Love to the extreme of hate

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Park Young-ae woke up as usual, feeling a little dizzy. It seemed the liquor from last night was quite potent.

She opened her eyes, only to find everything blurry. She blinked hard, but the same thing happened. She shook her head and reached out to touch her eyes, but couldn't find them. She called out to Lee Jung-hwan, but heard no sound. Was she still dreaming?

She had just had a dream where she couldn't move, see, or hear. Was she still dreaming? She took a deep breath, and something even stranger happened: she didn't feel the air passing through her nose, but felt a rush of fresh air entering her lungs through her throat.

Park Young-ae shook her head again, reaching to pinch her thigh, but again, she felt nothing. She tried to sit up, but as soon as she tightened her abdominal muscles, she felt a sharp pain in her buttocks. She tried to brace herself with her hands, but again, she couldn't.

Just as Park Young-ae was wondering whether she was awake or still dreaming, she vaguely heard footsteps approaching the window, followed by the sound of curtains being drawn. The sounds were so realistic that she finally believed she was awake.

She thought it was Lee Jung-hwan's footsteps, so she opened her mouth and called out loudly. This time she heard her own voice, a weak "Ah... Ah...". Thinking she had misheard, she called Lee Jung-hwan's name again, and still heard "Ah... Ah..." sounds, only louder than before.

What was happening? What happened to me??? This thought began to surface in Park Young-ae's mind. She desperately wanted to know what had happened, how things had changed so much overnight.

"Awake? My Queen, what do you want me to do for you?" She heard Lee Jung-hwan's voice, a hint of mockery in his tone, all of his usual respect gone. She wanted to question Lee Jung-hwan about whether he was behind it, but she still heard "Ah...ah...
ah...ah..." sounds, making her completely believe that it was her own voice. "I'm mute?!" When this thought crossed her mind, she felt extremely angry. "Lee Jung-hwan, just wait and see how I deal with you!!!"

"What's wrong? I can't hear what you're saying. Say it again, my queen." Lee Jung-hwan's mocking voice came again. What had he done? What could happen in one night? Park Young-ae's mind raced, listing all the possibilities, then eliminating them one by one. She licked her lips, feeling that her tongue was intact, so why could she still only make "Ah...ah..." sounds? Lee Jung-hwan must have put something in the drink to make her lose her voice. As long as she stopped taking that drug, her voice would definitely return. But what about her eyes? And why couldn't she react no matter how she moved her hands and feet?

"You must be thinking, 'Is my tongue still there? Why can't I speak?' Right? Don't think about it, my Queen. I promise you won't believe it, this is a big surprise."
Lee Jung-hwan's voice rang out again. Was he looking at me? What did he want to do? A sense of fear crept into Park Young-ae's heart. "First of all, let me tell you, 18 days have passed since the day we drank together, which is what you consider yesterday—and you still think so now, right? Something has happened. Do you want to know?" 18 days? How could that be? I was drunk yesterday, how could it be... Did I sleep for 18 days? What would happen? The fear in Park Young-ae's heart began to grow. She hated Lee Jung-hwan's voice, yet she wanted to know what had happened, whether Lee Jung-hwan was just being mysterious. So she stopped thinking and waited for Lee Jung-hwan's voice to stop.

II. Shock

Park Young-ae didn't hear Lee Jung-hwan's next words, but instead heard his footsteps slowly approaching. Suddenly, she felt a chill; Lee Jung-hwan had pulled back the blanket covering her. She could feel the coolness, so she knew she wasn't wearing anything. Lee Jung-hwan put his arms around her waist and helped her up from the bed. She felt the pain in her buttocks again. She tried to push Lee Jung-hwan's hands away, but no matter how she waved them, she couldn't touch anything.

Lee Jung-hwan supported her waist with one hand, while the fingers of his other hand gently stroked her face. "How do you feel? You're still as beautiful as ever. Oh, no, I should say you're even more beautiful now, my queen. By the way, your vision is still blurry, right? You can't see anything, can you? Don't worry, you'll see how beautiful you are soon." He knows I can't see, but what does "soon" mean? Park Young-ae started to ponder again. Does this mean my eyes are okay? She subconsciously reached out to touch her eyes, but still to no avail.

She felt Lee Jung-hwan's hand leave her face and begin to slide down, her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. "What beautiful shoulders, my queen, you'll love them." Under his caresses, she felt something strange on her shoulders, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. His hand continued downwards, to her breasts, her abdomen, her buttocks, and she felt that indescribable sensation again. Finally, his hand stopped at her private parts, and he began to slowly draw circles with his fingertips, moving inwards. Park Young-ae felt a surge of excitement. She could feel that the hair on her pubic area had been shaved, and his fingertips were sliding directly on her skin. Lee Jung-hwan's hand gradually slid inwards, moving slowly back and forth on her labia, intensifying the excitement. But he didn't continue, and Park Young-ae felt a little disappointed. “You like it, right? No rush. Let our beautiful queen see herself first, then we can continue.”

Lee Jung-hwan still held her waist with both hands, lifting her up. Park Young-ae felt herself being placed on a soft chair, her back supported, but the pain in her buttocks began to intensify. She felt Lee Jung-hwan tie a strap under her chest, and then she began to move, but she was still in the room. The movement was short, and then she felt Lee Jung-hwan adjusting the position of the chair she was sitting in. “Sorry, it’s my first time pushing a wheelchair, I’m a little unsure. Let me adjust it so you’re facing the mirror.” A wheelchair? Was she in a wheelchair? Was she paralyzed? Park Young-ae’s heart pounded.

“Wait a minute, my queen, I’m going to get something, I’ll be right back.” The footsteps left, and Park Young-ae heard the sound of the curtains being drawn. She moved her body and found that she could turn slightly to the left and right, but the strap under her chest restricted her movement, and her buttocks hurt even more.

Footsteps returned, and Park Young-ae felt a thick blanket covering her entire body, leaving only her head and neck exposed. Lee Jung-hwan supported her head with one hand, while the other hand held something over her right eye, preventing her from closing it, and then removed the object from her eye. She immediately realized she could see again, but because the curtains were drawn, the environment was a bit dark, so she couldn't see clearly. She could only tell that she was sitting in front of the large dressing mirror in the room. Lee Jung-hwan repeated the operation, and her left eye could see as well. Soon, her eyes adjusted to the ambient light, and she could see more clearly. She was indeed sitting in a wheelchair, and her face seemed normal. She stuck out her tongue and squinted her eyes; everything seemed normal.

"Can you see now? Are your eyes adjusted? I'm going to open the curtains."
Lee Jung-hwan slowly opened the curtains. The light shining from behind her was still a bit dazzling, so she quickly closed her eyes, and only slowly opened them again after a while. She saw herself in the mirror, sitting in a wheelchair, covered by a large, dark green blanket, her head and neck exposed. Her face was unchanged, except much paler, almost bloodless. She opened her mouth, took a breath, as if to say something, but only managed an "ah..." followed by a hissing sound. The sound seemed to be coming from her neck. She widened her eyes, scrutinizing herself closely in the mirror, and...and she discovered two holes in the lower part of her neck!

"You noticed? A small change, but what can you do? You got throat cancer, so you had to have a total laryngectomy. Of course, your vocal cords were also removed, poor thing. But you can still speak through your esophagus, so we made an opening there to let air through, so you can't make a sound. Your nose is useless now; you breathe through the trachea under your neck. And since air doesn't go through your nose anymore, you've lost your sense of smell. But you still have your sense of taste, so you can still eat with your mouth, but we need to plug this esophageal opening first, otherwise, the food will fall out of your neck, hehe."
Lee Jung-hwan took a small plug and plugged the hole on the right side of her neck. "That's it. But the left hole can't be covered at all, or you'll suffocate." He then plugged the hole with his finger, and Park Young-ae immediately felt suffocated. Lee Jung-hwan released his hand, and she finally caught her breath.

I have throat cancer? Total laryngectomy?? "My vocal cords are gone??? Didn't I become completely mute?" Park Young-ae was stunned by these words, her whole body reeling. Wait a minute, I've been perfectly fine, how could I have throat cancer?! She turned her head, glaring fiercely at Lee Jung-hwan. This must be your doing, Lee Jung-hwan!!! "Why are you looking at me like that, my queen? Do you really think you can't have throat cancer? That's hard to say, you've been having a sore throat lately, haven't you?"
Lee Jung-hwan smiled at her, as if he knew what she was thinking. "I really have throat cancer? How could that be?" A hint of doubt appeared in Park Young-ae's eyes.

Her change in expression didn't escape Lee Jung-hwan's notice. A cruel smile crept across his lips. "But does a sore throat mean throat cancer? That seems almost certain, especially since your sore throat is caused by a hormone I added to your water. You wouldn't get throat cancer, so how did it turn out like this? Because of me, Park Young-ae! I, Lee Jung-hwan, wanted you to become like this! Your sore throat was just a prelude to make this all seem natural. Haha! Haha!" His cruel smile was palpable as he stared directly into Park Young-ae's eyes. Park Young-ae felt a chill she had never felt before. "I underestimated you, Lee Jung-hwan!!! You planned this all along. What should I do? What should I do?!" Listening to Lee Jung-hwan's laughter, she gradually calmed down.

III. Despair.

Park Young-ae's mind raced. "I've lost my voice, but that's not the worst of it. I must find a way to get out of here. Once I'm out, there will be a way to get me back to speaking. Then I can settle accounts with Lee Jung-hwan." But damn it, why is my body still so limp? She tried to move, but it was still the same, only the pain in her buttocks intensified. She looked up at Lee Jung-hwan, then closed her eyes to rest. "You can't keep me locked up here forever. As long as I can get out, I will never let you go." A cold smile crept onto Park Young-ae's lips.

"What's wrong, my queen? You don't seem surprised at all? Aren't you angry? What are you thinking about?" Seeing her calmly close her eyes to rest, Lee Jung-hwan was a little surprised. "Oh, right, you've seen a lot, this setback is nothing to you. Maybe you've already figured out how to deal with me."

"But this is only part of the gift I'm giving you," Lee Jung-hwan continued, seeing that she wasn't affected by his words. "I think you're thinking of getting out of here first, and then coming back to deal with me, right, Park Young-ae? That must be it, isn't it? But will I let you have your way? I know you best. I was by your side when you took over the group from your father. I was 22 that year, and you were 24, right? In the blink of an eye, 12 years have passed, and I've been by your side all this time. But what have I gotten in return? I know you're a rich girl, living like a princess since you were little. You don't care about other people's feelings, not even the feelings of those who are genuinely good to you." "You're autocratic, vindictive, and always want to eliminate everything. With a personality like yours, do you think I'd give you a chance? A chance to get rid of me?"

As he spoke, Lee Jung-hwan placed his hands on her shoulders. "I think you can open your eyes now and see what my next gift is for you." He then pulled back the blanket covering Park Young-ae, revealing her upper body, and placed his hands on her shoulders again, beginning a gentle massage. Park Young-ae felt a throbbing pain in her shoulders and opened her eyes to see what was happening. The first thing she saw was her breasts, still full and firm. Then, she could hardly believe her eyes—she couldn't see her arms!!! She looked in the mirror again, still unable to see her arms. On either side of her shoulders, only two small mounds of flesh protruded slightly, each with a red scar running from top to bottom. "What happened? How is this possible? I can clearly feel my arm here, how could this be…" She turned her head and looked carefully at her right shoulder. There was indeed only a lump of flesh, no arm. She looked at her left side; it was the same. She looked up and glared at Lee Jung-hwan again. Lee Jung-hwan looked back at her, slowly sliding his hand from her shoulder to her sides, grasping the lump of flesh and gently kneading it in his hand. Park Young-ae had that strange feeling again; she could clearly feel Lee Jung-hwan's hand moving on the lump of flesh on her shoulder, yet she always felt that her hand was still there. "What's wrong? Don't you believe your eyes? This is my second gift. Are you satisfied with this scar? I had the best plastic surgeon do it for you. In a few days, the scar will fade more and more, and eventually you'll look like you were born without an arm." Lee Jung-hwan gently ran his fingers along her scar, then bent down and kissed the fleshy mass. Park Young-ae felt utterly disgusted and instinctively tried to push him away, only to see her fleshy mass twitch twice but remain motionless. "
It's no use. Your entire arm bone is gone. There's only a little muscle inside this mass. You can't make it move. And even the most advanced prosthetics won't help you at all, because you no longer have arm bones to move them."

He cut off my hand! And completely destroyed my hope of getting a prosthetic. Lee Jung-hwan, you're really ruthless. Park Young-ae gritted her teeth, but she was helpless. Suddenly, a terrible thought surfaced: my foot, what if he...? She moved her foot, but there was no reaction; her buttocks just hurt even more. She could only twist her body to try and relieve the pain. Lee Jung-hwan saw her actions. "What are you doing? Oh, I forgot, you can't sit for so long right now. Does your buttocks hurt a lot? Why? Don't worry, I'll tell you right away." He stopped stroking the fleshy mound, picked up the blanket covering Park Young-ae's lower body, and tossed it aside. Park Young-ae finally saw her entire body. Her heart sank, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Looking

in the mirror, she realized she had no legs. They had been cut off at the root. Her former thighs were now just smooth skin, forming a smooth, full connection with her buttocks. There were two red scars running from right to left, without any protrusions. Her lower body now resembled a bulb. In the center of the bulb was her genitals, where the pubic hair had been neatly trimmed, and her pink labia were clearly visible. She tried to move her legs, but there was no response. "Your leg bones were also completely removed, but to allow you to sit longer, we filled the area where your femurs used to be. It's both aesthetically pleasing and practical. I think this section is perfect." "But this makes your lower wound much bigger than your arm's, and it hasn't fully healed yet, so you're in pain, aren't you? Let me help you. Let's lie down on the bed, okay?"
Lee Jung-hwan untied the strap around her chest and picked her up. This time, however, he didn't hug her waist. Instead, he turned her to face him, supporting her thigh with his left hand and her right arm around her back, supporting her right shoulder. He carried her around the room a few times before placing her on the bed.

Park Young-ae's body was still trembling, her mind blank, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, her face expressionless. "This is my last gift to you. You're finished. It's all your own fault. Blame yourself. You're a complete cripple now. Let's see what you can do to me now. Hahahaha..."

"I'm mute... I've lost my hands and feet... I'm a cripple... How am I supposed to live..." These words echoed in Park Young-ae's mind. Two lines of tears slowly dripped down her face and onto the bed. Perhaps this was all she could do; for her, her tragic fate had only just begun.

A month passed like this. During this month, Lee Jung-hwan took care of Park Young-ae, helping her wash, eat, and relieve herself, and even turning her over to prevent bedsores. For the first half of the month, because her wounds hadn't fully healed, she remained in bed. In the second half, the wounds had almost healed, and Lee Jung-hwan let her sit in a wheelchair to sunbathe for 15 minutes each in the morning and afternoon. Park Young-ae let him do as he pleased. She had lost all hope for the future. She had tried to starve herself, but because she had only been on liquids, Lee Jung-hwan fed her through an incision in her esophagus. She was in despair.

It was another beautiful day. Li Zhenhuan came to the bedside, woke her up, and first helped her remove the adult diaper. He then lifted her up, supporting her buttocks, and placed her on the toilet—the toilet had been modified to fit her new buttocks with a custom-made seat and a backrest. It had straps on both sides, three sets on each side, corresponding to her upper chest, lower chest, and abdomen, so she wouldn't need assistance. He let her relieve herself. Then he placed her in the bathtub next to him—it was too big and deep for her now, so a children's bathtub was placed inside, just big enough to fit her body with her head and neck outside. He began to wash her, adding her own... She liked the bath salts and fragrances, which could tighten her skin. Lee Jung-hwan first let her soak for 20 minutes, then carefully washed her, especially her private parts and anus. He changed the water and rinsed her clean, dried her, and wrapped her in a large towel. Next, he placed her on a chair in front of the dressing mirror—this chair, like a toilet, had a seat cushion made of highly elastic material custom-made to fit her buttocks, and three sets of straps on both sides of the backrest. He secured her, first fixing a long tube to her tracheostomy incision, and then directing the opening to the side to prevent liquid from entering. He then began washing her face: water-cleanser-water-lotion, following her usual routine. Finally, he combed her hair, tying it into a simple ponytail and tossing it behind her head. He removed the tube, and that was it for washing up.

Lee Jung-hwan lifted her out and placed her in front of the dressing mirror, then began applying makeup. He mostly applied light makeup to her, which was different from her usual style. “I like you the way you are. Light makeup really suits you. This light purple makes you look noble and mysterious. Heavy makeup only makes you look so vulgar. What do you think?” Do I have any choice? Park Young-ae thought to herself, though she admitted that the makeup Lee Jung-hwan did for her looked better.

After finishing her makeup, Lee Jung-hwan carried her to the island sofa in front of the mirror. He sat cross-legged first, unwrapped the towel covering her, tossed it aside, and placed her in front of him. He wrapped his legs around her lower body, letting her back rest against his chest, and began applying sunscreen. He started from her chest, then her abdomen, then her shoulders. When he applied it to her breasts, he gently massaged them, rubbing them with his palms. Park Young-ae felt an indescribable comfort, but she couldn't respond, only slightly twitching her breasts. Each time she did this, Lee Jung-hwan massaged harder, causing her breasts to twitch incessantly. Finally, he applied the ointment to her lower body. Lee Jung-hwan laid her flat and continued applying and massaging. Since her pubic hair had been surgically removed, her private parts were exposed, and she had abstained from sex for over a month, so his touch aroused her. Her genitals were not exposed, not even a fleshy mass. Because the thigh muscles had been cut and repositioned into the pelvis to maintain the shape of her buttocks, she could only feel the genitals but couldn't make any control, except for twitching her buttocks. Lee Jung-hwan calmly rubbed her genitals back and forth, especially near the faint scars. She finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Ah...ah..." But Lee Jung-hwan didn't continue; he had achieved his goal. He picked up Park Young-ae, placed her in the wheelchair by the window, fastened it, and let her begin sunbathing.

The room was on the 28th floor, the tallest building in the vicinity, bathed in sunlight. Yet, Park Young-ae's feelings remained lingering on the past two weeks. For the past two weeks, Lee Jung-hwan had been doing this, stimulating and teasing her every time he applied sunscreen, stopping as soon as she became aroused. He knew her libido was very strong, and now, without even the ability to masturbate, this feeling was even more torturous. She could only writhe, rubbing her limp body against the wheelchair seat to relieve some of her arousal, while Lee Jung-hwan watched with a smile, enjoying her performance.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly. Lee Jung-hwan carried Park Young-ae back to the bed, laying her face up. Instead of putting a diaper on her as usual, he waved a feather in front of her. "Today, let's play some games you used to like to relieve your boredom. I think you'll enjoy them."
Lee Jung-hwan first gently brushed the feather on her breasts. She immediately felt something; her breasts began to twitch slightly, and her body started to sway from side to side. After brushing for a while, Lee Jung-hwan turned the feather to her breasts, near the scars. The area around her scars was particularly sensitive, and this stimulation made her feel itchy. She tried to shake her hands to get rid of the feeling, but then she saw the twitching of her breasts become more and more intense, and her body swayed more violently. Lee Jung-hwan paused, allowing her to relax slightly, before extending the feather towards the scars on her lower body. This made Park Young-ae feel as if countless tiny insects were crawling on her body, an indescribable itch. "Ah...ah...ah..." she cried out, clenching her buttocks, her mutilated body struggling desperately to escape. But Lee Jung-hwan didn't stop. He watched as Park Young-ae's limbless body struggled on the bed, continuing to stimulate her with the feather.

Park Young-ae's body thrashed incessantly, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. She clenched her teeth, the flesh in her arms writhing uncontrollably, and the muscles in her buttocks also began to twitch uncontrollably. At this moment, Lee Jung-hwan stopped. "How is it? Want to do it again?" "Ah...ah..." Park Young-ae barely had the strength to speak. Lee Jung-hwan wasn't satisfied. He placed the feather on Park Young-ae's labia and began rubbing it. "Ah...ah..."
Park Young-ae felt a tremendous impact, a long-desired yet unattainable sensation assaulting her nerves. She clenched her lower body tightly, seeking some solace from this action. Lee Jung-hwan inserted the tip of the feather between her labia, and Park Young-ae's body reacted instinctively, her juices flowing out, and her whole body began to tremble. Lee Jung-hwan pushed the feather in a little further, moving it from side to side. "How is it? You're wet, aren't you? You want it? Just say so."
Park Young-ae's mind was blank; her physiological needs overwhelmed everything. She had gone mad. "Ah...ah...ah..." A large amount of juice gushed out, and her trembling body began to convulse. Lee Jung-hwan looked at her, smiling cruelly. "So you've finally met your match. How does it feel?" He pushed the feather in a little further, and Park Young-ae's body convulsed even more violently. She could no longer make a sound.

Looking at Park Young-ae's convulsing remains, Lee Jung-hwan felt immense satisfaction. He pulled out the feathers, took off his pants, and his own penis was already erect. He half-lay down, lifted Park Young-ae's remains, and laid them flat against his chest and abdomen, his left hand grasping the fleshy mass of her left limb—she was convulsing so violently she almost fell off him—his right hand gently rubbing her vaginal opening. Park Young-ae's mouth was trying to reach his; she stuck out her tongue, hoping he would perform oral sex on her. Lee Jung-hwan bit down on it, using his tongue and teeth to receive her. Her tongue swirled wildly in his mouth, and her remains writhed even more violently. Lee Jung-hwan had no choice but to hold her with both hands. The mangled flesh of Park Young-ae's right limb, which Lee Jung-hwan couldn't hold, throbbed desperately, trying to rub against his chest. Her waist swayed from side to side, her lower body clenched tightly, seemingly searching for his penis. Lee Jung-hwan grasped both of her mounds with both hands, without releasing Park Young-ae's tongue, adjusting his position so that his penis was close to her labia, gently tapping. Her lower body relaxed, and Lee Jung-hwan slowly thrust inside. Park Young-ae's mangled body trembled violently. Lee Jung-hwan released her tongue, using both hands to position her at an 80-degree angle to himself, and slowly moved her up and down. This was an unprecedented experience for both of them, passionate and intense, leaving them drenched in sweat. The battle ended quickly. Lee Jung-hwan laid Park Young-ae down; she was completely exhausted, like a limp rag doll. He gave her a ginseng slice in her mouth and then let her sleep.

The next day, as usual, Park Young-ae felt a strange unease about what had happened the day before, while Lee Jung-hwan acted as if nothing had occurred, helping her wash, eat, and relieve herself, applying sunscreen, and holding her to sunbathe.

Another month passed, and Park Young-ae's body had basically recovered; she could now sit for two hours. That noon, Lee Jung-hwan came in carrying a large box, which looked quite heavy. He placed the box on the bed and took out its contents: a prosthetic leg, which looked remarkably realistic. "Do you like it? It was specially made for you. The appearance and weight are just like your original hands and feet. It's a pity you can't move it."
He lifted Park Young-ae into the wheelchair and began to put the prosthetic leg on her. The prosthetic leg was made of silicone; the two legs of the lower limb connected at the hips, like a pair of pants, perfectly covering her entire buttocks. It was padded with elastic material, allowing her to sit for extended periods. The prosthetic arm was separate, and the remaining flesh of her arm fit perfectly into the socket. After putting on the prosthetic leg, Lee Jung-hwan pushed her in front of the dressing mirror. "Do you know why I made you wear this today? Because the company is having a shareholders' meeting today, and you're the chairman. Even though you were hospitalized for three months because of throat cancer, you still have to attend this meeting. I've already explained your situation to the board of directors. They all know you had your vocal cords removed because of throat cancer. I also told them that your tumor is compressing your cervical spine, so you're now completely paralyzed. How about that excuse?"

Lee Jung-hwan helped her put on an adult diaper and a bra. "What should you wear today? Just wear a business suit."
Lee Jung-hwan chose a light green suit and helped her put it on slowly. The silicone prosthetic leg fit perfectly and didn't affect her at all. Lee Jung-hwan then helped her put on socks and high heels, and put on a pair of sheer gloves to cover the prosthetic hand peeking out from the cuff. He even did her makeup, a light touch. Park Young-ae looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful, elegant professional woman. Except for the two prominent holes in her neck, everything seemed normal. But the truth was, she was a cripple, a mute with no hands or feet, just a broken body! Suddenly, she thought, "The shareholders' meeting? I must tell them it was Lee Jung-hwan's doing! He's the one who made me like this!" But this thought was immediately shattered by what Lee Jung-hwan did next. He took out a pair of contact lenses and put them on Park Young-ae. "You can't see anymore, can you? Don't think that going to the shareholders' meeting will give you a chance to expose me. I'll make you blind and deaf. You won't know anything about what's happening. You'll be like a puppet, my puppet. All you can do is sit there obediently until I push you back." He then took out earplugs and put them in Park Young-ae's ears. Park Young-ae felt the world go silent. She couldn't hear anything; she was now blind and deaf, unable to speak, and without limbs—truly like a doll. Her last hope was shattered. He helped Park Young-ae put on a pair of light-colored sunglasses to conceal her slightly whitish pupils, and then they set off together.

The conference ended successfully, and they returned to the apartment. Lee Jung-hwan removed her contact lenses and earplugs. "You were so good today, I'm so glad you were so obedient," he said, helping Park Young-ae take off her clothes and removing her prosthetic leg, putting it back in its box. She was naked again. "You were so good, you deserve a reward. How should I reward you? Shall we play some more games?" Hearing this, Park Young-ae felt a surge of excitement. She began to anticipate, involuntarily letting out soft moans, "Ah...ah..." "You seem really excited, huh? Well then, let's begin."

Lee Jung-hwan carried her to the sofa, holding her close to his chest, gently caressing her breasts. Park Young-ae quickly responded; she tilted her head back, wanting a kiss from Lee Jung-hwan. Lee Jung-hwan lowered his head and satisfied her. Their tongues intertwined, and Park Young-ae's body began to tremble again. She sucked on Lee Jung-hwan's tongue forcefully, her arms trembling violently, and her waist began to twist, because this was the only thing she could do now. Lee Jung-hwan laid her flat on the sofa and pressed himself against her. This time, he didn't rush into anything, but slowly, slowly teased Park Young-ae until she reached another climax, her body convulsing uncontrollably, before he thrust inside her. Once again, they felt the joy of being one, the pleasure of lovemaking. During this process, Park Young-ae felt his love. His caresses and movements were so gentle, as if afraid of hurting her. He made her feel extremely satisfied, yet also confused her. Did he hate her or love her? He took meticulous care of her, attending to her every need, even when satisfying her, he was incredibly gentle and full of love. It was clear he loved her, yet it was he who had cut off her hands and feet, taken away her voice, and turned her into this state. It was clear how much he hated her.

V. Epilogue

Days passed by like this. Since attending the shareholders' meeting, Park Young-ae had attended several more company meetings. Lee Jung-hwan hadn't made her completely blind and deaf; sometimes he made her blind, sometimes he made her deaf. This made her understand Lee Jung-hwan's control over the company. He was indeed very good at managing the company.

After their tender moment of intimacy following the shareholders' meeting, Lee Jung-hwan stopped torturing her with abstinence. He stayed by her side every night, gently satisfying her desires. However, she felt her sexual urges growing stronger, leaving her feeling empty. She only felt fulfilled when Lee Jung-hwan was with her, wondering if it was because she couldn't masturbate. She discovered that Lee Jung-hwan had learned lip-reading; he could understand her thoughts as long as she spoke slowly.

Half a year had passed since Park Young-ae was rendered mute and without arms or legs. Lee Jung-hwan's restrictions on her lessened. At recent meetings, she attended wearing only her prosthetic legs. Of course, she didn't do anything Lee Jung-hwan didn't want her to do, because she felt she had grown accustomed to this life and didn't want to change it. She didn't know what life would be like without Lee Jung-hwan.

Lee Jung-hwan was also somewhat surprised by Park Young-ae's change. This was so unlike her; she could actually accept this prisoner's life, and despite several opportunities, she hadn't exposed him. Was she truly content to be a cripple with only a disabled body? However, he felt he was loving her more and more, because she was no longer arrogant; she was now so petite and submissive, so obedient. Every time he hugged her, he wanted to meld her into his body. Lee Jung-hwan also noticed that Park Young-ae's libido was growing stronger. Although she couldn't move her limbs or cry out, her constantly writhing body and her efforts to tease him revealed her intense desire. She was becoming increasingly adept at using her disabled body to arouse and satisfy herself; sometimes, what she did truly surprised him. Fortunately, he could still satisfy her; he wondered what would happen in the future, haha.

They were unaware that something was about to happen that would affect them both…

Before his death, Park Young-ae's father left a will she was unaware of, which commissioned a detective agency to monitor Park Young-ae and her company, investigating any unusual activity. Knowing Park Young-ae's personality and way of handling things, he feared something might happen.

The detective agency noticed something amiss three months ago. Their investigation into the throat cancer had made little progress; their breakthrough came during her subsequent rehabilitation. They discovered that Park Young-ae neither requested an artificial vocal cord nor learned esophageal speech techniques. Instead, she had an esophageal incision, which seemed highly unusual. Would the chairperson of such a large company willingly become completely mute? Later, they found her paralysis highly suspicious. She never did any rehabilitation exercises, just sat there. Was she being controlled by someone? Her assistant, Lee Jung-hwan, was the prime suspect. Since her illness, Lee Jung-hwan had been the only one by her side, and as her assistant, he managed the company in her name, effectively being the biggest beneficiary. Therefore, they focused their attention on Lee Jung-hwan.

Park Young-ae and Lee Jung-hwan were completely unaware of the detectives' work. They continued their lives as usual, handling company matters together during the day and sleeping together in each other's arms at night, including intimate moments. For Park Young-ae, the biggest inconvenience was having to put on her prosthetic leg whenever she left the apartment—it was too much trouble.

A year had passed since Park Young-ae's amputation, and she and Lee Jung-hwan had fully adapted to this life. The detectives, however, had reached their conclusion. They concluded that Park Young-ae wasn't paralyzed; it was merely a cover-up. She had most likely lost her limbs, and considering her permanent muteness, the detectives had every reason to believe that Lee Jung-hwan had orchestrated everything to seize power. They had gathered sufficient evidence, and it was time for a face-to-face meeting.

When the detectives, lawyers, and doctors arrived, Park Young-ae and Lee Jung-hwan had just finished a passionate encounter. Park Young-ae lay on the bed, still teasing Lee Jung-hwan with her small breasts; her desire was growing stronger, and Lee Jung-hwan was finding it difficult to satisfy her.

Hearing the knock, they quickly put on their prosthetic legs and assumed their positions. The lawyer presented a copy of the will, informing them of the legality of the operation. The detectives restrained Lee Jung-hwan, while the accompanying female doctor led Park Young-ae to the bathroom for a comprehensive physical examination. The examination confirmed the detectives' suspicions, but when Park Young-ae was wheeled out, her body, now without prosthetics, still shocked them. They confirmed her condition: her hands and feet had been amputated, and the remaining stumps were unsuitable for even the most advanced prosthetics; she had lost her ability to speak, and current technology could not restore her speech; she had no sense of smell, but still possessed hearing and vision. Therefore, they decided that the accompanying lip-reading expert would question Park Young-ae about what had happened.

"How did you become like this? Are you sick? Or did someone make you like this? Tell us, and we will protect you."
Hearing their questions, Lee Jung-hwan's heart skipped a beat. Did they know something? Would Park Young-ae still not expose him?
Park Young-ae didn't speak immediately. She thought for a moment, then slowly began to speak, "I wasn't sick. I was perfectly healthy before I became like this."

This statement tensed the atmosphere. Lee Jung-hwan's heart sank, while the detectives awaited the next part of the conversation. "So you mean you were deliberately made like this? Someone did it? They cut off your hands and feet and made you mute?"

Park Young-ae hesitated again before slowly answering, "Yes, it was intentional. It was all planned. Someone amputated my limbs and made me mute."

This reaffirmed the detectives' initial conclusion that it was all Lee Jung-hwan's plan. But what she said next completely surprised them.

“You all know this person, it’s Lee Jung-hwan. He amputated my limbs and made me mute. But there’s one thing you didn’t guess: I was the one who made him do it. It was all my own idea. I planned all of this, but I didn’t know my father had such a will.”

“I had Lee Jung-hwan arrange this for me. Only the two of us know about it. I wanted to be an ordinary woman, not a superwoman, someone who cares for me and cherishes me, so I did it. I made myself this way, and I’m satisfied with the past year. I don’t regret it. Your work is finished. And with your actions, I think my past should be exposed.”

The detectives left; for them, the mission was complete.
In the apartment, Park Young-ae and Lee Jung-hwan looked at each other, neither speaking.
“Do you really think that way? Are you content with this kind of life?” Finally, Lee Jung-hwan spoke first.

“I’ve thought a lot this past year. I really hate you for making me like this, but I’ve also experienced a life I’ve never felt before. I know you love me, so I can forgive you for everything you’ve done, because I love you too.”

“Is that why you haven’t exposed me? Do you really love me?”
“Yes, I might not have been able to judge before, but now I can say for sure, I love you.”
Lee Jung-hwan picked up Park Young-ae and held her close, gently stroking her. “I’m so sorry, I’ve made you suffer like this. I’m not human, how could I do this?”

“Don’t be like that, I’m fine like this now, I don’t have to do anything, yet I have everything. Come on, help me take off my clothes, I’m sweating again, and the clothes are so uncomfortable on my skin.”
Lee Jung-hwan put her on the bed, took off her clothes, and wiped the sweat off her body with a towel.
“You come to atone for your sins, I want it again…”

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