What, She Was Just a Total Coward??
In the end, I went for it.
I powered on the computer, and the second the browser came up I pulled Nabi's Blow profile onto the screen.
"Ah… Aah…!!"
Contrary to anything I'd expected, Nabi locked up completely — full-blown panic.
She clearly never imagined a situation like this could ever come for her. Of course she hadn't. For years she'd run her Sect account without a single soul catching on. And realistically, how many people who do Sect go around advertising it to the whole neighborhood? Maybe a few self-destructive types — but most of them live their ordinary lives playing the demure, well-behaved girl, keeping it buried. And now that secret had been cracked wide open. By the guy living next door, no less.
In a way, I was glad I'd made her turn the computer on and show me the Blow profile already logged in. If I'd led with the photos I'd taken on my phone, it might not have landed. Steering her into powering up the PC herself had paid off.
Nabi's face was a spectacle beyond words — the look of someone whose every filthy secret had just been dragged into the light. A truly delicious expression. That look alone was getting me hard. It was the same shame you'd see on a woman stripped naked in front of a complete stranger, every scrap of clothing torn away. And it wasn't wrong. She'd been publicly putting on that vulgar show — begging to get fucked while she jammed a glass dildo into her own pussy — all of it in Sect videos where no one was supposed to know who she was.
Woven through that expression was a mix of blank devastation, raw panic, and pure fear. She'd never once dreamed something like this could happen, so that end-of-the-world look on her face wasn't exactly surprising. Hell, I never imagined Kang Hyunji was that famous degenerate Sect slut Nabi either.
I took a sip of the coffee she'd made me. Warm. And good. She made a better cup than I'd expected.
"I'm one of your followers, you know."
I tossed the line at her while she sat there, eyes vacant, drowning in panic.
"Th… That…!"
The panic on Nabi's face started as pure shock, then slowly twisted into outright terror.
"Th… Th…"
She was so far gone her language circuits seemed to have shorted out. Like a broken talking doll, she could only stammer and sputter. Plenty of reasons for that — but the biggest one was almost certainly that one tweet she knew damn well was still sitting on her account.
"What? Surprised?"
I said it casually, needling her again. This whole situation was too much fun. Once I'd pulled the trigger, the relief had been incredible. Honestly, if I hadn't gone through with it, I would've regretted it.
Nabi had been completely blindsided by the bomb I'd dropped. And that flustered reaction of hers — put crudely — was delicious.
But… wait.
Something was nagging at me. From the reaction I was seeing, Sect girl Nabi and Kang Hyunji were definitely the same person. One hundred percent. She'd handed me a computer still auto-logged into her account through her own carelessness — of course it was her. It wasn't like Hyunji had learned hacking and stolen Nabi's ID.
What felt off was Hyunji's reaction itself. Sure, she could panic. She'd kept her filth locked down tighter than any face-hidden YouTuber protecting their real identity — it had never once leaked. Even accounting for that, though, something was strange.
She wasn't fighting back.
Maybe it was just my own preconceptions. But I'd figured someone who ran a Sect account that filthy would have at least a little shamelessness in her. Instead, Kang Hyunji was sitting in front of me, frozen in terror, so deep in panic she couldn't even form a proper sentence. Why?
I'd come here ready to blackmail her, sure… but this was a bit much. Her reaction was over the top. Was there more buried under the surface if I dug deeper? I hadn't even played all my cards yet.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
I didn't really need her to say anything. That expression of hers — like she'd already fallen into a pit of despair — told me everything about how she felt. Which was exactly why I said it: to mock her.
"Ah… hhk… hhuk… hhk…!"
Tears suddenly welled in Nabi's eyes — eyes drowning in fear and hopelessness. The tears gathered at the corners, then rolled down over her cheekbones in fat drops.
Wh… What…?
Was she actually crying? For real? I hadn't seen that coming. I'd barely thrown a jab and she was already KO'd?
"If… if this gets out… I… I…!"
The single sentence she forced out was a jumbled mess, her voice shaking violently. I could hear her trying to hold onto some scrap of composure, but the hopelessness of her situation had clearly overwhelmed her.
"If it gets out, what?"
"I… this… it can't get out….! Please….!"
Her trembling voice was openly on the verge of tears now. Hearing Nabi sound like she was about to break down, even I started to feel my resolve soften a little. I'd come in ready to be ruthless, but watching her choke up like that actually made me feel a twinge of pity.
I'd expected her to come at me harder… Turns out Nabi — no, Kang Hyunji — was a pretty pathetic Sect girl. I never thought she'd fold this easily.
But I couldn't let my guard down. Those tears, that sniffling — it could all be crocodile tears meant to soften someone up before she stabbed them in the back. I'd thrown the first punch. If I backed down now, I was dead. Once I'd gone this far, I had to see it through to the end.
"I never said I was going to do anything."
I steeled myself again and deliberately put an edge into my voice, twisting her own desperate plea back at her with a sneer.
"Th… You're not… you're not going to blackmail me with this…?"
Her voice had steadied a little, the sniffling easing off. She must have found a scrap of hope in what I'd said. The way she answered — thinking I was going to let her off, her crying already quieting down — made her look pathetic and almost funny.
That wasn't it at all. I never said I wouldn't blackmail her either.
"That's not it either."
"Euh… hhk… hhuk… hhk…!"
Nabi started sniffling again, and then she was openly crying. The terror of having her Sect exposed had finally broken her — the tears came pouring out. She must have thought her life was over. Well… half right, half wrong. I still hadn't shown her everything.
"I… I'll report… I'll report you…!"
"…What?"
"I… I… I'll report you!! You… I'll… I'll report you…!"
Nabi stopped crying and roughly wiped the tears from her face with her hand. Then, still not fully steadying her voice, she answered me. The tremor was still there. For a counterattack, this was pathetic. Did she really think I'd back off when she came at me with her fear written all over her face?
This was too much fun. The whole situation — the feeling that a little blackmail was all it would take to own this Sect girl, the way I could toy with her and mock her — it was all too much fun. Just this was flooding me with dopamine.
"Report me? Pfft… Heh… Hahahahahaha!!!"
"….? Why… why are you laughing…? I… I'm going to report you!!!"
"Hahahahahahaha!!! Hehehehehehehe….!!! Heheheh….!"
Her threat finally cracked the laughter I'd been holding in — I let it rip, loud and free. She tried to threaten me back in a slightly angrier voice, but it was useless. That angry tone of hers was cute and utterly insignificant at the same time.
Report me?
I set the coffee cup down on the desk with a soft clink, cut off the laughter, and answered her like I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Hey. Report me??"
"Y… Yeah…! If I report this, you're going to jail!! You want to go to prison!?!"
She must have found some confidence — her voice got a little louder. I'd figured she'd fold so easily I wouldn't even need this next card… but it looked like it was time to pull out the next weapon.
I took out my smartphone, unlocked it, and opened the photo app.
"….?"
Nabi watched me through her tears, a question mark written across her face.
"Hey. Look."
I pulled up the photo of Nabi's Blow profile and shoved the phone screen right in front of her eyes.
"….This… Ah…. Aaaaah….!"
The second I played that card, Nabi went rigid with horror. Her mouth fell open; she couldn't even string words together. I watched her eyes sink back into despair all over again.
"Report me? Go ahead."
I kept it short. No need for a long speech. This time I was the one throwing the provocation. If she wanted to report me, she was welcome to try.
"Ah… Aah….!"
But Nabi had locked up again — stunned, able to produce nothing but those shocked little whimpers.
"You don't want that either, right? Getting exposed."
"…. Y… Yes…!! Please… I can't….!"
In a pathetic, groveling voice, Nabi started begging me. The sense of conquest hit hard — the thrill of knowing I had this Sect girl almost completely under my thumb. Already I could feel the muscle between my legs twitching, ready to stand at full attention. But the buildup wasn't finished yet.
I closed the photo app and opened Blow. I went into Nabi's feed and tapped one of the tweets. The video on the tweet was paused. I held that screen up in front of her eyes again.
"Ah… That… That….!"
Still reeling, Nabi couldn't finish a sentence.
I turned the phone volume all the way up and hit play.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The filthy wet sounds of her masturbating with a glass dildo, and those shameless moans, flooded through Nabi's room.
"You said if I found you, I should fuck you, right??"