A Cry for Help
“Go on, keep talking.”
Jihun didn't seem flustered at all by Hanayuki's sudden outburst.
“You crazy otaku piece of shit! Stop acting so fucking smug! Fuck!”
Hanayuki shrieked, her voice dripping with pure venom.
“My real name is Park Sohyun! I was kidnapped by a crazy otaku and forced to... *sob*... forced to stream! I'm being raped right now...”
“No, it's not! It's not a concept... Ah, ahn?! ♡”
Regardless of her pleas, Jihun gripped her waist as if she were a mere torso-style onahole, continuing to lift and slam his pelvis into her.
“No! It's not like that! Please call the police! I'm... ohn... ♡... I'm being raped...! By a psychopath... I was kidnapped by a crazy otaku!...”
Tears streamed down Hanayuki's face as she cried out into the microphone.
On the screen, her avatar, Kirayuki, mirrored her expression, its face contorted into a deep frown.
“Fuck!! You crazy otaku bastards!! Does this look like a fucking joke to you?! Please, just call the cops!! I'm begging you, report this!! Please!!”
Driven to near-madness by the viewers' playful mockery, Hanayuki screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Ah... ah... ugh...”
Desperate and frustrated by the viewers' lukewarm reactions, Hanayuki quickly changed her tune.
“I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being rude... So please... please... ohn?!... Please call the police...”
Once again, she began her tearful pleading.
All the while, Jihun kept his grip on her waist, relentlessly thrusting into her.
The friction against her engorged, highly sensitive vagina produced a series of wet, squelching queefs—squelch, squelch—echoing through the room.
“Ohn?! This... this is just a physiological reaction... ahn?! ♡♡ Please... it's not because I want to feel this... Please... please call the police... *hic*... please...”
“Please... please... *sob*... ohn?!... Ah... nngh... ♡♡”
Hanayuki's mind was a chaotic blur of pain and intense orgasm.
The remnants of her torn (reconstructed) hymen and ruptured capillaries mixed with her vaginal fluids and his semen, slowly oozing out of her in a thick, warm slurry.
“P-Pwease... ngh? ♡... Pwease... call the p-police... call the police...”
Hanayuki continued to beg, her tongue completely heavy and slurred.
The avatar tracked her facial movements with high precision.
Her face, slack-jawed and dazed from the overwhelming pleasure, was perfectly rendered on the screen.
“Pwease!! Pwease, someone just call the police!! Please!!! Aaaahhh!”
Hanayuki screamed into the microphone over and over again.
In the current society of the Democratic Republic of Korea, the treatment of women who do not possess a legal representative or a Human Rights Guarantor is brutal.
A woman's legal representative or Human Rights Guarantor was a rather complex social status wrapped in fancy administrative jargon, but to put it simply, they were her "master."
A woman without a lawful master existed in a judicial gray zone, even if her human rights had not been officially revoked.
At the very least, it had to be proven that she was a virgin at the time of the rape for the police to even bother lifting their heavy asses. Even if the culprit was caught, deliberate and sloppy investigations usually ensured they were acquitted.
Only cases of rape-murder barely made it to the third page of the newspapers to warrant a proper investigation, but even then, most ended in probation.
One could say that since the coup, the Democratic Republic of Korea had truly become a... desirable society.
“T-Thank you... thank you! Thank you so much!!”
At the very least, the hope that this living hell might finally come to an end brought a flush of color back to Hanayuki's face.
“Dumb bitch...”
Jihun muttered, utterly dumbfounded.
“You fucking crazy otaku piece of shit! You're so dead! Just wait until the police get here! Once they're here, you're fucking done!!”
Hanayuki's face instantly regained its smug, haughty facial expression.
The avatar tracking her face immediately contorted into the same haughty expression.
Either way, it didn't matter much to Jihun or Hanayuki.
“But you're loving it too, aren't you?”
Jihun whispered sweetly into her ear.
“Kyah?! You crazy... you crazy bastard! Any woman would react like this physically... ohn?!”
“You're dripping wet down there.”
“You pathetic... otaku loser! It's because you say stupid shit like that that you're still jerking off to VTubers at your age!”
“Says the bitch who made a living off VTubing!”
“Fucking Hannam loser... ohn?! You have no idea how fun it is to leech off your money!”
“Are you really not going to watch your mouth, you bitch?”
“You're the one who needs to watch your mouth! Once the police... once the police get here... your life is over, you fucking otaku piece of shit!”
Hanayuki continued to snap at him with a haughty glare.
“Is she actually retarded...?”
“You're the retard! Welcome to the real world, you otaku... ohn?!... piece of shit!!”
“You're even dumber than I thought.”
Jihun muttered, shaking his head.
Hanayuki clearly hadn't grasped the reality of the situation yet.
Even if—by some miracle—the police came and took issue with his actions, it would only end in a slap on the wrist.
That was just the kind of era they lived in now.
There was absolutely no way Jihun would face the harsh reality check Hanayuki was hoping for.
Besides, he had another card up his sleeve.
Suddenly, a comment from one of the viewers crossed his mind: Just let her enjoy it.
Yeah, why not let her enjoy her little fantasy for a bit? Jihun decided.
Stupid bitch.
He sneered inwardly.
Jihun continued to lift her up and slam himself into her, driving Hanayuki wild with spasms of intense pleasure.
A short while later,
The doorbell rang.
“Coming—”
“The police are here! The police are here, you idiot! You're so fucking—ahn?! ♡”
Leaving the struggling Hanayuki behind—after casually pressing a button on the remote control—Jihun headed toward the front door.
“Yes, how can I help you?”
Jihun opened the door to find two police officers standing there.
To be precise, a male officer and a female officer.
“Hello. We received a report, so we're here to...”
The male officer spoke calmly, checking the details of the report on his smartphone.
The female officer stood beside him, her eyes cast downward as if completely intimidated.
“A report? For what?”
“Yes, we received a call claiming that someone is being raped here.”
“Ah, rape?”
“Yes. Honestly... it's absurd that someone would call the police over something so trivial these days... Ah, my apologies. But since a report was filed, do you mind if we take a quick look inside?”
“Inside my home?”
Jihun asked, his expression hardening slightly.
“Yes. It's likely nothing serious, but we still have to verify it since a report was made.”
The officer requested politely, giving a slight bow of apology.
“...Sure, come on in.”
Jihun agreed easily.
Normally, he would have snapped at them to "come back with a warrant," but the officer was being exceptionally polite.
“...”
Besides, he wanted to give the timid female officer standing there a "good show."
“Thank you.”
The two officers bowed slightly and stepped inside.
“We'll take a quick look around, then.”
“Go ahead.”
The male officer casually checked the rooms, opening doors one by one.
Eventually, he reached the room where Hanayuki was kept.
The door swung open.
“Ah.”
The male officer gasped.
“Kyaaa!”
The female officer shrieked as their eyes locked onto Hanayuki.
“Please... help me! Help me!”
Hanayuki cried out, her face lighting up with hope.