Yggdrasil (2-43)

Han Bom wore a modest little smile as she watched the messages rolling up the chat window.

"Well, at least it's a good thing I finally found a man I like."

"You wanna die?"

Han Bom laughed as she watched the absurd conversation flooding the chat.

They had always been irritating creatures.

Sure, they had helped her in dangerous moments, but she could never bring herself to like people who treated her crises so lightly.

Yet looking at the situation now, she realized something.

'As long as I'm here, I'm going to keep seeing these bastards. I should open my heart a little and take whatever I can get out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them.'

Before she met Sung Su-ho, Han Bom had lived every day under a cloud of anxiety.

In that state, beings like these only made her mental state worse; they never helped.

<o>But things were different now.

She had someone she wanted to walk side by side with.

She had developed the desire to be useful to him, to never become a burden.

With a slightly flustered expression from the channel chatter, Han Bom muttered,

"Ah… come to think of it, I never turned it off earlier when I was with Ajeossi. From now on, I'll turn the channel off while we're doing it~"

At her words the channel's inhabitants exploded, spamming the chat in a frenzy. Along with the messages, sponsorships and missions began pouring in one after another.

…

…

The sponsorships alone added up to a hundred thousand.

If she cleared every mission, she could rake in roughly three hundred thousand Points.

The mission contents ranged from keeping the stream on for a full day to maintaining it until they reached the village, but the core demand was identical.

Do not turn off the broadcast!

Han Bom stared at the screen with a look of genuine surprise.

'…This is way better than I expected.'

The scale of the sponsorships and missions was on a completely different level from anything she had seen before. Even the channel's inhabitants clearly did not want to miss a special scene like this.

'This is it… I can't just keep receiving help from Ajeossi. I have to become useful somehow too.'

Having reached that conclusion, Han Bom wrapped up the channel conversation.

"Alright. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠won't turn it off. But… while I'm with Ajeossi, try not to ruin the mood, okay? Got it?"

Han Bom snorted a quiet laugh at the chat window, then turned her full attention back to Sung Su-ho.

'Han Yeo-reum will come back to life anyway… I just don't want Ajeossi getting hurt and ending up in the same kind of danger as before.'

To Han Bom now, the life of the man she loved and the life of the regressor Han Yeo-reum were no longer things she felt any need to weigh against each other.

'Using Han Yeo-reum to grab Ajeossi's heart really does work well.'

The reason she kept throwing Han Yeo-reum under the bus while she was with Sung Su-ho was precisely to capture his heart.

Completely unaware that she was being filmed in secret, Han Bom had decided to use her brother thoroughly.

Sung Su-ho hated Han Yeo-reum.

Remembering that, the closer she grew to Su-ho, the more she deliberately spoke and acted in ways that cast her brother aside.

And she could feel how extraordinarily effective that method was.

Han Bom gently laid Sung Su-ho down and climbed on top of him.

"I'll show you proof that I like you… right here."

Already naked, she began undressing him piece by piece.

First his top, then his pants, and finally… his underwear.

Even before she pulled them down, she could see his cock twitching restlessly inside the fabric.

To her eyes it looked like a serpent thrashing in agony, trapped inside a cave.

With trembling hands she slowly took hold of his underwear. Sung Su-ho looked down at her with an arrogant posture—shoulders squared, a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed at her. That look made Han Bom's heart pound violently.

Haa… haa… this is turning me on…

Even while holding such a humiliating pose, she felt nothing unpleasant.

Instead her heart hammered as if it would burst, pumping blood straight into her lower abdomen.

In that heated state she was just about to pull his underwear down with her hands when—

"Han Bom."

"Yes?"

Sung Su-ho called her name and whispered a request into her ear. The request was enough to fluster even her. But being flustered was not enough to make Han Bom stop here.

"Huu… seriously…"

"Mm… maybe I asked for too much…"

"Shh. Quiet…"

"…"

Han Bom gave a hollow little laugh and once again brought her face to his underwear. She had already loudly declared that she would show him proof of her feelings. Backing out now with a "that's a bit much…" would only mean going back on her own word.

'If it's something Ajeossi likes… I should do it.'

She lowered her head and carefully took his underwear between her lips.

Humiliation, disgrace, and degradation seeped into her mind and began to gnaw at her spirit.

Yet Han Bom did not stop.

Even while the channel's inhabitants went wild, her actions never faltered.

She gripped the pheromone-soaked fabric with her mouth and dragged it steadily downward, stripping it from his lower body.

She pulled the underwear all the way to his feet and finally managed to free it.

Normally her brow would have furrowed from the sheer humiliation.

Instead, drunk on the scent of his pheromones, her eyes went unfocused as she held the underwear firmly between her lips like a dog, refusing to drop it.

Anyone watching would have called it the act of a complete pervert, but such thoughts never even entered Han Bom's head.

She was already under Subjugation, and Sung Su-ho's requests occupied an enormous share of her mind; rejection simply did not exist.

And so the image of Han Bom holding his underwear in her mouth like a dog was captured with perfect clarity on the recording.

Han Bom, holding a man's underwear in her mouth like a degenerate. Han Yeo-reum watched her without a single ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠filter.

'AAAAAAARGH!!! FUCK!!!'

The sight of his sister with underwear clenched between her lips swam through Han Yeo-reum's brain, branding itself into every single cell.

If it had been something like Min Ha-yeon being raped, he could have poured all his rage onto Sung Su-ho alone.

But right now his fury had no clear target; it raced through his bloodstream and was tearing his entire body apart.

'No!! This is impossible!!!'

As his mind shattered, the channel's inhabitants began raising the white flag as well.

The channel's inhabitants claimed they were building immunity and accepted the situation.

Han Yeo-reum could not.

For him this was personal.

It was not someone else's story the way it was for them.

On top of that, he was a man who had spent his entire life taking other people's women for pleasure. Immunity was impossible.

'Fuck!!! Fuck!!! I'm going to kill him!! Sung Su-ho!! I'll kill you!! Please stop!!! Not Han Bom!! Please!!!'

His curses and pleas never reached the ears of Sung Su-ho inside the screen. Su-ho simply stroked Han Bom's hair and smiled.

"You're being so obedient, Han Bom."

"Mmmph! Mmmmm!!"

Han Bom protested with his underwear still clenched tightly between her lips, but nothing resembling actual communication came out.

After a few muffled grunts she climbed onto his thighs.

The underwear remained firmly between her lips.

While they snickered among themselves, Han Bom's bizarre act continued.

Using the precum that had leaked from Sung Su-ho's glans, she began caressing the area around her own vulva .

Her soft, pale flesh gradually flushed red as the precum coated it, moisture welling up. Life-giving rain fell upon a dry forest, soaking Han Bom's soil.

The pink bud that had been buried in her flesh began to bloom, preparing itself to receive his shaft.

Still holding the underwear in her mouth, she carefully aligned her entrance with the tip of his cock.

Between Han Bom's vulva and Sung Su-ho's cock there was no longer any obstacle. The future of the two people on the screen was already decided. It was already a completed past, and Han Yeo-reum knew that fact perfectly well.

Yet the agony of being forced to watch every second without being able to move even an eyebrow completely shattered his reason.

'Don't!! Don't!! Don't!!! AAAAAARGH!!!'

His desperate pleas were answered only by the joining of their bodies.

Schlick…

"Nngh… mmph… mmm…"

Han Bom soaked his underwear with her saliva as she diligently worked his cock into her pussy.

Once she had taken him in, her face melted into an expression of pure rapture while she kept the fabric clenched between her lips.

She was so lost in his cock that it was hard to believe she had been a virgin only moments earlier.

"Khh… Han Bom, you really are something else. Hoo… whatever else happens, I'm taking you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with me all the way to the end."

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Nngh…"

"Haha, we can talk after we're done."

Sung Su-ho laughed and suddenly thrust his hips upward, driving hard against the entrance of her womb.

"Nngh!!"

Han Bom's pupils dilated and tears beaded at the corners of her eyes. Even so she never let the underwear fall from her lips. In that state she began slowly rolling her hips.

'Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!'

Every time Han Bom bounced her hips up and down, Han Yeo-reum spat curses. Nothing entered his vision except his sister's vulva.

He hated it with every fiber of his being—the sight of himself getting aroused while staring at his own sister's pussy, the feeling of looking at the demon living inside him.

That demon was turning him into a monster. But Han Bom, knowing nothing of the state of the man outside the screen, simply kept moving her waist.

Schlick, schlick, schlick… schlick!

"Mmph! Nngh! Mmmn! Mmmph!!!"

When she lifted her hips, his cock was sucked upward as if by a vacuum; when she slammed down, her juices sprayed in every direction like a water balloon bursting.

The suction, the tightness, the narrow interior—even through a screen you could feel it.

At some point Sung Su-ho began moving his lower body in time with hers.

"Khh… Han Bom really is a masterpiece. My hips are moving on their own."

"Mmm… nngh…"

Han Bom answered the half-hearted praise with a bold little smile and worked her hips even harder. Through it all, the underwear between her lips showed no sign of falling.

Not long after they started, Sung Su-ho gave the signal that he was about to cum.

Schlick, schlick, schlickschlickschlick.

"Khh! I'm gonna cum!"

"Mmph! Nngh! Nnnngh!"

Hearing the signal, Han Bom matched the rhythm of his hips and pumped her upper body up and down with everything she had.

It was not the same explosive fireworks of pleasure she had been led into earlier, yet her face still overflowed with pure happiness.

It was blatant provocation mixed with mockery. Han Yeo-reum paid the chat window no attention at all. His eyes saw only Han Bom.

'No!!! Please!! Stop already!!!'

Together with his scream, Sung Su-ho seized Han Bom's hips and slammed her down.

"I'm cumming!! Khhhhh!"

"Nnnnnngh!!!!"

Han Bom's legs trembled violently as if every nerve in her body had concentrated on the cock buried deep inside her. The sex itself had only lasted a short time, yet the climax that had been rolling through her earlier erupted once more, releasing another orgasm. At the same moment she took every drop of Sung Su-ho's semen into her womb.

After several final twitches subsided, Han Bom picked up the saliva-soaked underwear with her hand, looked down at Sung Su-ho with a face still drowning in pleasure, and whispered,

"Proof… is that enough?"