I Declare Defeat
My mind felt like it was about to fly clean out of my skull.
"Heh. This ain't gonna work."
When I refused to listen, he clicked his tongue and yanked his cock free in one wet pull.
Pop—!
"Haa… haa…"
He hauled me upright as my legs shook and buckled, then roughly yanked my cow-print swimsuit down.
Riiip—!
The tight fabric peeled away, and my massive breasts and bare body bounced free under the studio lights.
"Hang in there, you bitch! We've got money to make!"
He seized my waist, forced me back into a position that looked good on camera, and without a second of rest shoved that monstrous weapon back inside.
Squelch—! Slap!
"Hnn… hyaaaaah!"
Thudududud—!
The instant he speared the deepest point, the climax I had been holding back burst out of me against my will, a flood of fluid spraying across the floor like a dam collapsing.
I was face-down on the desk, gasping for air, when his irritated voice came from behind me.
"Hey, you bitch! Put some strength in those legs and hold yourself up! You're heavy as hell—I'm dying here."
I forced my head up toward the monitor. On camera three, my legs were trembling like a newborn calf's, wobbling on the verge of collapse.
He had locked his hands around my lower belly and was bracing my entire weight with his body.
I could barely register even that. My eyes were rolling, pupils shaking as if they were about to flip white any second.
"Puhah! Hya… hyaaa!!!"
I didn't want this dizzying orgasm to end. I wanted to wallow in it longer, thicker, denser.
But my body wouldn't obey.
I clung to the shreds of my consciousness and forced my mouth open.
"I… I declare… defeat… ugh… Can we please rest a little first? Oppas… can't you let me rest just a bit…?"
Even my desperate surrender earned no mercy from the chat.
Hate comments poured in—and then my real fans stretched out a hand of salvation.
"Haa… haa… thank you, oppas… Just a little rest and I'll show you how I really play."
I ignored every insult scrolling past and tried to push myself up, thanking the oppas who'd thrown money so I could rest.
That hope shattered in under a second.
"Heheh! No worries, hyungnims! You think I can't handle one half-conscious slut?!"
The second the deposit cleared, that Pervert-ju bastard whooped with joy, snatched my hips as I tried to flee, and slammed his waist into me all over again.
Squelch—! Slap!
"Hyaaaaah!"
Thwack—! Slap!
"Puhhh—nnngh!"
Squelch—squelch, slap! Thud, thud, thud!
"Huk—uk—uk! Hey… you fucking pervert bastard! Wait!! Just wait a second!!"
"Shut up, you fucking bitch! I'm nowhere near done! Earn that money—hold on!"
His merciless pistoning never stopped, crushing the deepest parts of me without a shred of pity.
"Hnn… hnn… hyaaaaaaah!!"
Thudududud! Drip… drip…
Pleasure kept crashing in wave after wave. My body turned into a broken faucet, gushing juices and spray until the floor was a soaked floodplain.
My mind was drifting far away, about to log out of reality entirely—
When suddenly—lift.
"Uh…?"
A weightless floating sensation hit me as my body left the ground.
"W-what are you… trying to…?"
Through my hazy vision, the man on the screen was lifting me up in the exact same posture he'd been fucking me from behind.
My upper body dangled in midair. He had my thighs locked in a firm grip, holding me like a piece of luggage.
Feet off the ground. Completely helpless. Nowhere to run, nowhere to brace.
"Hnn… hey, Pervert-ju… I'm really gonna die… I'm gonna die like this!"
I shook my sweat-soaked head hard out of pure terror, but he acted like my begging never reached him and drove his hips up.
Thwack—! Slap! Thud, slap-thud, thud, thud!
"Hya… haaa… kyaaaaang."
My hole was stretched so wide it almost looked pitiful, and still he showed no sign of stopping.
"Heh. Fucking bitch. These milk jugs are insane."
"Hya, hya… fuck, shut up…"
Every time he thrust upward, my massive breasts bounced against gravity in an elastic, dizzying display.
Squelch, slap.
"Hnn…"
Maybe I was just too sensitive. I could feel every single vein on his throbbing, flushed cock twitching and scraping my inner walls in vivid detail.
"Hnn… hnn… I'm going… I'm going! Hyaaaaah!"
"Hmph! Fuck, this bitch squeezes good."
Squelch—! Slap!
"Hnnnnngh!"
I was cresting, dumping another tidal climax, and he still didn't ease up.
He drew his hips back in a long pull, then slammed up again without mercy. Sharp pleasure stabbed through my sex and hammered my brain, dumping dopamine in a flood.
"I'm dying… I'm really… dying!"
"Then die, you bitch!"
Squelch—! Slap!
He kept pounding that club into me while holding me aloft, ignoring every plea.
"Hyak! Hyak! Hyaaang!"
Spots deep inside I hadn't even known existed kept getting hit, and it felt so good I truly thought I was going insane.
At this rate I was going to cross a river I could never come back from.
"Please, stop… stop…"
"Heh. Fucking bitch, this is seriously hot… You wanna rest?"
"Yeah. Yeah. I wanna rest."
More than rest, I just wanted out of this dangerous feeling that he was about to claim my life.
"Fine. I'll let you rest."
For a split second his gentle tone almost let me relax.
Squelch——! Slap!
"Hyaaaaaah!"
Letting me rest had been a bright-red lie. He'd lulled me into dropping my guard, then drove his cock up even harder.
Splash—!
Another surge of fluid burst free.
I tried to cover myself with my hands out of sheer shame, but in the fog of my fading mind my arms wouldn't listen—they just hung limp.
"Hnnngh. I'm cumming!! You fucking bitch!"
"Hnnnnngh."
It already felt like he'd cut my throat and it was too late—but the word cumming still sounded so welcome, so sweet.
Throb-throb! Spurt! Spurt! Throb-throb-throb!
Right against the mouth of my womb, I felt hot liquid force its way in like it was about to explode.
"Puhh, puhh… hnn…"
That sensation was so sharp and clear that a stream of fluid trickled from my sex like a brook, running down his thighs and onto the floor.
On the monitor, a woman hung limp with her tongue out. That was clearly me—and somehow not me at all. A strange, hazy feeling washed over me.
"Hnn… hnn… hnn…"
Yura dangled from my arms like a sack of cargo, eyes completely unfocused, drool and foam dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"Hyungnims! This bitch is totally fried!"
I shoved the panting Yura toward the camera and shouted.
The chat's firepower showed no sign of cooling. And in the upper-right corner, the number.
Almost five hundred thousand.
An unprecedented number in the entire history of Korean adult broadcasting. I was moved beyond words.
"Hahaha! Hyungnims! Overwhelming thanks!"
I dipped my head in a little bow.
I wonder if this bitch even knows.
Even while I was railing her full-throttle earlier, donations had kept exploding for tens of millions of won.
Every time one hit, her eyes would roll back like she was passing out—then the cash notification sound would snap her focus back like a zombie, and she'd stare at the screen and giggle.
"Hehe… money… money…… hehehe… ah!"
Pass out, wake up, maniacal laughter. It repeated over and over until her brain finally fried and left her like this.
"Heh. Crazy bitch."
"Hehe, hehe… hehe…"
Keeping a completely vacant, deranged-looking girl hoisted in my arms was making my arms go numb. But I didn't stop.
This was money.
Like a pro, I clamped her thighs even tighter and aimed her ruined sex straight at camera one for an unfiltered close-up.
Drip…
Through her slackened hole, the evidence of what I'd dumped into her was still oozing out in thick pulses.
"Hey, you fucking femmie bitches! See that?! This is a woman! How good does it have to feel before she blacks out, huh?! Stop shitting out of your mouths and put those lower holes to their proper use for once! Quit spewing brain-dead garbage out of the top hole! Got it?!!"
At my roar, the chat accelerated into pure insanity.
Whether their mental states had truly shattered and they'd fled, or whether they'd been intoxicated by the overwhelming scent of a dominant male—either way, the text that used to scold and condemn me had vanished as if it had never existed.
"Hahahaha. What did I say when I posted on the forums? That I was the feminists' one and only savior, right?"
I wore a crooked smile and stared straight into the camera lens.
"You curious why I said that shit?!"
The viewers' curiosity hit its peak.
"Hahahaha."
I carefully set the limp Yura down on the floor, just off-camera.
She was still panting with that dazed expression.
I swept my sweat-soaked hair back and stepped dead center into the frame again.
"First things first! We need dessert, don't we?!"
"Right! And this is deeply related to the main topic! Just hold on a little. Now then! Please welcome our special guest!"
I grabbed Ha-young—who'd been filming me from off-screen—and dragged her into the frame against her will.
"M-me? Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Alright! Our editor, Miss Gat-ban-in! If someone offered you a huge sum of money right now, how would you price your value while still wearing that mask?"
Of course the real plan was to sweet-talk her carefully until even the face came off—but I was going to peel away her psychological walls one layer at a time and pull her into this swamp.
Fortunately, it seemed to be working.
Ha-young's eyes were full of hesitation and conflict, but she wasn't thrashing to escape my hold.
I decided this girl needed a little more shaking while she was still stuck in her thoughts.