you are."

You moaned and pushed your hips harder onto his fingers. “oh god” you whispered.

Choi Mujin's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure as he watches you moan and grind against his fingers. "That's right, beg for it," he growls, his pace becoming even more brutal. "God isn't going to save you, but maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you come."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers," he whispers menacingly. "You're so close, aren't you? So desperate for release."

His thumb presses harder against your clit, his fingers curling deeper inside you. "Come for me, you pathetic slut," he commands, his grip on your throat tightening. "Show me how much you love being used by a monster like me."

Choi Mujin watches with a cruel smile as you come undone, your body convulsing with pleasure. He doesn't stop fingering you, prolonging your orgasm until you're a sobbing, trembling mess.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers finally slowing. He pulls them out, bringing them to his lips to suck off your juices. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Now, it's time for the main event," he says, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. And you're going to love every second of it."

He pushes you onto the desk, spreading your legs roughly. "Hold on tight, little detective," he warns, positioning his cock at your entrance. "This is going to be a ride you'll never forget."

You hold onto his shoulders as you moan as you feel his cock rubbing against your entrance. Choi Mujin smirks at your moan, his cock throbbing against your entrance. "You're so wet for me already," he taunts, rubbing the head of his dick against your folds. "Your pussy is practically begging for my cock."

Without warning, he slams into you, filling you completely. "Fuck," he groans, his hips immediately starting to move. "You're so tight, it's like your pussy was made for me."

He begins to fuck you ruthlessly, his hips pistoning in and out at a brutal pace. The desk shakes beneath you, papers scattering across the floor. "Take it, you little slut," he pants, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Take my fucking cock."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," he promises, his voice harsh with desire.

You groan louder. "Yes, please,keep going" you say between groan. "So good... so good."

Choi Mujin's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well, well," he says, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "The little detective is a dirty talker. I like that."

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You want me to keep going, huh?" he whispers menacingly. "You want me to fuck you until you're screaming my name?"

His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly. "Beg for it," he commands, his hips never slowing. "Beg me to ruin your tight little pussy. Show me how much you love being used by a criminal."

His thumb presses harder against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Come on, detective," he taunts, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Beg like the slut you are."

"please Choi Mujin, fuck me harder" you begged touching his face and shoulders.

Choi Mujin's smirk widens at your desperate plea, his grip on your throat tightening. "Good girl," he purrs, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll never forget this moment."

His free hand reaches up to grab your breast, squeezing it roughly. "You're mine now," he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to break."

He leans down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, marking you as his. "Come for me," he commands, his thumb rubbing your clit furiously. "Come all over my cock like the slutty little detective you are."

You moan loudly and take his face and kiss him. Choi Mujin is taken aback by your sudden kiss, but he quickly recovers, kissing you back with brutal intensity. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating and claiming you completely.

He pulls back, panting heavily. "Fuck," he mutters, his eyes blazing with desire. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Without warning, he flips you over, bending you over the desk. "I'm going to fuck you from behind now," he growls, slamming into you without preamble. "And you're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he begins to pound into you relentlessly. The desk creaks and shakes beneath you, threatening to collapse under the force of his thrusts. "You feel so fucking good," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "I could fuck you forever."

You arched your ass to take more and whimpered. “Yes please, like this,” you murmured in pleasure.

Choi Mujin groans in pleasure as you arch your back, taking him deeper. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, his hips slamming against your ass with bruising force. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked hard and used."

He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Come on, detective," he pants, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me tight."

His other hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head back as he continues to pound into you mercilessly. "You're mine now," he repeats, his voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to use you however I want, whenever I want. You're my personal fuck toy, my little detective slut."

He bites down on your shoulder, marking you as his. "Come for me," he demands, his fingers rubbing your clit harder. "Come all over my cock like the obedient little whore you are."

His thrusts become erratic, his own orgasm approaching. "Fuck, I'm going to come," he groans, his grip on your throat tightening. "I'm going to fill you up, mark you from the inside out. You'll be dripping with my seed for days."

Choi Mujin doesn't stop fucking you even as you come undone around his cock, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. "That's it, take it all," he pants, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Take every last drop of my cum."

He continues to pound into you, his grip on your throat tightening as he chases his own release. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill you up, make you mine completely."

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he comes. "Yes, fuck," he hisses, his hot seed flooding your pussy. "You're mine now, detective. My personal cum dumpster."

He stays buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving against your back. "Such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I knew you'd be perfect for this."

You turn around and wince in pain as your legs shake. You look at him as you sigh heavily as you had to come down from your orgasm.

Choi Mujin smirks as he watches you wince in pain, your legs shaking from the intense fucking he just gave you. "What's wrong, detective?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Can't handle a little rough play?"

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek possessively. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your flushed, sweaty face. "Broken and used, just the way I like you."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip, smearing a bit of his cum that was still there. "Open your mouth," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want you to clean my thumb, show me how much you enjoyed being my little slut."

You open your mouth and suck his thumb, looking at him with your seductive eyes.

Choi Mujin's eyes darken with desire as you suck his thumb, your seductive gaze locking onto his. "Fuck," he mutters, his other hand coming up to grip your hair. "You're a natural at this, aren't you?"

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with his tongue as he kisses you deeply, possessively. "I could get used to this," he says against your lips, his voice husky. "Having you at my beck and call, ready to suck my cock or spread your legs whenever I want."

His hand slides down to your pussy, his fingers pushing inside your stillsensitive hole. "You're mine now, detective," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to break."You moaned and pulled him into another kiss as you moved your hips onto his hand and cuddled into him.

Choi Mujin kisses you back fiercely, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on your pussy. He wraps his other arm around you, pulling you flush against his body as you cuddle into him.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against your lips, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I love how you melt into me, how you can't get enough of my touch."

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck where he bites and sucks, marking you as his. "I'm going to keep you," he says possessively, his fingers curling inside you. "You'll be my personal pet, my little detective whore."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in circles as he continues to finger you. "Come for me again," he commands, his voice low and dominant.

"Choi Mujin" you groan his name and come on his fingers.

Choi Mujin groans in satisfaction as you come undone on his fingers, your pussy clamping down around them. "That's it, come for me," he murmurs, his fingers continuing their movements, drawing out your orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to suck off your juices. "You taste so fucking good," he says, his eyes locked onto yours. "I could get addicted to your flavor."

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you tremble in the aftermath of your climax. "You're mine now, detective," he says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to keep."

His hand slides up to your throat, squeezing lightly. "And I always take care of what's mine."

[oldermenenjoyer]

Monthly reminder that there are few fanfics about this man

Please someone write some 😩🙏🫦

[evilmenenjoyer]

no but the way i made this blog specifically to write fic about this guy

fellow park hee-soon stans please tell me you're out there

[seodongjae]

Did you eat? No, sir, not yet. Want to get samgyetang? Sir? We used to go there often. Simakse. Yes, sir. Right. You used to like their daughter. No, sir. So it didn't work out? It really wasn't like that.

마이 네임 / MY NAME (2021) dir. Kim Jin-min

[sscarletvenus]

who up genning their zeroes

[zeynsdiary]

ADDICTED | Bruised And Broken

pairing: choi mujin x fem!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: kidnapping, fight scene, torturing, mention of blood and wounds, burning reader’s skin (idk how to word it better), implied past intimate scene (type of), sexual tension

author’s note: sooo this is my first post after a while of not writing anything so you can think of it as a warm up and if you enjoyed this part make sure to check my masterlist. There is no other right now (lol) but I hope there will be :) And thank you for giving a chance to my fic. Love youu

Ropes tight around ankles. upside down and the whole world is spinning. In the middle of nowhere with no possible contact with the organization.

I am fucked, badly. You thought.

No ending tortures just to make you speak -even the thought was ridiculous honestly-.

Questions about Mujin, Dongcheon, the business. All the stuff they had nothing to do with.

It all started a lot prettier.

First try, sweet offers and kind talks. "Tell us this and you will never have to worry about money ever again." lame, you thought. After the very first time that they offered you money all you could think about was how much you would give away to see Mujin’s reaction. You could see his handsome face in the back of your eyes. His intimidating gaze, the between his lips as a side slightly raises up in a mocking way. Only a fool would believe that money could buy loyalty. That it would lead them to success, power. Mujin knew better.

Then they took a stupid guess. Thinking you were not accepting their offer cause you were scared. "Don’t be afraid of mujin, we'll protect you." they said. Little did they also knew they didn't stood a chance. They liked to think that they could.

Sooner or later they realized they were going nowhere with offers. Then they decided on something else. Second try, threat.

Nothing did the job.

You wondered how many days had been since the first knife blow that drew your belly red with your own blood, now the whole fucking room was covered of it, let alone your bruised body. You kept blaming yourself , how did you not realize that their loyalty no longer served for Mujin. How you fell right into their traps all alone. A part of you didn't even wanted to be saved. Even the imagination of Mujin’s disappointed eyes hurt you more than any wound on your body. You were not ready to face the real one. Your body was getting weaker every passing day with the lack of food and the countless hits you endured every few hours. You did not have much time, you could feel it.

The sudden bucket of water pouring down your body woke you from your unconscious state. The man with the ugly smile stood before you upside down. His hand grabbing a fist full of your hair to bring your face closer as he smiled. "Wakey wakey, dollface." he was unnesecarelly loud. "Do you feel like talking today?" he asked. His smile grew like he was happy by your lack of response. It used to piss him off. You frowned, your guts telling you to open your eyes to see what he was up to. So you forced them to and realized the mini red gas cylinder. "You know dollface, I've been thinking lately what should I do to you next. Then guess what, I saw this." his voice was sadistic as he pointed to the red gas cylinder. "And I had an idea. I thought I should get rid of that tatto and maybe then you would start acting less like a fucking loyal dog, huh? You'll be less of being like one of them and who knows maybe you would use that pretty little mouth of yours and give me what I want. Huh, how about that ?" he asked you as if you were talking about weather.

You sick bastard, you wanted to say only if you had the energy for it. But even though you gave him no reaction, the thought of your tatto getting ruined made your heart ache. The tatto was not just a symbol, it was a reminder. A reminder that you belonged to somewhere. That you were not alone.

He walked to the red cylinder with a thong in his hand, he was holding a round metal piece in the size of the tatto with it. He heated the metal as a manicing smile formed on his lips, he was enjoying this. When he was satisfied with its temperature, he walked back to you. "Are you ready dollface?" it wasn't really a question. Without giving you to get ready for the incoming pain he pressed the hot metal on your chest. And he finally made you scream out of pain. Only for a moment, though. You quickly studied yourself and kept all of it in. He didn't like it, he wanted to hear that scream again and again. After reheating the metal he came back. He pressed it on your chest without waiting a second. "Anything that comes to your mind that you'd like to share with me?" his sarcasm making your ears bleed. You couldn't held back your screams and you cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction.

Then something happened, you heard a door breaking. After that, the chaos followed. You would recognized the voice of blade cutting through someone's skin at anytime and now wasn't the exception.

The organization will protect you.

Now it was your time to smirk at his face. To enjoy every bit of his smirk fading and leaving its place to panic. He threw the thong away and rushed to the side to release the knot on the rope and slowly lowered you to the floor. He grabbed one of the knifes he's been using on you and released your ankles but wrists remained tied together. He was aware how little time he had and he was panicking. He dragged you to your feet and pressed your back on his front with a knife pressed to your neck. You couldn't move a muscle while they waited facing the door, waiting for the storm to come in. You didn't have the energy.

Eyelids too heavy and mind too dizzy. But every inch of your body felt his presence. No aura can compete, no traitor can no longer breathe.

You forced your eyes open, every bit of you were craving to feel his eyes. But also afraid of what you might find there.

Mujin stood still and took in what was in front of him. A table full of all type of tools, most of them tinted red, ruined clothes next to it. Your blood all over the place, all wounds and bruises on display. His eyes finally landed on yours.

There he was, looking way too perfect right in front of you. Looking as presentable as ever while you stood in your underwear's in front of all those man. Bruised and broken. You saw something in his eyes for a split second, an emotion. But what was it?

Sympathy? Disappointment? Or worse, pity? No, no. Please don't be pity.

You would be more ashamed by it more than all the gazes on your too bare skin. How ironic, isn’t it?

The man behind you tightened his grip, "Stay away. If I die, she dies." he was playing his last cards. There was no way out of this for him. He knew it too. You gulped and turn your eyes to Taeju. His eyes were burning with rage as he took in your state. You also took in his. Hair a little messy, some blood stains on his shirt. None of his own. The thought made your lips quirk a little. Of course none of it was his own. Then you saw the blade in his hand and you found your plan to get out of the mans grip. You and Taeju locked eyes, you knew he read right through your eyes but Taeju saw nothing that he liked there. You felt Mujin’s eyes too. He was well aware that you were up to something. You communicated well in silence. Both man trying to make you stop with their eyes. You kept your eyes on Taeju, cause if you saw the order in his eyes you would have no other option but obey him. You did not want that.

Taeju shook his head in a slow motion. But gulped with acceptance when he saw the determination in your eyes.

You no longer could hear any of the threats the guy swayed around. Only kept your eyes locked with your partner as you waited for the right moment to make your move.

Just when the guy pointed his knife through them instead of your neck you collected every energy remaining in your system and get back in your fighting mode. You threw your head back in full force. The guy groaned in pain with the unexpected hit and released his grip around your body. With a swift motion you kicked the wrist of the hand that he held the knife with. As the knife hit the floor you also dropped to the very same cold floor and leave the rest to your partner. Taeju threw his knife right on the guys neck without waiting a second and rushed to your side.

Mujin was faster. The moment he read the situation he step further and catch you before you hit your head.

The drug lord, on his knees, what a sight.

Mujin quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around your almost naked body. You were nearly unconscious in his arms. Couldn't keep your eyes open. Even the little bit healed wounds were open back with your kick. Your shallow breaths were signs of your hurt.

You needed a professional's help, quick.

Without leaving a time for you to protest Mujin took your whole body in his hold and carried you with an arm on your back and the other under your legs. Your head resting on his chest. Your last words were: "I'm sorry."

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Two weeks has passed while you were unconscious. Mujin brought you to the temple after your rescue. Made sure you were well taken care of and safe. He came to visit you every other day and ordered Taeju to do so at the days that he couldn't. You were his second subordinate, your health mattered. And that was the only reason of his worries and sleepless nights while you were nowhere to be found. He deceived himself into thinking that that was it.

He may or may not succeed it.

There were some things Mujin never welcomed in his organization nor his business. But the top of the list belonged to the traitors. He worked extra hard on the topic after the incident. Making sure the same thing never happens ever again. He blamed himself just like you blamed yourself.

I shouldn’t have send her there alone. I should have been more careful.

While Mujin was on his car driving, you woke up. Slowly recognizing where you were, you knew the place. Your whole body aching, you slowly got up. Trying to remember what happened, you walked to the full length mirror. Carefully holding the sweater up to check on your wounds. It was hard to tell, all of it was covered with white bandages. Eyeing around the room, everything looked like how you remembered it. The only new thing was the folded clothes and a hair tie on the wooden desk, waiting for you. An idea of fresh shower became too hard to resist and you took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.

Warm water running through your body was relaxing with a little bit of pain. You took the wet bandages off to replace them after shower with fresh ones. You checked your wounds, they looked better than you last remembered but they still needed time to fully recover. You took your time in the shower and after shower. Re-bandaged yourself with the kit in the bathroom, brushed your hair with your fingers as best as you could. Then you decided to braid your hair like you do it all the time while you work. A part of your unique uniform, giving that you are the only female in the Dongcheon. While the men wears black suits with white shirt, your uniform was looking presentable. By all means. Mostly wearing black or white, hair usually braided and that was it.

You opened the door to get back in the room without knowing you had a visitor. Boss. Mujin.

He was dressed in all black with a long coat. His cigarette between his lips, a hand in the pocket. watching outside from the open doors. He turned his face to acknowledge you. You quickly bowed after you two made an eye contactact.

You were tense and he was aware.

"Did I kept you waiting for too long?" You asked after a while to fill the silence.

He took a long drag of his cigarette before he answered, "Hmm."

"I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything back. Kept smoking his cigarette in silence. After standing next to door for a whole minute watching him awkwardly you decided to do your own business. You grabbed the hair tie on the desk and went back to the mirror. Your back turned to Mujin so that you could act like he wasn't there and unnerve your tensed muscles. Right when you saw your reflection in the mirror you realized that you did not wear the sweater on after bandaging yourself.

Nothing he hadn't seen multiple times before anyway but...

Another realization midway, you were right in front of him with only a bra on your upper body and he didn't even glance.

You gulped, how should I feel about that?

You could have linger on that thought for way longer if you didn't get distracted by something else. Your tattoo. No, your ruined tatto. You held out your arms to braid your hair with your eyes focused on your chest. Something was hurting, either the cuts on your arms or your heart, you didn't know. Like how you didn't know there was another pair of eyes on your body. Watching you secretly.

When you turned your back to him, Mujin started watching you more freely. He saw the look on your face and didn't like what it made him feel. He took long steps and stopped right behind you. He held your hands in your hair and whispered, "Let me,". He slowly pulled the hair tie from your wrist, taking his time while doing so, enjoying the little contact you were sharing.

You took a deep breath and obeyed. Letting your hands drop to your sides.

Mujin caught the rhythm change on your breathing and your muscles tensing. Your figure standing straighter, he was well aware of your body reacting to him. He braided your wet hair, his fingers touching your skin then and there. He caught on the shivers too.

You watched him through the mirror. Carefully working on your hair, gentle as ever. His scent mixed with cigarette filling your insides. You didn't realize how much you missed it until he was this close.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a low tone.

You decided to be honest, "Hurts but nothing unbearable."

Silence, again. It was your turn to fill it.

"I’m sorry." You apologized again. You both knew what it was for.

He remained silent, finishing the braid. Your head dropped down. You needed him to say something, anything. Every passing second tightened in your chest. Desperate for his reaction, to know what he was thinking of the situation, of you.

Mujin tied your hair and gently held your arms at both sides. He silently smelled your hair. Loud enough to make you suspicious of it, not enough to be sure whether he did it or not.

You turned around, thinking about apologizing again. You were not ready to look in his eyes just yet but when he held your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You knew it was a silent command.

Look at me.

You obeyed, like always.

"It wasn’t your fault."

Right when you opened your mouth to say otherwise he closed it for you. "It wasn’t."

You looked in his dark eyes, you felt relieved. He didn't look disappointed in you, you could finally let out the breath she was holding in now.

Faces too close, lips inches apart. You wondered who you were right now.

Boss and his subordinate? CEO and his servant? Muse and his admirer? Or just Mujin and Aera?

While you were deep in thoughts Mujin’s hand snaked to the back of your neck from your chin. Holding you form as he pressed his lips to your temple. Too light to consider as a kiss but still there.

You held yourself back from clinging to his collar and beg for more. Afraid of losing the little contact you were having so you stood still.

"I'm glad you are okay."

His voice too low you thought you imagined it, almost. Without giving you time to process any part of this interaction, he stepped back. Putting distance between your bodies before it gets risky. You were too stunned to speak, to move.

"You need to rest." he was leaving.

He took off a phone from his pocket and handed to you. "Contact us if you need anything."

In another word: you are staying here.

You simply nodded, there was no use of denying him.

You watched him leave through the door without another glance.

Boss and his subordinate. You decided on. But at least his.

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THE GOD OF HIGH SCHOOL (2011-2022) by park yongje

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The Incident

The Woman that made Mujin love until the incident….

Pairing – Choi Mujin x Reader

Summary - Before Ji-woo there was y/n. She was a woman with ambition and a spy who was sent to infiltrate Mujin’s organization. She was a spy that gained Mujin’s trust through years of working by his side. Eventually she gained feelings for him.

Content Warning – 18+, sex, knifeplay, Angst, death, blood, alcohol, Rough, Breeding, fingering, Age Gap

Author’s Note – first time writing not proofread

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Y/n woke up and she had bandages around her waist and leg. Y/n looked at her surroundings and didn’t recognize the room she was in. She tried to get out of bed, but her wound hurt a lot more than she thought. Y/n had never been injured so severely but she had been reckless last night as she hoped to die before having the conversation with Mujin. Instead, she ended up passing out in front of him. The door to the room opened and Y/n became alert wondering who it could be. It was Mujin bringing her stew. “Awake I see,” Mujin said as he set the plate down on the nightstand. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything but nod. “ We didn’t finish late night’s conversation Y/n,” Mujin said in a somewhat teasing manner and Y/n looked up at him and finally spoke. “Is this your place? Why am I here and not dead?” She asked, confused. “Do you not remember what I do to traitors y/n?” Mujin questioned with a devilish smirk forming on his face. Y/n knew that this would probably be the consequence of telling him the truth, but she was prepared to die as she saw Mujin pull out a dagger from his pocket.

She lay there waiting to die as Mujin dragged the dagger across her jawline. She felt him slowly applying more pressure on the dagger and blood trickled down her throat. The dagger made its way to her throat and Y/n closed her eyes. She waited for the moment that blood started oozing from her throat until she felt her last breath, but the moment never came. Instead, Mujin started to use the dagger to cut her shirt open. Her chest was bare. Y/n felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She had never fallen for someone and now the man she had feelings for her was undressing her. Mujin slides the dagger in circles around Y/n’s chest. “Do you think that I’m stupid Y/n?” Mujin questioned in an angry tone. “No sir, you are anything far from stupid” Y/n quickly replied. Mujin circled Y/n’s nipples with the dagger and said, “Then why did you let yourself get hurt? I’ve sent you to do worse tasks and you come out unscathed why is it that today when you told me a secret of yours you came bleeding out that you fainted?!” Mujin said as he tried to contain his anger. Y/n turned her head away and said, “I didn’t want to face you I had hoped that my wounds would kill me before I got to speak to you, I didn’t want to face the man I loved and tell him the truth of why I joined the organization.” Y/n waited for Mujin’s response but what felt like minutes passed second then she felt something warm and wet circling her nipples. She opened her eyes, and Mujin was licking her chest. He stopped for a moment and Y/n took the opportunity to take Mujin’s dagger out of his hands to throw it on the floor. She then pulled Mujin into a kiss. It was filled with anger and passion.

Y/n wrapped her hands around Mujin the kiss deepening, Mujin’s hand slowly made its way to Y/n crotch. She was wearing a pair of Mujin’s shorts due to her clothes being bloody. Mujin couldn’t be helped to be turned on by the fact that Y/n was wearing his clothes. Mujin could feel how wet Y/n was through the shorts. He rubbed Y/n through the shorts and Y/n started grinding against his hand. Then suddenly Mujin pushed Y/n back down on the bed and started kissing her boobs while his hand made its way inside her panties. He teased her folds as well as bit her nipple. Y/n let out a moan so erotic that it filled the room. He slid a finger inside making her let out an array of moans. Y/n was filled with such lust that the pain from her wounds was gone. Soon he fit three fingers inside her and Mujin finally spoke. “Tell me Y/n how good my fingers feel.” Mujin said exasperated and frustrated. “Fuck yes, Sir it feels good.” Y/n said as her back arched and eyes rolled back, as she reached climax. Y/n released all over Mujin’s Fingers, then removed his fingers covered in her juices which he licked clean. “You taste heavenly,” Mujin said, exasperatedly. Mujin kissed Y/n letting her taste herself on his lips. While they kissed mujin unbuckled his belt and his pants followed. He released Y/n from the kiss and led her hand up from his chest to down on his cock. Y/n felt how hard his cock was feeling it twitch at her touch. “I Need you,” Y/n said as she shivered from looking at his sheer size. Mujin didn’t waste a second and slid his cock inside her. “Fuck you’re so tight’ Mujin said. Y/n’s breath hitched from how big he was. After a minute or so of Mujin letting her adjust to his size he started thrusting in and out. The sounds of her moans and slapping filled the room. “mujin” y/n moaned making him thrust harder. You felt yourself tightening around him feeling yourself almost reaching climax. “MUJIN” You yelled as you finally reached climax and he soon after gave a few more thrusts as he came inside you.

It felt blissful until a sharp pain hit you. Y/n touched the bandage on her waist and her wound had opened blood oozing from the bandage. “Mujin,” she said softly. Horror filled his eyes as he saw your bloody bandages. Your vision got blurry until everything turned black.

Author's Note - Next chapter soon.

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In trap~ Choi mujin x reader x Jeon Pil-do

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The darkness of the room envelops you like a suffocating shroud. The air is thick with dust and rusty metal, the acrid smell burning your nostrils. Your hands are tied behind your back with ropes so tight that your skin feels scratched and sore. You sit on a cold chair, your wrists numb and your shoulders throbbing from the forced position.

In front of you, the only source of light is a dim light bulb that swings slowly, casting disturbing shadows on the peeling walls. You feel your heart beating furiously in your chest, but you try to remain calm. You were trained for this, even if you never thought you’d find yourself in a situation like this.

To your right, there’s Pil-do. His hair is disheveled, his face marked by a fresh cut above his left eyebrow. He’s also tied to the chair, his gaze fixed on you with a fierce determination, but also with a shadow of fear that he tries to hide.

“Hey...” he murmurs in a hoarse voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yes...” you reply, though your throat is dry and the words come out in a broken whisper. “And you?”

“I’ve been through worse,” he tries to joke, but the smile that escapes him is more of a reflex than a genuine expression.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaches. You both tense, eyes meeting, knowing who’s about to enter. The metal door creaks open and Choi Mujin appears in the doorway, his face carved in absolute coldness. He’s dressed in his usual elegant suit, his dark eyes shining with a sharp, cruel intelligence.

“So, finally awake.” His voice is soft, a whisper as sharp as a blade. He enters the room, followed by two of his men who stand on either side of the door, arms crossed and gazes impassive.

“What the hell do you want from us?” Pil-do spits, his gaze fixed on Mujin with palpable hatred.

“From you? Nothing.” Mujin slowly approaches you, his eyes scanning you as if you were a puzzle to be deciphered. “But she… she’s special. And therefore, you’re a problem too.”

You don’t understand what he means. Your mind races, trying to put the pieces together. This was a targeted attack. He knew exactly where to find you.

“If you want me, let go of him. He’s not part of this.” Your voice is louder than you expected, even as your body trembles under Mujin’s icy gaze.

“Ah, love…” he comments sarcastically. “Isn’t it always fun to see how far people are willing to go for someone else?”

Mujin unties only you while pointing a gun at Pildo. "You better do everything I tell you, my dear," he whispers threateningly.

Your hands are freed from the ropes, the sudden relief in your wrists quickly replaced by the weight of Mujin's threat. You stand up slowly, massaging your sore arms as you turn to face Pildo. His eyes are wide with fear and desperation, his body straining against the ropes that bind him.

"Don't listen to him," Pildo hisses, his voice low and urgent. "Whatever he wants, don't give it to him."

Mujin chuckles, the sound cold and mirthless. "Such loyalty," he murmurs, his gun never wavering from its position pointed at Pildo's head. "It's almost... touching."

Mujin also unties Pildo while pointing the gun at him, he sits on the chair and motions for you to sit on his lap. "You better do what I say, or he'll kill your boyfriend with one shot" Mujin threatened. You hesitate, your heart pounding in your chest as you glance between Pildo and Mujin. The cold barrel of the gun pressed against Pildo's temple sends a shiver down your spine. You know Mujin is capable of pulling the trigger without a second thought.

Slowly, you walk over to Mujin, each step feeling like a betrayal. You sit on his lap, the fabric of his suit cool against your skin. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Good girl," Mujin whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Now, let's have fun, shall we?"

You looked at Pildo to say don't talk because you knew Mujin would pull the trigger. Mujin touches your thigh. "Strip" he orders.

You shoot Pildo a desperate look, silently pleading for him to stay quiet. The fear in his eyes mirrors your own, but he nods slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Mujin's hand on your thigh sends a wave of revulsion through you, but you know you have no choice. Slowly, your fingers trembling, you begin to unbutton your shirt. The fabric slides off your shoulders, revealing your bare skin underneath.

"Keep going," Mujin urges, his voice low and commanding. His grip on your waist tightens, reminding you of the power he holds over you and Pildo.

You reach for the zipper of your pants, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The humiliation burns, but the fear of what Mujin might do to Pildo if you refuse keeps you moving. As you strip, you feel Mujin's eyes raking over your body, possessive and cruel.

“Now undress me,” he orders you. With shaking hands, you turn your attention to Mujin. You begin to unbutton his shirt, your fingers brushing against his chest. His skin is warm beneath the fabric, and you fight the urge to recoil. Slowly, you slide the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his muscular torso.

"Carefully," he warns, his eyes never leaving yours. "I wouldn't want you to accidentally hurt me."

You nod, your throat tight with fear and disgust. As you reach for his belt, you glance at Pildo. His face is contorted with anger and helplessness, his fists clenched at his sides. You wish you could comfort him, but all you can do is silently beg for his forgiveness.

With trembling fingers, you undo Mujin's belt and pants, pushing them down his legs. He lifts his hips to help you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. You can feel his eyes boring into you, watching your every move with sadistic pleasure.

As you finish undressing Mujin, he stands up, pulling you with him. His naked body presses against yours, and you feel sick at the contact. He turns you around, pushing you down onto the chair he was sitting on moments ago.

"Now, let's see how well you can entertain me," he says, his voice dripping with menace. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Remember, one wrong move and your boyfriend dies."

You nod, tears streaming down your face. You've never felt so helpless, so violated. But you know you have to do whatever Mujin says to keep Pildo safe.

Mujin smirks, his eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let the games begin,"You feel Mujin's hands roaming over your body, his touch possessive and degrading. You try to shut down, to detach yourself from the situation, but his words and actions keep pulling you back.

"Look at me," he demands, his grip on your chin tightening. "I want to see the fear in your eyes."

You force yourself to meet his gaze, your vision blurred by tears. His eyes are cold, devoid of empathy or humanity. He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours.

"You're mine now," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "And I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

His words send a chill down your spine. You know he means every threat, every cruel promise. But you also know that you have to endure this, no matter what. For Pildo. For yourself.

As Mujin's hands continue their exploration, you try to focus on anything else.

Mujin straddles you and lines up his cock at your entrance. "Now I understand why your boyfriend is so in love with you," he grunts.

You feel the head of Mujin's cock pressing against your entrance, and you tense, a wave of panic washing over you. You try to squeeze your legs together, to resist, but his weight keeps you pinned down.

"Please," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Don't do this."

Mujin ignores your plea, his grip on your hips tightening. "Shut up," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to take it like a good girl, or I'll make sure your boyfriend suffers."

You glance at Pildo, your heart breaking at the anguish on his face. You know Mujin will carry out his threat without hesitation. With a shuddering breath, you force your body to relax, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

Mujin pushes forward, entering you with a harsh thrust. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your nails digging into the arms of the chair. He starts to move, his rhythm brutal and unforgiving.

"Fuck," he grunts, his eyes locked on yours.

Mujin slaps your ass. "Ride me or your boyfriend dies" he threatens.

The slap stings, but it's nothing compared to the fear that grips your heart at Mujin's threat. You know he's capable of anything, and the thought of Pildo being hurt because of you is unbearable.

With trembling legs, you push yourself up, your hands gripping Mujin's shoulders for support. Slowly, you start to move, lifting yourself up and down his length. Tears stream down your face as you force your body to comply with his demands.

"That's it," Mujin praises, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Ride me like the whore you are."

You bite your lip to stifle a sob, your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you. You can't look at Pildo, can't bear to see the pain and helplessness in his gaze. Instead, you focus on the rhythm, on the sensation of Mujin's cock sliding in and out of you.

The moan escapes your lips before you can stop it, a sound of humiliation and despair. Mujin's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin.

"That's right," he growls, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. "Let me hear how much you're enjoying this."

You shake your head, trying to deny the physical response your body is having. But the more you move, the more your body betrays you. Your nipples harden, your skin flushes with heat.

"No," you whisper, tears streaming down your face. "I'm not..."

Mujin silences you with a kiss, his lips brutal and demanding. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you completely. You gag, but he doesn't stop, his hand coming up to grip your throat.

You struggle against Mujin's grip, but he's too strong. His hand squeezes your throat, cutting off your air supply. Black spots dance in your vision as you gasp for breath.

Suddenly, he releases you, and you collapse against his chest, coughing and sputtering. He laughs, the sound cruel and mocking.

"Look at you," he sneers. "So responsive. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun breaking you."

He grabs your hair, yanking your head back. "Now, be a good girl and come for me. Show me how much you love this."

His other hand reaches between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs it roughly, his touch sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through your body.

"No," you whimper, but your body betrays you.

Mujin slaps your face making you moan. "If you come on my cock like the good girl you are, I'll make your boyfriend fuck your ass while I ruin your pussy" he says putting two fingers in your mouth. The slap stings, but it's the cruel words that truly hurt. You gag on Mujin's fingers as he forces them into your mouth, your eyes wide with shock and horror at his suggestion.

"No," you try to say around his digits, but it comes out as a muffled protest. Tears stream down your cheeks, your body shaking with revulsion and fear.

Mujin pulls his fingers out of your mouth, using them to grip your chin instead. He forces you to look at him, his eyes cold and merciless.

"Yes," he insists, his voice low and threatening. "You're going to come on my cock, and then your boyfriend is going to fuck your ass while I ruin your pussy. That's the deal."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Or I could just kill him now and take you both anyway. Your choice."

You glance at Pildo, your heart breaking at the despair in his eyes.

You know you have no choice. With a sob, you start moving again, riding Mujin's cock with renewed vigor. You try to block out the humiliation, the revulsion, focusing only on the physical sensations.

Mujin groans, his grip on your hips tightening. "That's it," he pants. "Come for me, you little slut."

His words, combined with the friction of his cock and the threat of what's to come, push you over the edge. You come with a scream, your body convulsing around him.

Mujin follows shortly after, his hips jerking as he spills inside you. He pulls out, his semen dripping down your thighs.

"Good girl," he says, patting your cheek condescendingly. "Now, let's get your boyfriend ready for his turn."

He stands up, grabbing Pildo by the hair and dragging him over. Pildo struggles, but Mujin's men quickly overpower him, forcing him to his knees in front of you.

"Fuck her ass," Mujin orders, his voice cold and commanding.

Mujin grabs Pildo's hair, forcing him to look at you. "You heard me," he snarls. "Fuck her ass. Now."

Pildo's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of anger, helplessness, and apology. He knows he has no choice, just like you didn't. Slowly, reluctantly, he positions himself behind you.

His hands tremble as he spreads your cheeks, his breath hot against your skin. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your tight hole, and you tense instinctively.

"Relax," Mujin warns, his voice cold and threatening. "Or I'll make sure he regrets it."

You take a deep breath, trying to force your body to comply. Pildo pushes forward, entering you slowly, carefully. You gasp at the intrusion, your fingers digging into the chair.

"That's it," Mujin encourages, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Fuck her good. Show me how much you love her."

Pildo starts to move, his thrusts hesitant at first, then gaining momentum. You can feel every inch of him, the sensation foreign and overwhelming.

You moaned and leaned into Pildo as you kissed his jaw. Mujin watches with a cruel smile as Pildo's thrusts become more urgent. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Look at you two," he murmurs. "So in love. It's almost... touching."

His hand comes up to grip your throat, squeezing lightly. "Keep going," he orders Pildo. "Fuck her harder. Show me how much you care."

Pildo's hips snap forward, his movements becoming more aggressive. You moan, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming. Tears stream down your face as you kiss Pildo's jaw, trying to offer him some comfort in this nightmare.

"That's it," Mujin praises, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "You're doing so well. Both of you."

His other hand reaches between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs it roughly, his touch sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through your body.

You feel Mujin's cock pressing against your already stretched pussy, and you tense, a wave of panic washing over you. But he's already pushing in, filling you completely. The sensation of being stretched in both holes is overwhelming, the line between pleasure and pain blurring.

"Fuck," Mujin grunts, his hips thrusting in rhythm with Pildo's. "She's so tight. You're lucky, boy. I'm giving you a taste of paradise."

You moan, the sound muffled against Pildo's jaw. Your body is on fire, sensations bombarding you from all sides. Despite the horror of the situation, you can feel the heat building in your core. Your nipples harden, your skin flushes with heat.

"No," you whimper, ashamed of your body's reaction. "I don't... I don't want this."But your words are a lie.

Pildo moans and tightens your titts as he fucks you harder. "Come on baby, I know you like it" Pildo whispers as he fucks your ass harder, looking complicitly at Choi Mujin.

You gasp as Pildo's fingers dig into your breasts, his touch sending electric shocks through your body. His words, whispered in your ear, fill you with a mix of shame and arousal.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Mujin's voice is a low, dangerous purr. "Look at you, sandwiched between us, loving every minute of it."

He leans in, his teeth grazing your neck. "You're a dirty little slut, and we're going to use you until you can't walk."

Pildo's thrusts become more frenzied, his hips slamming against your ass. "Come on, baby," he pants, his voice strained. "Come for us. Show us how much you love it."

Your body responds to their words, their touches, their movements. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in your core. You try to resist, but it's a losing battle. With a scream, you come, your body convulsing between them.

"Yes," Mujin hisses, his grip on your hips tightening.

You moan loudly, the sensation of their large cocks filling you completely overwhelming your senses. In a moment of weakness, you grab Mujin's face and pull him into a desperate, passionate kiss. His lips are cold and unyielding at first, but then he responds, his tongue invading your mouth with a fierce hunger.

Pildo groans, his hips stuttering as he feels you squeeze around him. "Fuck, baby," he pants, his fingers digging into your breasts. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel every inch of Mujin's cock through your walls."

Mujin breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with lust and cruelty. "That's it," he growls. "Kiss me like you mean it. Show me how much you love being used by us."

He starts to move again, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving. Pildo matches his rhythm, the two men fucking you in perfect synchronization.

You moan loudly, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as their thick cocks fill you completely. In a moment of desperation, you turn your head and capture Pildo's lips in a passionate kiss. He responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with yours as he continues to thrust into your ass.

Mujin groans, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck, yes," he growls. "Kiss him like you mean it. Show us how much you love being filled by both of us."

You deepen the kiss with Pildo, pouring all your fear, humiliation, and unwanted arousal into it. Your body rocks between them, taking their cocks deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"That's it," Mujin praises, his voice strained. "You're ours now. Our little slut to use however we want."

The degrading words send a shiver down your spine, but your body responds eagerly. You can feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your core.

"So good," you groan, your voice thick with pleasure and desperation. "Keep going. Don't stop."

Mujin smirks, his eyes glinting with sadistic satisfaction. "Look at you, begging for more. You're loving every minute of this, aren't you?"

He increases his pace, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. Pildo follows suit, his hips slapping against your ass in a relentless rhythm.

"Yes," you cry out, your body shaking with each impact. "Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours."

The words spill out before you can stop them, a desperate plea for release. You're no longer in control, your body acting on its own accord. All you can do is surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

"That's right," Mujin pants, his grip on your hips bruising. "You're ours. Our little fuck toy to do with as we please."

He leans in, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. The sharp pain mixes with the pleasure, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for us," Mujin demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Show us how much you love being used by both of us at the same time."

His words, combined with the relentless thrusting of their cocks, send you over the edge. You scream as your orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing uncontrollably between them.

"That's it," Pildo groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill your ass."

"Me too," Mujin hisses, his hips jerking as he reaches his peak. "Come with us, slut. Milk our cocks with your tight holes."

You're overwhelmed by sensation, your body shaking and shuddering as you're filled with their hot seed. They continue to thrust, drawing out your orgasm until you're a boneless, trembling mess between them.

You cuddle into Pildo's chest finding comfort and Mujin smiles. "You can go, boy you're lucky your girlfriend is hot otherwise you'd be dead by now."

You collapse against Pildo's chest, exhausted and emotionally drained. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you bury your face in his neck. His familiar scent offers a small measure of comfort in the aftermath of the horrifying ordeal.

Mujin's cruel words hang in the air, a reminder of the precariousness of your situation. You feel Pildo tense beneath you, his hands tightening into fists at his sides.

"You're a fucking monster," Pildo spits, his voice shaking with rage and fear. "She's not some object for you to use and discard. She's a person, with feelings and dignity."

Mujin laughs, the sound cold and mirthless. "Go away with her before I kill you."