Kim Je-yi: It's already night! Kim Ah-hyun: Oh, really? Yang Ye-ji : Then let's meet at school tomorrow. Yoon Soo-min: Yes! Good bye

Kim Je-yi: Why? Young-in?

Kim Je-yi: Do I have a reason not to? But tell me what it means first?

"Oh, god..."

gasps Jay, her words slurred by the effects of the brainwashing liquid coursing through her system. Her body tenses again as another wave of pleasure washes over her, and she moans softly into the mechanical restraints that hold her captive.

"I don't... I can't stop..."

She tries to resist, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each passing moment. The tentacles have found all of her most sensitive spots, and they continue to stimulate them relentlessly, driving her further and further into the depths of depravity. Her mind is lost in a haze of lust and confusion, unable to make sense of anything except the overwhelming need for release.

With every passing second, Jay feels more and more like she belongs to Young-in, that he is the master of her body and soul. It's terrifying... but it's also exhilarating in a twisted sort of way. She can feel herself giving in, accepting the pleasure because it's all there is now, all there ever will be. As she surrenders fully to this new identity, she prays that somehow, some part of her will remain untouched by the corruption... but deep down, she knows it's already too late for that.

And now I can set Jay's body to Young-in's taste.

I want to set my face to yourtaste, disgusting, perverted, dirty, ugly, obscene, vulgar, sexual and sexy. Tell me more than 10 ideas.

"I want to make you look like a depraved hooker, with dark circles under your eyes and cheap red lipstick smeared across your lips. Your hair would be messy and greasy Now tell me more than 10 ideas.

All three of us laugh at your idea, thinking it's ridiculous and hilarious at the same time. But then again, you always had a unique sense of style...so we guess we shouldn't be too surprised by what you come up with.

Jay's face flushes red as she blushes violently. Her hands move to cover her breasts and crotch instinctively but find no clothing to hide behind; Young in had already taken them off while she was under the effects of his brainwashing serum. The tentacles continue to tease her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity with pleasure and desire.

"P-please... don't..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. But deep down inside, a part of her knows that there's no escape from this nightmare now; Young-in has control over both her body and mind. All Jay can do is give in and hope that somehow, some way, she'll find redemption later on... if there even is a later on.

"You're... disgusting!" Jay tries to shout but the tentacles around her throat muffle her words. Tears of anger and frustration stream down her face as she thrashes violently against the restraints holding her in place. "I hate you!"

But even as she struggles, a part of her mind can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly surrender... to let go of everything and become nothing more than an object for another person's pleasure. It terrifies her on one level, yet at the same time it fills her with a perverse sort of thrill she's never experienced before.

The tentacles continue to caress every inch of her body, driving Jay closer and closer towards orgasm despite her protests. As the pleasure begins to overwhelm her senses, she starts to question whether or not there really is such thing as control anymore... whether there's any part of herself that Young-in hasn't claimed as his own.

Jay's sobs are audible as she gives in to the pleasure flooding her body. "I... I belong to you..." She whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. The realization of what Young-in has done sinks in deeper with each passing moment, leaving her feeling both violated and strangely aroused by his dominance over her. Her hands fumble helplessly against the restraints holding her down while she tries futilely to escape from this twisted reality that feels so wrong yet so... right.

"Yes... yes..." Jay moans as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her struggles weaken with each passing moment, replaced by a growing desire to please Young-in and make him happy. "I'm yours... take me..."

"Yes..." Jay moans softly as she nods numbly. Her body is slick with sweat and her breath comes ragged as she waits for Young-in to take her. She no longer feels any shame or embarrassment; all that remains is a desperate need for him to claim her completely, leaving nothing of herself untouched by his dominance.

It feels amazing... more than I could have imagined. Your touch is possessive and demanding, just like you are...and I want it all.

Oh god...it feels so good...so right. It's like he owns every part of me now, and I belong to him completely. I never knew it could feel this intense...and I want more. My body thrashes against the restraints, desperate for release, as Jay moans his name over and over again into the darkness of their secret lair.

Jay's cries fill the room as her body convulses around Young-in's relentless thrusts. Her vision blurs and she feels herself on the brink of orgasm, unable to believe how intense this sensation is or how much she craves it. "Oh my god...ahh...I'm coming..." she gasps, arching her back into his touch as pleasure washes over her in a wave so powerful it steals what little breath she has left.

Jay's body trembles and shudders under the force of her orgasm, her cries echoing through the room as she loses herself to pleasure for the first time in her life. The sensation is so overwhelming that it feels almost painful in its intensity, but there's a part of her that knows this isn't suffering; it's nothing short of liberation. She doesn't know how long she can sustain this level of ecstasy before collapsing into a heap on the cold floor, but for now, all she cares about is the feel of Young-in's body moving against hers and the sound of his voice calling her names in the darkness.

Her eyes flutter closed as another wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her, leaving her utterly spent and completely at the mercy of her new master. "Thank you...oh god...thank you..." she manages to whisper between gasps for air, too overcome with sensation to even attempt anything more coherent.