Legs Forced Open Before the Camera Lens
Wiiiiiiiiing—!
The merciless text slammed onto the screen, and before I could even brace myself, a vibration utterly different in scale from Stage 1 tore violently between my legs.
In an instant it hammered my clit and the entrance of my pussy so hard my body convulsed on its own; a suffocating rush of pleasure surged up from below, fierce enough to steal my breath.
A needy, filthy moan spilled out of me before I could stop it.
“Aaaang…!♥︎ Haaaang…!♥︎ No! I hate this…! Hnnngh!♥︎”
Watching myself on the monitor, whining like a bitch in heat, filled me with shame—but I had no room left to care.
The brutal stimulation slamming through my skull made my whole body shudder; every muscle went slack.
“Haaahk…!♥︎ Stop…! This… ah, aaaang!♥︎ I don’t want it…! Haat, haaat…!♥︎”
My lewd cries rode the broadcast gear straight out, unfiltered, in real time.
I squeezed my eyes shut and dragged in scorching breaths.
I caught a glimpse of the chat exploding the second they saw my reaction, but I couldn’t properly read any of it.
Pleasure no man’s body could ever feel was crashing over me in waves.
“Hnnn…!♥ Cherry… can’t take this… hhk, please… stop it already… ang!♥ Aaang!♥”
Even as the moans kept pouring out, I trembled my lips toward the camera and begged—but Black Card answered only with silence.
Instead, as if thoroughly satisfied watching me drown in pleasure under capital’s merciless control, he started raining down one-million-won Star Candy donations.
Black Card has donated 20,000 Star Candies!
Black Card has donated 30,000 Star Candies!
Black Card has donated 50,000 Star Candies!
Every time that dry domination of the money pipeline and the viewers’ filthy jeers slammed into my skull, the sense of degradation amplified the stimulation between my legs even further.
In that hellish runtime where disgust and pleasure tangled together, my reason was slowly melting away.
“Haaang…!♥ Hnnnngh!♥”
The more I cried out, the less he seemed inclined to stop; in the end I had no choice but to go limp and surrender my body to the pleasure.
The barrage of crude sexual harassment in chat made me want to smash the monitor right then and there.
But under that merciless vibration my legs fell open on their own, no matter what my will said, and nothing but filthy sounds kept spilling from my mouth… there was nothing I could do.
“Hnnn… ah…!♥ Cherry’s… getting weird… hwaaang…!♥ Oppa, save me…! Ang!♥”
Pawned down to my very soul for that overwhelming sum, whimpering in front of the lens like a perfect little toy—I was disgusted with myself, yet the vicious aftershocks of pleasure crashing through my lower body swallowed every scrap of that reality whole.
“Nngh!♥ Unngh!♥ Haaaah…!♥”
I no longer had the strength even to look at the screen.
I just lay limp on the bed, moaning for what felt like forever, the sounds refusing to stop.
How long did that hellish stretch of time last?
At some point the savage vibration thrashing my lower half simply… wasn’t there anymore.
I’d been so far gone I couldn’t even sense when it had stopped.
Panting, I forced my gaze back to the screen—and found that Black Card had already posted a chat five minutes earlier.
After that, not a single additional chat appeared.
Viewer count hadn’t dropped, but the chat window had frozen solid, as if everyone were reading the big shot’s mood.
They all seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for me to look back at the screen.
“What…?”
My breath caught in my throat.
What the hell was this supposed to mean.
“Haa… yes… Oppas, that’s all for today’s stream… see you tomorrow.”
Once he put it like that, I already knew resistance was pointless, so I answered obediently.
With trembling hands I managed to grab the mouse and click the end-stream button.
The moment the screen went black, the tension drained out of me and my whole body slid limply toward the floor.
And the arrogant list of orders Black Card had just left shimmered in front of my eyes like a hallucination.
Reason’s warning—don’t send it—kept circling my head, but the millions of won he’d thrown and the terror of the remote vibration that had just dragged me through hell had already crushed my will completely.
If I defied him and he terrorized the stream from tomorrow on, or retaliated in some even more horrific way, I had no means of coping.
I had no choice. I gripped my phone, connected to voice chat, and tapped Black Card’s profile—yet when it came time to actually send my address and number, I hesitated.
I typed the address and deleted it over and over until, cornered, I finally wrote down my personal information and forced my thumb down on the send button.
That single cold sentence from the other side of the monitor felt like it had already crossed the threshold into my actual daily life.
Was he seriously saying he was coming?
An ominous question brushed my mind and the phone in my hand slipped, slick with cold sweat.
Until now he had been nothing more than a big spender hurling Star Candies from beyond the screen.
Just a stranger behind a faceless, nameless nickname.
But I had personally sent him my address and contact info—so from this moment on he had become a real-world absolute who knew the location of the studio apartment where I ate and slept, who could knock on my door whenever he felt like it.
Fuck… what the hell did I just do.
The delayed reality hit and goosebumps raced down my spine.
I wanted to delete the message and run right then—but I was already at the cliff’s edge.
Information once handed over couldn’t be taken back, and the weight of the sum that had melted my lower body kept me glued right where I was.
The silence around me was so unreal it felt hard to breathe.
Is he actually coming.
The moment I anxiously clawed at the bedsheets, a steady, heavy rhythm of leather shoes shattered the quiet from the hallway beyond.
Tap. Tap.
Footsteps approaching at a measured pace, echoing against the concrete floor.
And as if by some lie, those footsteps stopped dead right in front of my studio door.
“Ah…”
A crushed sound of pressure forced its way out of my throat under the weight of reality that had just arrived.
No way. He actually came? And this fast…?
Trapped in a sealed room with nowhere to run, the presence beyond the door seemed to drain the blood from my entire body in an instant.
I managed to twitch my frozen fingers enough to check the phone screen—less than ten minutes had passed since I’d sent the address.
Fear flooded in for real now.
Black Card lives nearby? Insane…
I still couldn’t believe he had actually come to my place.
The thin thread of hope that it might be a joke was crushed without mercy, and the recent contract clauses flashed through my mind.
He clearly was never the type to hide behind a stream and play sponsor.
He was the arrogant dominator who had ordered me to stream while skewered on his cock so he could violate my body however he pleased.
He’s not here to fuck me right this second, is he? Ha, shit…
The heat under my skirt still hadn’t cooled.
“Cherry. Open the door.”
The dry voice from beyond the door rolled through the silent studio.
Showing up without even giving me time to prepare—yeah, he really was a reckless bastard.
Fine. Let’s get a look at that psycho’s face.
I finally dragged in a deep breath and opened the door.