The Red Pill of a Fallen Idol
“…”
Jihun stared anxiously at his smartphone screen.
But the current time was 3:10 PM, and the package still hadn't arrived.
Normally, Jihun would have brushed it off, thinking, The deliveries must be running a bit behind today, but today was different.
Every minute felt like an hour.
Jihun had even taken a day of annual leave from work just for today.
Because the package scheduled to arrive today was an incredibly special one.
What kind of package, you ask—
Ding-dong—♪
The cheerful chime of the front door intercom rang out.
Jihun dashed to the intercom and buzzed the visitor in.
Wearing nothing but an undershirt with a windbreaker thrown hastily over it, he shoved his feet into his worn-out slip-on sneakers and flung the front door wide open.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have made such a fuss.
Normally, he would have just buzzed the lobby door open and dragged the package inside whenever he felt like it.
But today was different.
The elevator descended from the third floor to the first, then stopped.
A brief pause followed.
It had to be the delivery driver.
In his heart, he wanted to jump up and down with giddy anticipation, just like when his parents bought him the game console he had begged for as a child. But he was an adult.
So, he jumped up and down only in his mind.
Had he ever been this excited since childhood?
The numbers on the elevator display ticked upward toward Jihun's floor.
A grin spread across Jihun's face.
The display finally reached his floor.
A moment later,
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Jihun bowed politely as he saw the delivery driver off.
In the driver's hand was a bottle of juice Jihun had handed him.
It was Jihun's small token of appreciation for delivering such precious cargo.
“Hum, hum, hum…♪♪”
Jihun hummed a tune as he dragged the box into his apartment.
The box weighed roughly the weight of an adult female plus a little extra.
For Jihun, a white-collar office worker who spent his days sitting in front of a computer and rarely exercised, it was a bit heavy—yet in this moment, it felt light as a feather.
And no wonder, considering what this precious item was—
Jihun frowned.
Indeed, a box cutter was out of the question; it might damage the precious and delicate item inside.
Setting the box cutter aside, Jihun carefully used his fingernails to peel back the tape sealing the box.
He tried to be meticulous, scraping away with his nails, but his impatience got the better of him, causing the tape to snap several times.
Even so, Jihun remained in high spirits as he stripped the remaining tape away and slowly, carefully opened the box.
When the flaps parted, what lay inside was—
“Holy shit…”
A quadruple-amputee onahole.
And of course, she was alive.
Tubes were intubated in her nose, continuously administering sedatives and gases to keep her unconscious.
Another tube was inserted into her mouth to supply minimal liquid nutrients.
Perhaps because she was forcibly drugged into stupor, her eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, and drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. Yet despite all that,
“She's so fucking gorgeous…”
This quadruple-amputee onahole was breathtakingly beautiful.
The onahole's name was Park Sohyun.
Before her life as a human being came to an end, she had active as a VTuber named Hanayuki.
Before that, she had been a face-cam streamer.
Her transition to VTubing had been triggered by a scandalous incident.
It was revealed that her Christmas Day hiatus was actually a luxury hotel getaway—a sex vacation—with her boyfriend, a tattooed thug and half-gangster streamer with a violent criminal record. That leak effectively ended her career as a mainstream streamer.
Disgraced though she was, her face was undeniably stunning—perfectly explaining how she had managed to milk so much donation money out of her brainless, simp viewers.
“Now… how do I set this up?”
Jihun paused in thought, then opened the MyTube app on his phone.
“Quadruple-amputee… onahole… flesh toilet… first-time setup…”
After scrolling down a few times, he found exactly what he was looking for.
In the past, the spiteful female employees at MyTube Korea would have deleted such content in a heartbeat, but now, it was intentionally left alone.
What a wonderful world we live in now, Jihun thought.
“Let's see… turn off the device here, and remove the intubation slowly so as not to damage the airway…”
Following the video's instructions, Jihun shut down the sedation apparatus and slowly began pulling the silicone tubes out of Sohyun's—or rather, Hanayuki's—nose and mouth.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Though she was still unconscious, the stimulation of her airway triggered a reflexive, painful groan that leaked from her throat in ragged gasps.
“Just bear with it a little, Sohyun… no, Hanayuki-tan.”
Jihun grinned with anticipation as he meticulously pulled the silicone tubes all the way out.
Finally,
“Ah… kgh.”
With a weak, breathless groan, the tubes slipped completely free.
The ends of the tubes were coated in a sticky mess of mucus and bodily fluids, which now dripped down her chin and nose like a mindless, drooling idiot.
Jihun sniffed the tube, then leaned in to sniff Hanayuki's face.
A stench, or perhaps a fragrance.
It was a musty, stale, yet strangely sweet scent—an addictive smell that tickled his nose.
“Even Hanayuki-tan's breath smells good.”
Jihun pried Hanayuki's mouth open, took a deep sniff, and smiled with satisfaction.
The breath of a woman who had been trapped in a box for an entire day could hardly be called pleasant by objective standards.
But Jihun's hyper-aroused brain filtered the foul odor into a sweet perfume, piling layer upon layer of intense excitement.
“Wow, holy shit, technology these days is insane…”
Jihun looked down at Hanayuki with awe in his eyes.
He had heard that when limbs are amputated, the body's metabolism collapses, causing the skin to coarsen and the figure to ruin.
But the Nampo Mechanized Livestock Factory in the Northern Territory, which had processed Park Sohyun—Hanayuki—into a quadruple-amputee onahole, had managed her with meticulous care.
Her face was beautifully made up to ensure a perfect first impression for the customer, and her flawlessly maintained skin felt incredibly soft.
They had even regulated her nutrition to account for her reduced basal metabolic rate; her breasts remained firm and bouncy, and her waist was remarkably slender.
Her thighs, severed just above the knees, were plump and firm, and her hips and buttocks retained their full, voluptuous shape.
Aside from her bluntly stumped arms and legs, she looked exactly as she did during her prime.
Even the amputated stumps had been treated so expertly that there was barely any scarring; they were smooth and soft to the touch.
That wasn't all.
“Damn… those North Korean bastards have really embraced capitalism, haven't they?”
They had even fitted her with a light-blue twin-tail wig to match Hanayuki's signature VTuber avatar.
Even though the Republic of Korea had transformed into a male-dominated society where women were reduced to livestock, the government still needed to maintain its standing as a legitimate state in the eyes of the international community. Thus, they couldn't openly engage in illegal activities.
As a result, the administration turned a eye to illicit operations like 'female livestock processing,' using the excuse that the Northern Territory was 'not yet fully stabilized.'
The emerging entrepreneurs of the North didn't miss this opportunity. They poured immense effort into these tacitly condoned illegal industries, earning recognition for their high-quality results even in mainstream society.
One of those 'products' was the quadruple-amputee onahole sitting right in front of Jihun.
“Wow… shit… wow…”
Jihun gasped in admiration as he stroked the cheek of the onahole—the former human.
It was soft.
He touched her lips.
They weren't chapped at all, just perfectly plump and soft.
Her breasts.
The moment his hand made contact, her soft breasts jiggled like pudding.
They were so large, plush, and soft that he couldn't even fit one entirely in his grasp.
He continued to knead her breasts before sliding his hand down her waist.
His hand caught on her wide, childbearing hips.
“Fucking wide hips…”
Jihun admired Hanayuki's hips.
I want to use this onahole right now.
Jihun thought, but unfortunately,
the manufacturer's instructions had warned: Please let the product rest for at least one day to stabilize. He decided to hold back for today.
“Well, let's at least take her out first…”
Jihun lifted Hanayuki out of the packing peanuts in a bridal carry.
Since her legs were severed just above the knees, he placed his hand directly under her buttocks to balance her center of gravity.
It was an awkward posture, but because she lacked limbs, she was incredibly light and easy to lift.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Was her consciousness slowly returning? Hanayuki's brow furrowed as she let out a faint, weak groan.
“You really are so fucking pretty.”
Regardless of her state, Jihun planted a loud kiss on Hanayuki's cheek.
After carrying Hanayuki over to the sofa, Jihun began to clean up the box.
The box was filled to the brim with white styrofoam packing peanuts.
“What's this?”
He noticed that the bottom of the box was stained yellow.
Jihun picked up a few of the yellowed packing peanuts and sniffed them.
It smelled like urine.
She must have pissed herself while trapped inside the box.
“Guess I need to buy a pee pad.”
Jihun chuckled, recalling a joke he had seen online.
Then,
“And what's this…”
He spotted a few smaller styrofoam boxes nestled inside.
Opening them up,
“Wow, holy shit, talk about customer service…”
It was a touch of customer satisfaction that proved the North had adapted to capitalism faster than anyone: Hanayuki's severed arms and legs.
“I thought they would have just thrown them away…”
Deeply touched, Jihun inspected the contents of the styrofoam boxes.
Two legs and two arms—not a single piece had been discarded; they were all there.
Perhaps knowing that customers who bought these products had that kind of taste, the arms and legs had been preserved in their original shapes.
One leg and one arm had been cooked to a beautiful, reddish-brown hue.
They appeared to have been oven-roasted.
The skin glistened appetizingly, basted in meat juices and glazed with a rich sauce reduction.
The other arm and leg were vacuum-sealed and prepared sous-vide style.
The sous-vide pieces, cooked to a perfect, delicate color, were so tender that his finger would sink right into the flesh with the slightest pressure.
“I'll have to eat these with Hanayuki-tan later.”
Jihun smiled with absolute satisfaction.
Indeed, capitalism was a beautiful thing.