Fox Mask Figure and Its Attachments: Kim Sea's Tormented Doll♡
Jinwoo dove back into the depths of the internet to check the market response, curious how his creation—and possession—was being consumed. He didn't search his own name or "crow." He simply typed "Fox Mask Figure."
The search results surpassed even his wildest expectations, unfolding a panorama of madness. It was the final sample, provided exclusively to a famous figure review YouTuber through a speedrun of illegal figure makers' imaginations beyond comprehension.
Hundreds of thousands tuned in simultaneously to the live stream. With trembling hands, the YouTuber held up the ornate box—still reeking faintly of fresh ink—before the camera. The box art was a masterpiece in itself: a fox-masked figure in a crow-feather cape billowing against a dark catacomb backdrop, bow drawn taut. Through the window below, the terrified face of "Girl in the Carrier" Kim Sea peered out in design perfection.
The back touted tantalizing features: detachable cape, opening carrier, secret parts included.
"Alright, everyone... it's time to unbox... Kamijo's latest divine work... My heart's about to explode..."
As the YouTuber carefully pried open the box, the perfectly packaged figure gleamed within its plastic blister. The chat was already paralyzed, flooded with unreadable speeds of emojis and praise.
He first lifted the main body—the "Kitsune Huntress"—onto the turntable. The 4K camera licked over every detail. The glossy latex suit filled the screen in flawless sheen, muscle contours subtle and precise, hundreds of feathers in the cape intricately sculpted. This wasn't just a figure. It was a living sculpture born of Kamijo's madness.
"Insane... everyone, can you see this quality? The cape is magnetic, fully detachable. Let me... take it off."
The moment he peeled away the cape, the chat exploded. Beneath lay the surreal curves of her back and ass, hugged tight by the latex.
"And now... today's highlight."
He retrieved the carrier accessory part, unlocking its tiny latch with reverent care and lifting the lid.
"Ah..."
A genuine gasp escaped the YouTuber. The camera zoomed into the carrier's interior. There, nude and bound hand and foot, gagged and tear-streaked, lay Kim Sea's figure in perfect "storage." Red chafe marks on her pale skin, eyes printed with horror and humiliation... and...
"Everyone... this... this is the secret part."
With tweezers, he plucked a rice-grain-sized transparent plastic piece.
"It's... a dildo. And it's... attachable."
His shaking hand fitted the tiny dildo into the exquisitely crafted hole between the figure's legs. A soft click, and the diorama of utter degradation was complete.
The stream ended there. The YouTuber fell silent; the screen lingered only on the turntable's slow spin of the finished figure.
But the chat burned hotter than ever.
[Hmph. Mortals, so faithful to their desires—be they bugs or humans, all the same.]
[But I must admit it. That sculptor's craftsmanship is impressive. Especially the bitch inside the carrier... that expression on the edge of terror and ecstasy, surrendering everything... it pierces right to the essence. Replicating even the dildo part? Worthy of praise.]
Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction at the Grimoire's whisper. Via the dark web, he snapped up three figures from the black market at a premium.
One... to send to Kim Sea's brother, Jihyuk. Wouldn't that be fun?
His eyes sparkled with delight.
An anonymous package. Inside, the little sister he's fretted over night and day. But not alive— a palm-sized cold plastic doll. Nude, bound, gagged, tears streaming in perfect replication of her humiliation. And... kindly including a tiny dildo to plug between her legs.
What face will he make? Rage at first, trembling at his sister's defilement turned merchandise. But as night deepens and he's alone... will he toss the box? Or secretly open it, pull out the doll? Touch her most intimate parts with his own hands. Fit the dildo into that tiny hole... How long can his guilt hold against twisted desire? The moment despair at failing to save her twists into self-loathing lust for her... How will his world crumble?
Jinwoo laughed aloud, thrilled by the mere thought. The hunt was over, but the true game was just beginning. He was ready to shatter and mock not just his bitches, but every human tie around them.
Meanwhile, Kim Jihyuk's room—Kim Sea's brother's—was no longer fit for human habitation. It was a vast landfill fermenting guilt, impotence, and hatred for the world. Empty soju bottles and crushed beer cans littered the floor without space to step; sour rot rose from half-eaten delivery containers. Days-old unwashed clothes reeked of sweat, mingling with his unbathed body's grease, thickening the air into sludge.
The room's sole light was the cold glow of a 24/7 computer monitor, ghosting over the dust-caked family photo—now too flipped to make out—on his desk.
After the media frenzy faded, a more horrific silent hell descended. Agents "protected" him by locking him in a windowless white safehouse for days, cut off from the world. Treated not as victim, but potential accomplice or bait.
"How'd you contact that crow?" "What was your sister's relation to him?" "Chance they'll reach out again?"
Endless cold interrogations wore his mind to threads. They cared nothing for saving her—only securing the uncontrollable variables "Crow" and "Fox Mask."
Freed, he lost his last faith in the world. He scoured the net like a madman. At first for clues. Now? Self-harm. Confirming his sin, how the world mocked his failure, how his sister was ravaged. He searched "Fox Mask" and "Kim Sea" obsessively.
"Onahole," "Defeated Heroine," "Wife and Concubine." The words seared into his brain like brands. He dry-heaved in revulsion, desperate to kill the monitor—but couldn't.
One afternoon, the doorbell rang. Wary, he opened to a deliveryman thrusting an unmarked package. Puzzled, he carried the surprisingly light, rattling box back to his dim lair.
With shaking hands, he tore the tape. The box art hit first: horrific splendor. Fox Mask aiming her bow, crow cape fluttering in catacombs. Below the window, his tear-streaked, terrified little sister Kim Sea.
"Kk... ugh..."
Air hissed from Jihyuk's throat. The world's madness had materialized in his hands. Rage and despair screamed to smash it against the wall, burn the cursed thing.
But he couldn't. Entranced, he unpacked the blister-sealed figure. There: Fox Mask reborn in perfect quality. At her feet, the "Girl in the Carrier" accessory.
Shaking, he opened the carrier part. His world froze.
Inside: his sister Kim Sea. Nude, bound, gagged, eyes brimming with horror and shame—flawlessly recreated. Beside her, a tiny vinyl baggie with the rice-grain dildo.
He couldn't breathe. His brain force-linked the grotesque image to "little sister." The last wall of reason in his shattered mind collapsed.
Till night deepened and the world slept, he stared unmoving at the figure box. Finally, a trembling hand reached out, lifting the tiny doll from the carrier.
The cold plastic numbed his guilt. Fingers traced her tear-streaked face, the ropes' texture, the gag's shape... every curve of her small body, slow and deliberate.
Revolting. Maddening. But he couldn't stop.
His mind tangled guilt for failing her, rage at the world that merchandised her... and his own filthy urges, polluted by countless anons' depravity. A hellscape canvas.
He booted the PC, filling the screen with "Girl in the Carrier" fanart. Trembling, he gripped the tiny dildo.
Eyes shut. And with his own hands, he defiled his sister once more. Gazing at her tearful digital image, he ravished the doll in his palm, spewing sin and despair in sticky filth.
"Hic... huu... Sea... sorry... I'm sorry..."
His sobs echoed unheard—a perfect hell. A soul's inescapable prison, consuming her pain to soothe himself. He was no longer her brother. Just the most pathetic consumer.