The Five-Billion Shackle, Pit of Hell
The number five billion kept spinning round and round inside my head.
It was a fortune I had never so much as glimpsed in my entire life, never even dared to imagine. Memories of the man I used to be slammed into my skull with brutal force, yet the taste of money had already taken hold of me. I was surrendering to capitalism.
A low, settling laugh drifted through the headset.
“Pick up your phone. Give me your account number and I’ll send the ten-billion-won deposit right now.”
“H-huh? Right this second…?”
“Yeah. You need to see with your own eyes that my money is real before that precious little sense of chastity of yours gets smashed clean to pieces.”
His words were cruelly accurate.
My hands trembling violently, I switched on my phone and typed the account number into the voice-chat window. Then I stared at the screen as if I could burn a hole through it.
Ding.
A text notification chimed almost instantly.
The bastard wasn’t bluffing.
The moment I confirmed the endless string of zeros glowing on the screen, every circuit in my brain simply stopped. He wasn’t playing around. He was genuinely trying to buy me and train me into his personal toy.
“…….”
My jaw quivered under the sheer weight of the sum; no sound would come out.
“You’ve checked the money, right? Then answer me, Cherry. Think you can stream while you’re getting fucked on my cock?”
The crude wording sent a wave of shame crashing over me. I turned BlackCard’s demand over in my mind and sank into thought for a moment.
Honestly, when I first started body-cam streaming three days ago, I’d treated it lightly—just show a little skin and that would be enough. It wasn’t even my original body, so why not give the viewers what they wanted and rake in some cash? And I had never once imagined that a whale of this caliber would drop into a brand-new, nobody female streamer like me. So of course it never crossed my mind that such a person might rain down this kind of money while making demands this bold.
Well… that was that, but…
The ten billion sitting in my account was not a sum someone who had lived as hard as I had could simply walk away from. Growing up dirt-poor had left its mark; somewhere deep down I was already thinking money mattered more than this body. So right now, I figured, I wasn’t really losing anything.
Still, the thought of enduring the humiliation of taking him with my entire male self was not going to be easy.
Haah… I never want to go back to that miserable life. Do I really just shut my eyes and hand my whole body over to this guy?
I kept wrestling with it even now, but the moment I decided that seizing the chance when it came was the smart move, my brain kicked into overdrive.
“Hnn… Oppa…”
My mind was already made up, yet I deliberately dragged it out, mixing in a nasal whine and playing coy.
He answered at once.
“Spit it out. Are you doing it or not.”
“I’ll do it… Cherry will do everything Oppa tells her to…”
The instant the obedient reply left my lips, BlackCard sounded satisfied; his voice stayed calm.
“Good girl. First mission, then. There’s something you need to prepare before you go live tomorrow.”
“What do I need to get ready…?”
“First, set the camera angle so your lower half is completely, obscenely visible.”
“…….”
My throat locked. The demand to put my private parts on full display made my heart hammer. The reality of having to expose the genitals of this unfamiliar artificial body—transplanted only three days ago—to both the viewers and this faceless whale froze my entire body rigid.
“This is an unrestricted adult platform anyway, so it’s not like it’ll be a problem. And you tagged the stream as body-cam from the start, so you shouldn’t be too squeamish either.”
He wasn’t wrong. But I had never once shown below the waist on stream, so the reluctance was inevitable. I pretended not to understand and asked anyway.
“I’m… not sure I follow… You mean lower the camera angle toward my genitals?”
“That’s right. And the outfit for the stream—an ultra-miniskirt with nothing underneath.”
“Th-that’s…”
The sheer vulgarity of a demand I had never even imagined choked the air from my lungs. Streaming in nothing but a skirt and no panties was basically the same as spreading my entire underside open for the whole world to see.
“It means stream with no panties. Even a slight parting of the legs and your pussy will be right out in the open. You understand me?”
He drove the spike in clean.
“Y-yes… Just like Oppa said… I’ll go live with no panties…”
In the end I had no choice but to answer that way.
“Ah, and one more thing. Tomorrow during the stream you’ll need something fastened to your body as proof that you belong to me.”
“Uh… what kind of thing…?”
Having already agreed to the no-panties broadcast, there was nowhere left to retreat. I assumed it would be something like a ribbon hair ornament, cat ears, or a little bell collar.
The next words out of his mouth obliterated that assumption completely.
“I’ll leave a clitoris vibration pad in locker twelve near Exit 2 of Hongik University Station. Pick it up tomorrow morning. The code is 7482.”
“…A vibration pad?”
“Yeah. Stick it on down there an hour before you go live and wait. Start the stream with that vibrator pressed right against the outside of your pretty little pussy.”
“…….”
“I’ll control the vibration levels in real time and play with that sensitive spot however I want. All you have to do is enjoy it and moan your way through the whole broadcast.”
Hearing that, a fierce wave of revulsion rose in me. Having sex was one thing; attaching something like that directly to my body and waiting was an entirely different matter. It was the same as handing my every sensation over to someone else. I hadn’t even properly touched this body myself yet, and now I was supposed to slap adult toys onto it without warning… it was seriously messed up.
But the ten billion stamped into my bank account was enough money to crush every last objection, and if I wasn’t going to give that money up, I had to obey him. My head understood that perfectly.
Still, the words wouldn’t come out easily. So I tried, somehow, to wriggle out of the moment—forcing a coquettish act and testing his mood.
“Um… Oppa… even so, that feels way too intense for the very first day… hnn…”
Just wearing an ultra-miniskirt with no panties was already torture for me. On top of that I was supposed to strap on an adult toy and stand in front of a crowd of male gawkers? No matter how huge the sum, I kept hesitating.
Then BlackCard spoke.
“You took the ten-billion deposit. You’d better be worth that much, Cherry.”
He cut my pleading off with a single stroke.
“I’ll control the vibration levels myself in real time. You just focus on the stream. Got it?”
“Ah… aah…”
“Answer.”
His low, oppressive voice and the perfect submission money forced out of me made it feel as if my soul was draining away.
“Y-yes… Exactly as Oppa says… I’ll keep the vibration pad on…”
“Good. Go live at noon tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
Click.
BlackCard hung up first. Heavy silence flooded the headset.
“Haa… haa…”
Only then did the breath I had been holding explode out of me. I flung the headset onto the desk and stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror.
The unfamiliar, beautiful artificial body of Hong Yeon-hwa. When I swept the long hair back with my hand, the alien sensation gliding across smooth skin was so vivid it raised goosebumps. A glamorous, gorgeous woman stood in the glass, yet the eyes looking back held nothing but an empty shell.
Inside that shell, I—Hong Yeon-woo’s soul—was screaming.
The figure I’m about to show on that streaming stage… is it even human, or just a doll that reflects BlackCard’s desires?
The more I thought about it, the more this humiliating role-play clawed at the deepest part of my chest until I couldn’t stand it. In the end I threw myself onto the bed and lit up the phone screen I still gripped in my hand.
The number 1,000,000,000 printed in crisp digits. Looking at the bank-app balance, I remembered that only a few days ago the account had held nothing but a few tens of thousands of won.
Just for showing a little skin and streaming with no panties… getting this kind of money… yeah, the amount really is ridiculous.
The more real it became, the more shame and dopamine surged together. I forced the swirling emotions down and closed my eyes.
The knowledge that if I failed to meet BlackCard’s demands tomorrow I would be dumped straight back into the gutter pressed down on me like a physical weight. Even so, I could not abandon a sum this enormous.
If I kept tasting money this intense and let myself get marinated even deeper in capitalism and greed, I was already starting to worry about what kind of future that would create. Right now I had no idea where it led, but I could only hope the end wouldn’t be total ruin.
With a colossal five-billion-won shackle locked around my ankle, I shoved myself into the pit of hell.