Father Died. It Was Murder.

My father passed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠away. Medical accident. The problem? The hospital was in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I guarantee you 100%, he was murdered. A lawless hellhole where half a million won can make someone's life vanish. Why the fuck did he abandon his family to do business in a shithole like that?

"The Chairman has arrived."

An old geezer showed up at the modest funeral home, trailing a buzz of whispers. The hall was small and packed. He came quietly with a swarm of bodyguards. No reporters, so it stayed low-key. Anyway, the moment the old man appeared, "Aigoo! Aigoo!!" my stepmom—who'd been glued to her smartphone the whole funeral—started her fake crying act. My blood-unrelated little sister forced out some tears too. A mother-daughter duo who never gave a shit about Dad. Did they even love him? Nah, they loved his money. Stepmom, a global actress. Sister, an idol trainee. God-given looks, dogshit personalities. Stepmom calls me "hey," "fucking bastard," "piece of shit."

"Suhu, you've grown so much."

The old man acted like he knew me. Over 90, but ramrod straight, thick as a barrel. Must've gotten young blood transfusions in China or some shit. But hovering around him? Filthy, rotten energy. Nauseating stench from the wandering spirits clinging like maggots.

The old bastard's got a lot of enemies.

I glared at the spirits swirling around him, and they slunk away. Didn't wanna get exorcised, I guess. Lips pursed, I quietly slipped off my shoes and left the hall. From behind, stepmom grumbled.

"Hey, Suhu~ Your grandpa's here, what the hell are you doing?!"

I ground my teeth. At least she didn't call me "fucking bastard" in front of him.

"……"

That old geezer swarmed by wandering spirits—owner of the massive conglomerate Samjeong Group, Chairman Kang Rokgi. My grandfather.

"Haa… fuck. Why'd he show up?"

Dad was the illegitimate son, thoroughly cut out from the Samjeong family. I'd shared drinks with him sometimes, knew his frustrations—so no way in hell did I wanna call Kang Rokgi "grandpa." That old man… he's a real horny dog in heat.

Hoo. Better not think about it.

I have no idea what Chairman Kang Rokgi and stepmom talked about. The funeral ended like that. Human life is so goddamn futile. At least Dad went to a good place without any lingering grudges.

Right after the funeral, stepmom and sister flew to Cambodia to wrap up Dad's business and assets there. And then… they vanished.

Truth is, I didn't even know they'd gone missing for a while. They never contacted me, and I didn't even have their numbers. The cops told me in reverse. Still family, though. I was worried. Humanely speaking. Even if they spat curses and threw tantrums at me.

But finding missing people in Cambodia ain't easy. Vietnamese, Indonesians, Singaporeans—folks from everywhere disappear there. I did my damnedest. Lived worse than a dog, but family’s family. That one memory of the whole family laughing happily by Dad's side—that single snapshot kept me going. No one else would look for that mother-daughter pair but me.

…….

Over three months bouncing between the Korean embassy in Cambodia and police stations, but I couldn't do shit. Threatening wandering spirits didn't help without learning Khmer. Voice-to-text Google Translate doesn't pick up spirit babble either. Local cops? Tsk… explains why Southeast Asia's stuck in the mud. Lazy fucks pretending to investigate. Smoke breaks, more smoke breaks. Ended up flying home empty-handed.

Then one day, a package arrived from overseas. No sender, but Cambodia postmark. I carefully unwrapped it. Inside: a tiny USB drive. Heart pounding, I plugged it into my computer.

Folder held one file: Do_not_police.mp4 and contact.txt. Trembling mouse, double-click.

"Hng."

I had to catch my breath. It was stepmom, who I'd thought was dead.

Against a rickety bed and wooden walls, she sat meekly, staring at the camera.

"Suhu… it's Mom. You doing okay? I'm… doing fine."

Talking sweet to me? Un-fucking-believable. What the hell happened in three months? She didn't look fine. Forced smile, trembling body—pure terror. Heavy makeup hiding bruises, probably.

"Mom… needs money. Send Bitcoin to the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠account attached? There's inheritance in my name. All of it."

Ah. Online phishing scam. Being nice 'cause she's scared I won't pay the ransom. This wasn't the haughty national actress U Minjeong I knew. Just a pathetic woman kidnapped and tortured by Cambodian thugs.

Her outfit screamed hooker: slutty dress plunging to show cleavage. Swollen nipples poked through lace bra like headlights.

"If you… go to the police… I'll die. Please… I beg you. Don't tell the cops… This isn't AI. Don't believe me? Video call. Number attached. Please… I beg you."

Too ashamed or scared to look at the camera straight—then a man's hand grabbed her jaw hard. Startled, she faced it, pleading.

"Suhu… I was a bitch to you… Forgive me. My fault. 10 billion won… and I'll be free. P-please… no cops… Got it?"

Tears streaming, gripped by fear.

"Ah… no. My son's watching…"

That hand yanked her bra down. Tits bounced free. U Minjeong's face flushed crimson. I lost myself for a sec in those snow-white orbs—violent curves of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beauty. Massive tits. Mouth went dry. Gulped without thinking.

Stepmom's terrified expression twisted into something perverse, like she was getting off on it. Lips parted, red tongue flicked out to wet them.

"Haaaang~ My son's watching~♡"

A rough male hand entered frame. Kneaded her pale breast hard—painfully so, even for me watching. Squirt—milk sprayed everywhere in a milky arc.

"Haaaa~ More… more! more!! please!! Fuck me! Fuck me!!"

She went full ahegao, legs splayed wide as the video cut.

Shock. Gripped my phone till my fingers went numb. Heart pounding at this new side of stepmom. Staring at my rock-hard dick, guilt forced my head down.

But my brain nagged: AI deepfake maybe?

"No way U Minjeong would…"

Opened contact.txt.

Bitcoin addresses and a KaraTalk ID. She'd said video call if I didn't believe.

"Let's try."

Dialed video on KaraTalk. Had to know if stepmom was really alive… Family under the same roof once; couldn't let her die.

Ding-dong-ding-dong~

Connection tone droned. What time was it there? Throat tight, I chugged water and sighed deep.

Screen lit up. Hotel backdrop, stepmom's face filled it.

"Oh… son! You called. Saw the video?"

"Mom… you okay?"

She was face-down on the bed, buried in pillows, angling her phone at her face.

"Okay? More than… heut~♡"

Nasal moan leaked out, body rocking up-down. Her head bobbed too. Buried face deeper to hide.

"Eungiiiit~♡"

Screamed in ecstasy, chin skyward, lips half-open. Plump glossy lips parted, red tongue lashed air. Drugged-out dilated pupils.

"Haeung~"

Bit her lower lip, barely holding back pleasure. And the sounds? Thwack-thwack-thwack. Chup-chup-chup. Dull thuds and wet slaps through the speaker. She was mid-fuck, obvious.

"Mom's fine… but no Bitcoin… Mom dies… haaaang~ I'll die~ eungiiiit!!"

"Dies" sounded ambiguous as hell.

"How do I know it's kidnapping and not you cheating?"

Pupils quaked violently. Screen went black. Muffled voices, then frantic stepmom.

"Wait. Suhu. Don't hang up."

Scuffling, screen switched.

Gasp! Eyes bulged at the screen. Stepmom's naked white body on full display. Straddling a guy, getting railed hard. Straight out of porn.

The dude pounding U Minjeong? Dark-skinned Southeast Asian, tuk-tuk driver vibes. His cock in her pussy looked grotesque.

"Mom wouldn't… cheat with some Southeast Asian… right? Mom's… getting raped. Eungiiiit!! Rape feels so gooood~~♡"

Writhing in bliss, she flaunted her stiff nipples at me. Too into it for rape. F-cup monsters shook, filling the phone. Nipples erect, areolas puffy like ready to burst. Skin peeled from rough handling.

"Mom's nipples… modified… See? Ever seen such slutty nips? Haaaang~♡ They like me special… Famous K-drama actress… Treat me nice. Eungiiiit~♡"

Man's hand mashed the close-up tit. Breath caught. Couldn't stop my erection.

"HoeEEEENG!!"

Mouth agape, eyes rolled back, tongue out full ahegao. Double-V pose. Camera in someone else's hand now.

Huge shock. The elegant, classy bitch—unimaginable. Luxury ambassador till recently, perfect for high-end brands. That pristine white flesh getting gangbanged by SEA thugs. Twisting in ecstasy, panting.

Sudden off-camera shouts. She startled, snapped to, yelled at camera.

"Mom's… nipples super sensitive now… Wanna let son suck 'em… Save me… Do whatever… Mom's pussy… ass… all yours. Send… Bitcoin…"

Guilt over my boner, her changed self, promise of free use if I paid—heart exploding. Her back arched hard. Gasping, lips parted—then full-body spasms.

"HiiiiIIIIIK!!"

Not a scream—orgasmic howl. Beastly cry, milk squirting from nipples. Rigid seconds, then gushing squirt from her crotch—shhik—shhik—.

And I—came watching. Wiped cum off desk and monitor with tissue. Guilt cut the call. Sleepless that night.

10 billion won. Dad's estate way more, stepmom's share even bigger. But lawyer-managed inheritance? Half-year wait minimum. Couldn't scrape 1 billion now. My account: 180 million tops.

Exorcise petty ghosts for shaman gigs again? Tempting, but shook my head. Dad put the apartment in my name early. 12.8 billion market. Listed urgent at 10 billion—no quick sale. Loans and cash maxed: 3 billion.

Time flew. Couldn't video call again till 10 billion ready. Scared I'd get hard at her milk spray? Hated-me U Minjeong memories? Or… 10 billion too steep?

One thing sure: her degradation gave me weird pleasure. Baffling for my normal morals.

10 days post-call, my phone rang.

"Police here. Kang Suhu?"

"Yes."

Sudden cop call—bad vibes chilled me. U Minjeong killed?

"Kang Mina your sister? At Kang Sedrobe Lance Hospital room 1102 getting treatment. Come as guardian."

"What??"

Sister—who I thought was with stepmom in Cambodia—in a Korean hospital? Jumped up.

"Found your sister begging in Cambodia market. Legs shattered. Mental state off—hard to talk."

Begging in a market? Like a street beggar on a mat? Rushed out at news of my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠missing sister back.