The End of a VTuber's Red Pill
“Habung-i, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong!”
Hanayuki flails her severed limbs, pleading desperately with Jihun.
“Too late, you fucking bitch.”
Gritting his teeth, Jihun opens his toolbox and begins rummaging through it, pulling out various tools.
“H-Hieeeek?!”
Hanayuki recoils in terror at the tools in his hands, trying to cover her eyes with her hands—or rather, she tries to, but with no arms, she can only squeeze her eyes shut in sheer panic.
“Stop overreacting, for fuck's sake.”
Jihun chuckles dryly and unfolds a stepladder he had set up in the corner of the living room.
“W-What are you doing with that?...” Hanayuki asks, stunned by the sudden appearance of the ladder.
“You'll see,” Jihun replies dismissively as he begins to climb.
“H-Habung-i! I'm sorry! I must have been crazy. Please? Just let me off this once. Please.”
Hanayuki lies prostrate on the floor, rubbing her non-existent hands together in desperate supplication.
The arrogant, defiant attitude she had shown in front of the police is completely gone; she is utterly cowed.
Her venomous spite has melted away like spring snow, replaced by what Jihun considers a woman's most desirable expression: one of absolute submission and terror.
“...”
Jihun ignores her.
“Please, Habung-i? I... I was wrong. Really. I'll reflect on what I did. Okay? Please, please, please forgive me.”
Hanayuki continues to beg.
“I... ah... ahhh...”
She desperately racks her brain, trying to figure out how to earn Jihun's forgiveness.
Finally, her mind stumbles upon a potential path to survival.
Smiling radiantly as if she has finally found her salvation, she rolls over onto her back.
“Hey, Habung-i! Do... do you want to do a cosplay roleplay with me? Huh? Which character do you like? I... I... ah... what kind of cosplay do you want? Please? I'll do anything!”
She babbles incoherently, spreading her short, severed thighs wide.
“Sob... please... please don't ignore me, look at me... I'm so scared, Habung-i...”
Hanayuki whimpers, flailing her splayed stumps.
“...”
Jihun stops fiddling with a screw in the ceiling and looks down at her in silence.
“Hey, do you want to see my pussy? Huh? My pussy... sob... it's really tight and has so many ridges... it feels amazing to fuck, you know? If you dress me up and shove it in, it'll feel so good, right? Right?”
Smiling radiantly as if she has finally found her salvation, she bends and extends her splayed thighs.
With every movement of her stumps, her pink vaginal opening stretches and contracts.
Though it is a grotesque sight, caked with dried blood from her ruptured hymen and defloration, the inner ridges are undeniably tight—almost unnaturally so.
She remembers how her numerous ex-boyfriends (mostly thugs and delinquents) had praised her body, giving her immense confidence in her sexual utility.
“...”
Jihun turns back to his work.
He hooks a ring to the screw in the ceiling and hangs a pulley from it.
“H-Habung-i! Habung-i, please look at me! Okay? I... I've watched a lot of anime! I'm not actually a weeb, but... yes! I still know exactly what otaku like! I—no, Hanayuki can do amazing cosplay roleplays for you! What character do you want? Please! Hanayuki really wants to have cosplay sex with you!”
In her frantic babbling, she quickly corrects her self-referential pronoun to her VTuber persona.
Perhaps moved by her pathetic, tearful pleading, Jihun...
“...”
...silently climbs down the ladder and approaches her.
“Yes, that's it! Come here! Fuck me! Shove it deep inside Hanayuki's desperate VTuber pussy!”
Overjoyed at the prospect of survival, Hanayuki beams and wiggles her stumps.
“Let's do a cosplay play! I'll change quickly... or rather, if Habung-i dresses me up, I'll do my absolute best! Hanayuki is super confident she can do it!!”
Her pussy, responding to her desperate arousal, begins to leak fluids.
The mixture of dried blood and vaginal secretions forms a thick, sticky paste that oozes down.
But Jihun had other ideas.
“Ogeeegh!!!”
Jihun kicks her wide-open crotch with all his might.
“You fucking bitch, you still haven't learned your lesson, have you?”
The kick is so brutal that her plump labia instantly swell, turning a dark, bruised purple.
“Kweeeeh!!!”
Hanayuki squeals like a slaughtered pig, her limbless torso squirming as she rolls across the floor.
The sheer force of the kick rattles her deep within her womb, sending a shockwave of agony straight to her ovaries.
She looks exactly like the "human pig" from ancient Chinese history.
Squirming while spraying a mixture of urine and vaginal fluids, Hanayuki is a picture of pure, unadulterated squalor.
“Oeegh!! It hurts!! Don't kick my pussy!!!”
She writhes in agony, screaming, but Jihun has no intention of listening.
“You brainless piece of shit!”
Jihun repeatedly soccer-kicks her crotch.
As if discovering a latent talent for the sport, his precise, rhythmic kicks carry terrifying force.
Rolling on the floor, Hanayuki...
“Ogegh!!”
...vomits yellow bile from the sheer intensity of the pain.
Ignoring her, Jihun pants heavily as he continues to kick and stomp on her body.
“S-Stop kicking me!! I'm sorry!! I'm so sorry!!!”
Like a pig thrashing in a mud pit, she writhes on the floor, coating her entire body in her own vomit and bodily fluids.
“Stupid bitch...”
After beating her for what feels like an eternity, Jihun places his foot on her face.
“Lick it.”
“Y-Yes... yes...”
“Don't use honorifics.”
“Okay... Habung-i...”
Hanayuki pokes her tongue out and begins to lick the mixture of vomit, vaginal fluids, and blood caked on his foot.
“Egh... gegh...”
She dry-heaves repeatedly but forces it down with all her might.
“Listen to me while you lick.”
“Yes... I mean, okay...”
“I told you, if you're going to play the fake persona, you'd better commit to the fucking end, didn't I?”
“Yes... you did... Habung-i said so...”
“But fuck, fine, let's put aside the fact that you snitched. Why...”
Jihun presses his foot down harder.
“Kwebgh.”
Hanayuki's cheek is squashed grotesquely.
“...did you say you're not an otaku? Hanayuki is an otaku, isn't she? Huh? Then why the fuck did you say 'I'm not actually a weeb'? You said you were an otaku during your streams. Since Hanayuki is an otaku, you—no, Hanayuki is an otaku, right?”
“Yes, that's right. I'm an otaku...”
“Sigh...”
Jihun grabs a dishcloth and roughly wipes his foot.
“Ugh...”
He then uses the same fluid-soaked rag to wipe Hanayuki's face and body.
Having been left rotting in a corner of the kitchen, the rag reeks horribly.
Combined with her bodily fluids and vomit, the stench is enough to make one's nose rot off.
But Hanayuki endures it.
“Ugh...”
She wants to live.
A moment later.
“Save me! I mean, save me, Habung-i!!”
“Shut the fuck up. Who said anything about killing you?”
“B-But this...!!”
“Don't worry. You won't die. You won't.”
Jihun is wrapping a rope noose around Hanayuki's neck, like a gallows.
The rope extends up to the pulley on the ceiling, and the other end runs down to a motorized winch device.
“S-Save me... save me...”
Hanayuki's teeth chatter in absolute terror.
“Sigh... I told you, you're not going to die...”
Jihun pulls the knot tight, constricting her throat.
“Hieek?!”
“Listen carefully, Hanayuki-tan. My forgiving you and you receiving punishment are two entirely different things.”
Jihun locks eyes with her as he finishes securing the knot.
“You see, Hanayuki-tan? You don't have arms or legs right now. To suffocate to death, you need a certain amount of body weight. But with your current weight...”
“Kweeeek?!?!”
Jihun activates the device. The rope winds up, hoisting Hanayuki into the air.
“See? You're not dying, right?”
“C-Can't breathe... can't... breathe...”
“You can if you try hard enough.”
“Kgh... stop... stop it...”
Dangling from the rope, Hanayuki grits her teeth.
“Good... now let's do this...”
Jihun presses another button on the controller.
At that moment...
“Ugh... gegh...”
Hanayuki's body begins to bounce up and down.
“How is it? Perfect, right? Painful enough to torture you, but not enough to kill you.”
“Stop... stop it...”
“We're just getting started.”
Jihun positions himself directly beneath the bouncing Hanayuki.
“The real fun starts now.”
Lying flat on his back, Jihun adjusts the angle of her dangling torso, aligning it with his body.
“Ohgut?!”
He thrusts his cock deep into her pussy.
“Gegh... gyah... k-kih...”
With Jihun lying on the floor and Hanayuki suspended by the noose, her body continues its mechanical vertical motion.
Every time her body bounces like a piston in an engine...
“Gyah?! Gih?!”
...choked, strangled groans escape her throat.
“Fuck, you're so tight...”
Jihun grits his teeth, holding back his climax.
Hanayuki's face turns a dark, congested purple.
Starved of oxygen, her constricted lungs spasm, desperately sucking in tiny gasps of air.
“Kgh... kgegh...”
She continues to bounce.
As her brain cells die off from hypoxia, they release a massive, sticky flood of dopamine.
“Ahgyah... ahgyaaagh...”
Her mouth hangs wide open.
Her pupils dilate to their limits.
“Ahgyaaagh!! What is this?! Kwegh?! Ugheegh?!?”
Her suspended body thrashes like a freshly caught fish.
The primal reproductive instinct triggered by near-death floods her entire body with a shattering orgasm.
“Ughik?! Ugih?! Kgyah?!”
Her vagina greedily clamps down on Jihun's shaft, producing wet, squelching sounds of trapped air.
Along with the squelching, a frothy mixture of semen and vaginal fluids bubbles up and oozes down between them.
“Ahg, ahg.”
When Jihun firmly grabs her breasts with both hands...
“Ohgut?! Ohok?!?”
...her body spasms even more violently.
“Ahgiiik!! My boobs!! You're tearing my boobs off!!!”
Though Jihun's hands hold her breasts in place, her torso continues its relentless, springy bouncing.
“No!! My boobs!! They're stretching!! I said they're going to tear!!!”
As her body rises...
“Ugheeek!! No!!!”
...her soft breasts stretch taut.
And as her body drops...
“Ughit.”
...they snap back into place.
An ominous tearing sound echoes from her Cooper's ligaments.
“Looks like Hanayuki-tan is going to get saggy grandma tits.”
Jihun sneers, mocking her.
“Nooo!! Hanayuki doesn't want grandma tits!!!”
“I'm the only one who's ever going to see them anyway, so just live with ruined tits.”
“I don't want to!! Don't ruin my tits!! I don't want grandma tits!!!”
Hanayuki and Jihun banter back and forth like they are in a comedy sketch.
But Jihun still feels like something is missing.
After a brief moment of thought...
“Up we go.”
He picks up the remote control for the spinal electric shock device and wedges the button down with a cup.
“Ugh... ughut?! Gkyah?! Gih?!”
A monstrous, distorted shriek tears from her throat as her entire body thrashes like a dying fish.
“Oh, that made you even tighter.”
“Gih?! Gkyah?! Ohgut?! Ohok?!?”
As the electric shocks hit her near-dead brain, her remaining neural pathways surrender, releasing a massive surge of dopamine.
“Hehgh... hegh... hegh...”
Her dopamine-addled body can no longer scream or cry out; she can only pant desperately for air.
The intense pleasure paints over her agony in sweet, distorted colors. Her vision spins, and her stomach churns.
It is orgasmic motion sickness.
And then...
“Ogeeegh...”
Overwhelmed by the sensory overload, she vomits yellow bile from the corner of her mouth once more.
But Jihun has no intention of stopping.
“What a spectacular view.”
“Ugh... ughut... Ohot?! Ohgut?!”
Hanayuki's body rapidly alternates between semi-consciousness and peak orgasm in a staccato rhythm.
With yellow bile constantly drooling from her mouth, her body sways limply like a teru teru bozu doll.
“Ughut.”
She passes out again.
“Ohuk?!”
Climaxes again.
“Gut.”
Passes out again.
“Ohuuuk?!?”
Climaxes again.
“Fuck!! Ah, this is amazing!! VTuber pussy is the fucking best, goddamn!!”
Jihun decides then and there that his next quadruple-amputee flesh toilet will also be a VTuber whose red pill has been leaked.
Of course, a tight pussy has nothing to do with being a VTuber, but this experience has sharpened his eye for "premium goods," so he considers it a win.
A long while later...
“Oh... ohuk...”
Finally lowered back to the floor, Hanayuki lies in a daze, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms.
“Snore... kgh...!”
Jihun, exhausted from the intense sex, is fast asleep on the floor beside her.
“Ugh... oho... oh...”
Her mouth hangs open in an 'O' shape as she struggles to regain her senses. Suddenly, something catches her eye.
“Huh??...”
She spots something.
“That...”
It is Jihun's smartphone.
And...
“A stylus...”
A stylus is lying on the floor nearby.
“...”
Maybe...
A sudden ray of hope piercing through her despair, Hanayuki begins to squirm, dragging her limbless torso across the floor.
She doesn't care that her soft breasts are dragging through a disgusting puddle of vomit, vaginal fluids, and urine.
Leaving a foul trail behind her, she crawls desperately toward Jihun's phone.
And...
“Mmph...”
She carefully picks up the stylus with her mouth.
The passcode...
She recalls catching a glimpse of it when Jihun unlocked his phone.
I think it was...
Holding the stylus in her teeth, she carefully taps the screen.
Then...
Ah...!!
The screen lights up.
Now, the next hurdle:
She needs to call for help.
But who?
She has suffered Human Rights Deprivation.
If she calls the police, they will just ignore her...
...which they already did.
She thinks again.
The fire department?
They only come to put out fires.
Her pussy is burning, but that is a very different kind of fire.
Even with her pea-sized brain, she knows that much.
Some government office?...
She has no idea what their numbers are.
My family?
She cut ties with her family long ago, after her second abortion.
So much had happened back then.
They probably think I got married!
They would probably bring Jihun a thank-you gift for taking their useless daughter off their hands.
“Snore... snort...”
Jihun's snoring breaks the silence.
Hanayuki flinches in terror, then...
“Whew...”
...lets out a sigh of relief.
She has to call someone before this psychopath wakes up.
In that case...
My boyfriends... my exes!
A list of her numerous ex-boyfriends (mostly tattooed thugs) flashes through her mind.
Even though she was just their jotjip, they had played romantic games like "let's memorize each other's numbers," so she still remembers a few.
Hanayuki...
“Mmh... mmph...”
...painstakingly dials the numbers using the stylus in her mouth.
She calls them one by one.
“Fuck... fuck...”
Every single one of them rejects her.
"You want me to support a limbless bitch? Fuck off."
[Tae-hyun]
"I already have a dog. I can't afford to raise some girl who lost her human rights."
[Jae-ho]
"You fucking bitch, are you trying to pongpong me?"
[Hyun-woo]
"Why the fuck does a jotjip think I'm her husband?"
[Sung-min]
"That's what you get for living like a total whore."
[Jin-young]
"You should've lived a better life, you slut."
Her ex-boyfriends all coldly refuse to save her.
“Sob... h-huff... sob...”
Hanayuki weeps.
Tears stream down her cheeks.
And then...
“Heh... hehehe... ahahaha... ugh...”
She laughs.
“Ahahaha!! This is so fucking funny!! I'm hilarious!! Hehehe... hehe...”
She cackles like a madwoman.
“Uhehe... ugh... sob... ugh...”
Then she cries again.
Alternating between hysterical laughter and sobbing, she slowly loses her mind.
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it living so promiscuously?
Was it acting as a jotjip for any random guy?
Was it the abortions?
Was it making those feminist remarks to save face, even though she was a failed streamer reduced to VTubing?
Was it treating the otaku who paid her bills like absolute idiots?
She doesn't know.
She has no idea where the path diverged.
Or if everything had been wrong from the very beginning.
Hanayuki has absolutely no idea.
“Ha... haha...”
She laughs dryly.
In the end...
“Yeah, this is how it should be...”
She scoffs at herself.
Maybe this is the proper end for a ruined VTuber, she thinks.
In fact, maybe this is better.
It is certainly better than spreading her legs for anyone, only to be abandoned by every man and end up as a crazy old hag wandering the streets.
At least Jihun "loves" her, in his own twisted way.
As long as she keeps him happy, she will never starve.
Her life has always been built on lies anyway.
Sohyun just needs to live the rest of her days as Hanayuki.
She looks at the room filled with Hanayuki merchandise.
As long as she remains Hanayuki, Jihun will love Sohyun.
Fine. Let's just live like this.
There is no other way to survive for a limbless woman who has suffered Human Rights Deprivation.
If she has to live a lie, she might as well commit to it fully.
It's just a continuation of the life she has always lived.
Hanayuki looks around the apartment.
A spacious apartment, clean interior design... based on the details she has gathered about Jihun, it is likely located in Seoul.
And on the ceiling...
People don't usually install heavy pulleys on the ceiling of a rented apartment, do they?
He might actually own this place.
Hanayuki quickly recovers her composure, her mind instantly calculating how to bleed him dry.
She has already decided to pongpong a man to survive.
And Hanayuki will achieve her goal.
She will pongpong Jihun and live the rest of her life not as a quadruple-amputee onahole, but as a quadruple-amputee trophy wife.
With her mind made up, Hanayuki...
“Habung-i!! Let's have cosplay sex!”
...beams brightly and begins to crawl back toward him.
