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Minji, One Night That Alters Her Destiny




Minji, a 21-year-old law student, sat at her tiny desk, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and legal documents, her eyes scanning each page with a focused intensity. Her apartment was modest, a stark contrast to the luxurious lifestyle of her peers, but she took pride in her ability to maintain it with her part-time job at a local café. The room was silent except for the hum of the old fridge and the occasional siren from the street outside. She had always been beautiful, with dark hair that fell in soft waves and skin so flawless it looked like it was airbrushed. But today, as she pushed her hair back, there was a hint of exhaustion in her eyes, a testament to her relentless pursuit of academic success.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the quiet. It was a message from Tae-suk, her friend from school, who had always been there for her, offering a helping hand when she needed it. He came from a family of wealth and power, a stark contrast to Minji's own background of financial struggle. She knew that his intentions were not entirely pure, but she couldn't deny that he had been a reliable source of support over the years.

"Hey, Minji," he texted, "How's the scholarship hunt going?"

"Not great," she replied with a sigh. "I've applied to every one I can find, but the competition is fierce."

Tae-suk was quick to respond. "What if I told you there's another way to get the money you need?"

Minji's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"I know of a high-stakes poker game," he wrote. "These guys are loaded but terrible at poker. It's like taking candy from a baby."

Minji's mind raced. Her stomach turned at the thought of the risk, but the allure of the prize was too tempting. She had been playing poker since high school, using her math skills to win small games. But this was different. This was the kind of money that could change her life, lift her out of the cycle of debt and allow her to focus solely on her studies.

"How much is the buy-in?" she asked, trying to keep the hope out of her voice.

"5 million won," Tae-suk replied, attaching a photo of a sleek, modern poker table surrounded by well-dressed men with stern faces.

Minji gulped. That was more money than she had ever seen in one place. But she had to admit, she was good. Really good. And the thought of Tae-suk's smug smile if she turned down his offer was enough to make her consider it. Plus, he was offering to lend her the money. With interest, of course, but she was confident she could win it back, and then some.

"What's the catch?" she texted back.

Tae-suk's response took longer this time, the anticipation of her reply stretching the seconds into minutes. Finally, her phone screen lit up again. "If you can't pay back the loan, I'll need you to work it off. You know, be my date for a week. Maybe even more if I decide I like having you around."

Minji felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She knew exactly what he meant—his "date" was just a euphemism for what he really wanted: her body. It had always been there, just beneath the surface of their friendship, and now it was laid bare in the stark light of her financial desperation. She had always managed to keep him at bay with her sharp wit and unwavering refusal to indulge his advances, but this was different. This was a bargain, and she had no other cards to play.

Her mind raced with the implications of what she was about to agree to. The thought of spending a week with Tae-suk, doing whatever he wanted, made her skin crawl. But she couldn't ignore the desperation in her heart. The money could change everything—she could pay off her tuition, buy herself some time, maybe even get ahead. The alternative was unthinkable: dropping out, working endless hours to pay off debts, and watching her dreams slip away like sand through her fingers.

After what felt like an eternity, she held her reply, her thumb hovering over the screen. Finally, she typed out the words she never thought she would say: "1 week, no more." She took a deep breath and hit send, bracing herself for the response. Tae-suk's response was swift and simple: "Great! I'll meet you tomorrow at the library for the details." She couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger at his nonchalance, as if this were just another business deal. But she had made her choice, and there was no turning back now.

The next day, Minji walked into the library, her stomach in knots. The grand, marbled halls felt oppressive, the whispers of the pages echoing off the high ceilings. She found Tae-suk lounging in a corner booth, his bulk spilling over the chair's sides. He looked up as she approached, his grin widening when he saw the determination etched on her face. He slid an envelope across the table, and she took it, her heart pounding like a drum. Inside was the cold, hard cash—5 million won. The weight of it in her hand was both liberating and terrifying.

"Remember, Minji," Tae-suk said casually, "I want you to win. You know I'd be so disappointed if you didn't."

The way he said it, so smoothly, made her skin crawl. She knew he didn't care about her dreams; he'd be just as happy if she lost. But she had made her decision, and she had to stick to it. "Thanks," she murmured, tucking the envelope into her bag.

"And here," he added, tossing her another envelope, "half a million more. Buy yourself a nice dress. The place is posh, and you'll need to look the part."

Minji's eyes narrowed. She knew what he was implying—that she wasn't already good enough for his high-class games. But she took the money, biting back a retort. She needed every advantage she could get.

The following hour was a blur of information. Tae-suk droned on about the rules, the types of games they played, and the personalities of the players. His words painted a vivid picture of a cutthroat world she had only seen in movies. The stakes were higher than she ever imagined, and the thought of losing weighed on her like a mountain. Each detail he shared only served to increase her anxiety. The room would be filled with sharks in suits, circling the table, eager to devour their prey. She had to be more than good; she had to be unbeatable.

Tae-suk spoke of the venue, a discreet penthouse in one of Seoul's most exclusive neighborhoods. "It's a place where secrets are bought and sold," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You'll fit right in."

Minji took meticulous notes, her mind racing with strategies. She had to win. Not just for the money, but for her dignity. The thought of owing Tae-suk anything, let alone her body, made her feel dirty. But she pushed it aside, focusing on the prize.

The day of the game arrived, and the anticipation was palpable. She took a long, hot bath, the water soothing her tense muscles. As she stood in front of the mirror, steam clouding the glass, she couldn't help but admire her own reflection. Her C-cup breasts looked full and firm, the lacy peach bra she had chosen framing them perfectly. She knew that in the world of poker, looks could be a weapon, and she intended to use every tool at her disposal. The matching panties were a small indulgence, a secret only she knew about. She had to feel good about herself, no matter what the night would bring.

Her designer blouse and short skirt were chosen with care, the fabric clinging to her curves in just the right way. She had picked them out at a second-hand store, a treasure amidst the racks of discarded luxury. The scent of her cheap perfume filled the air as she sprayed it on, hoping that in the sea of wealth and opulence, it would go unnoticed. She slipped on her high heels, the ones she reserved for moot courts, feeling a sense of power with every click-clack on the tiles.

Tae-suk was to pick her up, and she was ready. She had studied the players' profiles, memorized the strategies, and practiced her poker face. As she waited, she mentally prepared herself for the battle ahead. She knew that the night would be long and grueling, but she was determined to come out on top.

The sound of a car engine grew louder, and she knew it was time. Tae-suk's luxurious ride pulled up outside her apartment, and she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She walked out of her building, the chilly evening air a stark reminder of the cold reality she was about to face. As she slid into the passenger seat, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. But she pushed it down, replacing it with a fierce determination to win.

Tae-suk's eyes lit up when he saw her, his gaze lingering on her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "You look... exquisite," he said, his voice thick with desire. Minji forced a smile and thanked him for the compliment, all the while cursing herself for agreeing to this. The interior of the Lamborghini was immaculate, the leather seats cool against her bare legs as she hiked her skirt up to get in, revealing the peach panties she had chosen. She caught Tae-suk's eyes darting down, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before she could adjust. She felt a flash of anger but pushed it aside. She had to keep her cool if she was going to win tonight.

The ride to the hotel was tense, the silence between them thick with unspoken expectations. The city lights streamed past the windows like a river of gold, a stark contrast to the darkness of the car's cabin. Minji's heart raced, her thoughts swirling like the neon lights outside. The 6-star hotel loomed before them, a gleaming tower of opulence that seemed to whisper secrets of the elite who frequented it. Tae-suk handed the keys to the valet with a casual ease that spoke of his wealth, and they stepped inside.

The lobby was a symphony of marble and chrome, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne. Her heels clicked against the floor as they made their way to the elevator, each step bringing her closer to the game that would determine her fate. Tae-suk placed a hand on the small of her back, his touch possessive and unwelcome. But Minji allowed it for the night.

He slid a gold card into the elevator panel, and the button for the 56th floor lit up with a discreet 'P'. The doors closed with a soft whisper, and they began to ascend, the floor numbers ticking off with painful slowness. She could feel the weight of the money in her bag, the crisp bills a silent reminder of the deal she had made. The elevator walls reflected her image—beautiful and terrified, dressed like a doll for the amusement of the wealthy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had to win, not just for the money but for her self-respect.

As the elevator finally reached the penthouse suite, the doors slid open to reveal a world of opulence that made her gasp. The room was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the glittering cityscape. The poker table was a gleaming mahogany, surrounded by leather chairs that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of men discussing stocks and politics. They all looked up as she entered, their eyes raking over her with a hunger that made her skin crawl.

Tae-suk squeezed her waist, his grip tightening slightly. "Remember, Minji," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck, "You're here to win." She nodded, trying to ignore the way his hand lingered a beat too long. She stepped away from him, smoothing down her skirt, and approached the table with a confidence she didn't quite feel. The game was about to begin, and she had to be sharp, focused.

The players were a motley crew of powerful men, their suits tailored to perfection, their faces a mix of curiosity and amusement at the sight of the young, beautiful law student in their midst. They were all at least a decade older than her, their eyes filled with the kind of experience that comes from a lifetime of playing hard and winning at all costs. But Minji had faced tougher adversaries than these—the legal system was a jungle, after all—and she was ready to show them that she was not to be underestimated.

Tae-suk bowed respectfully to the gathering, his round frame moving with surprising grace. "Gentlemen," he announced, "I present to you Minji, a prodigy in the poker world. She's here to show us that beauty and brains can indeed conquer all." The room chuckled, the sound of their laughter grating on Minji's nerves.

The first player was introduced as Congressman Park, a stern man with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes. His handshake was firm, his grip a silent challenge. He was known for his ruthless tactics in the political arena, and it was rumored that he had made enemies in high places. Despite his icy demeanor, there was a hint of intrigue in his gaze as he met Minji's eyes. Next was Mr. Kim, a business mogul with a reputation for buying and selling companies like they were stocks. His smile was wide but not entirely genuine, his handshake clammy and fleeting. He had a penchant for young, beautiful women, his roving eyes a clear indication of his intentions.

The third politician was Judge Choi, a man whose decisions often swayed in favor of the highest bidder. His paunch suggested a love for fine dining and his eyes had the glint of a seasoned player, calculating and cunning. His handshake was firm but not overpowering, a silent promise of a fair game.

The final two were businessmen: Mr. Lee, a tech giant known for his sharp mind and even sharper tongue, and Mr. Choi, whose family controlled the city's lucrative real estate market. Both men had a gluttonous look in their eyes that made her feel like a piece of meat at a banquet. But Minji knew that in this world, fear was a liability, so she held her head high, her gaze steady.

Surprisingly, as the night began, the men started to warm up to her. Judge Choi, who had initially sized her up like a piece of property, began asking her about her studies and the cases she found most fascinating. His interest was genuine, and she found herself opening up, discussing legal principles and ethical dilemmas with an ease that surprised even her. He spoke of his own experiences in the courtroom, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of respect in his eyes.

Mr. Kim, the business mogul, took a more direct approach. He leaned in closer, his breath reeking of whiskey, and whispered, "You know, I could use someone like you in my firm. You're smart, you're pretty—you'd go far." She nodded politely, playing along with the charade, knowing full well what he was really after.

Tae-suk excused himself to cash in her buy-in, leaving Minji to face the vultures alone. She took a deep breath and slid into her seat, feeling the cold leather against her bare skin. The chips were a comforting weight in her hands, a reminder that she was there to win.

As the waiter approached, his eyes flicked over her body before asking, "What can I get you to drink, Miss?"

Minji's voice was firm and clear. "Whiskey, double on the rocks."

The room fell silent for a moment, the clinking of ice the only sound breaking the tension. Then, Congressman Park's laugh boomed out, a sound that echoed off the gleaming walls. "Ah, a lady who knows her drinks," he said, his smile warming slightly. "I like that."

The other men at the table exchanged glances, a mix of surprise and amusement. They had underestimated her, thinking her a mere decoration brought by Tae-suk. But Minji had done her homework—she knew that in the cutthroat world of Korean politics and business, connections were everything. And she was about to sit at a table with some of the most powerful players in the game.

The whiskey arrived, the golden liquid shimmering in the low light. She took a sip, feeling the burn travel down her throat. The alcohol did its job, loosening the knot of fear in her stomach. She knew that she had to be sharp, that she had to play the game of her life. This was not just about winning money; it was about survival.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, the sweetness of cigar smoke, and the faint metallic tang of desire. She could see the hunger in their eyes, not just for the game, but for her. They were used to getting what they wanted, but Minji was not just a pretty face. She had a brain, and she was about to show them that she could outthink them all.

The game began, and Minji played with a cool head. She watched the men around her, studied their tells, their smiles and their frowns. She knew that in this room, everyone was a predator, and she had to be the shrewdest of all. Each hand was a battle, each chip a victory. She felt alive in a way she never had before—the thrill of the risk, the taste of power. And she liked it.

The first ten rounds passed in a blur of cards and chips. Each time she won, she felt a rush of adrenaline, a high that washed away the exhaustion of her day. She had never felt more in control, more powerful. With each victory, the men's expressions grew more and more surprised, and she could see the beginnings of respect in their eyes. They had underestimated her, and she reveled in their shock.

As the night went on, the stakes grew higher, and the tension grew with it. The air was electric, charged with the scent of money and the thrill of the chase. Minji had won five million won easily, and she could feel the greed whispering in her ear. "Walk away," it said. "Pay Tae-suk back, settle your tuition, and leave these sharks to their own games." But she was on a roll, and she couldn't resist the siren's call. "Five more million," she murmured to herself, her eyes never leaving the cards.

The whiskey warmed her, loosening her nerves and sharpening her focus. Her hand hovered over her cards, and she felt the weight of each decision. She knew that with each bet she made, she was not just playing for herself but for her future, for the life she had dreamt of. And as she won again and again, she felt a sense of vindication. This was her chance to prove that she was more than just a pretty face, that she had what it took to conquer the world of men who had always looked down on her.

The room was spinning, the chips a blur of color and sound. Yet, Minji's gaze remained steady, her mind racing with the probabilities and the tells of her opponents. Tae-suk had all but disappeared from her thoughts, his grinning face forgotten amidst the swirl of cigar smoke and clinking glasses. The only thing that mattered was the game, the thrill of the win, and the sweet taste of victory.

"Last game," she murmured to herself, her eyes glued to the 10 million won chips piled high before her. The other players leaned in, their interest piqued by her sudden declaration. She knew that walking away now would be a mistake, but she also knew that she had to set a limit. Her heart raced as the cards were dealt, her hand trembling slightly.

And then she saw it—a full house of aces, the most powerful hand she could have hoped for. Her breath caught in her throat. The universe had handed her a gift, a chance to double her winnings and leave with her dignity intact. She had to take it. The other players watched her, their eyes narrowing as she placed her bet with a confidence she didn't entirely feel. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

The flop revealed no immediate threats, and she allowed herself a small, smug smile. The turn brought a king, raising a few eyebrows around the table, but she kept her cool, her poker face unwavering. The river card was a nine, irrelevant to her hand but potentially threatening to someone with a straight or flush draw. The table went quiet as the players considered their options, the only sound the ticking of an expensive grandfather clock in the corner.

Minji took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. The final bet. The moment of truth. She slammed down a stack of chips, the sound echoing through the penthouse suite. "All in," she declared, her voice strong and clear.

The businessmen exchanged glances, their faces a mask of uncertainty. Congressman Park studied her, his eyes piercing through the haze of cigar smoke. Then, one by one, they folded, until it was just her and Mr. Kim, the business mogul, staring each other down. His leer had grown more pronounced as the night went on, his intentions painfully clear. But she had him now, and she knew it.

Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair, his eyes flicking between her and the chips. He was a man used to getting what he wanted, but tonight, he was about to be denied. With a dramatic sigh, he pushed his own stack towards the pot. "Call," he said, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Minji felt a chill run down her spine. She had studied the odds, knew the probabilities, but she had never accounted for this. A sense of disbelief washed over her as the dealer revealed Mr. Kim's hand: the elusive straight flush. Her heart sank as she realized she had lost—not just the game, but her chance at financial freedom. The room spun around her, the faces of the men around the table a blur of mocking smiles and raised eyebrows. Her stomach lurched, and she had to fight the urge to be sick. The reality of her situation crashed down upon her like a tidal wave.

The dealer raked in her chips with a swift, practiced motion, and the table grew eerily quiet. Her dreams of paying off her debts, of making her father proud, of becoming a renowned district attorney, all slipped away like sand through her fingers. The chips, once a symbol of hope and power, were now a cold, hard reminder of her failure. The smirks on the men's faces grew wider, the weight of their gazes heavier. She knew what they were thinking—how the pretty little law student had been bested by their own kind.

Panic began to set in, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She had nothing left to bargain with—no more chips, no more hope. The only thing she had left to offer was what they had all been eyeing since she walked in: her body. The thought of spending a week with Tae-suk, of being his plaything, was a grim reality she had been trying to ignore. But now, it was all too real.

The room grew hot, the air thick with the scent of her own fear. She felt the sweat bead on her forehead, her blouse sticking to her back. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She had to get out of there, had to find a way to escape the clutches of the men who had so easily bested her.

And then, like a knight in shining armor—or perhaps more accurately, a devil in a designer suit—Tae-suk entered the room. His eyes searched the table before landing on her, his expression a mix of concern and something darker. He casually strolled over, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Oh no, Minji," he said, feigning surprise, "What happened?"

Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "I lost," she replied, her eyes never leaving the empty space where her chips once lay. Tae-suk's smile grew, his gaze sweeping over her body like a predator eyeing his prey. "It seems like you're in a bit of a predicament," he said, pretending to take pity on her lost.

Mr. Kim leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. "Perhaps, I can help you, Minji?" His voice was slick, the offer hanging in the air like a poisoned apple. She looked up at him, surprise etched on her face. The other men around the table watched the exchange with a mix of curiosity and hunger.

Minji's mind raced. This was not what she had planned. She had come here to win, not to become further indebted. But she knew she had no other choice. "I can't pay for my tuition now," she admitted, her voice a mere whisper. "And I have to pay back Tae-suk his money."

Tae-suk's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a victory that wasn't entirely about the poker game. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching for the small of her back again. "It's okay, Minji," he said, his voice a sickly sweet purr. "You can work it off."

"What sort of work?" Judge Choi chimed in, his eyes glinting with curiosity. He took a sip of his drink, the ice clinking against the crystal glass. "You know I'm still a judge, remember?"

Tae-suk's bow was theatrical, a show of respect that didn't quite reach his eyes. "She'll be my girlfriend for a week," he replied simply, the words hanging in the air like a noose waiting to be tightened. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. Minji felt the color drain from her face as she realized the true cost of her failure.

Her heart hammered in her chest as the other men around the table nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. She was no longer just a law student with a pretty face; she was a commodity to be traded and used. The whispers grew louder as they discussed her fate, her dignity slipping away with each passing second.

Mr. Kim leaned in, his leer more pronounced than ever. "I'll lend you the five million won," he offered, his voice a slither of temptation. "You've been winning all night; it's just one bad deal. You can pay me back when you win big again."

Minji's stomach churned, but she kept her face neutral. "And what do I need to do?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

His grin was a snake's smile. "Just one small favor," he said, his eyes lingering on her chest. "I want you to continue playing in just your underwear."

The room's atmosphere shifted, the surprise in the air palpable. But the men around the table, who had seen and done worse, maintained their poker faces. To them, the sum of money was a trifle, a mere blink in the vast wealth they commanded. But the chance to toy with a young, ambitious beauty like Minji? That was a prize worth more than gold.

Minji felt the heat of their gazes as if they had physically stripped her. She glanced at Tae-suk, searching for a way out, but his eyes held a strange mix of anger and excitement. He had lost the wager, but he had won something else entirely. The power to watch her fall from grace.

Swallowing the bitter taste of defeat, she slowly stood, her knees wobbly. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, each beat echoing the words she knew she had to say. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it."

Tae-suk couldn't hide his disappointment, his eyes flashing with something darker than anger. He knew these were powerful men, and they had to be kept satisfied. With a forced smile, he turned to Minji. "Good luck," he said, his voice sticky with insincerity. "I'll be waiting for you outside."

As Tae-suk left the room, the weight of his unspoken expectations settled heavily on her shoulders. She took a deep breath and turned to face the vultures around the table. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she knew she had to play along. Slowly, with trembling hands, she began to unbutton her blouse.

The first button slipped through the hole, revealing the curve of her collarbone. The men leaned in, their eyes glittering with anticipation. With a silent resolve, she continued, each button releasing a fraction more of her peach-colored bra. The fabric was delicate, the lace a stark contrast against her pale skin. She felt their eyes on her like a physical touch, a violation she had no choice but to endure.

Next came the skirt. She took her time, the zipper whispering down her back like a promise of what was to come. The material pooled around her ankles, leaving her in just her lingerie. The peach panties matched the bra perfectly, hugging the curves of her hips and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she stepped out of the discarded fabric, the sound a final declaration of her submission.

The men around her leaned back in their chairs, their gazes feasting on her body. They had seen it all before, the countless women who had come and gone from their lives. But for Minji, this was a new kind of hell. She had always been in control, always the smartest in the room, but now she was just another pretty face to be used and discarded.

"Such a nice body," Mr. Kim jeered, licking his lips. His gaze was a violation, a dissection of her very soul. She felt the heat of his eyes on her, stripping her of any remaining dignity. "Let's continue," he said, his voice a low growl.

Mr. Choi, ever the gentleman, took the initiative to break the silence. "Champagne, Miss?" he offered, his voice a silky purr. "Something to warm you up?" He gestured to the thermostat, and Minji noticed it was indeed set much lower than before. The cold air from the air conditioner bit into her skin, making her nipples harden under the scrutiny of the room. It was clear that the temperature had been adjusted to Mr. Kim's perverted whim, a deliberate attempt to make her feel even more vulnerable.

The waiter, a young man who had seen it all, brought over a bottle of champagne with a knowing smile. He popped the cork, and the sound was like a gunshot in the tense room. He filled a flute, his eyes never meeting hers. The bubbles danced in the glass, taunting her with their frivolousness. Minji took it with trembling hands, the chill of the crystal sending shivers down her spine. She took a sip, the cold liquid doing nothing to quench the fire burning in her cheeks.

The game continued, but the dynamic had shifted. The men around the table had a newfound sense of power, and they wielded it like a weapon. They took pleasure in her discomfort, the way her teeth chattered with each inhale, the goosebumps that dotted her arms. And with each card dealt, each chip lost, she felt a piece of herself slipping away.

Her mind was foggy from the cold and the fear, making it impossible to focus. She missed tells, made poor bets, and called when she should have folded. The whispers grew louder, the laughter more mocking. They were enjoying her downfall, watching her stumble like a drunk college student at her first high-stakes game. And with each mistake she made, the chilling reality set in deeper: she was losing everything she had worked for.

The chips that had once been a bastion of hope now mocked her with their emptiness. Her once formidable stack had been whittled down to a pitiful pile. Her hands trembled as she reached for the last of them, the cold metal a stark reminder of her precarious position. She knew she couldn't win, not like this. But she had to try. With a deep breath, she placed her final bet, praying for a miracle.

The flop was unkind, the turn a slap in the face, and the river a dagger in her heart. She had lost. The chips were claimed, her dignity along with them. The room erupted into laughter, the sound bouncing off the gleaming surfaces and piercing her soul. She had nothing left to give, no more bargaining chips. She was just a pawn in their twisted game, a prize to be claimed by the highest bidder.

The men leaned back in their seats, their gazes raking over her exposed body. They were sharks, and she was chum in the water. Each one offered her a knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of her defeat. The whispers grew to a crescendo, the terms of her repayment becoming more explicit, more degrading.

Mr. Kim's eyes gleamed with a victory that went beyond the poker table. "Looks like you owe us all a little something," he said, his voice a sneer. The other men nodded in agreement, their eyes glinting with a hunger that had nothing to do with the game.

Minji felt the floor drop out from under her. She had played the game, and she had lost. The only thing left was to face the consequences. She took a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with the rapid beat of her heart. "I'll pay my debts," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Oh, I don't think money is the issue here," Congressman Park said, his eyes gleaming. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. His gaze was like a vice, tightening around her until she couldn't breathe. "We're all businessmen here," he continued. "We deal in currency of a different kind."

The implication was clear. They weren't just talking about the 10 million won she owed. They were talking about her body, her time, her dignity. It was a currency she had never wanted to trade in, but desperation had painted her into a corner. Her eyes searched the faces of the men around her, hoping for a glimmer of humanity, a spark of mercy. But all she saw was greed, and she knew she was at their mercy.

Judge Choi spoke up, his tone measured and cold. "You have a choice, Miss Minji," he said. "You can leave here with nothing, or you can stay and pay your debt." He paused, his eyes flicking over her body, appraising her like a piece of meat at an auction. "We're willing to help you with your tuition," he offered, his voice thick with a promise she didn't want to hear. "But we expect a return on our investment."

The room was spinning, the laughter and leering faces a blur. She knew what they wanted—what they expected. It was written in the smirks and the hungry looks, in the way they licked their lips and shifted in their seats. They saw her not as a person but as an object to be used and discarded.

Her mind raced, searching for an escape, but there was none. She had played their game, and she had lost. The only thing she had left was her pride, and even that was slipping away. With trembling hands, she reached for the last of her chips, placing them on the table. "I'll stay," she whispered.

Congressman Park leaned in, his smile a twisted mockery. "I'll lend you another 5 million won," he said, his voice like a knife to her soul. "It's such a shame to see a bright prospect like you stop her studies and end up as a parking lot attendant." His words were a dagger, twisting in the very heart of her dreams. But she knew he was right. Korea is a dog eat dog world where the difference between success and failure is such a thin line, and she had just crossed it.

With a tremble in her voice, she asked, "What do I have to do, sir?" The bravado and charade had gone, replaced by a stark, cold reality. She knew what they wanted, and the thought of it filled her with a deep, consuming shame. But she had to survive. Her dreams were all she had left, and she couldn't let them die here in this room of leather and gold.

Mr. Kim leaned back, stroking his chin. "Just play naked," he said, his tone short and cold. The room erupted in a cacophony of lecherous chuckles and murmurs. Minji felt her cheeks burn, the heat of their gazes a brand on her skin. She knew that this was her new currency, her new worth—her body, laid bare for their amusement and pleasure.

Her hands shook as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. The cool air hit her skin, and she felt the fabric fall away, revealing her C-cup breasts that stood proud and firm. A collective gasp filled the room, a symphony of lust and greed. She tried to hold back the tears, but they slipped down her cheeks, betraying the turmoil within. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear, anger, and humiliation. But she had made her choice, and there was no going back.

Her panties followed, sliding down her legs with a whisper of fabric. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was a feeble attempt. The room had gone from a battleground of wits and strategy to a gladiatorial arena where she was the prize to be ogled and claimed. Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped out of the last vestige of her modesty. The cold marble floor sent a shiver through her body, and she stood there, exposed and trembling.

"Raise your hand and turn around," Mr. Kim commanded, his voice echoing through the room. Minji's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and humiliation, but she knew the futility of defiance. With a shaky hand, she raised her arm, the cold air hitting her bare skin and making her nipples tighten further. She turned slowly, her eyes cast down, unable to meet their gazes.

The click of Mr. Kim's smartphone camera was a gunshot in the hushed silence. She felt the burn of their eyes as they ogled her from behind, the flash of the camera an assault on her dignity. "There," he said with a satisfied smile, "a little reminder of our arrangement." He held up the phone, the image of her naked form displayed for all to see. The leers grew more pronounced, the men's faces twisting into something almost feral.

Minji's mind raced. This was not just a legal contract; it was a declaration of ownership. The picture would serve as a constant reminder of her subservience, a trophy to be shared among them. "You can't," she began to protest, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look. "Consider this a down payment," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a heavy heart, she took her seat once more, her nakedness a stark reminder of her new reality. The game continued, but the stakes had changed. Each hand was no longer about winning money; it was about surviving the night. Her mind was a tornado of fear and anger, but she had to focus. She had to win back what she had lost.

Her shivering hands made it difficult to handle the cards. The cold air was a constant reminder of her vulnerability, making her feel more exposed than the lack of clothing. Yet, she had to push through. Her education, her future, everything she had worked for was on the line.

The whispers grew louder with each round she lost, the chips piling up in front of the other players. The weight of the 20 million won debt crushed her spirits, and she felt like she was drowning in the sea of their laughter and leers. The whiskey had dulled the pain, but the cold soberness of her situation was setting in.

Tried as she might, she was beaten. Her mental state was not sound, the myriad of emotions warring within her. Her nakedness was a constant distraction, the thought of 20 million won a heavy burden. The cold air seemed to seep into her very soul, turning her bones to ice. Despite her valiant efforts, the chips continued to slip through her fingers, each loss a nail in the coffin of her dignity.

The players, on the other hand, were in their element. They had all the cards, and they knew it. They had the power, the chips to call her bluffs, to strip away any semblance of control she had. They reveled in her downfall, their smirks growing with each passing moment.

Before long, the inevitable happened. She had nothing left to bet but herself. The chips had all been claimed, and she was left with nothing but her nakedness and the crushing weight of her failure. The men around the table leaned in, their eyes glittering with greed and anticipation. They had taken everything from her, and now they were ready to claim the ultimate prize.

Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt the tears spill down her cheeks. "I fold," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. The room erupted in laughter, the sound echoing through her like a funeral bell tolling for her pride.

They had taken everything she had, stripped her bare of all she had worked for. The nakedness wasn't just physical anymore; it was a stark, raw exposure of her soul. Her eyes were glassy, the brightness of her dreams dimmed by the stark reality of the situation.

The men around the table leaned in, their grins wide and predatory. "Looks like you're all in, Miss Minji," Congressman Park said, his voice a slither of malicious glee. She knew what he meant. The chips were gone, the money lost. Now, it was her body on the line, and she had no choice but to lay it down.

Her shoulders slumped, the weight of her defeat heavier than any of the textbooks she had ever carried. She didn't bother to hide her face anymore. The mask of defiance had crumbled, leaving only the raw, naked truth. She was broken, and they reveled in it.

Congressman Park's eyes glittered as he spoke, the promise of a chance to win back her dignity a cruel jest. "Let's up the ante, Miss Minji," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ten million won buy-in. I'll cash you in." The room grew quiet, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Her heart skipped a beat. Could she do it? Did she have anything left to give?

"If you win, you can pay me back the 10M won. If you lose, you'll have to give me a blow job and lick my arsehole clean" Mr. Park don't even try to hide his perversion.

Minji felt bile rise in her throat at the Congressman's words. She had never felt so degraded in her life. But she had to think fast, she couldn't let this be the end of her dreams. With trembling hands, she reached for the cards, her mind racing. A blowjob was one thing, but the thought of licking someone's ass was another level of humiliation she wasn't sure she could bear. Tears started to flow, but she blinked them back, anger building within her like a volcano ready to erupt.

The room was silent except for the sound of her own breathing, each inhale and exhale echoing in her ears. She had to win this hand, she had to. Her future was on the line, and she couldn't let these monsters win. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and looked at the cards. They might as well have been written in hieroglyphics for all the sense they made to her right now.

But she had to focus. She had to win. Her heart raced, the adrenaline pushing the alcohol to the side. She had to win back her dignity, if not all of it, at least a piece of it. With a trembling hand, she placed her bet, hoping against hope that she had the winning hand.

"Okay," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. The room stilled, the only sound the clinking of ice in the Congressman's drink. The anticipation was palpable, a living, breathing entity that wrapped its icy fingers around her neck and squeezed. She felt the eyes of the men on her, the weight of their desire heavy on her shoulders. But she couldn't let them win.

The flop was dealt, and she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. The first card was a jack, the second a ten. A straight was possible, but she needed one more card. She checked the turn, her heart skipping a beat. It was a queen. Not the card she needed, but it could be used to bluff. She had to be smart, had to outthink these predators.

With a shaky hand, she raised the bet, her voice stronger now, a defiant note threading through it. The room held its breath, waiting for the Congressman's response. His smile never wavered, his eyes never leaving hers as he called her bluff. The river was dealt, and she knew she had lost. Her hand was worthless, a sad joke in the grand scheme of things.

Her eyes filled with tears as she pushed herself away from the table, unable to meet their gazes. She felt like a rag doll, tossed around by the whims of fate. Her dignity had been bought and sold, and she had no say in the matter. The men around the table watched her, their expressions a mix of amusement and lust.

Mr. Kim's voice broke the silence, the sound of his chair scraping against the floor sending a shiver down her spine. "Go on, then," he said, gesturing towards the Congressman with a cruel smile. "Pay up."

Her legs felt like jelly as she approached the Congressman, her body moving on autopilot. She knelt before him, the coldness of the floor seeping into her bones. She couldn't bring herself to look up, to meet his eyes. Her hands trembled as she undid his pants, his erection already straining against the fabric.

The smell of his arousal hit her like a slap in the face, making her stomach churn. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. This was just a means to an end, she told herself. She could do this, she had to do this.

With trembling hands, she took his cock in her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut. The taste was salty and bitter, a testament to his excitement at her degradation. She could feel the room watching, the lecherous eyes of the other players boring into her. But she had to push through, had to survive.

Her teeth scraped against his skin as she tried to ignore the noises he was making, the way he was enjoying this.

Suddenly, a sharp pain sliced through her cheek. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Mr. Kim's hand hovering in the air. He had slapped her, the force of his hand sending shockwaves through her body. "Don't hurt my dick," he said, his voice a low growl. "Use your mouth, not your teeth." The humiliation burned through her like acid, the room spinning as she realized how low she had fallen.

Minji's eyes watered, and she nodded, taking his cock back into her mouth. She focused on not biting, on using her tongue and her lips to service him as he liked. The smell of his cologne and sweat filled her nose, making her stomach roil. But she couldn't let them see her pain, couldn't let them see how much this was tearing her apart.

The slap echoed in her mind, a stark reminder of her new role. She was not a law student anymore; she was a toy, a plaything for these powerful men. Her dreams of becoming a district attorney felt like a distant memory, a fairy tale she had told herself to keep going. Each passing moment brought home the bitter truth that she was nothing but a commodity to be bought and sold.

But she had to keep playing the game. Each stroke of her tongue was a step closer to freedom, a step away from the crushing debt that threatened to swallow her whole. She had to win, had to survive. So, she closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, of the day she would rise above this.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as she performed the act, the taste of him in her mouth a constant reminder of her defeat. But she didn't dare stop, didn't dare look up to see their faces. The only thing she could do was keep going, keep fighting.

"Swallow it, i paid 10M for this" Mr. Kim barked

Finally, the Congressman's breath hitched, and she felt him tense. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't stop it. With a grunt, he came, his release filling her mouth. She didn't dare spit it out, swallowing it down with a gulp, the taste of his victory.

"Now, clean my arse," Mr. Kim said, his voice a command that brooked no argument. She felt the hot, sticky mess of his climax on her chin and knew she had to comply. Her dignity was in tatters, and she had to pick up the pieces one by one. She reached up, her hands shaking as she pulled his cheeks apart. The smell was overpowering, a mix of sweat and lust that made her stomach turn.

Her tongue darted out, the first tentative touch of his anus sending a wave of revulsion through her. But she had to do it. She had to keep her promise, to pay her debt. The men around the table watched with rapt attention, their eyes glinting with amusement and desire. She tried not to think about the cameras, about the possibility of this moment being captured and shared. All she could focus on was the task at hand.

With a deep breath, she buried her face in his crotch, her tongue moving in slow, methodical circles. She could feel the muscles of his ass clench and unclench as she worked, his moans of pleasure a symphony of her degradation. She tried to ignore the way her heart was breaking, the way her soul was being chipped away piece by piece. This was just a game, she told herself. Just a high-stakes game where she had made a bad bet.

But as she cleaned him, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake. If she had been too proud, too stubborn. If she had just accepted her fate, she could have avoided this. But she knew deep down that she couldn't live with herself if she had. Her pride was all she had left, and she would cling to it, even if it meant enduring this.

When she was done, she sat back, her eyes cast down to the floor. The Congressman zipped up his pants, his smile smug and triumphant. "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You've paid your debt" With that he took his smartphone and showed her he deleted the naked picture he took earlier. Mr. Kim was after all a man of his word.

The room erupted in applause, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to her. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, but she brushed it away, her eyes never leaving the floor. She knew she had to keep playing, had to keep fighting.

"Up for another 10M, Minji?" Judge Choi's voice was like a snake's hiss, the words slithering through the air and coiling around her. She looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of greed and anticipation. She could see the challenge in his gaze, the dare. It was clear he enjoyed watching her squirm.

"If you win, you'll walk away and forget tonite. If you lose... I simply ask for a show, masturbate with this beer bottle" to the delight of everyone in the table Judge Choi said with a wink.

Minji felt like a ragdoll, used and discarded by the men around her. Yet, she had to keep playing. Her future, her dignity, all depended on winning. She took a deep breath and nodded, trying to compose herself. She had to win back the 10 million won, if only to prove to herself that she wasn't just a plaything for them.

The game resumed, the tension in the room palpable. She could feel the eyes of the men on her, their excitement and lust a tangible force. Each card that hit the table was a potential lifeline or noose. The whispers grew louder with each round she won, their expressions a mix of shock and anger.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The smell of the room was a cacophony of sweat, alcohol, and desire. She couldn't let them win, couldn't let them control her any more than they already did. She focused on the cards, her mind racing through strategies and probabilities.

The flop was dealt, and she saw the opening she needed. With trembling hands, she placed her bet, the chips clacking against the table. The other players looked at her, their eyes narrowing. They hadn't expected her to come back so strongly, and she could see the fear in their faces. The turn was a seven, the river a king. She had a full house, the nuts.

"Call," she said, her voice steady. The room was so silent, she could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. The Congressman laid down his cards with a grimace, a measly pair of twos. The judge leaned back, his expression unreadable.

"Well played, Miss Minji," he said, his voice laced with spite. "But I'm afraid your luck has run out." He slammed his hand down on the table, revealing a royal flush. The room erupted in cheers, and Minji felt the floor drop out from under her.

The men around the table laughed and jeered, their faces a blur of smirks and sneers. She had lost, and now she had to pay the price. The thought of what was to come made her stomach churn, but she couldn't let them see her fear. She stood up, her legs shaking, and walked over to the judge, the beer bottle glinting in the soft light.

Her heart was racing, her breath shallow. She took the bottle, her hand slipping with sweat. The cold glass against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what was expected of her, and she had to perform.

With trembling hands, she began to stroke herself, her eyes locked on the judge's. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, a sadistic grin playing on his lips. She tried to ignore the other men, their leers and catcalls, focusing on the challenge in the judge's gaze.

The humiliation washed over her in waves, but she didn't let it drown her. Each touch was a declaration of her survival, a silent scream of defiance. She had to keep going, had to make it through this. The room was spinning, the pressure building inside her.

She was no virgin, but this was something else. The beer bottle was rough, she was tight and raw. The leering eyes of 5 lustful men didn't help one bit. A good 10 minutes and she's far from cuming.

Her hand moved faster, the friction of the bottle against her tender flesh sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her. The men around the table watched, their eyes glued to her every move. She could feel their lust, their hunger for her submission. But she was more than just a body, more than just a way for them to pass the time.

Minji bit her lip, her eyes never leaving the judge's. The pain grew, a sharp, insistent throb that made her want to scream. But she couldn't, she wouldn't. This was her battlefield, and she had to fight. She could feel the muscles in her hand cramping, the ache in her wrist spreading up her arm. But she had to keep going, had to show them she was stronger than they thought.

And then after a long 25 minutes, it hit her, the orgasm she hadn't thought possible under these conditions. Her body spasmed, the pleasure ripping through her like lightning. She felt the wetness spread down her thighs, the bottle slipping from her grasp as she rode the waves of ecstasy. The room erupted in applause, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to her.

The men leered, their eyes devouring her. But she didn't care. For that brief moment, she had taken back some semblance of control. She had won, in her own way. As the applause died down, she picked up the bottle, her hand shaking with the effort.

"Thank you, gentlemen," she said, her voice shaky but laced with sarcasm. "It seems I've paid my debt."

The judge nodded, his grin never wavering. "Indeed, you have," he said. "We're square now"

But Minji knew it wasn't over. The debt to Tae-suk still loomed over her, a dark cloud threatening to swallow her whole. She had paid her debt in humiliation and pain, but her legal education was another beast to tackle. She felt a twinge of anger at Tae-suk, who had brought her into this mess with his smug smiles and easy promises. Yet, she had no choice but to play along.

Mr. Lee cleared his throat, his expression a mix of amusement and pity. "What was it you said, you owe Tae-suk and your tuition fee was it?" Minji nodded, her eyes never leaving the floor. The weight of her situation was crushing, but she had to keep going. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Miss Minji?" he asked, his voice like a whip cracking through the air.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, the words sticking in her throat. "I'll find a way to pay him back."

Mr. Lee leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Don't worry about Tae-suk," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "We're not monsters. You've earned your keep tonight."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Minji looked up, her eyes meeting the Congressman's. His expression was unreadable, but she thought she saw a flicker of something that might have been respect. Judge Choi nodded, his smugness replaced by something akin to admiration.

"We're not all like Tae-suk," Mr. Kim said, his voice gruff. "You've proven you've got what it takes. We respect that."

Minji felt a strange sense of camaraderie with these powerful men, despite the circumstances. They had seen her at her lowest and had still allowed her to maintain a shred of dignity. It was a twisted form of respect, but it was something she hadn't expected.

"How about this, we all give you 10 million won each, that's 50 million won," Mr. Lee suggested, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "No more games, no more poker. Just cold hard cash." The room went quiet again, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace.

Minji's eyes shot up, her heart racing. Fifty million won was more than enough to pay off Tae-suk and cover her tuition. It was a lifeline thrown by a monster, but she wasn't about to question it. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "What's the price?"

Mr. Lee's smile grew colder. "No price," he said. "This isn't about money anymore. This is about power."

The other men nodded in agreement, their faces a mix of amusement and hunger. They were bored with the poker game, she realized. This was a different kind of entertainment for them now, a new way to toy with her.

"We knew you were desperate," Judge Choi spoke up, his voice slick. "We knew Tae-suk would bring you here. He's always had a knack for finding the desperate."

Minji's mind raced. Tae-suk had set her up, watching her degradation from the safety of the back room. The betrayal cut deep, but she had to keep playing along.

"But we're bored with this game," Mr. Kim said, his voice a lazy drawl. "We want something more...intimate."

The room went quiet as the men exchanged glances. The air grew thick with anticipation, and Minji knew she had to be careful. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice steady.

"We want to see how far you're willing to go," Congressman Park leaned in, his eyes gleaming. "How much of yourself you're willing to give up for your precious dreams."

Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had been used, played with like a pawn in their twisted game of power. But she had survived thus far, and she wasn't about to give up now.

"I'll do it," she said, her voice strong despite the fear that threatened to consume her. "But on one condition."

The men leaned in, their interest piqued. "What's that?" Mr. Lee asked, his smile never wavering.

Minji took a deep breath, her mind racing. "You give me the fifty million won, and in return, I want an internship at Judge Choi's office," she said, her voice firm. "I want a chance to prove myself in the legal world, to show that I'm not just a pretty face."

The judge raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Interesting," he mused. "But why would I give you an internship after what you've just done?"

"Because you know I can handle pressure," she countered, her eyes flashing with defiance. "And because I know how to keep a secret."

The men chuckled, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. They saw her as a challenge, a game to be won. But Minji knew she had something they didn't: she had nothing to lose.

"Alright," Judge Choi said, holding out his hand. "You have a deal."

Minji took his hand, her grip firm. "Thank you," she said, her voice tight with relief. "I won't disappoint you."

But as the words left her mouth, a cold dread filled her. Judge Choi hadn't forgotten about Tae-suk, the one who had brought her into this mess. He had a price to pay, too.

"Ah, but there's one more term to our agreement, Miss Minji," he said, his smile widening to show his perfect white teeth. "Tae-suk will be joining us tonight. After all, he's the one who brought you here, and we do owe him some...entertainment."

Her heart sank as she watched the fat, grinning face of her so-called friend appear in the doorway. His eyes were greedy as he took in the scene before him.

"Now, now," Judge Choi said, his voice a low purr. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, you must pay your respects to the man who made this all possible."

Minji's eyes narrowed as she turned to Tae-suk, who had the audacity to saunter into the room with a smug smile plastered across his face. He had set her up, used her financial desperation to entertain these monsters. She felt a white-hot rage burning in her chest, but she knew she had to play along for now. With a forced smile, she walked over to him, her hips swaying with a seductive grace she didn't feel.

"Thank you, Tae-suk," she murmured, her voice dripping with insincerity as she dropped to her knees before him. The room was silent, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace and the shallow breaths of anticipation from the men around them.

Tae-suk's smile grew wider as he looked down at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. "It's nothing," he said, his voice oily. "I knew you could handle it."

Minji forced herself to smile back, her stomach churning with disgust. But she knew she had to play the part, had to keep the façade intact. She had survived this far, and she wasn't about to let Tae-suk ruin her chance to climb out of this hellhole.

The math was simple: fifty million won would pay off her debt to Tae-suk and leave her with enough to cover her tuition. An internship with Judge Choi was a golden ticket into the legal world, a world she had dreamed of since childhood. If she had to endure one more night of this, she could escape with something valuable, something she could use to build a future.

Minji looked around the table, her eyes meeting each man's in turn. She knew they were expecting more of a show, another round of degradation. But she had surprised them before, and she could do it again. "What's your game?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremble in her heart.

The room went still, the anticipation thick in the air. Each man had a different look in his eyes, but she could see the hunger for power, the thrill of the hunt. They had underestimated her, thinking her just another pretty face to be used and discarded. But she was more than that. She was a survivor.

The judge leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Our game," he began, "is to see how much of yourself you're willing to give up for your dreams." He gestured to the other men, who nodded in agreement. "We want to see what you're truly made of, Miss Minji."

Her heart raced as she took a deep breath. "I'm ready," she said, her voice firm. "I'll do whatever it takes to pay my debt and earn my place in Judge Choi's office."

The men leaned back in their chairs, their expressions a mix of surprise and admiration. They had not expected such resolve from her, such unshakable determination. But Minji had always been more than they bargained for. She had played their games, endured their humiliations, and had come out the other side, still standing.

"The game," Judge Choi began, his eyes traveling over her body, "is that for the next six hours, you will be at our disposal. We will use you as we see fit. It'll be unpleasant, rough" His voice was low, almost a purr, as he spoke the words that sent a chill down her spine. "But fear not," he continued, "we are not savages. We will ensure your...comfort."

The other men nodded in agreement, their smiles predatory. Minji knew what they were thinking, the sick games they had in store for her. But she had made her choice, and she had to see it through. She had to survive this night and come out the other side with what she needed.

With a deep breath, she stood, her body trembling slightly. "I understand," she said, her voice firm. "Let's get this over with."

The room erupted into cheers, the sound of their approval ringing in her ears. The men stood, surrounding her, each one eager to claim their prize. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the end goal, the future she was fighting for. But it was hard to ignore the fear that was gnawing at her, the knowledge that she was about to be used and discarded again.

"Very well," Judge Choi said, his voice like a whip cracking in the tense silence. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the waiter, who quickly cleared the poker table and the rest of the room. The men followed him into the next room, a luxurious space adorned with velvet curtains and a large, plush bed. The sight of the bed sent a shiver down her spine.

Minji took a deep breath and steeled herself, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew there was no way out, not without giving them what they wanted. So she allowed them to lead her to the bed, the soft fabric of the comforter brushing against her bare skin. She felt like a lamb being led to slaughter, but she had to keep playing along.

The first hour was a blur of pain and degradation. They took turns, each man more brutal than the last. She felt her body being torn apart, used in ways she had never imagined. They whispered crude words into her ear, their breath hot and sour as they claimed her. Her eyes watered from the sting of the cigarette burns, but she didn't dare make a sound, didn't dare show them how much it hurt. They made her suck their dick, lick their arse as the rest pounded on her vagina.

Tae-suk was the worst of them all. He really enjoyed her suffering, his pudgy hands leaving bruises on her body as he forced himself on her. He had never been this cruel before, and she wondered how she had ever considered him a friend. His weight pushed down on her, suffocating her as he took his pleasure, his grunts and sneers filling her ears.

With each new assault, she focused on the future, the promise of freedom and success that was just within her grasp. She had to keep playing their game, had to keep her head in the game. The minutes stretched into hours, and she felt her body growing weary, her spirit close to breaking. But she wouldn't let them win.

As the night went on, she could feel her strength waning, but she pushed through, her eyes never leaving the clock on the far wall. Each tick was a reminder of the time slipping away, each second a step closer to freedom. The men grew more ravenous, their lust unquenchable. They took her in every way possible, their actions growing more and more savage with each passing moment.

Tae-suk, with a sadistic glint in his eye as he shoved a beer bottle into her anus to loosen her up before assaulting her analy, followed by the men joining in the fun. Mr. Kim and Judge Choi even go twice on her Anal. She gritted her teeth and bore it, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the end of this twisted game. Her holes are bleeding, her face was red from all the slaps, her hair drenched in cement and sweat, her body are filled with burn marks and pinchmarks. She muffled her scream.

Approaching the fifth hour she's too weak to offer any resistance and just lay silent in the bed as Tae-Suk took some pills and starts pounding her arse again. Mr. Lee was forcing her to give him a blowjob, even if she's starting to drift around too weak to perform. Mr. Kim was fondling her breast to have a tit fuck. Judge Choi was happilly twisting her arse and occasionally burn her with his ciggarettes

As the last man finished, the room grew quiet, the only noise the heavy breathing of the men around her. They had taken everything she had, but they had not broken her. With shaking legs, she managed to stand, her body aching with the weight of their abuse.

Judge Choi stepped forward, his expression unreadable. He handed her a crumpled envelope. "Your internship starts tomorrow," he said, his voice cold. "Don't be late."

Minji took the envelope, her hands trembling. She had done it. She had won the game, had paid the price for her dreams. As the men filed out, leaving her alone in the room, she collapsed onto the bed, the reality of what had just happened crashing down on her. But she knew she had to get up, had to keep fighting.

The money was enough to pay Tae-suk back, but the cost was immeasurable. She had sold herself, her body, her dignity. But she had also bought herself a chance at a better life. And she would not waste it. With a deep breath, she stood and made her way to the bathroom, the cold tile floor feeling like ice against her bruised skin.

The shower was a blessed relief, the hot water washing away the grime of the evening. She scrubbed herself raw, the blood and cum mixing with the water and swirling down the drain. Each scrub of the loofah was a cleansing ritual, a way to erase the memories of the men's touches, their smells, their vile words. Her sobs echoed off the tiles, mingling with the sound of the water as she tried to purge herself of the pain.

But it was not just physical pain she felt. The emotional scars would take longer to heal. She had been used, humiliated, and degraded in ways she had never imagined possible. Yet she had survived, and she knew she had to keep moving forward. Her dream of becoming a top district attorney was still within reach, and she was not about to let a night of horror take that away from her.

As she stepped out of the shower, her body trembling with the effort of standing, she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen, her makeup streaked down her face. Her lip was split, and bruises were already forming on her neck and breasts. But she saw something else, too: a fierce determination that had not been there before.

This experience had changed her, had shown her a side of the world she had never wanted to see. But it had also made her stronger. She knew now that she could endure anything, that she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

With shaking hands, she dressed herself in the clothes she had brought, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against her tender flesh. She gathered her things and walked out of the penthouse, her head held high despite the ache in her heart. The waiter from last night was there watching her grunting in pain with each step. He smiled having the feintest idea of what she endured.

The city lights below looked like a million tiny prisons, each one a reminder of the cage she had just escaped. But she was free now, free from Tae-suk's control, free from the debt that had held her back. And as she stepped into the cool night air, she knew that she would never be a victim again.

Her internship at Judge Choi's office would be the start of a new chapter, one where she was in control of her own destiny. She would not let the events of tonight define her, would not let the men who had used her hold her back.

The taxi ride home was a blur of lights and shadows, her mind racing with the events of the night. When she finally stumbled into her tiny apartment, she collapsed onto her bed, the softness a stark contrast to the hardness of the poker table.

But even in the quiet of her room, she could not escape the echoes of their laughter, the feel of their hands on her body. She knew it would be a long time before she could forget, before she could heal. But she would. For now, she had a debt to pay, and a future to claim.

Tomorrow was a new day, and she had a new battle to fight. With the promise of an internship and fifty million won in her pocket, she had the means to do just that. She would not let them win, not after all she had endured.

Her eyes closed, and she allowed herself to drift into the oblivion of sleep, the warmth of the shower and the clean scent of her bed washing over her. The nightmare was over, and she had emerged stronger, more determined than ever to conquer the legal world.

Ten years later, Minji stood in the grand courtroom, the gleaming mahogany and the crest of the Republic of Korea staring back at her from the wall. She had become the youngest district attorney in the country, a title she had earned with her sharp intellect and unyielding spirit. She had climbed the ladder with a fierce tenacity, using every tool at her disposal to reach the top. Her beauty had been a double-edged sword, but she had learned to wield it with precision, turning the heads of the powerful and bending them to her will.

Looking out at the sea of faces, she couldn't help but think of Tae-suk, the man who had unwittingly set her on this path. His smug grin and the way he had used her desperation had fueled her ambition. Now, as she prepared to prosecute his father for corruption, she felt a strange mix of gratitude and anger. It was a twisted fate that had brought her here, but she had made the most of it.

The defendant, a once-powerful man now cowed by the weight of his crimes, stared at her with a mix of fear and hatred. He had no idea that she had once been on her knees for his son, that the very same people who had used her now watched her with a newfound respect. The courtroom was packed with reporters eager to see the outcome of the trial, eager to catch a glimpse of the young, beautiful prosecutor who had brought the mighty to their knees.

Minji took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the culmination of a decade of hard work and sacrifice. She knew she had to win, not just for herself, but for every girl who had ever been used and discarded by men like Tae-suk.

The trial was brutal, a battle of wits and wills that tested her to the limit. But she had been forged in the fires of their twisted games, and she emerged unscathed, her prosecution airtight. Tae-suk watched from the gallery, his face a mask of horror as he realized the depth of his folly. He had thought to control her, to use her for his own ends. But he had only given her the ammunition she needed to destroy his family's legacy.

As the verdict was read, Minji felt a rush of victory surge through her. The defendant was found guilty, his fate sealed by the very system he had sought to manipulate. Tae-suk's father was going to jail, and she had played a crucial role in bringing him down.

Turning to the judge, she felt a twinge of satisfaction as she saw Judge Choi's expression. He had underestimated her, had thought her a mere plaything. But she had proven him wrong, had turned his own twisted games against him.

The courtroom erupted into applause, and Minji allowed herself a small smile. She had come a long way from that night in the penthouse, from the desperate girl who had been willing to sell her body for a chance. She had learned to use her beauty as a weapon, her mind as a shield.

The world outside was still a cesspool of power and corruption, but she had carved out a place for herself in it. And as she left the courtroom, the whispers of "Madame Prosecutor" trailing behind her, she knew she would not rest until she had claimed her ultimate prize: the title of Korea's top district attorney.

But the poker room had become a strange comfort to her, a reminder of her past and a symbol of her power. She had returned to the very place where she had been broken, but now she was the one in control. The tables had turned, and she was the one holding the cards.

Minji had become a regular, a shark in the murky waters of the high-stakes poker underworld. She could feel the desperation of the young men who sat across from her, their eyes wide and hopeful as they placed their bets. They had no idea of the debts they were accumulating, the price they would pay for their greed.

And when the stakes were high enough, she would offer them a way out, a chance to win it all back. A single night with her, their debts erased, a fresh start. But it was a price few could truly pay, and she took a twisted pleasure in watching them squirm and beg, their pride shattered by the very same game she had once feared.

The room was the same, the scent of money and desperation heavy in the air. She had made sure of that, had kept it as a sanctuary of sorts. The velvet curtains had been replaced, the bed refreshed, but the memories remained, etched into the very fabric of the room.

The young men who accepted her offer never knew what they were truly agreeing to. They thought they were getting the deal of a lifetime, a beautiful woman at their service for a night. But she had learned from the best, had seen the depths of depravity and power.

And as she played her hand, her eyes cold and calculating, she knew she was giving them a taste of their own medicine. The same humiliation, the same pain she had endured, served back to them on a silver platter. It was not just about the sex, it was about control.

The whispers grew louder, the rumors of her past a constant undercurrent in the room. But she wore her scars like armor, using them to keep the men at bay. They were afraid of her now, afraid of the woman who had clawed her way to the top.

And when the night was over, she would walk away, leaving them with their bruised egos and empty pockets. They had paid their debts, but the price had been higher than any of them could have ever imagined.

The next morning, she would wake up in her penthouse suite, the echoes of the night before fading into the early dawn. She would shower off the scent of the poker room, the sweat and the fear, and don her tailored suits. Her face would be a mask of confidence and power, the same one she had worn in the courtroom.

But as she stared into the mirror, she could see the ghost of the girl she had once been, the one who had been forced to endure the unendurable. And she swore to herself that she would never let anyone take that away from her again.

With each new challenge she faced, each new opponent she defeated, she grew stronger, more ruthless. Her beauty was a weapon, her mind a sharp blade. And she knew that she would do whatever it took to reach the pinnacle of her career, to become the woman she had always dreamed