The Broken Doll in Room 1102
Kang Sedrobe Lance Hospital, 11th floor. I'd braced myself for some horrific sight in the ICU, wrapped head to toe in bandages with an oxygen mask. But Room 1102 was a plush private single, decked out like a fancy bedroom with fresh flowers in a vase.
What the hell? This looks like a pretty expensive hospital room.
I froze for a second after pushing the door open. There was my little sister, Kang Mina, propped up against the bed—still drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair hung messily to her shoulders from lack of care, but that sharp nose and long lashes? The idol trainee's blinding beauty hadn't faded a bit.
What? She's way more intact than I thought.
They'd said her legs were shattered, begging on some Cambodian market floor. I'd pictured a maggot-ridden wreck. But on the surface, she was the same haughty Kang Mina I knew.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat fake-like and approached. Normally, the little bitch would've snarled, "What the fuck are you doing here, you filthy piece of shit?" and chucked the remote at me.
"Mina."
I called softly, but she didn't twitch. "Kang Mina?"
Right up to the bedside, and that's when it hit me—she wasn't right. Pupils dull and unfocused, thick lips parted with a sticky string of drool trailing down. Her soul's tether was snapped clean from the shock. She blinked at me once, then turned away to stare blankly at the TV.
"Heh... damn."
Every little shift made her loose patient gown slip open. It couldn't hold the weight of those heavy tits and slid right off her shoulder.
Slosh.
Whoa... check out that fat tit.
Her left breast flopped out into the open air. Translucent white skin veined with faint blue, ending in a swollen pink nipple, ripe and begging.
Gulp.
My mouth went bone-dry. To think I'd get this defenseless view of the tits my sister used to glare at me like I was scum for even glancing. Fresh off U Minjeong's raw sex stream, the lewd sight overlapped in my head naturally.
She pulling it out for me to touch?
Of course not. I scanned the room. Empty private suite. That secrecy egged me on, maybe. Nah, reason had checked out to instinct ages ago.
I reached out like a trance and grabbed that exposed fat tit.
Squishy-soft.
"Whoa..."
Warm, marshmallow heaven overwhelming my hand. Fingering the bumpy areola and hard nipple sent my cock throbbing. Emboldened, I mashed my palm full against the massive mound, kneading away.
The wild part? Kang Mina's reaction. My hand defiling her chest, and she just stared at the TV, blank as ever.
"Haa..."
Then it happened. Hot breath leaked from her parted lips. She bent her blanketed legs slow, spreading them wide into an M, knees splayed.
Her right hand slid under the covers, down to her crotch.
"Mina?"
No response—she was gone. Squelch. Slick friction sounds from under the blanket. Her hips started grinding the sheets, slow and writhing.
"Fuck, this is insane."
Touch her tits, and boom—legs spread, auto-masturbating. Pure conditioned reflex. Perfect autopilot.
What the hell did those Cambodian gang fucks do to her for three months to turn my arrogant sister into this flawless fuckhole? The haughty bitch reduced to a pleasure-only meat toy—my domination kink went nuclear.
Zip down, cock out—precum beading heavy on the tip, ready to blow. I stroked slow.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
Her left hand busy in her crotch. My right owning that squishy tit.
Gulp.
Bolder now. I grabbed her exposed hand from atop the blanket and guided it to my shaft.
She gasped soft. But her soft hand touched my cock... and started stroking. Thumb and index ringed it, fingers like boneless jade caressing smooth.
"Whoa... fuck... this is full auto?"
Just ram it in? Her rhythm was clockwork—squeezing the head just right, wrist snaps like she knew exactly how guys love it. Handjob masterclass.
"Fuck... can't hold it."
Balls aching, cum pulsing at the tip. About to burst.
Then—thud, thud. Footsteps in the hall.
I yanked my hand off her tit, pants half-down—no time, ducked behind the narrow partition at the entrance, into the shadows.
Creak.
Door opened. Young bob-cut nurse in white stepped in. Name tag: Choi Sujin.
She locked the door careful, approached the bed.
"Patient Mina, time for blood pressure."
Her voice trembled with barely-hidden heat. Wrapped the cuff loose on Mina's arm, then eyed her body outright hungry.
"Unbelievable every time. How'd you break so perfectly? Frontal lobe took a hell of a hit, huh."
Choi Sujin swallowed hard, untied Mina's gown fully. Pale torso and massive tits bare under the lights.
"No guardians, you're my perfect doll now."
She grabbed both tits rough. From the dark, I smirked. Woman devouring woman. This nurse was using the vegged-out patient's reflexes to feed her own lust. Same breed as me.
"Haa... ngh..."
Mina moaned mechanical again. Reacting, legs spread wide once more. Blanket kicked off, exposing her slick slit.
"Already soaked? What a slutty body."
Nurse buried her face between Mina's thighs. Tongue slurping the swollen pink mound—sounds filling the room.
Slurp. Suck. Smack.
"Hng... haat..."
Bob-cut slapping her cheeks wild. Mina's back arched bow-like. Brain-dead flesh squirting juices in ecstasy.
Choi Sujin wiped glistening fluids from her mouth, panting rough.
"This hole's mine forever. Just feel what I give you."
As she jammed two fingers toward Mina's entrance—
"Why the fuck are you managing my sister's hole?"
My cold, low growl froze the air. I stepped from the shadows; she went rigid as stone.
"H-heek...!"
She crumpled to the floor, staring up in horror. I sauntered over, one hand in pocket, phone in the other. Screen showed her crime recorded crystal clear.
"Wh-who are you? This is ICU... gasp!"
"Me? The brother of that bitch panting on the bed. Guess this hospital doesn't scare you off playing with patients like toys."
Her eyes bulged—camera rolling.
"N-no, that's not..."
"We pay you to care, not scissor-fuck the patients."
"Pl-please... spare me... I lost my mind... d-delete the video, please."
"Nah."
"P-pleeease."
She groveled face-down. Cute bob-cut, pretty face. And to my eyes? Thick red haze coiled in her head—a Lust Ghost clear as day.
Choi Sujin, possessed, clueless—boiling lust uncontrollable. Probably lived as a nympho her whole life.
Exorcism's easy as breathing for me. One thought vaporizes trash like that. But why bother?
Hell, in Korea, Lust Ghosts are rare gems. Boost birth rates. Japan tanked theirs, so they unleashed shamans to spread 'em—rates spiked, now they're overrunning the place. Girls possessed hitting streets nightly, seducing dudes. Freaky nation.
I gathered spiritual power light, shot a spike of foul energy straight to her Lust Ghost.
Burn hotter.
"Ngh... haa..."
Ghost thrashed on my power; her body jolted. Thighs twisting under her gown. Terror in her eyes, but flesh raging beyond control. Delicious contradiction.
I lounged on the sofa, unzipped. My swollen cock loomed before her.
"Too big a crime to keep quiet. Time to pay up."
Her gaze locked on my crotch. Horror and shame twisted her face... then unstoppable lust spread. Lips parted, dry swallow echoing.
"K-keep it secret... and I'll... suck you off."
Ghost fully submitted, offering its host. Predator turned prey in seconds.
"Heh. Good girl. Crawl."
No hesitation—on all fours to me. Knees hitting floor, gown gaping, soaked panties flashing.
"Itadakimasu..."
Shaky hands on my thighs, lips wrapping my shaft.
"Glrk... slurp... schluuurp."
Her medical know-how shone—tongue teasing urethra, pressing the shaft against her palate hard. Not for survival, pure lust devouring me.
"Shit... you're good."
I gripped her bob-cut tight. Rammed my hips—no mercy.
"Gack! Glurk... glk...!"
Deep intrusion teared her eyes. But I yanked her head back and forth brutal. Mina's handjob and the lez show had me primed; her throat was overkill.
Spurt-spurt!
Ghost-jacked brain made her cling my thighs, swallowing deeper through the pain. Straight to her gut.
"Cough... hack... haa, haa..."
I pulled out; she hacked, silver spit dangling. Teary eyes looked up—tamed pet gaze.
"Now you know who to serve, right? I'll delete the vid later."
"Y-yes... Master..."
"Master" slipped natural. Leverage plus ghost control owned her instincts.
Footsteps outside—multiple. I fixed Mina's gown, hands behind back. Choi Sujin tidied frantic, bolted out.
Attending doc entered with chart—rounds.
"Ms. Kang Mina. Feeling better?"
No reaction. He flashed a light in her eyes, muttering.
"Pupil dilation normal..."
"How's her condition?"
He turned. "Guardian?"
"Yeah. Her brother."
"Brutal state. Teeth yanked raw, knees smashed, Achilles tendons severed both sides—no walking."
I gaped. Teeth pulled, knees crushed, tendons cut? Torture, not just beating.
"Heart failure and delirium piled on—touch and go. Modern medicine couldn't save her."
"Then how'd she recover?"
"Lucky—our Special Grade shaman handled it perfectly."
"Special Grade shaman?"
Rare for hospitals to station one. I blinked.
"Don't worry about costs. They covered surgery and private room full."
"Ah... got it."
Who? Some Special Grade dropping a fortune on a stranger like Mina? Uneasy vibe.
"Body's discharge-ready. Shock amnesia—rest at home in familiar spot. Handle discharge downstairs. Oh, and any odd behavior? Don't stop her, just watch. Feed regular, meds on time."
"Odd how far?"
"Anything she didn't do before. Observe only."
"Got it..."
Doc left. I wheeled Mina to the lobby.
"Kang Suhu, brother of Kang Mina?"
Discharge line—tap on shoulder. Mid-40s worn guy, chomping a Monami pen like a cig.
"Detective Nam Gyuho."
"Ah... yeah."
Voice matched the phone cop. Shook hands—and spotted it. Alien mass on his back: damp, foul energy clump. A Sal (Killing Curse) gnawing his life via Vengeful Spirit.