The Caterpillar's Crawl
"Ugh... ugh..."
As Jihun suddenly prepares to start his game, Hanayuki is momentarily left dazed, unable to comprehend what is happening.
She squirms on the living room floor like a caterpillar, twisting her body to look up at him.
"Let me explain it again so it's easy to understand," Jihun begins, his voice dripping with sweet affection.
"I don't want to do something as crude as starving you. Instead, I want to turn this into a fun game so that my sweet Hanayuki will eat it voluntarily. Naturally, you see. So..."
Jihun presses and holds the button on the remote control again.
"If you crawl over there and eat it, I'll stop the electric shocks!"
This time, he doesn't lift his finger.
"Ngh! Ah—gyah! G-Guh!"
Jihun keeps his finger clamped down on the button.
Electricity relentlessly fries Hanayuki's thick central nervous system and spinal cord.
"K-Kuh... guh... k-kuhhh..."
Unable to move forward, Hanayuki can only squirm like a pupa on the verge of molting, rubbing her quadruple-amputee torso desperately against the floorboards.
Her eyelids stretch open as wide as they can go, her pupils shrinking to tiny pinpricks of sheer terror.
"Ahg! Ehg! Gyaah! Gyah!"
Spasmodic, hiccup-like screams erupt from her throat in jagged bursts.
Every time she writhes against the floor, her soft, plush breasts and the mound of Venus covering her slender lower belly rub helplessly against the hard wood.
"A-Ah... ugh... uh... ah..."
By now, her screams have completely disintegrated, losing all distinction between vowels and consonants. Her voice has degraded from a human cry into mere primal noise.
Yet, she makes almost no progress forward.
"Ah... ooh... ah... ah..."
Hanayuki's eyes suddenly roll back, and a thick, frothy foam spills from her mouth as if she has swallowed detergent.
The viscous foam mixes with her tears, saliva, and snot, whipping into a pale, frothy paste between her cheek and the floor. With every violent twitch of her body, strings of this thick, milky fluid stretch and bridge the gap between her face and the floorboards.
She still cannot move forward.
"..."
Jihun scratches his head.
"Was that too strong?"
He finally releases the button.
"Ah... ugh..."
With a weak, deflated groan, Hanayuki's body flops violently like a freshly caught fish, her spine arching backward in a massive spasm.
Her back arches so severely that only her lower belly supports her weight, her entire torso folding into a grotesque, avant-garde V-shape against the floor.
And then—
"Ahg."
She collapses back down with a heavy thud.
"Ngh... guh... g-gurgle..."
A foul, acidic bile leaks from her mouth once more. The yellow gastric juice bleeds into the white froth of spit and foam, staining the whipped mixture a sickly, pale yellow.
"You keep throwing up," Jihun mutters, frowning as he flips through the user manual. "Is it... this one?"
He turns a small dial on the side of the remote.
"Hanayuki-chan, I'll lower the output this time. You can do it, right?"
Jihun grins, feigning as if he's about to press the button again, but Hanayuki doesn't respond.
"Guh... n-ngh..."
Her eyes are rolled back; she has passed out.
"Tsk."
Jihun walks to the kitchen, fills a large pitcher with tap water, and dumps in a handful of ice cubes. After shaking it to let the chill spread, he returns.
"Hyaaaah?!"
He splashes the freezing water directly onto Hanayuki's back, as if giving her a cold bath. The yellow-and-white paste of bodily fluids washes off her skin, spreading across the floor with the melting ice.
"Hanayuki-chan."
"H-Hic... so c-cold... it's too cold..."
Hanayuki shivers violently, trying to curl herself into a ball. Though she cannot curl up properly with her limbs severed, she does her absolute best, her limbless torso rounding out like a sliced olive.
"Hic... ugh..."
"Are you done resting now?"
"Stop... please stop... I don't want this anymore... hic... waaaah..."
Hanayuki whimpers in a nasal, childish tone, like a toddler crying to its mother.
Unfortunately for her, Hanayuki is no longer a child, and Jihun is certainly not her mother. In fact, if she had at least been a virgin, Jihun might have thought, 'At least this bitch still has some purity left,' and shown her the bare minimum of pity one might feel for an innocent child.
But she wasn't a virgin, which meant she wasn't pure. And once purity is defiled, it can never be restored, even if one were to surgically reconstruct the hymen a hundred times over. Jihun remembered how she used to play the coy, nasal-voiced "virgin bitch" on her streams. It was a massive disappointment to him that the "red pill" behind that cute virtual avatar was not a virgin bitch at all, but just a common whore.
Looking down at Hanayuki's limbless, naked body rolling on the wet floor, a wave of disgust and malice rises within Jihun once more.
"It's no use trying to read my expression, Hanayuki-chan!"
Jihun forces his voice back into a cheerful, mock-playful register.
"Alright, let's begin. One—"
"Wait...!!"
"Two—"
"Please!!!"
"Three."
"Aaaagh! Gyah-gyah-gyah-gyah!"
The voltage is lower than before, but the electricity still surges through her bone marrow and central nervous system with agonizing intensity. However, unlike the first time, the pain is controlled just enough to at least allow her to scream.
"Agyah! Ahg! Gyaaaah! It hurts! Stop it! Stop!"
Screams like a pig being slaughtered burst from her lips. With every shriek, the frothy bubbles remaining in her mouth are spat out along with more yellow bile.
"Hurry up and move! I won't stop until you eat it!" Jihun urges relentlessly.
"G-Guh... ugh... gyah..."
Only now does Hanayuki begin to crawl, inch by inch, toward her leg—or what was left of it. Despite her caterpillar-like appearance, the way her limbless body drags itself forward looks more like a stick insect struggling across a branch.
"Ngh... gyah... kyah!"
She arches her back high and stretches her torso forward, mimicking the awkward gait of a stick insect. With her limbs reduced to stumps, this is the only way she can manage to drag herself forward. Every time she pulls her upper body along, her large, soft breasts are squashed flat against the floor. Behind them, two parallel streaks of vomit are dragged through the wet mess, looking like tire tracks left in the mud.
"Ugh... gyah... gyaaaah!"
Hanayuki continuously twitches, stopping and starting her agonizing advance. Under the relentless torture, her body expels bile from above and urine from below. Perhaps her internal organs have been damaged by the extreme trauma, as her urine runs dark and turbid.
"You really look like a caterpillar," Jihun chuckles, looking down at her as she desperately struggles toward her leg. Just as he says, her limbless torso leaves a thick trail of slime behind her, like a slug crawling over a leaf.
"Guh... ngh... g-gurgle..."
Hanayuki grits her teeth and pushes on. The raw, sensitive ends of her amputated limbs sting terribly, forcing her to shift her posture, dragging her heavy breasts and stubby shoulder stumps against the floorboards to pull herself forward.
"Guh... it hurts... it hurts... gyah..."
Eventually, she flips onto her back, wriggling her spine to slide backward toward her goal.
"This angle is actually pretty hot," Jihun remarks with a smirk, enjoying the view.
With every squirm of her body, her massive breasts bounce and jiggle toward the ceiling. Thanks to her dense breast tissue, they maintain a remarkably firm, perky shape despite being nearly a G-cup. Shivering from the ice water splashed over her, her pink nipples stand erect and rigid, like cherries on a cake.
"Ngh... guh... guh..."
Despite the agonizing current frying her spine and the biting cold piercing her skin, Hanayuki grits her teeth and crawls forward with everything she has. Her movements look remarkably like a soldier performing low crawls during basic military training.
"See? I fucking told you women could handle the military," Jihun scoffs, recalling the past debates over female conscription.
After female suffrage was abolished, feminist groups had tried to use female conscription as a bargaining chip to regain their voting rights. However, the members of the revolutionary government had dismissed it out of hand, scoffing, "Are you trying to take credit now, when the Korean Peninsula is unified and our potential enemies are already down for the count?"
One alt-right assemblyman had even replied, "If we're conscripting them to serve as flesh toilets, I'll seriously consider it." It was just a polite way of telling them to fuck off.
In any case, the world had truly become a wonderful place. Jihun smiled warmly at the thought.
A long while later,
"G-Guh... ahg!"
Having finally crawled her way to her leg—or what was left of it—Hanayuki desperately reaches out with her stubby arm.
"Ah... ugh..."
She tries to pull the plate toward herself, but because her arm is nothing but a stump, she only succeeds in knocking it over. The tenderly cooked leg meat tumbles out, rolling miserably onto the dirty floor. Even so, she desperately stretches her neck, trying to sink her teeth into her own calf meat, when—
"Hanayuki-chan."
Her calf meat suddenly floats up into the air. Jihun has picked it up.
"Why are you spilling your food all over the floor?" Jihun giggles, looking down at her.
"This won't do. Your table manners are absolutely dreadful, so I'll have to penalize you!"
Jihun carries the leg meat back to the opposite side of the room.
"Alright, let's start over from the beginning!"
He places the leg meat right back where Hanayuki had started.
"Ah... aaah... AAAAHHH!!!"
Hanayuki screams in absolute despair.
"It's no use crying. I had this room completely soundproofed, so no one can hear you anyway," Jihun giggles. Then, his eyes turn ice-cold as he looks down at her. "Or would you prefer I just keep holding this button down until tomorrow?"
Using every excuse he could think of, Jihun forced Hanayuki to crawl back and forth across the living room several more times. The only silver lining was that she was slowly growing accustomed to dragging her limbless body across the floor.
A long while later.
"Ugh... hic... ugh..."
Cradled in Jihun's arms, Hanayuki gnaws on her own leg like a wild beast. Any psychological resistance to eating her own flesh has completely vanished. The sheer terror of the electric shocks and Jihun's sadistic cruelty has utterly overwhelmed her disgust.
"It hurt a lot, didn't it?"
"Yes... it hurt... it hurt so much..."
Perhaps having temporarily forgotten that Jihun was the very source of her torment, Hanayuki whimpers and clings to him, pausing her feeding to seek comfort.
"Hmm... Well, then... to cheer you up, let's do a live stream tomorrow!"
Jihun beams as if struck by a brilliant idea.
"Since my sweet Hanayuki-chan is a VTuber, you'll love streaming! You said you loved streaming, right, Hanayuki-chan?"
"Y-Yes... I love it. I love it..."
Of course, she absolutely loathed streaming and catering to disgusting otaku, but she forced herself to play along to keep Jihun pleased.
"Now... what should we do for tomorrow's stream..."
Jihun ponders for a moment before his face lights up with a sickening grin.
"Perfect! Tomorrow, we're doing a live stream where we take a VTuber's virginity!"