Frenzy
Screams and wails pierced Kim Yu-ra’s ears.
Massive clumps of noise pouring from different directions all at once. It was maddening.
“Aaaah!!! Turn it off right now—!!!”
“Let the lie depart!! Let the lie depart!!”
“Wow, BlackBrother BigDick.”
“Lord, have mercy upon us!!”
“Everyone’s gone mad. This is why I don’t get married.”
Kim Yu-ra gripped Jung Jae-ho’s forearm, half-stumbling, then froze upright. Now that she thought about it—where had the video come from?
Back when she’d been with Mbongo, Kim Yu-ra hadn’t been one to give oral sex readily.
Not out of disgust. She’d actually liked it.
It was just that Mbongo—a Kenyan youth with a huge cock, a tight mouth, and an unnecessarily gentle disposition—was slow to recover. Once they’d had sex, he wanted to rest.
When sex was such a rare treat, oral felt like a waste. They already had to meet in secret, so opportunities were few.
But when time was truly short… or when Mbongo begged repeatedly, Kim Yu-ra would pretend she couldn’t refuse. If she treated him like just a dildo, he might feel awkward and pull away.
That’s why she’d done it.
When did I agree to the video… Ah.
The memory of consenting to filming finally surfaced in Kim Yu-ra’s mind.
There’d been a ten-day stretch when she couldn’t have sex because Mbongo was away on a civil engineering training site. For Kim Yu-ra at the time, that had been far too long without release. Mbongo had said he wanted to watch a video and jerk off, so she’d agreed.
In exchange, she’d demanded he send her a video of himself jerking off.
Looking back, it was insane.
Even until they broke up, that guy had been clingy in a way that didn’t match his size—inviting her to Kenya, asking if she’d meet him if he got a job at a Korean company… He’d promised to delete all photos and videos, but of course he hadn’t.
How had he gotten hold of it… No. That wasn’t the issue.
Kim Yu-ra tried to shout at Jung Jae-ho, at the groom who’d suddenly turned the wedding hall into hell—but
“Satan’s deception!! Satan’s deception!! Satan’s deception!! Satan’s deception!!”
her voice was drowned out by the drumbeat-like shouts of the bride’s guests (her mother’s close friends).
Satan’s deception…
There was no other way to call it.
In reality, it wasn’t Satan—it was Jung Jae-ho and his cousin working together.
“No… it has to stop.”
Kim Yu-ra clutched her dress and turned to the officiating pastor.
Pastor Park Sung-hoon, head of the youth division at Gangnam’s Hope Church.
He’d known Jung Jae-ho for over fifteen years.
Given the Jung family’s influence, they could’ve invited the senior pastor, but Jung Jae-ho had specifically requested Pastor Park.
There’s no one else, he’d said. The pastor who guided us in our sacred vow of purity.
Maybe he could persuade Jung Jae-ho to stop?
But it was a futile hope.
The pastor who should’ve been calming the situation was the most mentally shattered of all.
“Lord! Lord! Purify us, have mercy! Grace, holiness, holiness, truth, light, the cross, only the Lord… only the Lord, Father, blood! Cover us with the blood! Let Jung Jae-ho and his family overcome this trial. Don’t let them be deceived, don’t let them fall, don’t let them scatter!”
“Pastor…?”
“Jae-ho… no, Lord, Lord! Hold the bride and groom, and their souls! Let deception depart quickly, let purity rise quickly! The cross! The blood! Grace! In Jesus’ name, in Jesus’ name!!! Amen, amen…!”
The pastor gripped the microphone with his right hand, raised and lowered his left in strange gestures, spitting saliva and sweating profusely as he spoke in tongues.
He’d lost his mind in a matter of minutes. More than anyone else there.
He wasn’t someone Kim Yu-ra could rely on.
Then… Dad.
When things got tough, there was only one person to turn to—her father.
Her parents had been her greatest allies.
Even knowing (after Kim Yu-ra had heavily sanitized the details) that their well-raised daughter had already been with a man, they’d worked desperately to secure her marriage to Jung Jae-ho, a top 0.5% spouse candidate in South Korea.
They’d already spent 100 million won on her. They’d even acted as her errand runners.
Now, seeing them, she realized parents were truly parents.
Before she could even ask, they were already moving.
“Smash it!”
“Brother, let me help!”
“Sir, you’ll damage the equipment. Please calm down…!”
“Does he look calm to you, you f—ck!”
Her father, a former high school teacher, was using physical force alongside relatives.
Kicking the control booth door at the top of the venue…
He’d always been dignified. But after seeing the old video of his daughter sucking a black cock, his eyes had completely flipped.
And he believed—
that if they stopped it now, there was still a way to save the marriage. That maybe it was just his crazy cousin’s terrorism, unrelated to his otherwise kind fiancé. That even if things looked bad, they could still salvage his daughter’s wedding if they handled it well…
His heart was in the right place, but this approach was backfiring.
It would’ve been better to shout that it was a manipulation.
It wasn’t just her father struggling—Kim Yu-ra’s mother was thrashing too.
“It’s not true! Our Yura isn’t that kind of girl!!”
She’d stood up the deaconesses who were praying in unison to defend her daughter. She’d rushed to Kim Yu-ra, shaking her shoulders and shouting: Yura, you’re okay, Mom understands, you’re not the kind of girl who’d do that with an African black man, Mom believes in you…
Believed in what?
Separate from her guilt and pity toward her mother, Kim Yu-ra was genuinely curious.
But the situation was urgent, so she turned to her fiancé’s parents first.
The ones who hadn’t given up on the marriage even after Kim Yu-ra had learned about Yura’s unicorn tendencies…
Who had actually been the driving force behind her virginity facade.
Both were professors at university hospitals.
The fiancé’s father was a church elder and owner of a private hospital that raked in money like a rake. The mother was simply highly respected.
It was late, but they were the only ones who could still stop this.
She wasn’t expecting help—she just wanted this hell to end. Because Kim Yu-ra knew how the short video currently playing would end. How could she not? She was already ruined, but if this part played out, it would be over.
But the fiancé’s parents weren’t in good shape either.
“Jae-ho, save me. I’m sorry I didn’t take your side. Save me, Dad.”
“…….”
“You made me do this. Let’s stop. …Save me.”
The septuagenarian doctor was begging his son.
He’d already sensed the aftermath of this disaster. At a gathering of medical contacts, church connections, and relatives, his future daughter-in-law was being shown (still was) sucking someone else’s cock… It wasn’t as bad as Kim Yu-ra’s family, but it was still a massive disgrace for them.
So he was begging his son.
“Save me. Please save me, Dad.”
Not a desperate plea—more like the only thing he could do.
The fiancé’s mother remained dignified throughout.
Not because she was mentally strong, but because she’d fainted. Still seated.
Fortunately, there were over a hundred doctors at the wedding, so she’d be fine. Several people were already attending to her.
Most importantly, Kim Yu-ra didn’t have time to worry about anyone right now.
Everyone’s gone mad.
The wedding hall was already chaos.
Though not everyone was actually mad.
Amid the wails, tongues, and screams, there were calm guests…
If you looked closely, about 70% were just onlookers.
They were shocked, but as third parties not deeply involved in the incident, they were relatively calm. Some tried to film the shocking porn playing on the screen and were stopped; others were making phone calls; some just laughed.
Thanks to the reactions of the guest-onlookers, Kim Yu-ra could feel it.
It was already too late.
Stopping it was meaningless.
Once she grasped how messed up the situation was, Kim Yu-ra weakly turned to her fiancé.
“Jae-ho… Oppa.”
Kim Yu-ra wasn’t calm either.
Everything around her—the scenery, the people—looked like half-melted wax figures.
Time seemed to slow down. She thought she heard someone cursing at her from far away.
Fortunately, Jung Jae-ho’s face beside her was clear.
There was one other person who looked relatively clear.
Joo Sung-hyun, in the eighth row of the guest seats. While everyone else was at least a little shocked, he was alone in his composure.
But she was too afraid to even look at him directly.
She didn’t know why, but she felt she shouldn’t meet his eyes now. And… beyond that, she didn’t even want to allow his gaze.
So she forced herself to look only at the groom.
Jung Jae-ho, standing alone and dazed after turning the wedding hall into pandemonium… was watching the porn nearing its end.
What Kim Yu-ra managed to choke out was:
“Why?”
Why. A question with many layers of meaning.
Why did you have to go this far? It’ll hurt not just me, but you and your family too. I’m sorry I lied, but this wasn’t necessary. Why are you so insistent on a virgin? The hymen… the hymen is there. Is virginity really that important?
Jung Jae-ho slowly turned his head.
“Why?”
Kim Yu-ra asked again.
Jung Jae-ho. The perfect spouse she’d spent two years cultivating.
The man who could gift Kim Yu-ra, with her ambiguous background and ambiguous credentials, a life in the upper class…
She was sorry she’d deceived him, but she’d planned to treat Jung Jae-ho sincerely after marriage. To be a model wife.
She hadn’t planned to cunningly strip him of his assets or build up a case for property division—she just wanted to enjoy life. Together, as equals.
Was… that such a big sin?
Her fiancé showed no intention of answering her question. Instead, he approached the pastor.
The drained pastor was gripping the lectern, trembling and muttering something.
Jung Jae-ho looked at him with pity, then said:
“Pastor.”
“Protect us, Lord… Amen.”
“You asked if I could welcome Sister Kim Yu-ra as my bride and respect and protect her for life. …My answer is ‘no.’”
He rejected the marriage vows belatedly.
Immediately, silence fell over the entire venue.
Not because of the shock of Jung Jae-ho’s declaration.
Because the six-minute video playing on the large screen had finally ended.
“Oh, this.”
Kim Yu-ra’s face, covered in sticky semen from Mbongo’s failed control. Her face was scrunched up, but her mouth was smiling.
This was the final frame.
After that, photos of the two having sex sideways using a mirror, a photo of her hymen status certificate, and more followed… but they were quickly cut off. Staff had finally rushed over, broken into the control booth, and stopped the broadcast.
The silence broke after some time had passed.
The MC grabbed the microphone with trembling hands.
“Guests, everyone. The bride and groom’s… vows have been annulled, and the ceremony will be suspended here. I deeply apologize… ugh, this is a nightmare.”
But the guests couldn’t leave the venue. For a while, they stared blankly at the bride—Kim Yu-ra, the protagonist of the day in every sense.
The wedding was over.