A Sealed Package
"What the... Why does she have a hymen?"
Jihun muttered to himself in confusion as he pried open the legs of Hanayuki, who had still not regained consciousness.
On stream, Hanayuki was a VTuber who played into the recent otaku demand: a girl who was easygoing and casual, yet completely inexperienced and easily flustered by anything sexual—the classic "virgin bitch" archetype.
But a character was just a character, and a fake was just a fake.
In the 21st-century Republic of Korea, where sexual promiscuity had spread like a plague, virginity was treated as nothing more than an abstract, mythical concept.
For any biological female whose reproductive organs were even remotely functional, the hymen was usually torn away as easily as the cheap plastic wrapping on junk food.
Furthermore, considering the scandal that had forced Hanayuki into retirement and her subsequent hiatus before ending up in Jihun's apartment, the existence of a hymen made even less sense.
"There's no way she's actually a virgin... right?"
Jihun poked at Hanayuki's hymen with a cotton swab, testing it gently.
A pink membrane with a few tiny perforations—by all accounts, it was undeniably a hymen.
The catalyst for Hanayuki's retirement had been the leak of her "red pill"—her real-life identity.
Originally a live streamer, she had been forced to retire after being caught going on a sexual getaway with her boyfriend on Christmas Day. Realizing she could no longer make a living with her actual face, she had rebranded herself as a VTuber.
Of course, a core group of diehard, brain-dead fans—derided by outsiders as "shattered-skulls"—had desperately tried to shield her. But then, her private social media accounts were leaked, exposing her misandrist, feminist remarks.
The leaks didn't stop there.
An anonymous whistleblower leaked remarks that Hanayuki—no, Sohyun—had made in private.
"People are making way too much of a fuss over a few house dogs dying on duty."
"How does it make any sense to give employment benefits to losers who couldn't even keep their own limbs intact in a war?"
It was a level of malice that would make the Devil himself blush. Even her most loyal, brain-dead defenders were utterly appalled. Hanayuki's fanbase disintegrated at a speed unprecedented in the history of VTubing.
After desperately trying to weather the storm, Hanayuki was finally kicked out of her agency under the guise of a "voluntary retirement."
...Or at least, that was the extent of Jihun's background knowledge.
"What's going on here?"
Jihun tilted his head in confusion.
"Yes, hello? Is this the Nampo Mechanized Livestock Factory? Yes, the product I purchased recently... Yes, Hana... no, Sohyun. Yes."
In the end, he decided to call the seller directly to ask.
Her face was an exact match to the "red pill" photos he had seen online, so there was no mistaking her identity, but a woman's face could always be altered with makeup.
Unfortunately, Jihun was nearing thirty and was still a virgin.
He had spent a fortune to buy this quadruple-amputee onahole.
At the very least, he wanted to lose his virginity to the "woman he loved"—or rather, his favorite "character."
A moment later,
"Wow, those North Korean bastards really have become slaves to capitalism."
After listening to the seller's explanation, Jihun nodded in admiration, fully understanding the situation.
Their explanation was simple: much like the tamper-evident seal on a high-end electronic device, they had performed a hymenoplasty to serve as proof of the product's unused state.
Jihun gently lifted Hanayuki's bangs.
Beneath the wig, her natural black hair, tightly bound inside a wig cap, was revealed.
Without realizing it, Jihun buried his nose into the wig cap and took a deep, long drag.
"Fuck, why does this smell so incredibly hot..."
The scent of sweat and concentrated pheromones trapped beneath the wig cap assaulted his nostrils.
Yet, he did not remove the wig entirely.
After burying his face in the wig cap a few more times to inhale her scent, he pulled the wig back down and carefully adjusted it.
"You really are my Hanayuki-tan."
Because Hanayuki had to remain Hanayuki.
Her signature light-blue twin-tail wig—a blatant rip-off of a popular character he had seen somewhere before—draped down, framing her cheeks.
The wig framing her face made her look even more slender and adorable.
"Hanayuki-tan, you're so beautiful. You make me so hard."
Jihun repeatedly kissed the face of Hanayuki, who was still drifting in a semi-conscious, drugged stupor.
He avoided her lips.
A kiss was something sacred.
He would save their first kiss for when she was fully conscious.
A bit of Hanayuki's makeup rubbed off onto Jihun's lips, but he didn't care.
Jihun had zero experience with women.
Because of this, he mistook the distinct chemical scent of cosmetics for the natural fragrance of her pheromones.
Inhaling the mixture of cosmetics and imagined pheromones, Jihun felt his erection throb violently.
"See you tomorrow, Hanayuki-tan."
Jihun spent a few moments fondling Hanayuki's breasts, kissing her skin, pressing his face against her groin, and kissing her again before finally switching off the lights.
Hanayuki remained limp as a corpse, her eyes shut tight.
Though she gave no response, she would surely answer him tomorrow once the drugs wore off.
She would whisper into his ear the words she used to tease her viewers with on stream: "I love you, Habung-ah."
A prince's kiss awakening the sleeping princess.
It was a childish fairy tale, but Jihun loved it.
Tomorrow, Jihun would be the prince, and Hanayuki would be his princess.
Jihun smiled, his heart swelling with anticipation.
Locked in her unconscious state, Sohyun wandered through her memories.
After being driven out of the live-streaming industry, she had migrated to the VTuber market.
Though she had been practically exiled, life as a VTuber wasn't half bad.
Since she didn't have to show her face, it was incredibly comfortable.
She no longer had to put on a desperate show, subtly flashing her tits or shaking her ass to appease demanding viewers.
Stalking was also out of the question—after all, no one could trace the person hiding behind the digital avatar.
The otaku were disgusting, but just as the industry's old adage went—"Otaku are so easy"—if she put on a show of being innocent yet down-to-earth, playing into their desire for "gap moe," money would pour out of them like water squeezed from a wet rag.
While she rarely hit the massive, single-day jackpots she used to get as a regular streamer, the steady stream of donations gave her a highly stable and flexible source of income.
But as they say, a woman's worst enemy is another woman.
There was an older female streamer who had also transitioned to the VTuber market due to a similar controversy.
Even before her transition, she had been notorious as a "toxic bitch with nothing going for her but her tits and face." Even in an industry where her face was hidden, she couldn't suppress her venomous nature and quickly ruined her career.
Hilariously, she blamed Sohyun for her downfall, convinced that Sohyun had stolen all her viewers.
In a fit of spite, she leaked Sohyun's past and their private conversations all over the internet.
And just like that, Sohyun was forced to retire.
Afterward, her behavior drew the attention of the authorities, and her human rights were stripped away.
She had tried to live like a ghost, keeping her head down to avoid a horrific fate, but her address was eventually leaked. She was kidnapped by a gang and dragged off to the Nampo Mechanized Livestock Factory in the North.
The factory was cleaner than she could have ever imagined.
To a chilling degree.
If no one told you otherwise, you would think it was a semiconductor plant rather than a livestock factory—or rather, a yeochuk factory.
Sohyun had begged, crying out, "Where is this?" and "Please save me!" but they never answered.
They didn't say a single word to her.
They simply strapped Sohyun into a mechanical apparatus.
And that was where her memory ended.
To prevent death from shock, Sohyun was placed under anesthesia while her arms and legs were amputated, and she underwent the "productization" process.
Afterward, Sohyun—now Hanayuki—was put up for auction on the black market, where Jihun won her with a staggering bid.
The next day,
"Why isn't she waking up?..."
Jihun looked down worriedly at Hanayuki, who was splayed out naked on the bed.
Judging by the steady rise and fall of her large breasts, she was definitely alive.
"Tsk..."
The twenty-four hours the company had specified had passed, so it should be safe to "use" her now.
Left with no other choice, Jihun pressed a button on the remote control that had been packaged inside the box.
Immediately,
"Ogh!"
With a pathetic, choked gasp, Hanayuki's body convulsed.
"Are you awake, Hanayuki?"
Jihun knew very well that first impressions were crucial.
He forced his lips into a wide, genial smile.
"W-where... where am I?! Where is this?!"
Sohyun thrashed around, her voice frantic and incoherent.
"This isn't how it was supposed to go."
Jihun's expectations shattered.
This was not the first meeting he had envisioned.
"What... my legs. What happened to my legs? Why are they... Ah... Aaaah! My arms..."
Sohyun frantically whipped her head around, trying to look at her limbs.
More accurately, she was staring at the stumps where her arms and legs used to be.
"Hanayuki-tan, let's calm down first. Okay? The situation right now is..."
Even so, Jihun tried to speak in a gentle, soothing voice to quiet her down.
"Fuck!! My legs!! My arms!! What did you do to me, you son of a bitch?!"
But Jihun's attempt at kindness was violently rejected.
Sohyun screamed at the top of her lungs, glaring at him with pure hatred.
"Give me back my arms!! You crazy bastard!! You fucking piece of shit... You're my stalker, aren't you?! You're that crazy stalker, you psycho!!"
"Hanayuki-tan."
Jihun suppressed the rising anger of his ruined fantasy, forcing himself to remain patient.
"Who the fuck is Hanayuki-tan, you delusional otaku freak?! What did you do to my arms and legs, you motherfucker?!"
"Hanayuki-tan."
Jihun's voice dropped, turning ice-cold.
"What the hell are you talking about, you pathetic loser?! Shut up and give me back my—!!"
"I guess we have to do this the hard way."
Jihun sighed softly and pressed a button on the remote.
"Agh."
The scream was barely more than a sharp hiccup, far quieter than expected.
But the sheer magnitude of agony packed into that single, choked gasp was beyond imagination.
"W-what... what is this... what did you do... hng... Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt so much?..."
A stream of pale yellow urine trickled down from between Hanayuki's plump thighs.
"Hanayuki-tan, you pissed yourself."
"Ugh... what... what did you do to my body..."
"I'll clean it up for you later."
"Listen to me, you crazy fuck!! What did you do to my—!!"
"Be quiet."
"Agh!"
Hanayuki's eyes rolled back as her spine arched violently.
Her body convulsed, causing her large, perfectly shaped breasts to jiggle wildly like pudding.
Once again, her scream was stifled.
The sheer volume of pain was something her nervous system couldn't even process, causing her body to short-circuit.
"That hurts a lot, doesn't it, Hanayuki-tan?"
Jihun waved the remote control in front of her face.
"What... what is that... hng..."
"Watch your tone."
"Agh!"
"I'm going to explain it to you, so listen carefully, okay? Hmm... you're a bit slow, aren't you, Hanayuki-tan? I'll explain it simply so even a dummy like you can understand. You see, inside a human's spine, there are a looot of nerves. Every nerve in your body is connected to it. And as for you..."
Jihun paused for a moment, choosing his words.
"The wonderful people who matched you with me performed a very special surgery on you. To put it simply, there's a canal inside your spine where the nerves run, right? They inserted an extremely thin wire directly into it. And when I do this..."
Jihun clicked the button on the remote once more.
"Agh!"
"It hurts like hell, right? Of course it does. I'm sending an electric current directly into your spinal cord. It must feel like you're dying. But once you accept your situation, Hanayuki-tan... well, I'll try my best not to use it. So..."
Jihun stroked Hanayuki's forehead, offering her a sweet, gentle smile.
"Let's try to get along, okay?"
It was Jihun's greeting—or rather, his final warning.
But Hanayuki spat in his face.
"Ptu."
"Who... who the fuck... who is Hanayuki-tan... you crazy, delusional otaku piece of—ugh!"
Jihun pressed the button again to quiet her down.
Then, with a bright, cheerful smile, he spoke.
"You stupid bitch, you still don't understand the situation you're in, do you?"