Chapter 92: An Internet Broadcast Gone Too Far (7)
Chapter 92: An Internet Broadcast Gone Too Far (7)
I adjust the angle of my phone so my entire body is in frame, set it down on the ground, and strike several poses as if I’m on a fashion runway.
But this isn't a runway; it’s just a neighborhood park in the middle of the night. And I’m no model, either. Right now, I am Lople, an adult broadcast streamer.
Furthermore, this is definitely not a fashion show. In a fashion show, the clothes the model is wearing are supposed to be the main attraction, but right now, I’m wearing absolutely nothing except for my shoes and socks.
‘Well, of course.’
The core of this broadcast isn't what I’m wearing—it’s my body itself.
The viewers' reactions were just as intense. The thrill of my broadcasts came from the "outdoor exposure play," the constant risk of being caught by someone at any moment, and right now, I was pushing that flavor to the absolute limit.
A deserted park. I’d left the only clothes I’d worn to the park—my long puffer jacket—inside the restroom before coming out.
To put it bluntly, if someone were to walk into that restroom and run off with my jacket while I wasn't looking, I’d be finished. It wouldn't just be a matter of having a hard time getting home; I’d definitely be hauled off by the police.
‘Public indecency... would that be the charge?’
But the viewers wouldn't want an ending like that. Getting caught masturbating naked outdoors only to end up at a police station is a bit too bland, isn't it?
These viewers, with their dicks standing at full mast, would want an ending that’s more illegal, more dangerous, and more provocative.
‘Like, for example, me getting caught by someone and being raped... ♡’
The sexual desire harbored by the viewers was transmitted vividly through the wireless internet. It felt as if I could see hundreds of dicks through the tiny phone screen, stroking away as they used my naked body as jerk-off material.
Of course, there wasn't a single dick here. Aside from me, there didn't seem to be a soul around. So, it was merely a hallucination born of my own delusions.
However, I was inwardly excited by the fact that it might not be a hallucination for long.
The address of the park was posted on a gallery? It probably wasn't the Female Hero Gallery; I wondered which one it was. Most likely a gallery related to internet broadcasting.
I couldn't tell if they’d actually found it or if it was just a troll. Even though I was curious, I had no way of knowing. Since I was broadcasting with my only phone, I couldn't check anything else.
‘Did they really find it...?’
If they did, the scene in my imagination—where dozens of dicks surround me—might become a reality. If they all grabbed my body and vented their lust to their heart's content, just like using a human toilet installed in a park restroom...
“Hngh... ♡”
I almost came before I’d even properly started masturbating.
Regardless, the mission I’d been given was "Masturbate naked in the park." Whether someone came for me or not, I had to complete the mission Invisible had set with a massive donation.
Waiting aimlessly for some unidentified viewer who might or might not show up was, frankly, unrealistic.
I knew the viewers were hoping for an ending where I’m ravished by a man who came looking for my body. And deep down, I was hoping for that too.
But waiting indefinitely without anyone explicitly stating they were on their way would only increase the chances of a police station ending. Even with so many viewers, it was possible that not a single one would actually show up.
But just then, a viewer gave me a reason to wait in the park.
[PussyHunterfan has donated 1,000 won!]
[LMAO you’re fucked lololol PussyHunter is coming lolol]
PussyHunter.
To put it nicely, it had a B-movie vibe. To put it bluntly, it was a trashy name. Just hearing it made me feel that cheap, low-rent energy.
As soon as I heard the donation message, I almost blurted out, "Who the hell is that?" but internet broadcast viewers are the type who love to explain things, so they did so without me even having to ask.
[Invisible has donated 100,000 won!]
[He’s a popular streamer on Gorani TV, and he’s a guy. His main content is tracking down rookie female streamers when they do outdoor broadcasts and catching them for a "forced collab" to fuck them.]
Combined with Invisible’s explanation, reading the chat for a while allowed me to figure out what kind of guy PussyHunter was.
Even for a rookie female streamer, if their platform was Gorani TV, their main content was bound to be lewd. Some of them surely did lewd things outdoors.
‘Like a woman enjoying the humiliation of outdoor exposure in a deserted place like I am now. Or a woman doing a suggestive broadcast in a place like a club or a bar.’
It seemed those kinds of broadcasts were PussyHunter’s primary targets. Since their location was exposed through the broadcast, PussyHunter would also start his own stream, track them down, catch them, and then force a "collaboration"—that was their MO.
Even if his actions were malicious, he was one of the top streamers on Gorani TV, so rookie female streamers couldn't easily refuse PussyHunter’s proposals—or rather, his threats.
‘In a situation like mine, threats would work even better.’
And so, the footage of them being fucked would be broadcast under "mutual agreement," and the female streamer’s fans would leave in droves. The ending would be PussyHunter absorbing the female streamer’s viewers and receiving donations to celebrate a successful hunt.
‘How gruesome.’
Of course, the female streamers who fell for it were stupid and pathetic, but PussyHunter’s methods were chilling.
First of all, the very idea of "hunting" a woman is deeply anti-human. Tracking someone down via their broadcast to fuck them? It was literally a hunt.
If the target was a female streamer, they didn't see her as a fellow broadcaster; they saw her as nothing more than a prop for their show.
The lowest kind of men, who disregard a woman’s human rights, don't respect her personality, and have no sense of consideration...
‘...It’s so fucking hot. ♡’
But it was perfect for my tastes. My lower stomach was throbbing, and when I glanced down, I could hear the sound of fluids. Before I knew it, I was frantically poking at my pussy with my fingers.
“Hngh... ♡ Oh... hngh! ♡”
I let out vulgar moans and arched my back several times. So much fluid sprayed from my pussy that, despite not being a plant lover, I ended up hydrating the roots of a tree.
They were right. My mission was to masturbate naked in the park. Since I’d just succeeded with a squirt, the correct course of action was to hurry back to the restroom, put on my long puffer jacket, and get out of there.
That way, I could avoid PussyHunter’s pursuit and escape any potential "fan meetings" with viewers.
‘But... do I really have to?’
With a lewd expression, I looked at the camera and made a double peace sign.
“Ah, I’m not... done yet... ♡ That was just... I just... p-peed a little... hngh... ♡”
Even though I’d finished the mission and could leave, I pretended I hadn't reached an orgasm. That way, the mission would remain incomplete.
I was stalling for time. That was my goal. By pretending I hadn't come and continuing to masturbate, someone was bound to arrive. That’s what I was aiming for.
It could be a young man out for a walk because he couldn't sleep, it could be a puppy that got lost during the day, or it could be the PussyHunter the viewers were talking about...
The atmosphere in the chat was turning sour, perhaps because PussyHunter’s fans were flooding in rather than my own. There were many messages mocking Invisible.
Invisible didn't respond. He didn't send any donations either.
Furthermore, PussyHunter’s fans went as far as to mock me, saying I was about to be fucked by PussyHunter because of the mission Invisible gave me, but Invisible remained silent.
‘You’re coming, right?’
But I believed. Invisible was definitely on his way. Even though we’d never met and never even spoken, I just knew.
Invisible was different from ordinary men. I could feel it through the screen. There aren't many humans born to dominate, torment, and humiliate females, but I could recognize such a person at a glance.
Screeech—!
That was when it happened. A large van pulled up at the park entrance. Simultaneously, a massive donation came through on my broadcast.
[PussyHunter has donated 50,000 won!]
[Lople-nim, we’re going to do a collab starting now. This is a down payment. If it’s satisfying, I’ll give you this much more.]
The meaning of that message was clear.
The hunt had begun. The hunting ground was this park, and the prey was my body. And there wasn't just one hunter.
Rumble!
The door of the large van slid open, and a crowd of various men poured out. They locked eyes with me and hesitated for a moment, but soon, as if they’d spotted their target, they all began to charge toward me.
He’d brought not only his managers and YouTube editors who helped with the broadcast in case I tried to run, but also other male streamers he’d befriended on the platform.
“Hey, hey! Spread out!”
“You, hold the camera steady! Film that bitch!”
“Don't hit her too hard when you catch her! Especially the face!”
“The one who catches her gets first dibs!”
PussyHunter and his crew moved as if they were spreading a net. It really felt like watching a pack of hunters.
“Kya, kyaaaaaaaaak!”
I ran, waving my arms back and forth and letting out high-pitched, girlish screams. If I really wanted to, I could have knocked all those men out with a single flick of my finger, but I didn't.
‘Using my power on civilians is a taboo!’
...Of course, that wasn't the only reason, but anyway.
“Goddammit... why doesn't this bitch get tired?!”
“It feels like we’re about to catch her, but we can't... ugh!”
“Run faster, you bastards!”
Meanwhile, even though I was intentionally slowing down, the men were huffing and puffing. Should I have pretended to be exhausted instead of just slowing my pace?
“That way! Drive her that way!”
“She won't be able to cross because of the crosswalk!”
Before I knew it, I’d become the prey caught in a drive hunt.
It was just as PussyHunter’s crew said. While running to avoid the men chasing me, I’d reached the other side of the park, which opened up to a wide main road.
Cars were zooming by, and the long crosswalk had a red light, so I couldn't cross. I was literally backed into a corner. I put on a look of despair, trembling as I turned around.
“Hiyah!”
A tall, rugged man lunged and tackled me. I instinctively knew this man was PussyHunter. With his thick beard, if I hadn't seen his skin tone, I might have mistaken him for a Western actor.
“Hngh...?! S-stop! What are you... hngh!”
He tried to pin me down, and I pretended to resist desperately. Of course, while I struggled, I never used my full strength. I resisted just enough to give the man a sense of conquest.
“Stay still, you bitch. You were looking forward to this too, weren't you? Just close your eyes and spread 'em once, and this oppa will make you famous.”
I didn't wait for you guys for some broadcast benefit, though. I just wanted this situation itself. PussyHunter couldn't see through my true intentions.
“Mmm...”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed by that line. In the end, this man couldn't see into a female’s true heart either. He put on the act of a real alpha male, but in the end, it was just a concept for the broadcast—nothing more than acting.
“Hehehe... Hunt complete! Everyone, PussyHunter succeeded in his mission again today... anything for me?”
As a man who appeared to be the cameraman approached to film me, PussyHunter, who was on top of me, laughed and slapped my tits.
The viewers' reactions must be explosive. They’d say he hunted a naughty female. That he’s the man, our bro.
They’d be clamoring for him to "re-educate" this wicked fox who thinks she can just use her body to suck money out of men. They’d be shouting for him to show this lewd girl, who doesn't know how scary the world is, the authority of a man.
‘Is it... not bad?’
Because I intentionally act to seduce men for my defeat addiction, the men who deal with me have never worn a mask. But PussyHunter was definitely trying to fuck me for the sake of his broadcast.
I could tell by instinct. This wouldn't be a very satisfying play.
I’d rather it be those other men over there who are starved for sex; PussyHunter would never be sincere with me. That makes it hard for me to immerse myself in the moment of defeat.
‘But, I’ve held back for so long...’
I’d been resting at home alone for a few days because of a cold. After starting a masturbation broadcast to vent my sexual frustration, my desire to meet someone and be defeated grew even stronger. And it reached its peak with today’s outdoor broadcast.
But it felt like a waste to give all this carefully built-up tension to a man who wasn't even sincere.
“Guys, grab this bitch.”
While I was contemplating, PussyHunter’s crew slowly approached and grabbed my arms and legs. So that I couldn't move an inch.
Held in their hands, my body was lifted into the air. My feet didn't touch the ground. Like a beast being put on display while still alive, I was "made" to levitate in a seated position with my legs spread wide.
“Hey, Lople-ssi. This is the camera, so look here and say something.”
“Eh...?”
“What do you mean 'eh'? There might be people among the viewers who don't know you. Spread your pussy and introduce yourself.”
What should I do?
“Ah... Hello, I’m Lople... I was doing an out-outdoor broadcast alone... why are you... like this...”
“What do you mean 'outdoor broadcast'? Huh? You’re standing here practically naked. We’re just trying to warm you up because we feel sorry for you.”
“Hieeeek?! Hi, hieeeek... that... dick...!”
“Ah, looking at Lople made my cock hurt. I’ll just take it out for a bit. That’s okay, right?”
It’s not small. Should I just go along with it?
But, isn't there someone who hasn't joined yet?
“Isn't this a c-crime...? This is a crime...! You guys, stalking and... a-attempted... rape...?”
“Crime my ass, you airhead pussy-bitch. Walking around a park with your tits and ass jiggling while naked is the crime. We’re like a vigilante group that catches criminal bitches like you.”
“I-I’m not... like that... ke-hngh?!”
PussyHunter took something out and fastened it around my neck. It was a familiar design. Something I’d seen many times and secretly fantasized about, but had never worn myself.
‘It’s... less of a choker and more of a leash.’
As I was admiring the new "clothing" added to my body besides my shoes and socks, PussyHunter slapped my butt with a loud crack and raised his voice.
“Alright boys, the hunt is over, so let’s go dress the meat. We gotta have a taste, don't we?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I want a taste right now!”
The men set my body down. Instead, PussyHunter grabbed my leash and began to pull me along. Toward that large van from earlier.
I instinctively felt that I was fucked. My body was incapable of disobeying such a command.
Was I still unable to break out of the "adult broadcast streamer who can't say no" concept? Or was it because I was originally a masochist bitch who loved being subdued and obeying?
That didn't matter right now. The problem was that if I stayed like this, I’d miss my timing to choose. The relaxation I felt because I knew I could escape at any time was actually becoming a poison.
“W-wait... just a second...!!”
Just as we reached the front of the large van, a car I’d never seen before appeared. It was a luxury sedan.
‘I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere...’
PussyHunter and his crew froze like statues. Even though they’d accused me of being a criminal, they knew how it would look to a normal person to see several men moving together with a naked woman.
“Hey, hide her.”
“W-where do we hide her?”
“Give her some clothes or something, fuck! Do something!”
But while PussyHunter’s subordinate was hesitating, the door of the newly arrived foreign car opened and a man stepped out. He was wearing a business suit, as if he’d just finished work.
“...Hey, he went into the restroom?”
He was too far away to make out his face clearly, but I saw him enter the restroom near the park. For a split second, a smile of hope bloomed on PussyHunter’s face, only to wither away.
The man in the suit came back out holding something. It was a long puffer jacket.
“Ah.”
Only then did I realize why I felt a sense of déjà vu looking at that expensive luxury sedan.
‘It’s the car I rode in. During the Aphrodisiac King incident.’
I knew the owner of that car. As he got closer, his face became clearer. Only now did I recall the meaning of the English word "Invisible."
“I used to get top grades in English, but I’ve really become an airhead bitch.”
Aside from that, I wasn't wrong after all. I’d said there weren't many men these days who could be called real males.
...From now on, if I see a promising man, I should suspect whether he’s someone I already know.