Nakazawa Hinami's Virginity Loss.MOV
The video file seemed to stretch on forever. No matter how far I dragged the scroll bar, the end was nowhere in sight. It began with shots of her in revealing outfits, then progressed to images where she teasingly exposed her nipples. And then—
In stupid, degrading poses. Hands covering only her eyes while the most intimate part of her as a woman dripped with that man's cum. Every secret the two of them shared was crammed into this single folder.
“…”
It made me want to vomit. I couldn't understand the man who filmed this filth. I couldn't understand the two women who let him. It wasn't like I hadn't expected something like this, but I couldn't bring myself to dig through it all. I never imagined there would be this much. I never imagined it would be this disgusting.
“...Haa.”
Still, I took a deep breath. Using the same routine I often relied on right before stepping onstage, I somehow cooled my head and began going through the folder one by one.
“…”
Aside from about a dozen or so ordinary food photos, everything else was pictures of the two of them. Roughly eighty percent were of my sister. The remaining twenty percent were of Hinami. The level of explicitness was similar for both, but my sister had a few decent shots that could have been posted on Instagram. Hinami's folder mostly contained saved screenshots from broadcasts or her Instagram, with a few mixed in.
…But the way those normal photos were scattered among the rest only made it more nauseating.
Quite a few videos were mixed in with the images too. Some were handheld shots where the focus shook constantly; others were fixed-camera recordings of obscene acts. The majority of those were also of my sister. Hinami's videos weren't nearly as numerous.
…Except for one.
A single video file, deliberately placed in its own folder labeled '1' as if it were especially important, drew my cursor like a magnet.
The title read: Nakazawa Hinami's Virginity Loss.
I only recognized one of the Chinese characters at the end, but I knew the first four.
> Nakazawa Hinami's Virginity Loss.MOV
“Ahem, um. Ah… what was I going to say again?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Oh, right. Greetings. Hello, I'm Hinami. Nice to meet you.”
Nakazawa Hinami. My friend's real name. The Chinese characters I'd occasionally seen in documents. They were so complicated that they'd actually become familiar.
“The person next to me is Jia's boyfriend… I mean, Jia's older sister's boyfriend.”
She almost slipped up. The owner of those characters smiled with a slightly flushed face, wearing the same camera-ready smile she'd practiced with us for so long.
“He's not exactly her boyfriend.”
“Ah, that's right. Not her boyfriend… more like her Master? Right?”
“…Yeah, something like that.”
The two of them sat side by side on the bed.
“Anyway, I've brought Jia's older sister's Master here today… um… to play a game.”
“What game?”
“Mahjong or Rich Man… Oh, Oppa, do you know those?”
“Do I look like I wouldn't?”
“…And doesn't mahjong need four players? There's only two of us here.”
“What? You already knew that.”
She pretended not to be embarrassed. Pretended to be confident.
“Then I guess we'll have to play something else. Um… how about rock-paper-scissors?”
“What are we betting?”
“This.”
She wore the same face she sometimes showed the older girls in the group when they praised her cuteness—the bold yet shy expression that hid her true feelings.
“That puts me at a disadvantage. I only have one piece of underwear on.”
“Then I'll count your socks as one outfit. …In exchange, you'll have to count this as one outfit for me too.”
She started the game with him.
“Okay, let's go right away! Rock-paper-scissors!”
She won.
“Then one more time. Rock-paper-scissors… Ah, I lost.”
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and follow the rules.”
“I know, I know. …There. Happy now?”
His clothes came off piece by piece.
“Hey. That's cheating.”
“You never said I couldn't take something off and put something else on. You can do the same, Oppa.”
Pfft. Hinami's outfit changed into the one she'd worn when we filmed the music video together.
“Whoa…”
She looked genuinely surprised in a way that didn't suit her at all. With her small hands, she traced his hard muscles.
“Hurry up. Rock-paper-scissors.”
She lost again.
“…This is a little embarrassing.”
“What is?”
“My body looks so pathetic compared to yours, Oppa…”
For a moment, the bra that appeared on screen—
“…Cheating again.”
It was briefly hidden by the nurse outfit I'd seen with my own eyes, only to be revealed again between buttons that weren't fastened at all.
“You just have to win, Oppa. Win.”
Despite her confident attitude, her voice carried the same excited tone I often heard from her on stage.
“Now I have to take everything off right away.”
My friend, who had lost yet again—
“…I don't want to?”
Instead of removing the clothes she was wearing, she unhooked her bra.
“Ah, I didn't say you could touch me yet…”
“This doesn't count as touching your body, does it?”
To a piece of trash like Kang Juhyuk, she offered her droplet-like breasts and her cute little nipples.
“…Next round.”
After that, she somehow won one round.
“…Take it off, Oppa.”
She stripped him.
“Uwa…”
Her gaze was stolen by his cock.
“…Can I compare it to my dildo?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“It's… similar.”
“It's not fully hard yet today.”
She brought out a toy I never would have imagined she owned and even compared them.
“…Let's play rock-paper-scissors one more time, Oppa.”
“I don't have anything left to take off.”
“The rule is, if you have nothing left to remove, you do whatever the winner says.”
“…Fine.”
Like always, she kept begging for another round.
“…Aren't you staring a little too hard?”
“You really like string panties, don't you?”
“Want to pull them off?”
She won again. That competitive girl who never wanted to lose even when betting with the older girls in the group—
“If you pull them… ah.”
“…I'm embarrassed.”
“Bullshit.”
The girl who always fought desperately not to lose—
“…Do you want to see more closely?”
“If I win.”
“It's your turn to lose this time, Oppa.”
Again and again.
“Ah, I lost again… That's weird. How many losses in a row is that?”
“Only three.”
She kept throwing rock.
“But I don't have anything left to take off… What do you want me to do?”
“Lie down.”
She obediently showed rock, obediently accepted defeat.
“I'm lying down.”
“…Spread your legs.”
“Ah, you have to win for that. It's against the rules to give two commands at once.”
Before she knew it, her body had become completely naked.
“…Oppa, you're not going to do anything weird, right? Four losses in a row is suspicious.”
“I did exactly what I always do.”
Again. Again. Again, she deliberately, forcibly lost.
“…You're such a baby. Well, I guess. We first met at that waxing salon, didn't we?”
“I didn't get waxed.”
“What?”
“I just went along with Jia.”
…This was her original self. She was revealing secrets I'd never known to that man alone.
“So, did looking at this baby's pussy turn you on, Oppa?”
An idol, uttering words she should never say.
“Ah, it's getting bigger. Hehe…”
“…Spread them.”
“I already did. …If you want more, you have to win again.”
An idol, doing things she should never do.
“Ah, I lost again. Oppa, you're too good at this…”
“Spread them.”
“You can't make an idol do such embarrassing things.”
To a man who wasn't even her fan.
“…How is it?”
“…What the hell are you?”
As an idol. As a woman.
“Why? …How old do you think I am? There's nothing strange about it.”
“After buying something like that. What the—
…Realistically, there's no way something that big could fit inside such a tiny body, right?”
Her purity. Her innocence. She revealed it all to that man. And to this camera.
“Back when I was a trainee, I didn't even have a phone. After debut, I was too busy to have any free time. I've only recently started to have some breathing room.”
The days I thought I knew.
“…So, to be honest, I've never even kissed anyone.”
“After sucking cock like that?”
“That was just practice… Ah, but our lips didn't touch. I only took it down my throat.”
The days I knew nothing about.
“But when I sucked Oppa's, I don't really remember… Did our lips touch?”
She kept talking.
“…Still, if my first kiss was with Oppa's cock, I don't think that's so bad.”
To that man.
“So… you don't want to give me your first time either?”
A face she'd never once shown to her fans.
“Okay then… Rock-paper-scissors.”
Again—
“Ah… I lost again. What should I do?”
She lost.
“…You can bring your phone if you want. …Since I lost again.”
No matter what Kang Juhyuk had told me, the words I couldn't believe were slowly becoming reality.
“Ah, I didn't say you could film this close…”
“Shut up and spread them.”
“…Yes.”
The filming method I'd only glimpsed in that passing photo was now laid completely bare on the screen.
“Hey, Oppa. What's your impression? …Of seeing an idol's untouched purity that no one else has ever seen?”
“I'm speechless.”
“Why? I've only been an adult for a little while. Is it that weird that an idol hasn't had sex?”
“…What's weird is that a perverted bitch like you has never stuffed a dildo inside herself.”
To Kang Juhyuk, who degraded her like this, treated her like nothing more than a perverted dog, and gave her treatment worse than a rag—
“But isn't it a waste to lose my virginity to a dildo? …There are probably tons of people who'd pay a hundred billion won for this.”
“You could've picked any handsome guy in the entertainment industry and fucked him.”
“But… all the guys there are just cowardly chicken shits. They're not my fans, they already have girlfriends, and they don't have good personalities or skills. They're just guys with decent bodies.”
To a man who was only good at one thing—
“…Someone like Oppa, who rapes a woman, blackmails her, creampies her nonstop, fucks her right in front of me, and makes her act all cute and submissive.”
Hinami, who was fawning over him in every possible way.
“They're not bold enough to gaslight an innocent older sister like Haeun-unnie and turn her into a sex pet… So what charm could those kinds of people possibly have?”
After years of living together, always cheering her on from the side.
“…What do you want from me by saying all that?”
“What do I want? Well…”
A friend and colleague.
“…Like Haeun-unnie.”
She smiled at him. With the same smile she always made when looking in the mirror.
“What?”
“Don't you want to brand me too, Oppa… so deeply that I'll never forget it with either my body or my heart?”
To my older sister's boyfriend. To the man who had treated me like a fool. She shyly spread open her most precious place.