Chapter 4: Proof of Corruption, and Blooming
The newly injected drug seized control of Yu-ran's neural network with a level of precision beyond anything before.
A scorching heat that made her entire body twitch rose from every single pore.
By the time the solitary cell's door opened and the Trainer approached, Yu-ran was already panting heavily, rolling across the floor.
"Well then, let us commence the second stage of modification."
At the Trainer's dry, emotionless command, his subordinates hoisted Yu-ran up and bound her arms and legs wide apart to the X-shaped frame.
In the process, even the tattered shirt and skirt that had barely covered her body were ripped away without mercy.
South Korea's top announcer stood there in perfect nudity.
The Trainer began to lightly brush his thin leather-gloved hand over every inch of her pristine white skin.
A minimal stimulation, like the scrape of a feather.
But Yu-ran's senses, amplified hundreds of times by the drug, registered even that faint touch as a shiver piercing straight through her spine.
"Haak…! Ah, ah… Eung!"
"Merely the tip of my finger has touched you, and you're already shaking your hips, Ms. Seo Yu-ran."
"Haa, haa… Why… why am I doing this……?"
For a fleeting instant, cold sanity struck her mind.
The horrific self-loathing of being stark naked before strangers—not her husband—screaming in ecstasy at a mere touch.
'No, I have to snap out of it… I'm Seo Yu-ran….'
"Ah, no… Ugh, don't… Haaang! But, it feels… it feels so good, I can't hold back…!"
Her reason rejected it, but the pleasure etched into every cell was impossible to defy.
The Trainer pressed his lips to her ear and whispered lowly.
"Doesn't this intoxicating sensation make your whole body feel like it's melting away, completely lost in it?"
"……!"
Yu-ran hesitated to answer.
Acknowledging it felt like all the chastity she had built would vanish forever in that instant.
"Tell me your true feelings, Ms. Seo Yu-ran. No use hiding it— the fluids dripping between your thighs say it all."
"N-no… Ugh, I'm… a journalist… Hnng, a chaste wife……."
Yu-ran bit her lip desperately to resist, but the Trainer's touches grew increasingly blatant and forceful.
Each time he roughly squeezed her breasts or flicked her hypersensitive nipples with his nail, her screams filled the room.
"A chaste wife? Your true nature is nothing but a maniac driven mad by stimulation, so lewd you don't even know shame. A masochistic bitch slave, rotten to the bone—that's your real self."
"Aaaang! No, nooo…… Haaauk! My head… my head is going weird……."
Those words, like cruel brands, burrowed through her ears into her brain cells.
As her reason grew hazy, the Trainer drove the wedge home.
"Announcer Seo Yu-ran, when your husband couldn't satisfy you, didn't you secretly masturbate in bed without his knowledge? You're just a slutty bitch who relieves stress with sex."
"Hnnng…! No, that's embarrassing… don't ask about that… Ah, haaang!"
Yu-ran's face flushed with shame, but her hips were already thrusting forward, craving his fingers.
The Trainer smiled and loosened the leather straps binding her wrists.
"You want to masturbate, don't you? I'll free your hands, so go ahead and ravage your body however you desire."
Her hands now free.
Yu-ran hesitated for a moment, but her body—pushed to the limit by the drug and sensitized erogenous zones—completely betrayed her reason.
Her hands squeezed her own soft breasts, then slid down between her legs, where a slick puddle had formed.
"Haa, haa… Please watch…… Please, watch my masturbation……!"
Rubbing her most intimate place roughly with her own fingers, Yu-ran begged toward the camera and the Trainer.
Each movement of her fingers produced lewd splashing sounds that echoed through the room.
With eyes lost in ecstasy, she arched her back and welcomed a massive orgasm.
"Aaaaaang!!! Haak, haaaaa!"
As she trembled at the peak, squirting her juices,
the Trainer slowly unzipped his pants and thrust his massively erect cock right in front of her face.
"How does it feel? Just seeing this filthy man's cock fills you with such joy you don't know what to do with yourself—you're nothing but a lewd, vulgar slut."
Facing the huge, ferocious symbol of manhood right before her eyes, Yu-ran let out a sharp moan not of fear, but of mingled joy and longing.
"Hnnng… Haaaaat… I'm happy, I love it……."
"What are you doing right now? Say it with your own mouth—what kind of woman you are."
In that moment when the afterglow of climax and the drug's hallucinations peaked, Yu-ran gazed at the Trainer's cock with completely unfocused eyes,
and began uttering the most depraved, vulgar words herself.
"I… I'm a woman drugged up… thrilled at the sight of a man's cock… a total slut! Haaang! Aaaaat!!"
A second orgasm slammed through her entire body.
Tears and saliva drenching her face, South Korea's top announcer was thus reborn as a complete slave to pleasure.