Chapter 6: Virtual and Reality, the Twisted True Nature
“You are Stray Cat. A beast born solely for lewd pleasures, cloaked in the skin of a noble announcer.”
“If your Master desires it, you will gladly take on any filthy, vulgar deed.”
“Your body and mind utterly lascivious, nothing but a flesh puppet oblivious to shame.”
The Trainer's chilling voice echoed through the darkness, striking deep into Yu-ran's mind like lightning.
That suggestion morphed into a fog of hallucination, beginning to dominate her consciousness.
Nightmare of the Live Broadcast
“……!”
Yu-ran snapped her eyes open.
Dazzling lights, bustling staff, and the familiar desk. Coming to her senses, she found herself seated in the chair for the main newsroom live broadcast at the station.
A crushing fatigue weighed down her entire body. Yu-ran pressed her fingers to her brow.
“Seo Anchor, you okay? Looks like you dozed off from exhaustion.”
The male co-anchor beside her asked in a gentle tone. Yu-ran swallowed dryly and forced a smile.
“Ah…… sorry. I think I had a really awful, bizarre dream.”
“Yeah? Live's starting soon, so relax. Okay, 5 seconds!”
With the PD's cue sign, the camera's red light flicked on. Instinctively, Yu-ran flashed her professional smile and launched into the opening remarks.
Her gaze naturally shifted to the prompter.
By coincidence, today's lead report was the explosive exposé on the corruption of SJ Group's Chairman Choi Yeong-gon—the very scandal she had been determined to uncover.
“Good evening, viewers. Our first story today: the ugly moral failings of a major corporation……”
Delivering the news with precise, clear diction, Yu-ran suddenly felt an alien sensation seeping into her lower body—a shock that froze her blood solid.
The soft leather of the chair brushing between her thighs beneath her skirt.
'Wha……? Why am I…… not wearing panties?'
The epitome of propriety, she was now seated at the live desk—watched by millions—completely bare underneath. The horrifying reality hit her.
Yu-ran's reason thrashed wildly. How could she forget her underwear for such a crucial broadcast? Mortifying shame burned through her.
'What if the cameraman in front looks down? If he peeks up my skirt and thinks I'm some crazy slut……'
That shame was the perfect catalyst, stimulating her drug-conditioned flesh.
As imagined gazes from the camera lens and staff pierced her most private place,
hot love juices began gushing uncontrollably from deep in her abdomen.
She felt the chair growing slick in real time.
“……That concludes the report.”
Finally finishing the corruption exposé, Yu-ran rose the instant the mic cut off.
But in that moment, transparent nectar trickled down her inner thighs, soaking her stockings and dripping to the floor.
“Ah……!”
Flustered, her face beet-red, Yu-ran fled the prying eyes of the staff and dashed into the station bathroom.
Gangbang in the Bathroom
“Haa, haa…… This can't be real. Why am I like this……”
Clutching the bathroom sink, panting raggedly, Yu-ran heard chilling footsteps approaching.
Turning, she recoiled in horror.
Somehow trailing her, the male co-anchor and main cameraman were locking the door and stepping inside.
“Seo Anchor, you alright? Thought you were about to cause a broadcast mishap—had me worried.”
“N-no, I'm fine……! Why are men in the women's bathroom…… Get out, now!”
Yu-ran backed against the wall in panic, but the cameraman grinned sleazily and pointed at her rear.
“Get out? That's harsh. Your skirt's backside is soaked pitch-black like that. You need a change of clothes first, right?”
“……!!”
The male anchor roughly seized her chin, shoving his face close.
“Getting your crotch dripping while reading about a corporate chairman's scandal on live TV……”
“Seo Yu-ran, you're reeking of thick, slutty pussy stench.”
“Mmph……! What are you doing, let go……!”
Yu-ran struggled desperately,
but her body was already heaving with ragged breaths at their rough hands and filthy taunts.
“Pretending to resist. Your ass is twitching like a whore ready to take cock.”
The two men roughly bent her over the sink and hiked up her skirt.
Her bare, snow-white ass and sopping, nectar-dripping slit were fully exposed—no panties in sight.
As their massive cocks plunged into her one after another,
the bathroom filled with crude friction slaps and Yu-ran's escalating moans.
“Aaaahng! Haaak, huuuuung!!”
“Say it, Seo Yu-ran. What are you really? A great journalist, or a cock-crazed slut?”
The men took turns ravaging her fiercely, whispering unspeakable depravities in her ear.
In that instant, Yu-ran's reason shattered completely, her implanted true nature erupting.
Tears streaming in ecstasy, she screamed.
“I'm…… hngh, a total exposure masochist who can't go a day without sex……!”
“Huaaang! When people call me a slut…… it feels so good, I'm cummiiiing!!!”
“Aaaaaahng!!!”
With a violent squirt, Yu-ran collapsed onto the bathroom floor, soul-shattering in perfect climax.
Awakening from Virtual Reality
“Haaaaaaaah……!”
Her vision blacked out instantly as she arched her back with a final moan.
The bathroom, the male anchor, the cameraman—all vanished in a blink.
Yu-ran lay bound to a cold leather chair, gasping harshly.
A state-of-the-art VR headset encased her head, with precise electro-stimulation pads affixed to every erogenous zone on her body.
The live broadcast, the bathroom gangbang—all of it had been the Trainer's meticulously designed hypnotic VR conditioning program.
Smoothly, the device was removed from Seo Yu-ran's head, revealing the Red Room and the Trainer's icy visage.
Tears and drool smeared her face; she trembled finely, unable to detach from the virtual ecstasy.
Gazing down at her dilated pupils and vacant stare, the Trainer murmured in satisfaction.
“Yes, that is the lewd true nature you so vehemently denied, Seo Yu-ran.”
“No dream, no virtual illusion. That filthy, vulgar self…… is your real one.”
The moment her brain's defenses crumbled utterly, blurring the line between virtual and reality.
Seo Yu-ran's mind was now fully in the Trainer's grasp, ready to be reassembled.