The Broken Doll
The eleventh floor of Kangse Dae Lobrans Hospital.
The sign said intensive care unit, so I had expected a horrific sight—someone wrapped head to toe in bandages with an oxygen mask strapped to their face.
But room 1102 was a luxurious private suite.
It looked more like a fancy bedroom, complete with a vase of fresh flowers.
What the hell? This room looks ridiculously expensive.
I opened the door and stepped inside, then paused for a moment.
My stepsister, Kang Minah, was sitting up in the hospital bed, still breathtakingly beautiful.
Her hair, which reached her shoulders, was a bit messy from lack of care. Her nose was perfectly straight, and her eyelashes were long and dark.
The dazzling idol-trainee looks that once made eyes burn with envy hadn't changed at all.
What the hell? She's way more put-together than I expected.
They'd told me she'd been begging on the streets of a Cambodian market with broken legs, so I'd pictured a maggot-ridden wreck.
But on the outside, she was still the haughty Kang Minah I remembered.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat and approached.
Normally, the little bitch would have hurled the remote at me while snarling something like, Why the fuck is this filthy bastard here?
"Minah."
I called her name carefully, but she didn't even twitch.
"Kang Minah?"
I walked right up to the bed before I finally realized something was wrong with her.
Her pupils were unfocused and cloudy.
A thick strand of drool oozed from between her slightly parted, plump lips.
Her soul-thread had been completely severed by shock.
She blinked once when she saw me, then turned her head back and stared blankly at the TV screen.
"Heh… damn."
Every time she shifted her body, the loose patient gown gaped open.
Finally, unable to support the weight of her heavy breasts, the collar slipped down past her shoulders.
Jiggle.
Whoa… look at those tits.
Her left breast spilled out helplessly into the air.
It was so pale and translucent that the bluish veins showed through. At its tip, a swollen pink nipple stood erect, glistening invitingly.
Gulp.
My mouth went bone-dry.
I never thought I'd get to see my stepsister's perfect tits so defenselessly—the same girl who used to look at me like I was a bug.
Right after watching Woo Minjung's raw sex video, the obscene sight before me naturally overlapped in my mind.
Is she pulling them out because she wants me to touch them?
Of course not.
I glanced around.
It was a single room. No one else was there.
That privacy might have given me courage.
Or maybe my reason had already surrendered to instinct long ago.
Like I was in a trance, I reached out and grabbed her exposed breast.
So soft…
"Wow…"
The overwhelming sensation was like squeezing a warm, soft marshmallow.
As I brushed my fingers over the bumpy little bumps around her areola and nipple, my cock swelled at the secret, rock-hard texture.
Growing bolder, I pressed my entire palm against the massive tit and kneaded it thoroughly.
What surprised me was Kang Minah's reaction.
Even though my hand was violating her breast, she just kept staring at the TV with that vacant expression.
"Haa…"
Then it happened.
A hot breath escaped from between her parted lips.
She slowly bent her legs under the blanket, then spread them wide in an M-shape.
At the same time, her right hand slipped under the blanket, sliding between her thighs.
"Minah?"
She didn't seem conscious at all.
Squelch. Squelch.
Faint, sticky friction sounds came from beneath the blanket.
Her hips began to grind slowly against the bedsheet.
"This is fucking insane."
The moment I touched her tits, she reflexively spread her legs and started masturbating.
A perfect conditioned reflex. Completely automatic.
What the hell had those Cambodian gangsters done to her for three months that she'd come back as such a perfectly trained fucktoy?
The sight of the once-arrogant Kang Minah reduced to a meat urinal that only reacted to pleasure drove my desire for dominance absolutely wild.
I'd already unzipped and pulled out my rock-hard cock.
Pre-cum was pooled thickly at the tip, ready to explode at any moment.
I gripped the shaft and slowly stroked it.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Minah's left hand was busy with her own secret masturbation.
My right hand was still groping her soft, perfect breast.
Gulp.
I grew even bolder.
I reached out with my left hand, grabbed the one resting on the blanket, and guided it to my cock.
She gasped.
The moment her soft hand touched my shaft, she began to stroke it with surprising skill.
She formed a ring with her index finger and thumb, then caressed my cock with fingers so delicate they felt boneless.
"Whoa… fuck… is this thing on autopilot?"
Should I just fuck her?
Minah's hand movements were rhythmic.
She applied just the right pressure to my glans, using wrist snaps like she knew exactly how a man liked to be jerked off.
She had clearly mastered the handjob skill.
"Shit… I can't hold it anymore."
My balls tightened, and semen was pulsing right at the tip.
I was about to cum.
That was when it happened.
Tap, tap.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway.
I quickly pulled my hand off her breast.
Since my pants were down, hiding was my only option.
I slipped behind the narrow partition near the entrance, disappearing into the dark shadow.
Creak.
The door opened, and a young nurse with short hair in a white coat entered.
The name tag on her chest read Choi Sujin.
The nurse carefully locked the door, then approached the bed where Minah lay.
"Miss Minah. Time for your blood pressure check."
Her voice carried an unmistakable tremor of heat.
She pretended to wrap the cuff around Minah's arm, but her eyes openly roamed over the girl's body.
"I still can't believe it every time I see her… How could someone be broken so perfectly? Must have been major trauma to the prefrontal cortex."
Nurse Choi Sujin swallowed hard and completely untied the strings of Minah's gown.
Minah's snow-white upper body and massive breasts were laid completely bare under the lights.
"No guardian around… You're my perfect little doll now."
Choi Sujin reached out and roughly grabbed both of Minah's breasts.
Watching from the shadows, I let out a silent chuckle.
A woman lusting after another woman's body.
This nurse was using the patient's conditioned reflexes to satisfy her own desires.
She was the same kind of person as me.
"Haa… ngh…"
Minah let out another mechanical moan.
In response to Choi Sujin's touch, her legs spread wide again.
The blanket was pulled aside, fully exposing her secret slit.
"Already wet? What a lewd body."
The nurse buried her face between Minah's legs.
The sound of her tongue licking Minah's swollen pink mound filled the room.
Slurp. Suck. Chuuup.
"Mmm… haa…"
Her short hair slapped against Minah's thighs as she moved with fierce intensity.
Minah's back arched like a bow.
Her broken body reacted to the extreme pleasure, squirting love juices like a fountain.
Choi Sujin wiped the glistening fluid from her mouth and panted heavily.
"I'll take care of this hole for the rest of your life. You just lie there and feel everything I give you."
Just as the nurse was about to shove two fingers into Minah's pussy—
"Why the fuck are you managing my sister's hole?"
My cold, low voice froze the air in the room.
As I stepped out from the shadows behind the partition, Choi Sujin's body turned to stone.
"H-hiiik…!"
She collapsed to the floor and looked up at me with eyes full of horror.
With one hand in my pocket and my smartphone in the other, I slowly walked toward her.
The screen clearly showed everything she had just done, recorded in perfect detail.
"W-who are you? This is the intensive care—huk!"
"Me? I'm the brother of that panting bitch on the bed. Doesn't this hospital worry about people treating patients like toys?"
Choi Sujin's eyes widened.
I was still recording with the phone camera.
"T-that's not—"
"We paid you to take care of the patient, and here you are scissoring her instead."
"P-please… spare me… I must have lost my mind… P-please delete the video…"
"Nah."
"Please… I beg you."
Nurse Choi Sujin groveled on the floor, pleading.
She had a rather pretty face and short hair.
And in my eyes, I could clearly see the murky red energy coiled inside her head—the Lust Ghost.
Possessed by the Lust Ghost, Choi Sujin had no idea she was haunted. She simply couldn't control the boiling sexual urges inside her.
She had probably lived her entire life as a nymphomaniac because of it.
Dealing with ghosts was as easy as breathing for me.
With a single thought, I could erase a weak spirit like that instantly.
But there was no need.
In fact, in South Korea, Lust Ghosts were somewhat valuable minor spirits.
They helped raise the birth rate, after all.
In Japan, when the birth rate dropped too low, the government had deliberately gathered shamans to release Lust Ghosts.
The birth rate recovered quickly, but now the country was overrun with them and it had become a national problem.
It had turned into a bizarre nation where girls possessed by Lust Ghosts stood on street corners every night, seducing men.
I lightly drew up my spiritual power and channeled a corrupting energy that only affected the Lust Ghost inside Choi Sujin's head.
Burn hotter.
"Ngh… haa…"
The Lust Ghost writhed under my power, making Choi Sujin's body tremble violently.
Her thighs twisted together beneath her white coat.
Even though she was terrified, her body was helplessly heating up from the ghost's influence—a perfect contradiction.
I casually sat on the sofa and unzipped my pants again.
My terrifyingly swollen cock appeared right before her eyes.
"Keeping this a secret? You've done something way too big for that. You need to pay the price."
For a moment, Choi Sujin's gaze locked onto my lower body.
The fear and shame on her face gradually gave way to uncontrollable lust.
Her lips parted on their own, and the sound of her swallowing dryly echoed through the room.
"I-if you keep it a secret… I'll… I'll suck it for you."
The Lust Ghost in her head had completely surrendered to my power and was now offering its host to me.
The arrogant predator who had tried to violate a patient had instantly become an obedient bitch at my feet.
"Heh heh. Good girl. Crawl over here."
At my short command, Choi Sujin crawled toward me on all fours without hesitation.
Every time her knees touched the floor, her white coat opened, revealing the silhouette of her panties already soaked with love juice.
"Thank you for the meal…"
With trembling hands, she braced herself on my thighs, lowered her head, and took my cock into her mouth.
"Mmph… slurp… chuuuup."
Her tongue work was anything but ordinary. She clearly had professional medical knowledge.
It was as if she understood the oral anatomy perfectly—she tickled the urethra with the tip of her tongue and pressed the shaft firmly against the roof of her mouth.
With her mind paralyzed by the Lust Ghost, she wasn't doing this to survive. She was devouring me purely out of pleasure.
"Hoo… not bad at all."
I grabbed a fistful of her short hair.
Without giving her a chance to breathe, I thrust my hips forward hard.
"Gehk! Urk…! Mmph…!"
The foreign object invading her throat made physiological tears well up in Choi Sujin's eyes.
But I didn't stop. I roughly pumped her head back and forth.
My cock, which had been on the verge of exploding from Minah's handjob, had been pushed to the limit again by this lesbian foreplay.
And Choi Sujin's mouth-pussy was an unbearable stimulus.
Spurt! Splurt!
Perhaps because the Lust Ghost had taken over her brain, even as she gagged in pain, she clung to my thighs and tried to swallow me even deeper.
Gulp, gulp.
My semen shot straight into her stomach.
"Khh… cough… haa, haa…"
When I finally pulled out, she coughed violently, gasping for air.
Long strands of silvery saliva dripped from her lips.
She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
Her gaze was already that of a perfectly tamed pet.
"There. Now you know exactly who you should be serving, right? I'll delete the video later. Take your time."
"Y-yes… Master…"
The word "Master" flowed naturally from Choi Sujin's mouth.
It was the result of holding the video over her as leverage while controlling the Lust Ghost and her very instincts.
That was when multiple sets of footsteps approached from outside the room again.
I quickly fixed Minah's clothes and stood with my hands behind my back.
Choi Sujin hurriedly straightened her uniform, opened the door first, and hurried out into the hallway.
Right on cue, the attending physician entered with a chart in hand during his rounds.
"Miss Kang Minah. How are you feeling today?"
Minah didn't react to the doctor's question at all.
The doctor pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, shone it into her eyes, and muttered.
"Pupillary dilation response is normal…"
"How is the patient's condition?"
When I asked, the doctor turned to me.
"Are you her guardian?"
"Yes. I'm her older brother."
"Her condition was absolutely devastating. Both knees were shattered, and both Achilles tendons were completely severed so she couldn't walk."
My eyes widened in shock.
They'd shattered her knees and cut her Achilles tendons?
This wasn't simple gang violence. It was closer to torture.
"She also showed signs of cardiac arrest and delirium. She was on the verge of death. Honestly, modern medicine couldn't have saved her."
"Then how did she recover?"
"Fortunately, we have a Special Class shaman here at the hospital who was able to complete a perfect treatment."
"A Special Class shaman?"
I was slightly surprised. It was extremely rare for a hospital to have a resident shaman.
"You don't need to worry about the treatment costs. That Special Class shaman covered all the surgery fees and even the private room expenses."
"Ah… I see."
Who the hell was it?
What Special Class shaman would pay such a huge sum for a complete stranger like Minah?
A strange, uneasy feeling settled over me.
"The patient's body has recovered enough for discharge. It's shock-induced memory loss, so please let her rest in a familiar environment at home. You can handle the discharge paperwork on the first floor. Also, even if the patient shows strange behavior, do not interfere. Just observe. Make sure she doesn't skip meals and help her take her medicine properly."
"What exactly counts as 'strange behavior'?"
"Anything she didn't used to do. You must only observe. Never intervene."
"Understood…"
After the doctor left, I put Minah in a wheelchair and took her down to the hospital lobby.
"Are you Kang Minah's brother, Kang Suho?"
Just as I was about to handle the discharge, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
It was a tired-looking man in his mid-forties, chewing on a Monami ballpoint pen like it was a cigarette.
"I'm Detective Nam Gyuho."
"Ah… yes."
From his voice, I immediately recognized him as the detective I'd spoken to on the phone.
The moment we shook hands, something alien caught my eye.
Clinging to Nam Gyuho's back was a mass of sinister, damp energy.
It was a 'Killing Curse' that used a Grudge Spirit to slowly devour the host's life force.