EP.67 Level 7 - Strengthen (9)

Drip, drip. A wave of pure white semen pours from my dick onto her soft, naked body. The sight of her reveling in the sticky sensation clinging to her skin while plunging her fingers into her pussy is utterly depraved. Still, I like that she's recovered enough to take another load from me.

"Haah♡ Precious semen♡ So good♡"

"Sure, we'll sell her overseas, but given her traits, she'll probably get reimported back to Korea?"

I've already connected with brokers through the managers. She was a known A-rank hunter, but now she's had her awakening stripped. No further training needed since the conditioning's done. Factoring that in, estimates suggest a pretty high price tag. I'll distribute the proceeds fairly to the victims. They've been locked up in Velvelsay for quite a while, after all—proper compensation is only right.

"Take her away."

"Yes, sir."

"Huh? Where to? W-where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere you can get more semen."

Eum Jiyoung went off like a kid being dragged to the dentist for a treat, clueless that she was headed straight to a human trafficking ring. Gotta tell them to wipe her clean—no leaks of my cum. Be careful with her.

"You got all the users' personal info?"

"Yes, sir. I've compiled and reported everyone. As you instructed, only those who approved twice or more are on the list. Single approvals have been canceled."

"Good. Go rest."

Feels like I'm a king or something, barking orders like this. Of course, tracking down everyone on that list one by one is gonna give me a headache. Staring at the data she'd organized made my head spin. Over 500 paid members for two months or more. Nearly 2,000 for just one month. Considering how hard it is to access the inner site without paying, first-timers might've stumbled in blind. That's why I excluded one-month payers.

"Still, 500 people."

With over 100 victims, 500 viewers isn't even that many—practically expected. It's just daunting thinking about hypnotizing all 500 myself. I started finalizing my pre-planned Velvelsay overhaul. No selling it off. This is a revenge gift for the victims—a time for payback disguised as comfort.

The homepage design was already coming together. Credit to Eunseong, who used to do web design. The revamped "Velvelsay Side Story: Take a Pic" system works like this:

The 100 victims become "Orderers," while managers and users like the perpetrators become "Creators." Orderers can nominate Creators and request specific videos. Creators must film and upload as long as it doesn't violate terms.

'Gotta keep it from messing with real life too much. Terms are necessary.'

Schedules and content won't interfere with essential hunter duties or daily life. Legal violations only if no harm to others, with max safety prep. If it's not debilitating—just normal life disruption—they can refuse if unwanted. Multiple orderers can request from one Creator, but no new requests on the same Creator until pending ones are done. Prevents monopolies and endless backlogs.

"Factoring in months used and extras bought..."

I began calculating each Creator's term. Base it on one month's fee per added month. A year of straight sub? One year as Creator. Managers? Unlimited. Yesterday, the managers went pale hearing about the overhaul and their endless Creator duty. These scumbags who filmed themselves get heroic leniency—be grateful. Their heads are already sold off for cash anyway.

"Everyone ready?"

"Thank you so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠much. We'll never forget this kindness."

Using the site for endless revenge? They'll never forget. I'll wipe any clues identifying me from their minds. Communication goes through the site anyway.

"Test run with managers for now. I'll register the rest one by one—wait here."

"Thank you!"

"Really... thank you..."

100 people gritting teeth through tears of gratitude. Even my chest tightened. I can't fully grasp their pain from years trapped here, but it hit hard anyway.

"You all... really suffered."

Alright, time to bag those 500 Creators.

F F F

My head's fuzzy. Overslept? The ringtone that woke me was my smartphone. I checked the screen.

Velvelsay alert. I vaguely recall subscribing recently—two months' worth?

'Revamped, so my purchase time converted to Creator mode.'

My account's Creator mode runs two months from today, non-cancelable. All incoming orders must be filmed and uploaded before it ends. Velvelsay 101. Why'd I sub, though? I was hyped, but for Creator mode? I'm a BL fan—why pay for an all-women porn site?

Orders require filming and uploading the exact content. Wasn't planning to masturbate, but no refusing now. Paid for Creator mode—rules till the end.

I propped up my phone camera, stripped off pajamas, and started stroking my pussy.

"Mm♡ Nngh..."

Plain vanilla masturbation. No hot vid to get me going—just duty—so climax was tough. Got it wet enough and uploaded.

"...Didn't say to cum."

Time to head to work. Velvelsay's a hobby—can't be late over an order.

"Huh?"

Back from work, alerts piled up. All Velvelsay?

"Uh..."

Hasty morning upload had comments. Lots borderline harassment, but it's a porn site—expected. Felt weirdly flattering.

Tons of orders stacked up. Me, popular? Objectively, I'm not bad-looking. But orderers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are way fewer than Creators, right?

"About 100 orderers. 500 Creators."

My masturbation vid already at 30 views—edging the overall ranking front page. Others were way raunchier, hotter girls.

'They acknowledge me like these pros?'

Not bad at all. Now I get why I paid. Fun sharing with a small crowd, getting props. Non-subs can't access or leak—our secret playground. No accountability, pure thrill.

'W-well, no choice?'

Already paid—gotta obey till end. If you can't escape, enjoy it. I started filming one by one.

"Too plain shower? Needed lines?"

Uploading made my heart race—like showing homework to parents. Thrill wouldn't quit.

"I-I'm E-rank hunter Yun Mireung. Don't hunt much due to low rank—office job. Still virgin, hymen intact. Oh, can't see? Spreading more..."

"Haah♡ Mm♡ Cumming♡"

"Th-this too intense? Heek♡ Hoo♡ Came so hard..."

"Mmm... Slurp♡ Haah♡ Heung♡ Slurrrp♡ Bleh..."

Film exact order. Ponder better reviews. Pumped fists at good comments, rising stars/ratings. What started as half-duty became routine. Tackled risky ones easy, stayed top ranks. Others got trashed in comments—mine gentle, boosting superiority.

Grinning at good comments today too. Then the "week left" one hit—head spun. Ending soon? Two months gone?

Trembling, checked account. Ends in 4 days.

"Wh-what..."

Thought it'd be quick fling—not my main hobby like BL. Wait, seen any BL lately? All personal time filming. Snapped to—tears streaming.

Want more orders. Film naughty vids, get love. Don't take Creator mode away...

"Not what I expected."

A person!? I wiped tears, snapped alert. Burberry coat hid pussy juice and piss mess. Could get reported.

"Calm down. I'm here to see Yun Mireung."

"Y-you know me?"

"Of course."

The man grinned: "Ace of our site? I'd be a spy if I didn't."