The Fourth Big Hand
I recalled what that son of a bitch had said earlier.
“Make your ID ‘BigHand4’ there. Once the donation hits ten billion won, I’ll release your mom. Then you can have a mother-daughter special too.”
It meant I was the fourth big spender.
And BigHand1 had just dumped a hundred million won into the hardcore channel.
Fucking insane.
It was clear now.
He was another person donating to free Woo Minjung.
Every ID with “BigHand” and a number attached belonged to people who knew her.
“But why… did BigHand1 order her to get fucked?”
Was he not actually interested in freeing her?
Or was it money laundering?
Or… was he just a disgusting pervert?
Suddenly a hand appeared from off-screen and gripped Woo Minjung’s bare shoulder.
She flinched, shrinking back, but the hand shoved her forward toward the camera with brutal force.
The contact lasted only a second, yet the crushing pressure sent an unpleasant shudder across her skin.
At the same time, in the dark space behind her, the faint silhouette of a man became visible.
Woo Minjung with her ass pushed far back.
The man hidden in the shadows was holding her from behind.
“Ah…!”
Her tiny scream leaked through the microphone.
The chat window exploded with even greater frenzy.
She fought to keep her eyes fixed on the camera, forcing a trembling smile.
But that smile only looked more wretched against the tears glittering in her eyes.
“S-still… since BigHand1 gave such a huge donation… I’ll… try harder.”
She spoke as if comforting herself, slowly raising her hand toward her chest.
The instant her fingertips brushed the swollen nipple beneath the lace lingerie, her body shuddered again—harder this time.
“…Hngh!”
Lewd Butterfly — Nipple Development: Complete
Woo Minjung frantically tried to yank her hand away, but another hand from behind seized her wrist and forced it back onto her nipple.
“No… please…”
Her whispered plea wasn’t caught by the mic, but the shape of her lips made it easy to read.
Her own touch through the lace made the nipple stiffen visibly, and the chat window lost its mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard.
It was a desperate attempt to suppress the other sensations flooding her body, even for a moment, by using pain.
“Yes… BigHand1… thank you… I’ve… become a woman who cums just from touching herself like this…”
Her voice barely held together, already half dissolved into sobs.
A single tear rolled from her forcibly opened eyes and slid down her chin.
Maybe the pleasure had given her courage?
“Hngh… Haa… Haa… Haa…”
Woo Minjung lifted her chin and began singing her pleasure out loud.
Her hand roughly kneaded her own breast.
The hardened knot of her nipple contrasted sharply with the soft, pliant movement of her milk flesh.
“Ah… no… this… haa… nghh!!”
This time the desperate whisper was picked up by the microphone.
The chat window edged closer to pure madness.
Her body finally began to betray her completely.
A female form drowning in pleasure.
The strength in her resisting waist loosened and her hips started to roll.
Her back leaned against the stranger’s torso hidden behind her.
The insides of her thighs quivered and clenched visibly.
You could see the muscles contracting.
From the tension in her thighs alone, it was obvious she was squeezing the cock thrusting into her from behind.
I jumped into the chat myself.
People immediately started agreeing with me.
“Haaang~ Hngh, hngh~~”
Only the sound of her breathing—growing faster, wetter.
Eventually Woo Minjung’s body began rocking violently back and forth.
Hard-soft-soft-soft, hard-hard-soft-soft.
Her body shook in perfect rhythm with the waves.
Every time her shoulders rose and fell with ragged breath, they trembled in a regular pattern.
Her breasts, now fully spilled out, filled the screen with pale flesh.
The motion traveled through them, creating even larger swinging arcs.
KangSpectator has been banned from chatting.
The camera suddenly began zooming in.
The inside of her thighs clenched again in spasms.
This time it was crystal clear.
The tension and release of her quadriceps stood out in sharp relief.
And the outline of the moving cock.
The shape of the balls was faintly visible.
Drawn by my provocation, the camera was now showing actual proof they were fucking.
……I had been waiting for this exact moment.
The chat window exploded once more.
I instantly captured the screen and reported it to the platform.
“Haaang~ Haang!!”
Her eyes stared vacantly into space, completely unfocused.
Her mouth hung half-open; she couldn’t even swallow her saliva as she panted desperately.
Her body suddenly arched backward with violent force.
The pressure from behind intensified in a single brutal thrust.
Woo Minjung’s body, soaked in pleasure, began to shake uncontrollably.
From her lips came a sound that was neither scream nor moan—just air rushing out.
The chat window froze for a split second, then detonated.
The stream has been temporarily suspended.
A moment later the broadcast came back on.
Woo Minjung was slumped against the desk, barely able to sit upright, and no one stood behind her anymore.
Once the stream had been suspended, there was no reason to keep fucking her.
Tears stained the corners of her eyes and saliva dripped from the edge of her mouth.
The lace lingerie that had covered her chest was yanked to the side, and her hands lay limp on her knees.
The short skirt that had hidden her from waist to knees had disappeared.
She stared straight into the camera with empty eyes and mumbled in a dazed voice.
“…I’m… sorry… The broadcast… I need to… take a short break…”
Her sentence never finished.
A hand appeared from above the frame and pressed down on her head at a slight angle, as if commanding her to bow.
It was a gesture ordering her to say goodbye.
Woo Minjung closed her eyes.
She drew in a deep—unimaginably deep—breath of despair, and when she opened her eyes again, every trace of emotion had vanished from her face.
“BigHand1… and… everyone who watched… thank you.”
Her voice was flat and dead.
“Did you… enjoy my little deviation today?”
The broadcast ended just like that—hollow and empty.
Whew…
I let out a long sigh.
I had silenced BigHand1, who had been trying to control her with donations, and somehow, I seemed to have saved Woo Minjung.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! Mom!!! Kyaaaah!! My leg!! My leeeeeg!!”
The screams ripped through the house like claws.
The moment Minah opened her eyes that morning, she started shrieking.
Kang Minah had returned to being human.
Half-Human Half-Shikigami.
Until now the virgin ghost had suppressed Minah’s mind to keep her functioning as a shikigami, but with that restraint lifted, she had reverted to her pure human self.
Minah’s screams continued without pause.
Everything that had happened to her last night had been cleanly erased.
She had been bathed, and even the semen inside her womb had been thoroughly pumped out, leaving her as pure as a newborn.
Of course, none of it remained in her memory.
With renewed determination, I quietly opened the door to Minah’s room.
Her pupils were dilated with terror, looking ready to burst out of her skull.
She hadn’t even registered that I was standing in the doorway.
Knock. Knock.
I knocked belatedly.
Would she start cursing me the second she saw me?
“Huh?”
Instead, the look she gave me was the same expression a believer would give her savior.
Would finding a golden rope in hell produce that kind of face?
The haughty, ill-mannered Kang Minah had completely vanished.
“Kang Suho…?”
“Are you awake, Minah? Can you pull yourself together?”
“I… had a dream… It was just a dream… I was kidnapped… to Cambodia… W-wait. Mom? Mom!!”
She looked around frantically, searching for Woo Minjung.
Despair dripped from her unfocused eyes.
“Mom couldn’t escape. I still don’t know if she’s in Cambodia or Dubai.”
At my words, tears poured from Kang Minah’s eyes like a waterfall.
She dragged her ruined legs and threw herself into my arms.
“What do I do… What am I supposed to do… In Cambodia… they broke my legs… they cut my Achilles tendon…”
Minah buried her face in my chest and wailed like a wounded animal.
Hot tears instantly soaked through my shirt.
Her shoulders shook violently.
I could clearly imagine the hell she had endured.
“It’s okay… Minah. It’s okay now. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I slowly stroked her back.
The soft body I had tormented all night long.
Especially those nipples I had sucked until the skin nearly peeled off—now they pressed hard against my chest.
Her massive breasts, crushed against me…
They were still hot and heavy.
“Huuuugh… Oppa… I really thought I was going to die… It was so scary…”
The word “Oppa” slipped from her lips so naturally.
She was the same girl who had treated me like a bug while living under the same roof.
The extreme fear and trauma had utterly shattered her pride.
“Breathe. Slowly.”
I held her shoulders and gently pulled her back.
Her face was a mess of tears and snot.
Every time she spoke, the bruises covering her body trembled.
“My legs… Oppa… I can’t feel any strength in my legs… Huuung…”
Those same legs had been wrapped around me last night, hips bucking desperately.
Bruises and wounds covered her entire body.
Now that she had become aware of her own condition, she covered her mouth again.
She was a twenty-year-old girl whose entire world had been her appearance, on the verge of debuting as an idol.
The scars on her face would surely bring an overwhelming sense of loss.
“We’ll do rehabilitation and scar treatment. The technology these days is excellent—you won’t even notice. I’ll book the procedure for tomorrow.”
“Really…? Can I really go back to the way I was…?”
“Yes. Just trust your oppa. Medicine has come so far.”
My firm voice gradually calmed the panic in Minah’s eyes.
She clutched my clothes like a lifeline and refused to let go.
“Are you hungry?”
“…Yeah.”
“I’ll bring you food. Just wait a little.”
“No… Just stay beside me for a moment…”
Minah still wouldn’t release her grip on my clothes.