Gangnam Mud Festival 2
Bleurp. Bloorp, bleurbleurp. Countless cunts were resonating, chanting my praises.
A grotesque form that should never emerge into the human world. The succubus of the shell realm. The tit-cunt monster, Blisshit, had been summoned.
"Queee~ Bweeeing?" Blisshit tilted its head cutely. Whether it even had a proper head was debatable, but I could tell it was hamming it up.
"Blisshit. Listen up, your job's simple."
"Bloorp bloorp."
Blisshit wriggled in response to my words.
"Spray your pink mist everywhere."
"Queeeung? Bloorp?"
"Obviously, make sure it doesn't affect me."
"Bleurbleurp."
"Got it. I'll fuck you later as a reward."
"Queee!"
For some reason, I could communicate with Blisshit just fine.
"Then people will all rush to the bathroom. Lock the door and hold out behind it. Don't open for anyone."
"Prrrrrrrrrrrrr~"
Blisshit made its pussy-flesh quiver long and hard, sending a signal. It meant it understood.
Blisshit had grasped my plan 100%.
Suddenly, I found Blisshit kinda cute. Well-behaved things always are.
I checked my smartphone's battery. Switched to video mode and hid it discreetly in my shirt, camera peeking out.
Time to live-stream this hellscape on SNS.
I'd made the account under "SuspectX." Used VPN and an overseas server—untraceable.
Left the bathroom and headed back to the party.
I modulated my voice, adding live commentary to the footage.
"What you're seeing isn't CGI or staged."
I panned to the digital wall clock. Date and time stamped clear as day.
"As you can see from the timestamp, this is live. We're in an apartment in Gangnam. A regular home, renovated for parties. And right here, famous celebs you all know are doing drugs and fucking."
I moved slowly. Pink mist was spreading everywhere. In a sealed space like this, Blisshit's power was amplified.
"Haaaang~ Haang… Haaaa~~"
The vibe shifted the second I entered the living room. Movements got rougher, voices louder. Excitement amps up volume.
"Haa… Why's it so fucking hot?"
Aroused guests started stripping wildly. One shed clothes, and the next unbuttoned her blouse. Over there, the Prosecutor General gripped a young woman's waist too hard. Sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Prosecutor sir, you okay? Your face is beet red."
A stunning beauty with a wine glass asked.
"Ah… Suddenly so hot… And my stomach…"
He trailed off, scanning around. Clearly hunting for the bathroom.
"Sorry, be right back."
He hurried toward it—but midway, he grabbed another woman's ass roughly.
"Oh my! Prosecutooor~~"
"Sorry… Sorry… I just… Uh. What's wrong with me? Wanna cum… but dunno what to cum on."
"Eee~ Prosecutor sir~ Must be jizz, right?"
"Right???"
"Want me to help?"
His hands kept groping her, even as the other clutched his gut.
This was just the opener.
In under five minutes, the whole party devolved into depravity. Serving girls who'd been fine started heating up first. Guests groped more aggressively, faces twisted in discomfort.
Assemblyman Seo Jung-woo kneaded a woman's tits on the sofa, face contorted in agony.
"Ah… Bathroom… Where's the bathroom…"
He tried standing, but she yanked him back.
"Wait… Congressman… Check my pussy?"
She spread wide, eyes glazed with lust. Blisshit's influence had her too.
Seo Jung-woo's face warped further, but his hands didn't stop roaming her body. Crystal clear on camera.
Suddenly, he froze. Dark stain spread on his pants.
"Ah… Ahh…"
The woman finally clocked it. But she clamped her thighs, shuddering.
Pfffrrrt—
"Me too… Can't hold… Uwaaah!"
Water gushed from under her skirt.
Shockingly, they didn't stop. Embraced harder, kissing as they shat everywhere.
Dudes waved erect cocks. Mistaking the room for a toilet under Blisshit's sway—what a filthy sight.
Blisshit's power exceeded my expectations. Lust was secondary; it erased the bathroom concept from their brains.
Mud pooled on the floor. Same scenes erupted everywhere.
Top officials, execs, police chief, prosecutor general—all and their partners lost to dual urges.
Over there, Dongju Daily's CEO Lee Min-ho collapsed, groaning.
"No… What the…"
His pants soaked yellow, face twisted in lust and shame. Still, he stroked the woman's thigh beside him.
A beauty farted wetly from her ass, adding more mud.
I filmed every corner.
"Live from Gangnam's Mud Festival. Drugs are terrifying, folks."
Where was Nam Seohee? She orchestrated this mess.
One bedroom door ajar. Peered in: Nam Seohee with two guys, all under Blisshit.
She'd already made a puddle, moaning.
"Ugh… What… What's this…"
Confused, but hands still yanking their pants.
"Sorry… Can't hold back…"
One guy stiffened. Horrid sound from his ass, more mud.
"Ughhh… Fucked… But… Keep going…"
Incredibly, he didn't quit. Pounced on her hornier.
Shitting and surging lust—a true mud hellscape.
An hour later, total chaos. Everyone lost bodily control. Sofas, carpets, floors—muddied.
Most shocking: They kept fucking through the shit smears. Lust overrode shame.
Mud Festival peaked. Fully horned-up guests didn't notice me filming openly.
A cute girl double-teamed by the police chief and some dude in a threesome. Captured their mud-smeared faces and depravity.
"That's enough."
Mud hell had descended.
"This live will hit YouTube too!"
I stopped streaming. Reviewed footage, smirking in satisfaction.
This meant their social deaths. Prosecutor general, assemblyman, police chief, newspaper CEO—all caught mid-shit-fuck.
Stepping out, I murmured:
"Soul return, Blisshit."
Screams erupted inside. Sanity restored, they retched at their filth.
And a video titled Gangnam Mud Festival went up on YouTube.
"Shin, don't stress too hard. Pull out if it gets dicey."
"Got it, sunbae. Who you think I am? Tsk."
Veteran detective Gu Gang-cheol worried for his pale-skinned, slender junior detective Shin Song-hee. Today's undercover op was high-risk.
"Sunbae, that intel for real?"
"Huh?"
Shin Song-hee adjusted her slutty dress, plumping her cleavage, and asked.
"That every Awakened sighting ties to a drug party?"
"Yeah. All new hunter registrants are drug offenders."
"Whoa… Why no news coverage? Even other cops don't know Awakened exist."
"Higher-ups blocking it. Imagine the panic if superhumans like Awakened and hunters went public?"
"Criminals getting powers… So unfair. I want powers too. Hng."
"Our mission's figuring out how they Awaken. Stay sharp, Shin."
"But why not bust the drugs? It's illegal."
"Bigwigs are knee-deep. Touch the wrong briar, you end up in a Matiz. We ignore drugs—this is about uncovering Awakening methods."
NIS hotline order: Probe drug parties for Awakening secrets.
"Is there justice in this world? Like that Rolls-Royce case."
Shin Song-hee bit her lip, asking Gu Gang-cheol.
"Justice? Fuck that, give it to the dogs. Money's justice. This country's where victims get screwed. Stolen ID? Victim pays the bank loans. Ride the wave, don't fight it."
Shin Song-hee nodded. Elite-track cop, but stuck on SNS duty. Her righteousness shattered watching her most just sunbae get Matiz'd on a drug bust.
Judiciary rotten through. Cops, prosecutors, judges—all corrupt. Hard to find a clean dept.
Especially drug investigations here: suicide sentence, even for detectives.
Truth that the righteous die—how it tormented her.
"End times. Hundreds in comas, superpowers popping up. Monsters next?"
Gu Gang-cheol donned his tux crisp, applying BB cream.
"Ooh, sunbae. Pale face looks pretty stylish."
"Flirting?"
"Kekeke. Wife'd scalp you?"
Smiling chit-chat, but tension thick. Their op tied to Korea's security, per NIS.
Powerful Awakened meant national power-up. Secret from public, though.
"NIS says police chief's at the party."
Song-hee fidgeted her outfit, lips twitching worriedly.
"They don't know us. Just confirm how Awakening happens at drug parties. Remember: Bail if risky."
"Got it."
She didn't mind his fussing. Without him, she'd still be desk-SNS-ing. His rec got her field time, crediting her martial skills.
"Dress too slutty?"
"Yeah, daddy!"
Shin Song-hee grinned whitely, deepening her cleavage.
Gu Gang-cheol shook his head, fixed his tie, gripped the doorknob.
"Let's go."
"Yes!!"
Gu as fintech startup CEO, Shin as US investor.
"Gangnam apartment house party? Never guessed."
At 1514, Shin Song-hee whispered to Gu.
She swallowed, pondering how to fake drug-high face.
Ding-dong.
Door opened to a beautiful, elegant woman. Her bright smile made Gu's heart race.
"Who?"
"Ah, fintech CEO Koo Cheol-gang, by referral."
"Hi, I'm Sarah Jung."
"Ah!! Mr. Koo! Ms. Sarah Jung! Come in! I'm party host Nam Seohee."
Escorted by Nam Seohee, Gu Gang-cheol and Shin Song-hee entered safely.
Song-hee deep-breathed to calm her pounding heart.
Thus began their drug party undercover.
But in under ten minutes, the pink storm hit them—a catastrophe.