EP 2. The Great BBC Cult! (Religious Brainwashing)
Last summer, the world underwent World Alteration.
Yet almost no one knows the truth.
Only a handful of Awakeners are aware of it.
Even those Awakeners have scattered since the alteration, their whereabouts unknown.
No one can tell where they went or whether they are even still alive.
What troubles her most is the disappearance of the Dark Byurut-byurut Dan.
The very culprits behind this incident have vanished without a trace, as if erased overnight.
It is as though everything was simply reset.
“Hmm…”
Cha Mi-hee sat at her desk, chin resting on her hand, and let out a long sigh.
The laptop in front of her displayed a single document file.
Its title read: “The Dark Truths of the Emerging Religious Group ‘BBC’.”
The emerging religion known as BBC.
A suspicious cult that had been steadily growing its influence in the outskirts of Incheon.
According to their own claims, they had roughly two hundred thousand followers—an enormous number for a cult with such a short history and no real foundation.
And with that following, they committed all manner of atrocities.
While everything remained mere suspicion for now, rumors abounded: followers forced into sexual hospitality, pressured into making donations, families ruined after members fell under BBC’s sway.
Yet what truly concerned Cha Mi-hee lay deeper still.
A thick darkness that had never been brought to light.
That darkness was VVIP.
VVIP was the secret organization believed to be pulling the strings behind the Republic of Korea.
An evil syndicate wielding immense influence across politics and finance.
Just like the Dark Byurut-byurut Dan that once threatened the entire planet.
After they vanished, VVIP appeared as though to take their place.
The first person to raise suspicions about them had been none other than Cha Mi-hee’s senior colleague, Kim Hye-ji.
Kim Hye-ji had worked tirelessly day and night, gathering information on foot. She planted informants everywhere, meticulously collected clues, and compiled them into organized files.
The last time Mi-hee saw her senior, she had said, “I think I’ve finally found the decisive clue.” The very next day, Kim Hye-ji never showed up for work.
Nor did she ever again.
The files she had compiled also disappeared. The only thing that remained was a backup copy Kim Hye-ji had sent to Mi-hee’s email in case of emergency—yet even that had suddenly vanished.
It was downright supernatural. There were no traces of hacking in the access logs. Even the only laptop logged into the account was the one Mi-hee always carried with her, so no one else could have touched it.
And what troubled her most was this:
The original draft of the article she had written, “The Dark Truths of the Emerging Religious Group ‘BBC’,” had been completely erased.
She had never uploaded it anywhere; it had only existed as a saved file, yet someone had tampered with it.
The article was based on information she had gathered by infiltrating the BBC cult as a follower, connecting it to VVIP.
VVIP. Yes—using the materials Kim Hye-ji had passed on, Mi-hee had independently deduced that the emerging religious group BBC was connected to them.
One of VVIP’s members was Black. According to Kim Hye-ji’s files, he was a religious leader with an enormous following—and a black man.
A black religious leader was rare in Korea. Mi-hee had searched through every known religious leader and found that only the founder of BBC matched the description.
Of course, even this was not certain. The founder of BBC was a veiled figure whom only high-ranking cult officials could meet. Everything she knew came from internet rumors.
Therefore, to uncover the truth, Mi-hee had chosen to “attack the cult.”
If she could stir up enough controversy to force them into making explanations, the founder would eventually have to show his face to the public.
That was the purpose of the article she had written—yet now it was nothing but a blank page.
Of course, an article comes from a reporter’s mind. Even if the file was erased, she could simply write it again.
The problem was…
“I can’t remember…”
She could not recall what the article had contained or how she had written it.
Whenever she tried to type, the only words that came out were “I love black men.”
She had no particular preference for that sort of thing.
“Haa…”
Mi-hee clutched her forehead and let out another long sigh.
Meanwhile, the phone she had left nearby began to ring.
“Who is it…?”
When she picked it up, the call came from a “caller ID withheld” number.
It made her uneasy.
“Hello?”
Instead of an answer, a clear bell tone rang out.
Then a distorted voice spoke from the other end.
“Speak the will of BBC, follower.”
Cha Mi-hee’s expression went blank, her eyes sinking into deep darkness.
Soon she opened her mouth and answered.
“…Big Black Cock. The black man’s cock is superior, sir.”
“Who are you?”
“…I am Cha Mi-hee, an ordinary follower of BBC.”
“What is your duty?”
“To follow the teachings of BBC… to serve the superior cock…”
“From now on, I will tell you what you must do.”
“Yes… Ordinary follower Cha Mi-hee will obey the will of BBC… Please… give me your orders…”
After receiving her orders from the person on the other end of the line, Mi-hee immediately closed her laptop, packed it into her bag, and stood up.
She then went to the editor-in-chief and said,
“Something’s come up, so I’ll be heading out for the day.”
“What happened?”
When the editor asked, Mi-hee lifted the skirt she was wearing and showed him what was underneath—nothing but bare skin, with only the crotch of her stockings cut open in a large hole.
Love juices were dripping down between her legs.
“I have to provide pussy hospitality.”
A rather lecherous smile spread across the editor’s face.
“Have a good time, Mi-hee.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
With a vacant expression, Mi-hee replied, lowered her skirt again, and left the editor’s office.
She drove straight home.
Mi-hee opened a box in the corner of her room and took out the clothes stored inside.
They were an outfit the cult had prepared for her to wear during “such occasions.”
She stripped completely naked and began changing.
Now dressed in the hospitality outfit provided by the cult, Mi-hee stood in front of the mirror to check her reflection.
Her face and body were covered in cult tattoos specially engraved for followers.
Satisfied with her own lewd and vulgar appearance, Mi-hee smiled seductively, covered her face with a mask, and left the house.
As she walked toward the parking lot, people around her whispered.
“That’s the masked exhibitionist pervert who’s been showing up around the apartments lately, isn’t it?”
“Her body is fucking hot…”
“Hell yeah, new fap material.”
Ignoring them, Mi-hee hurried to her parked car, opened the door, pulled out a few tissues, wiped her thoroughly soaked pussy, laid down a plastic sheet, and sat down.
She was especially careful—if any traces remained inside the car, her “original self” might notice.
Mi-hee drove to her destination.
The place was an underground club located on the outskirts of town.
Before entering, a large man standing at the entrance scanned her up and down, then used a reader to scan the barcode engraved on her face.
Information about Mi-hee immediately appeared on a nearby computer.
“Ordinary follower Cha Mi-hee, is it?”
“Yes, that’s correct!”
Mi-hee stood at attention and answered energetically.
“Well, well. The cult doesn’t get many talents like you…”
The guard at the entrance placed his hands on Mi-hee’s breasts and pussy, groping and prodding them.
Mi-hee stood still with a flushed face and a smile, submissively accepting his touch.
One of the mindsets of an ordinary follower: to enthusiastically offer one’s body in service to the cult.
“You’re completely soaked inside. Were you always this lewd by nature?”
Mi-hee smiled and answered energetically.
“Ever since the Founder blessed me with the blessing of lewd corruption, I’ve become even more so!”
“The Founder…? A new follower like you, an ordinary member…? You really are something else. Go on in.”
The guard withdrew his hands.
He knew better than to lay hands on a woman the Founder had taken an interest in.
“Thank you!”
Mi-hee stepped inside.
Throughout the underground club, the lewd moans of women could be heard.
One of the doctrines of the BBC Cult: women exist as autonomous service devices meant to please men. Following that teaching, everyone was diligently offering up their pussies.
Mi-hee entered a room in the back.
This private room was reserved for the cult’s VIPs—those who had donated large sums or contributed greatly to the cult.
Inside, several other followers had already arrived and were conducting “worship.”
They knelt between the VIPs’ legs, clasped their hands together around the cocks, and prayed while sucking with their Mouth-Pussy.
Fellatio and paizuri prayers through Mouth-Pussy or breast-pussy were among the most sacred and traditional forms of prayer.
It was an act of repeatedly praising the BBC Cult, the Founder, and the VIPs in one’s mind while bleaching one’s filthy insides white with their holy semen.
“Ordinary follower Cha Mi-hee! I came running the moment I was summoned. I’m sorry for being late!”
Mi-hee shouted energetically while saluting.
“Cha Mi-hee, huh.”
Someone called her name from the side.
When she turned, she saw a familiar face.
Kim Gap-hwan. A former National Assembly member who had since been pushed to the sidelines but remained a powerful politician handling key party affairs.
“Never thought I’d see that arrogant bitch here. What a pleasant surprise.”
It was the secretary sexual harassment scandal involving National Assembly member Kim Gap-hwan that had once set the media ablaze.
The first person to report it had been Cha Mi-hee.
Back then, as a rookie, Mi-hee had taken on the exposé request that no one else would touch out of fear of the powerful politician, using every method available to make it public.
As a result, Mi-hee had been blacklisted from above and forced to resign shortly afterward; now she worked at a smaller internet newspaper.
But the report had also dealt a heavy blow to Gap-hwan. Not only had he failed to win re-election, his political influence had been greatly diminished.
“Still poking at beehives you can’t handle, I see. But judging by your current state, things didn’t go so well this time, did they?”
When Gap-hwan spoke in a mocking tone, Mi-hee stood at attention and answered.
“Yes! I, Cha Mi-hee, infiltrated the great BBC Cult without knowing my place to uncover information, but as you can see, I was instead converted and reborn as a faithful believer!”
“Kekeke… Come here.”
“Yes! VIP, sir!”
Mi-hee went to Gap-hwan’s side and nestled into his arms.
Gap-hwan pulled her in and kissed her, while his hand slid downward and began thrusting into her pussy.
“You lascivious thing. You’re the one who strips naked and acts coy in front of men, yet you dared to call me a sex offender? Are you going to report this as sexual harassment too?!”
Gap-hwan scolded her while roughly pinching her clitoris.
“Hng♥ N-no, sir! VIP’s touch is a sermon to a follower…♥ I should be grateful for it♥”
“Then why did you publish that article?!”
Gap-hwan struck Mi-hee’s buttocks hard as he questioned her.
“Th-that was… because I was still an ignorant fool who had not yet received the true teachings of the BBC Cult…♥ I’m sorry♥”
“You think an apology is enough? Because of you, I’m being treated like some washed-up old man!”
Gap-hwan shouted with pent-up rage as he thrust his cock into Mi-hee’s pussy.
“Haang♥ I’m sorry, VIP, sir…! Please… scold this body to your heart’s content until your anger is spent…!”