The Price of Sabotage
"Kh... Kgh..."
The moment of defloration is a pain a woman can only experience once in her lifetime.
Experiencing an artificially reconstructed "second" defloration, Hanayuki shuddered at the bizarre pain.
The thickly reconstructed hymen stretched like a rubber membrane before starting to tear, rip by rip, around the opening.
Meanwhile, the questions for the "40 Questions, 40 Answers" segment kept updating on the screen.
"N-No, it's nothing, Kibungs! I'm just... well... feeling a bit under the weather...!"
Hanayuki desperately tried to act as if nothing was wrong.
But Kirayuki, Hanayuki's new avatar, tracked her face perfectly—glitching, rolling its eyes, and furrowing its brow in sync with her real-time agony.
"A-Ah... it's not like that...!! What are you guys even..."
Hanayuki grimaced and tried to wave her hands.
Her avatar grimaced right along with her.
The signature expression of modern Korean women—a sour, venomous scowl—was captured flawlessly by the high-performance avatar.
"N-No, that's not it, Kibungs! I didn't mean to..."
Disappointed by Hanayuki's attitude, viewers began leaving the stream one by one.
Meanwhile, the "40 Questions, 40 Answers" segment fizzled out and came to an awkward end.
Before she knew it, another ten viewers had dropped off.
At that moment, a sudden realization flashed through Hanayuki's mind.
If I completely ruin the stream like this, won't there be fewer people watching my humiliation?
Just then—
"Ah-hyut?! ♡♡"
Jihun pinched Hanayuki's engorged clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.
Because it was swollen much larger than usual, the sensation per unit area was slightly diluted, but it made it far easier to target and stimulate.
Jihun pinched, flicked with his fingernails, and squeezed her clitoris hard.
A thick, heavy pleasure mixed with sharp pain, drenching Hanayuki's lower half and her pituitary gland in a massive flood of dopamine.
"Ah-heut! ♡♡"
The expression of Hanayuki experiencing simultaneous orgasm and agony was tracked perfectly, reflecting directly onto her avatar.
"Hngh... ♡"
On the screen, the character furrowed its brow and bit its lip.
"Hng-hyat?! ♡♡"
Hanayuki's torso jolted upward, her entire body shuddering violently.
For a second, her face slipped out of the LiDAR and webcam tracking range, causing the avatar to glitch and spasm wildly as if having a seizure.
Clinging precariously to Jihun's cock just beneath her torn hymen, Hanayuki's vaginal walls quivered, spraying a torrent of slick arousal fluid.
"Ah... hngh."
As the climax washed over her, Hanayuki's mouth fell open, drool spilling down her chin.
The avatar's mouth gaped open in unison.
Its eyes, unfocused from the sheer intensity of the orgasm, rolled upward toward the ceiling.
"K-Ahem!"
Having just crossed the peak, a wave of post-nut clarity washed over Hanayuki. She cleared her throat in a desperate bid to regain composure.
"Seriously, guys. I told you to stop with the sexual harassment. Do you want to get banned?"
Hanayuki snapped back, scolding them for the relentless crude comments.
"You guys are really crossing the line. Let's keep it civil, okay?"
Hanayuki forced her face back into that "bitchy scowl," sharp and defensive, snapping at every comment.
"If you keep this up, I will start banning people. Understood? Please watch your mouth..."
The high-pitched, cutesy anime voice she had been forcing completely dropped, replaced by her flat, natural tone.
Yes, if they keep leaving like this...
Hanayuki let a faint, hopeful smile slip.
"Excuse me, that is sexual harassment! If you draw lewd art of me, I will take legal action, so consider yourselves warned!"
Hanayuki snapped back with dead-serious hostility, completely killing the mood of their casual banter.
The viewers continued to leave, one after another.
Yes, if I keep driving them away like this...
Hanayuki smiled inwardly.
On the screen, Kirayuki smiled too.
Just then—
"You think you're clever, don't you, you fucking bitch?"
Jihun whispered directly into Hanayuki's ear. And then—
"Ogh-eck!!"
Grabbing Hanayuki's torso, he used his full weight to slam her down onto his shaft.
With a sickening r-rip, her thickly reconstructed hymen tore completely open.
"It hu... hurts..."
Hanayuki stared blankly into space, trembling uncontrollably.
Instead of arousal fluid, fresh, watery blood seeped from her torn membranes, staining Jihun's groin.
"It hurts so m... much..."
Hanayuki whimpered in agony.
Fortunately, Jihun had deftly muted the microphone right before slamming her down, so her cries of pain never reached the stream.
"This is your first punishment, Hanayuki-tan."
Jihun stroked her lower abdomen, slowly lifting and dropping her body.
"Hee-yik...!"
Her freshly shredded hymen rubbed painfully against his thick shaft.
The raw, newly torn tissue was incredibly sensitive.
"Listen closely, Hanayuki-tan."
Jihun bit down gently on her earlobe before continuing.
"Do you think I'm some kind of fucking idiot? You think I don't see what you're doing? You're trying to drive the viewers away on purpose, aren't you?"
"N-No, it's not like that. It's really not, Habung-ah."
"Like hell it isn't, you fucking cunt."
Jihun pressed a button on the remote control.
An electric current surged down Hanayuki's spine, overstimulating her nerves and forcing her vaginal walls to clamp down on Jihun's cock with maximum pressure.
Since the current was low, the sensation passing into Jihun's cock was a pleasant, tingling buzz, combined with the incredibly tight grip of her seizing vagina—a highly novel sensation.
"Oh, wow. This is a whole different level of tight."
Jihun marveled for a moment before continuing.
"Anyway, listen up, you bitch."
He went on.
"No matter how brainless you are, I know you're an expert at catering to these pathetic weebs."
He pressed the button again.
"Ugh-yak!"
"You know exactly what they want, yet... you're blatantly sabotaging the stream."
"S-Sabotage? What does that mean, Habung-ah...?"
Confused, Hanayuki asked, genuinely not understanding the word.
A woman is supposed to be a little dumb to be hot, Jihun had always believed. But there was a fine line between being cute-dumb and being fucking annoying.
To Jihun, a woman who was submissive and simple-minded possessed a charming innocence. But a woman who was stupid, yet completely misread the room while trying to play mind games, was nothing but "disgusting and cunning."
A sudden wave of irritation washed over him.
"Egh-eck."
"Ghargh."
"Ghyak!"
He repeatedly mashed the remote button, only calming down after her body had spasmed several times.
"Sabotage means intentionally acting like a retard to ruin a job, just like you're doing right now."
He added a cold explanation.
"Anyway, I'm turning the mic back on. You're going to do a good job, right?"
"Yes... yes, I'll do a good job."
"Don't tell me that. You need to do a good job for the viewers. And listen to me, you fucking cunt..."
Jihun shoved his tongue into her ear canal, savoring the wet sensation, before whispering:
"If you try to pull another stunt like this, I'll give you a uterine prolapse and shove it into a waffle iron. Got it?"
He delivered the threat in a low, chilling murmur.
"H-Hee-yik..."
"As long as you behave, that won't happen. So don't be so fucking scared."
Meanwhile, the chat was in absolute chaos.
"The viewers are waiting. Let's start again. One, two, three."
Jihun gave her the cue and unmuted the microphone.
"Sorry about that, Kibungs! I had a quick emergency to take care of...!"
"Wait a minute! Why are you guys so obsessed with my pee?!"
High energy returned to Hanayuki's voice, and the toxic, defensive edge vanished from her expression.
"Hmm... do you want to guess?"
Hanayuki smiled brightly, playing along with the otaku's degenerate demands.
Once again, the chat room descended into utter madness.
"Ah, seriously, you guys are so gross!"
Hanayuki snapped at the weebs once more.
But unlike before, her tone lacked any genuine hostility, filled instead with playful banter.
The weebs seemed thoroughly satisfied.
"Yeah, right? For the next stream... Ah-heut?!"
Jihun gripped Hanayuki's waist like a literal onahole, pumping her up and down.
"Hngh..."
He lifted her up with a light bounce, and then—
"Hya-ut?!"
slammed her back down with the force of gravity.
The freshly torn edges of her reconstructed hymen ruptured further, a thick stream of blood oozing out.
Someone quoted a meme derived from a famous line in Koi Delivery 3, a notorious adult game featuring a VTuber protagonist that had once taken the internet by storm.
The rest of the chat immediately erupted in an uproar.
"No... it's not like that. I'm just... out of... hngh... breath..."
"Like hell you are."
Jihun thrust his cock deeper, pushing past the shredded remnants of her hymen.
Coagulated blood, carrying a faint, metallic odor, dissolved into her juices and trickled down.
"Ha-ut... mm... so... tomorrow's... stream..."
Hanayuki grit her teeth, desperately fighting against the overwhelming wave of pleasure and pain.
But even the latest tracking technology had its limits. The software struggled to process her agonizingly distorted facial expressions, which were completely absent from its pre-programmed library.
On the monitor, the avatar glitched into a grotesque, uncanny mask—simultaneously laughing, crying, rejoicing, and grieving.
Just then, a brilliant idea struck Hanayuki.
Wait... if there are viewers right now, that means people in the outside world are watching this... which means...
Hanayuki's face suddenly lit up with hope.
I can call for help!
"P-Please! Someone help me! I've been kidnapped! I was kidnapped by a psychopath and I'm being forced to stream! Please help me!"
The moment the realization hit her, Hanayuki screamed into the microphone at the top of her lungs.
And very soon, Hanayuki would come to regret this decision with every fiber of her being.