Pura's Public Breakdown and Private Surrender
Soon, the mission window chimed with a notification sound. Checking it, Pura stared blankly in a daze, a single tear streaming down her face.
"Fuck, should I show my tits now? Look at this, Worme, you fuck. What the hell, 150,000 viewers..."
To focus on the stream, Joo-young had switched from fingering her ass to her pussy, chuckling as she mocked the streamer. As Min-jun's family, she would never face such humiliation, and since Pura usually played the sassy concept, it made it all the more enjoyable.
"It's all over the communities, right?"
I'd donated and browsed the communities.
And so on—tons of posts were circulating online, which explained the 150,000 viewers.
Rub rub.
"Ah..."
Pura let out a single word laden with emotion, then quietly stripped off her top. Was she braless? Her nipples and breasts were now exposed to 150,000 viewers.
The chat exploded with sexual harassment and one-night stand offers, and even her manager, who should have stopped it, was sending KakaoTalk propositions.
"..."
Pura quietly checked the viewer count. 153,712. Over 150,000 people seeing her tits. And soon, photos of her face and breasts would flood the internet... She was already recognizable outside, and with tit pics out there, the street harassment would start, then prostitution offers... and if it got bad, rape. Destined to be jerk-off fodder for countless men, Pura burst into tears.
Even her trusted manager and editors were propositioning her for sex and harassing her, sharing screenshots in group chats...
"Sob..."
Pura broke down crying. All because of Min-jun's actions. To anyone watching, it looked like she was reacting negatively to his command. The chat, dominated by harassment, filled with curses and selfish demands to turn her into a public urinal or sex processing tool as punishment.
Only then did Pura realize what she'd done, quickly composing her face and resuming her streamer poise, but...
The chat, once ignited, wouldn't calm down. Just showing her tits to 150,000 people and becoming jerk-off material—crying over that? Proof she didn't accept Min-jun's command as natural.
"Really... I'm sorry... hic... Min-jun... I'm so sorry..."
"Hey, her face looks like she's about to die."
My sister, still clenching my cock tight, glanced at Pura's expression.
Pura's eyes were losing their spark.
"Please... just forgive me this once, Min-jun..."
Pura couldn't even cover her tits. That would make things worse. It might even affect her family. She'd seen news about an employee executed for badmouthing Min-jun behind his back, their family getting life sentences. She was terrified.
Then, Pura got a 1-on-1 chat request from Min-jun. Seeing a glimmer of hope, she minimized the stream screen, showing only her exposed tits on cam, and entered the private chat.
Pura's heart sank. Those words from Min-jun... a death sentence, right? Yeah... I spent all my money already... Mom... Dad... sorry...
Tears streaming from both eyes, the chat overheating, Min-jun messaged. Pura seized the hope, replying sharply.
‘Yes!’
‘What proposal?’
‘Anything's fine. ^^’
Pura froze mid-type, her fiery eyes halting. She glanced at the blazing chat, platform manager messages, family calls and texts, and her phone burning with messages from the "World Min-jun Welfare Association Enforcement Team," then resumed typing.
‘Of course! You're always welcome, Min-jun!’
A virgin, she decided to offer her chastity and body to save her family, honor, and career. In a way, a good deal.
After that, things moved fast. The chat silenced at Min-jun's "shut up" command—no messages at all. He followed up: delete any Pura tit pics you have.
The "enforcement team" guy warned to be careful and stopped contacting. Platform manager, family, friends—all urged, no, demanded she get her head straight, undergo obedience training.
Before meeting Min-jun, Pura paused activities and fired her editor and manager who'd harassed and propositioned her over her tits. The manager begged till the end, offering 1 million won for one fuck since her tits were so pretty. Finally, 100,000 won for a pussy pic. Pura tossed him a random internet pussy pic and took the cash. He'd jerk to it thinking of her, but she didn't mind. Though another editor sending a cumshot pic saying he'd jerked to her tits did piss her off.
With prep done, she now rang Min-jun's doorbell.
Click.
"...Uh... guest for our little brother? Call girl?"
The door opened to a beauty with tits as big as Pura's—Joo-young, treating her like a whore.
"No... just a guest."
"Ah, sorry. Our brother's such a womanizer, and you're so pretty... um... sorry!"
Joo-young bowed deeply in apology. Her cleavage showed, filled with cum.
"No... it's fine..."
"Yep. Come in."
Joo-young stepped aside, and Pura entered the entryway, spotting cum puddles lined up on the floor.
"Oops, haven't cleaned yet. Step around."
"Yep..."
Side-glancing, Joo-young wore no panties, cum dripping from her pussy. Greeting guests like that...
"Hey~! Yoo Min-jun! Your guest is here!"
"Tell her to come here!"
Pura heard a man's voice from down the hall.
"Ah, that room."
"Yes... thank you."
"Not sensitive, right?"
"...I am... sensitive..."
"...Uh... good luck then. Our brother's great at sex."
"I'm... not a call girl..."
"I know, just kidding. Pura. Hurry, Min-jun's waiting."
Pura flinched at Joo-young seeming to know everything, hesitating to move.
Suddenly, a hand groped her ass.
"Seeing you in person after just the monitor... so fucking hot. After Min-jun's done, give me some. Go on, I'll masturbate waiting my turn."
Unexpectedly roped into lesbian sex too, Pura sighed, passed Min-jun's mom cleaning cum puddles, and entered the room.
"Ooh, big bro. One more shot? Yap! Good job, bro. 95 left now!"
"No, guest is coming..."
"Ah, she's here. Pull out now?"
"Yeah."
Ji-na got off, my cock slipping out naturally. Cum poured from Ji-na's pussy, of course. She sat on the floor, wiping with tissue.
By the door stood the streamer 'Pura' from the monitor, dazed.
"Pura, come here."
"...Yes."
Pura climbed onto the bed where I lay, face set in resolve.
"Put it in."
Pura hesitated, fear flashing, but slowly lowered onto my cock.
"Ugh... aaak... ugh."
Her pained groans made it real: this was rape.
"You're sensitive?"
"Ugh... yes..."
"Aigoo, shoulda said. Since it's in halfway, push all the way."
"Yes... ugh... aaak..."
Blood trickled from Pura's pussy, swallowing my cock to the root.
"Hoo... feels good... ah, I'm quick on the draw? Virgin pussy might make me cum right away..."
"Ah... it's dangerous today...!"
Squirt.
"Hoo..."
"Ah...? N-no way... for real...?"
"Damn... felt too good, came."
"Ah... I said no... it's dangerous... why..."
Tears welled in despair, voice trembling.
"Keep moving."
"...Yes..."
Mechanical reply, lifeless eyes, Pura kept rocking her hips.
"Aa... ah... augh... ah..."
Despite pain, she moved. Even as cum flooded her womb, she continued.
"It's dangerous..."
She murmured softly, but I kept creampieing her. Soon her pussy overflowed with cum. Realizing she'd get pregnant, her eyes went fully dead—like a corpse. Like the sex slaves from MT.
Someone disapproved of such Pura.
"...Oppa. Not mad?"
Ji-na, who'd just serviced me.
"Nah? Just feels good. Ooh... squeeze like before."
"Sob... yes..."
Tears falling, dead eyes, Pura rocked and clenched her pussy. She flinched at Ji-na's words but relaxed hearing I felt good, serving pathetically with her pussy.
"Ugh... ungh..."
I grabbed Pura's tits, kneading freely. Below, enjoying her hip movements; eyes on Ji-na wiping endless cum from her pussy.
"Ahk... ugh... ueet..."
True to sensitivity, Pura's groans shifted from sharp pain to sultry pleasure.
"Pura, you seem to be feeling it."
"Ahht... aang... yes... I'm feeling it... hng..."
Even for Min-jun, it was rape to her—mental shock and physical pain from rough entry caused tears. But hearing Ji-na, she reframed: kindergarten lessons, parents' words—being "raped" by Min-jun was normal, not even rape. Women existed to bear kids for society or handle his sex processing. Her mistakes stemmed from pain and false "rape" idea; now she got it.
When big sis asked who she was, she should've said: 'Woman called for Min-jun's sex processing.' Or agreed to call girl.
Unable to go back, Pura clenched harder to atone. Thick cum flooded her womb again; suppressing instinctive disgust and shame, she smiled at me.
Me, seeing ruined makeup from tears, her smiling while riding—perverse thrill of corruption.
"Haht... haung... heu... ♡"
Pura's moans turned thinner, more aroused. Proper sex processor now, Ji-na's expression softened, still wiping her pussy.
Pura continued serving. Fulfilling her duty as a woman with her pussy for Min-jun's sex processing.