The Video from Phnom Penh

My father passed away.

It was ruled a medical accident.

The problem was that the hospital where it happened was located in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

I was one hundred percent certain.

He had been murdered.

In a lawless zone where fifty thousand won was enough to erase a human life.

Why had he abandoned his family to chase business in a place like that?

"The chairman has arrived."

An old man appeared in the modest funeral hall, trailing a crowd of murmuring people.

The venue itself was small, yet he had brought an army of bodyguards and slipped in quietly.

No reporters meant a discreet visit.

That was how it was.

The moment the old man showed up,

"Aigoo! Aigoo!!"

My stepmother—who had spent the entire service glued to her smartphone—began her theatrical sobbing.

My stepsister, who shared not a drop of blood with me, started squeezing out fake tears as well.

The mother and daughter had never loved my father.

Love him? No. They had loved his money.

My stepmother, once a globally active actress though now past her prime.

My stepsister, an idol trainee.

Both women had been blessed with heavenly beauty, yet their personalities were utter garbage.

The names my stepmother used for me were things like "hey," "fucking bastard," and "worthless piece of shit."

"Suho, you've grown so much."

The old man greeted me as if he knew me.

Well over ninety, yet his back was ramrod straight and his frame still thick with muscle.

He must have been receiving transfusions of young blood from China.

But the sinister, rotten energy coiled around him was unmistakable.

The stench of filthy, decaying ghosts strong enough to make me gag.

That old bastard sure has a lot of enemies.

When I glared at the spirits wrapped around him, they shrank back.

They didn't want to be annihilated.

I pressed my lips together, quietly slipped on my shoes, and left the funeral hall.

Behind me came my stepmother's grumbling.

"Hey! Suho~ Your grandfather is here. What the hell do you think you're doing!"

I ground my teeth so hard they creaked.

I suppose I should count myself lucky she hadn't called me a fucking bastard in front of him.

"……"

That old man surrounded by a swarm of vengeful ghosts—

was Kang Rokgi, chairman of Samjung Group, the conglomerate that moved the entire nation.

My grandfather.

"Ha… Fuck. Why did he even come?"

My father had been an illegitimate child, thoroughly ostracized from the Samjung family.

Because I had occasionally shared drinks with him and understood the depth of his resentment, I had zero desire to call Chairman Kang Rokgi my grandfather.

That old man… was nothing but a horny son of a bitch.

I shook the thought away.

I never learned what Chairman Kang Rokgi and my stepmother discussed.

The funeral ended just like that.

After all, a human life is ultimately fleeting and hollow.

At least my father had gone to a better place without needing a soul-cleansing ritual.

# # #

The moment the funeral ended, my stepmother and stepsister flew to Cambodia.

They were going to settle my father's business interests there and liquidate his assets.

And then… the two of them disappeared.

I didn't even realize they were missing for quite some time.

They never contacted me, and I didn't even have their phone numbers.

The police were the ones who informed me.

Still, they were family. I felt worried. On a human level.

Even though they had cursed me and thrown tantrums at every turn.

But finding missing persons in Cambodia was no easy task.

People from Vietnam, Indonesia, Singapore—every race and nationality went missing there.

I searched with everything I had.

Even if we had lived more like strangers than family, they were still my blood.

Because of that single moment, that one scene of our whole family smiling together beside my father.

No one else would look for the mother and daughter if I didn't.

…

..

.

I spent over three months shuttling between the Korean embassy and police stations in Cambodia, but there was nothing I could do.

Even if I threatened the ghosts, I couldn't speak the language, so it was useless.

Voice-operated Google Translate couldn't recognize spirit speech either.

The local police… well.

I finally understood why Southeast Asia struggled to develop.

These bastards were too lazy to do any real work.

They pretended to investigate, then dragged their feet again and again.

In the end, I returned home empty-handed.

Then one day, a package sent from overseas arrived at the house.

The sender was unknown, but the origin was Cambodia, so I opened it with careful hands.

Inside was a single small USB drive.

With my heart pounding, I plugged it into the computer.

The folder contained one file—Do_not_police.mp4—and another called contact.txt.

With a trembling mouse, I double-clicked.

"Gasp."

I had to catch my breath.

It was my stepmother, whom I had believed dead.

Against a backdrop of a shabby bed and wooden walls, she sat quietly facing the camera.

"Suho… it's Mom. Have you been well? Mom is doing okay."

The fact that she was speaking to me so sweetly was astonishing.

What the hell had happened in those three months?

No matter how I looked at it, she did not seem fine.

Her forced smile and the way her body trembled screamed pure terror.

The heavy makeup suggested she was hiding bruises.

"Mom… needs money. Can you send bitcoin to the account I'm giving you? There's the inheritance coming in my name, right? Send all of it."

Ah. This was an online ransom scam.

She was speaking nicely because she feared I wouldn't pay.

This was not the proud, haughty national actress Woo Minjung I remembered.

She was a pitiful woman kidnapped by a Cambodian crime syndicate and enduring hell.

Even the clothes she wore were abnormal.

A slutty, revealing dress a bar hostess might wear, with her cleavage completely exposed.

Her swollen nipples showed clearly through the lace bra.

"If you… report to the police, I'll… die. Please… I'm begging you. Don't report it… This isn't an AI-generated video. If you don't believe me… we can do a video call. Use the number attached. Please… I'm begging you."

Whether from shame or fear, she couldn't look directly at the camera. A man's hand entered the frame and seized her jaw in a brutal grip.

Startled, she stared at the lens again and pleaded.

"Suho… Mom treated you terribly, but… please forgive everything. I was wrong. With ten billion won… I can be freed. P-please… you can't report to the police… understand?"

A single tear slid down her face as terror consumed her.

"Ah… no. My son is watching…"

In that instant, the same hand that had grabbed her jaw yanked her bra down.

Her breasts spilled out helplessly.

Woo Minjung's face flushed crimson.

For a moment I lost myself in the sight of those white, moon-like globes—the violent beauty of their curves.

Massive tits.

My mouth went bone-dry.

I swallowed hard without thinking.

Woo Minjung's expression instantly shifted from fear to something strangely ecstatic.

Her lips parted slightly. A red tongue flicked out, wetting them.

"Haaang~ My son's watching meee~♡"

At the same time, the man's rough hand appeared on screen.

It began brutally kneading her pale breasts.

He squeezed so hard I could almost feel the pain myself.

Squirt—

Breast milk burst out, spraying in every direction.

"Haaaaang~ More… more! More!! Please!! Fuck me! Fuck me!!"

My stepmother's face twisted into a full ahegao as she spread her legs wide, and the video ended.

It was a shock.

I gripped my smartphone so tightly my fingers went numb.

My heart hammered as if it would explode at the sight of a side of my stepmother I had never seen.

Staring at my painfully erect cock, I had to lower my head in guilt.

Yet the thought that it might be an AI video still lingered.

"Woo Minjung would never do that…"

I opened the contact.txt file next.

Along with the bitcoin wallet addresses was a CaramelTalk ID.

She had clearly said to video-call if I didn't believe her.

"Should I try calling?"

I initiated a video call on CaramelTalk.

I needed to know if my stepmother was truly alive. After all, we had lived under the same roof. I couldn't just abandon her to die.

Ding-dong-da-dong~ Ding-dong-da-dong~

The video call tone continued ringing.

What time was it over there?

My throat felt tight. I drank a glass of water and let out a long sigh.

Finally ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the screen lit up.

Against a hotel background, my stepmother's face filled the frame.

"Oh my… Son! You actually called. You watched the video, didn't you?"

"Mom… are you okay?"

She was lying face-down on the bed, face buried in a pillow.

She held the phone so the camera pointed at her face.

"Of course I'm okay… Hngh~♡"

A lewd moan slipped out at the same time as her body began rocking up and down.

Up and down. Up and down. Her head bobbed rhythmically.

She pressed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her face deeper into the pillow, hiding her expression.

"Nngiiiiiiit~♡"

She cried out, tilting her chin toward the ceiling and parting her lips.

Her plump, glossy lips opened. A red tongue darted into the air.

Her pupils were completely blown from whatever drugs they'd given her.

"Haaung~"

My stepmother bit her lower lip, barely enduring the pleasure.

The sounds made it undeniable.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Wet slaps and sticky smacks came clearly through the speaker.

There was no doubt she was being fucked right now.

"Mom is doing fine… but… if you don't send the bitcoin… Mom will die… Haaang~ I'll die~ Nngiiiiiiit!!"

The way she said "die" made it hard to tell what she truly meant.

"How do I know you're not just cheating with some Southeast Asian guy instead of being kidnapped?"

Her pupils shook violently.

The screen with her face suddenly cut out.

Muffled voices argued in the background, then her desperate voice rang out again.

"Wait. Suho. Don't hang up."

After some frantic noise, the camera angle changed.

I gasped.

My eyes flew wide open.

Woo Minjung was completely naked, her white body on full display.

She was straddling a man, getting violently pounded.

A scene straight out of a porn film played out before me.

The man fucking her was dark-skinned, the kind who looked like he'd drive a tuk-tuk through Southeast Asia.

The cock plunging into her pussy was grotesque in its size.

"Mom… wouldn't cheat with some Southeast Asian guy… right? Mom is… being raped. Nngiiit!! I love being raped~~♡"

Twisting in ecstasy, she thrust her swollen nipples toward the camera as if showing them off.

She was enjoying it far too much for it to be rape.

Her massive, gravity-defying F-cup breasts shook wildly, filling the entire screen.

Her nipples were rock-hard, areolas swollen and puffy, looking ready to burst.

They had been handled so roughly that the skin was slightly peeled.

"Mom's nipples have been modified… Look. Have you ever seen nipples this lewd? Haaaang~♡ These people really like me… They say I'm a famous K-drama actress… They cherish me so much. Nngiiiiiiit~♡"

The man's hand filled the frame again, brutally kneading her breasts.

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

At the same time, my cock throbbed painfully.

"Hoeaaaaang!!"

She opened her mouth wide, rolled her eyes back, and stuck her tongue all the way out.

Full ahegao. She even struck a double peace-sign pose.

The camera was now being held by someone else.

It was an enormous shock.

Thinking of the elegant, refined woman she used to pretend to be made this scene unimaginable.

She had been the perfect luxury-brand ambassador until recently.

Yet that pure white, exquisite body was currently being fucked by a Southeast Asian gangster.

She panted and writhed in pleasure.

Suddenly, shouting came from off-camera.

Startled, she barely regained her senses and screamed toward the lens.

"Mom's… nipples are incredibly sensitive now… I want to let my son suck them… If you save me… I'll let you do anything… Mom's pussy… asshole… you can use them all. Just send the bitcoin…"

The guilt of my erection, the sight of the completely changed Woo Minjung, and her promise that I could do anything I wanted if I sent the money made my heart feel like it would explode.

Woo Minjung's waist suddenly arched violently backward.

Her lips parted as she gasped for air, then her whole body began convulsing.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiik!!"

It wasn't a scream of pain—it was the howl of an orgasm.

With an animalistic cry, breast milk sprayed from her nipples.

After several seconds of rigid tension, she suddenly began squirting violently from her crotch—pssh, pssh.

And I—

watching that scene, came hard.

I had to wipe the semen that had splattered across my desk and monitor with tissues.

Overwhelmed by guilt, I ended the call.

That night, I couldn't sleep at all.

Ten billion won.

My father's assets were worth far more, and the portion heading to Woo Minjung was even larger.

But the complicated inheritance process meant lawyers were still handling everything. It would be at least six more months before any of it could be accessed.

Right now, gathering even one billion was difficult.

The total in my account was only one hundred eighty million won.

Should I go back to working as a shaman, exorcising minor ghosts for cash?

The shallow idea crossed my mind, but I shook my head.

At least my father had transferred the apartment to my name early.

Current market value: twelve point eight billion.

Even listed as a quick sale for ten billion, it wouldn't move immediately.

Even scraping together every loan and available liquid asset I could manage only reached three billion.

Time flowed quickly after that.

Until I had the full ten billion ready, I couldn't bring myself to make another video call.

Was I afraid I'd get hard again watching her spray milk?

Was it the memory of Woo Minjung who had hated me?

Or… did I simply think ten billion was too much to spend?

What was certain was that the sight of my stepmother's milk had given me a strange, twisted pleasure.

For someone with perfectly normal morals, it was an embarrassing ecstasy.

Ten days after that video call, my phone rang.

"This is the police. Am I speaking to Kang Suho?"

"Yes, that's me."

The sudden police call filled me with a terrible premonition.

Could Woo Minjung have been killed…?

"Kang Minah is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your stepsister, correct? She is currently receiving treatment in room 1102 at Kangse Dae Lobrans Hospital. Please come as her guardian to verify her identity."

"What??"

I was stunned to hear that my stepsister—who I assumed was still with my stepmother in Cambodia—was hospitalized back in Korea.

"We found your stepsister begging in a Cambodian market. Both her legs were broken. Her mind isn't stable, so conversation is difficult."

Begging ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a Cambodian market?

Like some street beggar laying out a mat?

Hearing that my missing stepsister had been found, I rushed outside.