Turning Han Sang-mi Into a Cumrag (8)

Kang Geon finally thrust deep and began to cum, grinding his hips in slow circles.

“Huuuaaaang!”

Han Sang-mi let out a sweet, helpless moan, completely lost in the sensation. She squeezed her eyes shut and hung her head low, looking utterly pathetic. It was an incredibly arousing sight.

Kang Geon pulled his cock out and stepped off the bed. Park Sun-woo swept the camera over Han Sang-mi’s entire body from head to toe, then zoomed in to capture the thick semen oozing from her spread pussy. He ended the shoot with a final close-up of her completely ruined, pleasure-drunk face.

“Fuck, I’m so horny I can’t hold back anymore.”

Park Sun-woo, whose lust had been stoked while filming, pounced on Han Sang-mi. That night, she was tormented by three men inside the motel until dawn, all while being recorded on video.

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In Korea, there were many inviter organizations. Among them, the five largest and most influential in Korean society were known as the Five Great Inviter Organizations.

The chaebol-centered Society.

The celebrity-centered Muse.

The politician-centered Jinilhoe.

Cheondo, which operated mainly in Ferum rather than Korea and pursued raw military power.

And finally, the villain-centered Hellfire.

These five organizations managed the Korean inviters in Ferum, controlled their numbers, and worked to keep the existence of both inviters and Ferum hidden from the public. Their control was oppressive and absolute, leaving Korean inviters with no choice but to obey. Those who disobeyed faced public pressure at minimum, and if deemed uncontrollable, they were simply killed.

But then a being named Kang Geon appeared—one who had brutally smashed their will to pieces. The inviter community was thrown into chaos, and the Five Great Organizations called an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

“Is the identity of the Hospital Villain still completely unknown?”

Park Ji-hwan, a representative of Society, asked while staring pointedly at Seong Hwayeon.

Seong Hwayeon immediately flared up. “Why are you looking at me when you say that? Do you still think this was all some self-staged act by us?”

“A figure of that caliber couldn’t have just popped out of nowhere. There must be an organization behind him, and the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠most likely suspect is obviously Hellfire.”

“What did you just say?”

Seong Hwayeon slammed her hand on the table with a loud bang.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. We came here to discuss, not to fight,” said Yang Jun-hyung, the central figure of Muse and a famous producer, calming the two snarling opponents.

“It’s not like someone that powerful has to be raised by an organization. They could have appeared naturally. Isn’t Ferum a pretty big place?”

“Is Muse feeling that relaxed now that you’ve secured a prospective S-class?” Seong Hwayeon shot back.

The prospective S-class Muse had recruited was, of course, Lee Yu-na.

“We’re managing her well. Results should show soon.”

“You’re not thinking of offering sexual favors to Jinilhoe, are you?”

“Come on. Why would something like that come up here? Let’s focus on dealing with the Hospital Villain.”

“Before that, stop suspecting Hellfire—especially me.”

“Understood. Representative Park Ji-hwan agrees, yes?”

“For now, yes. But do we really need to discuss how to handle the Hospital Villain? Committing terrorism without our permission is a capital offense regardless of the reason.”

“The representative is correct. It’s the death penalty. The real issue is which organization will hunt down this presumed A-class individual and use him to restore discipline to the shaken Korean inviter society.”

Eliminating an A-class inviter would require considerable resources. In Hellfire’s case, their A-class leader Seong Hwayeon would have to move personally.

“Yejin?” Yang Jun-hyung said, looking at Im Yejin.

“What?”

“Don’t you have any thoughts on this?”

“This happened in Korea. We have no interest. Handle it yourselves.”

It was a typical response from Cheondo, which pursued power in Ferum. They remained lukewarm about matters in Korea but were extremely proactive when it came to issues in Ferum.

“Simple and clean. Then what about your thoughts, Assemblyman Cho Jae-yoon?”

Assemblyman Cho Jae-yoon was from Jinilhoe and had entered the National Assembly as a proportional representative.

“Jinilhoe’s position is the same as everyone else’s. The Hospital Villain is a villain trying to shake the very foundations of society. He must be captured and killed to protect the order of Korean inviter society.”

Though they all spoke of restoring discipline and protecting social order, their true goal was simply to eliminate the impure element who had caused terrorism and thereby solidify the control of the Five Great Organizations. To comfortably pursue profit and maintain power, anything that suddenly stuck out had to be crushed.

“Since the assemblyman feels the same, we will proceed with eliminating the Hospital Villain. Now we must decide which organization will carry out the removal.”

“I’ll do it,” Seong Hwayeon volunteered.

“Hellfire? That’s unusual.”

“Because I’m sick of the way you all look at me with suspicion. I don’t want to keep feeling wronged either. In return, make sure you pay the Laria properly. One billion each.”

“You don’t need one billion Laria to catch a single A-class, do you? No—ten billion per organization means forty billion total. That’s an absurd amount. We cannot agree,” Representative Park Ji-hwan said.

“If you don’t like it, you catch him yourselves.”

“If we use Society’s mercenary team, we can reduce the cost to under one billion.”

“Then Society should do it.”

“Stop fighting, both of you. In any case, Representative Park Ji-hwan thinks one billion is too much. I agree. So let’s negotiate it down.”

“Eight hundred million. I won’t accept anything less.”

“Eight hundred million is still ridiculous!”

“If you hadn’t suspected us, I wouldn’t have asked for this much.”

“Are we not even allowed to have reasonable suspicion?”

“Enough! Since Representative Park Ji-hwan’s suspicion was justified, we’ll go with eight hundred million. That seems like a fair price for everyone.”

At Yang Jun-hyung’s words, Representative Park Ji-hwan nodded with a displeased expression. In the end, the four organizations each sent eight hundred million Laria to Seong Hwayeon, for a total of three billion two hundred million Laria.

Seong Hwayeon stood up abruptly. Her rich, crimson hair swayed. The tight dress she wore revealed every curve of her body. The three men naturally felt lust stir as they looked at her figure. Imagining pinning down the fierce beauty with their entire bodies and pumping her full of thick semen was something no man could avoid thinking about. However, as veterans of social life, they were skilled at controlling their expressions and gazes. Their faces showed no change whatsoever.

“Hmph. I’ll show you that bastard’s face soon, so look forward to it.”

Seong Hwayeon snorted as if she could read every dirty thought in their minds, then put on her leather jacket and left the conference room. The men’s eyes locked onto her twitching ass and luscious thighs.

Kang Geon was systematically destroying Han Sang-mi’s life.

First, he made her post photos on Onstar every day—cleavage-heavy shots, crop tops and hot pants that revealed plenty of skin. Her feed was packed with lewd captions.

Any horny teenager or early-twenty-something could jerk off just by looking at Han Sang-mi’s Onstar account.

What Park Sun-woo enjoyed most was making her get waxed. Almost every woman went to a female waxing technician, but Park Sun-woo ordered Han Sang-mi to get waxed by a male technician and then fuck him. He even threatened that if she failed, she should prepare for her pussy to be set on fire.

With half her spirit already broken, Han Sang-mi forced herself to act excited, filmed the entire waxing process and the subsequent sex with the technician on her phone. The male waxer initially refused, but when Han Sang-mi seduced him with her stunning body, pulled down his pants, and took his cock into her mouth, he eventually tasted her pussy.

The sex at the waxing shop that day was naturally uploaded to Sexnet and received a very positive response.

Meanwhile, Park Sun-woo went around various online communities and steadily posted Han Sang-mi’s hidden lewd photos. Her recognition grew higher and higher.

Once interest in her had risen to a suitable level, Park Sun-woo invited Han Sang-mi as a guest on his own broadcast.

The moment Han Sang-mi appeared on stream wearing a mini dress that flaunted her slutty figure, the chat exploded. The number of viewers skyrocketed. Park Sun-woo cheered at the record-breaking influx and began introducing her.

“Her name is Han Sang-mi. She’s twenty-one years old. She’s a second-year student in the Department of Public Administration at Sung Han University.”

As Park Sun-woo rattled off her personal information, the chat exploded again. The viewers were asking if it was okay to do this to a real woman.

“It’s fine. It’s totally fine. This bitch is a total cumrag who can’t live without cock. If you tell her to spread her pussy for any guy, she’ll open her legs immediately. Don’t worry about the rag, just get your dicks ready to jerk off, bros.”

Park Sun-woo laid out drinks and snacks on the table and began the proper drinking broadcast.

“You’re curious how I met her? My friend is the one who turned her into a cumrag. The day he introduced her, the three of us passed her around.”

As he spoke, Park Sun-woo lightly tapped Han Sang-mi’s flushed cheeks. She had no choice but to silently endure the incredibly humiliating act.

“She’s had some drinks, so let’s start the missions. You guys ready to spam those hearts like crazy?”

Park Sun-woo posted the mission list on screen. There were relatively tame ones like kissing, hugging, sexy dance, cat pose, foot clapping, and outfit changes, as well as lewd ones like groping her breasts over her clothes, fake oral, fake doggy style, and fake cowgirl.

“We’ll play around for about two hours before moving to the adult room, so don’t blow your loads too early, bros. I’ll take my top off and show you everything later, and eventually we’ll switch platforms for a full fuck show.”

Even though the viewers demanded they go straight to the adult room, Park Sun-woo refused and kept teasing them. Still, not a single person left. The number ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of incoming viewers only increased.

“Thank you, sir, for one thousand hearts! Since she’s a total cumrag, there will definitely come a day when she sucks your dick, bro!”

With hearts constantly popping off, Park Sun-woo continued the drinking broadcast with glee. After raising the mood with moderately lewd acts during the drinking segment, they moved on to the adult broadcast.

“Alright, minors, goodbye~. Come back when you’re adults~. If you’re impatient, use your parents’ accounts. But no refunds.”

The adult room missions were far more obscene and vulgar than before. He set missions up to the maximum level allowed on his platform: ahegao, breast sucking, tit oil massage, writing on her body, anal plug insertion, nipple clamps, and more.

As soon as the adult broadcast began, hearts poured in from the viewers, forcing Han Sang-mi to take her top off. The moment her beautifully shaped, large breasts were revealed, the viewers groaned and began furiously stroking their cocks.

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Han Sang-mi had been half-forced into appearing as a guest because of Kang Geon. Before the broadcast started, she had been full of resentment. But she knew she would be punished if she half-assed it, so she threw herself into the performance. Before she realized it, she had become immersed in the broadcast—and had even begun to enjoy it.