The Live-Streamed Shame of a Pet

I arrived at Na-yeon’s house today, and as soon as I reached the entryway, I could hear Na-yeon and Seung-hee chattering away. But listening closer, it didn’t sound like a private conversation between just the two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of them. Feeling a strange sense of unease, I cautiously approached Na-yeon’s room and pushed the door open.

"Um... hello, girls...?"

As I greeted them, stuttering, Na-yeon and Seung-hee—who had been talking while staring at a phone mounted on a desk stand—whipped their heads around to look at me simultaneously. For some reason, Na-yeon was wearing a mask just like Seung-hee today. When her eyes met mine, she gave me a nasty, smug grin, as if trying to force me to remember what happened the day before. Overcome with shame, I flushed bright red and hurriedly bowed my head to avoid her gaze.

"...Oh! The oppa is here! Hey guys, hold on a sec~ I’m going to introduce our cute oppa to you all!"

Seung-hee immediately chirped, her eyes crinkling into a smile above her mask. She jumped up, grabbed my arm, and dragged me over. A moment later, Na-yeon and Seung-hee were gripping my arms tightly on either side, forcing my face toward the phone screen, which was currently in the middle of a live broadcast. They were pressed so close that I could feel the sensation of their bras ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠digging into my arms. The thumping of their hearts was transmitted clearly through my limbs.

"Guys, this is the cute oppa I was telling you about! What do you think? Doesn't he look just like a pretty princess doll? His skin is super soft too, kyaa~!"

The red number displayed next to the eye icon in the top right corner of the screen was climbing past 100. That meant over a hundred viewers were watching my face in real-time. I was so flustered that my face turned beet red; I struggled against their grip, whispering pitifully to Na-yeon and Seung-hee on either side.

"U-um, girls...? I... I can't do this, I'm too embarrassed, please let me go..."

"....."

At that, Na-yeon leaned in, looking down at me with a silent, threatening air, and without warning, she reached out and yanked my messy bangs upward.

"...Haa...!"

I was so startled that I quickly pulled my bangs back down, but it was too late—over a hundred live viewers had already seen my entire face. I bit my lip and groaned, sweating profusely from the sheer intensity of my humiliation.

"Ugh, ughhh...."

"...Heh, what a fucking cute little bastard."

Na-yeon muttered, grabbing my face and shaking it roughly, just as one might do to a small pet. My face was buried against her loosely unbuttoned school shirt, and the thick scent of her skin filled my nose. Seung-hee, who had been smiling and interacting with the viewers, glanced over to see Na-yeon hugging me while I was in a state of panic. Seung-hee turned her gaze back to the screen, continuing to talk nonchalantly, while simultaneously reaching under the desk—out of the camera's view—to slowly start fondling my cock.

"...Yeah? You want to see our oppa's face again? No way~ Can't you see he's busy right now, hmm?"

As she said this, Seung-hee unzipped my pants, grabbed my stiff, throbbing cock, and began rubbing the glans with her hand, positioned just out of the camera's frame. I stared at her in shock, my eyes wide, as she gave me a handjob while casually chatting with over a hundred viewers. Na-yeon, busy talking to the audience while holding me, didn't notice at first, but soon she felt my breathing grow ragged. She looked down, saw what was happening to my cock, and shot Seung-hee a sharp glare.

Not to be outdone, Na-yeon immediately reached her own hand under the desk and grabbed my cock. Seung-hee’s small, soft hand and Na-yeon’s long, delicate fingers were now both clamped onto me, sliding up and down with wet, squelching sounds. I had no idea what to do; I could only gasp with wide eyes, watching helplessly as their hands mercilessly worked my cock up and down.

"Huk.... Ugh..... Ah....."

Their hands, moving up and down my shaft, were hidden just beneath the edge of the screen. But every now and then, when they accidentally slid too high toward the glans, a flash of skin would appear at the very bottom of the frame. I tried desperately to hide my excitement, terrified that the hundred-plus viewers would realize I was being jerked off right in front of them.

As I squeezed my eyes shut, curled my body as tightly as possible, and shuddered while panting, some of the viewers noticed something strange and started typing in the chat.

Na-yeon leaned her head affectionately against my shoulder, looked at the screen, and muttered to the viewers:

"What are you talking about, bullying? Can't you see how close we are?"

"Ugh.... Kgh.... Ugh...."

Na-yeon stopped her hand for a moment and pinched the tip of my glans hard, as if warning me not to give them away. My face turned deathly pale, and I trembled, barely managing to stifle a scream. Seung-hee, on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my left, pressed her breasts against me and whispered into my ear:

"...Oppa! People are thinking weird things because you aren't saying anything! Hurry up and say something!"

"K-kgh.... Ugh..."

"...Come on, look this way and talk. If you don't speak properly, I'm going to squeeze harder, okay?"

Na-yeon whispered the threat into my ear with a playful tone. Forced into a corner, I slowly lifted my shame-filled face to look at the screen.

"...Ugh.... M-my name is.... Haa...! It's Jihwan.... Kgh....!"

"...Hey, I told you to speak properly. You want to die?"

Na-yeon, her arm still wrapped around my shoulder, raised her eyebrows menacingly and muttered under her breath. I was terrified, my pupils trembling violently.

As the comments questioning my state flooded in, Na-yeon turned her head, smiled, and whispered into my ear:

"...Teecher~ Look at the screen, make a V-sign with both hands, and smile for us~"

"Haa.... Haa.... Ah....."

I bit my lip, trembling, and managed to raise both hands to make a double peace sign. My small fingers were shaking so violently it was pathetic. Meanwhile, Na-yeon and Seung-hee’s hands moved faster and rougher, as if competing, and the urge to ejaculate became impossible to hold back.

"...Now, look at the screen and smile. Come on, do it, do it now, you f*cking..."

"Hgh.... Kgh..... Ughhh...."

I hesitantly lifted my head and forced a fake smile onto my ruined face. At that moment, the thought of my lewd self being broadcast live to over a hundred people—ejaculating and coming with a face smeared with pleasure—sent a chill down my spine that spread through my entire body.

'...No, I can't...! If they see me like this, I'll die of shame...!'

With that thought, I bit my tongue and panted, struggling desperately to escape Na-yeon and Seung-hee. But they wrapped their legs, clad in school skirts, around my body, pinning me down so I couldn't move an inch. As I helplessly neared my climax, Seung-hee suddenly squinted her eyes, chuckled, and whispered:

"...Alright, are you ready to cum while showing our viewers your cute masochistic slut face? Ready? On the count of three, you’re going to spray all that cum you’ve been holding back, okay? Heh heh..."

"A... No.... P-please, anything but that... Ugh...."

Seung-hee ignored my desperate, pleading eyes and whispered with a cheerful laugh:

"One, two, three...!"

As she counted to three, both of them moved their hands up and down so fast they were practically invisible. The string of my sanity snapped, and a massive, overwhelming climax swept through my brain, turning everything white.

"Auuuugh!! Haa.... Kgh....!! Haa-ghhhh....!!"

The moment I ejaculated, Seung-hee quickly yanked my bangs back, exposing my face to everyone—my eyes rolled back toward the ceiling, my expression utterly lewd. My two fingers, bent weakly, were still awkwardly holding up a double peace sign. As my semen erupted like a fountain, splattering onto the phone screen, the broadcast suddenly cut to a black screen.

"...Oh, we got banned... What a shame. Well, I have over ten other accounts, so it doesn't really matter."

"Ugh! Ugh! Hghhhh....!"

Even after I had finished, Na-yeon and Seung-hee continued to move their hands, obsessively milking every last drop of semen from me. I was completely exhausted, my head lolling back, my body limp, twitching miserably.

"Haa... Haa.... Haa-aa...."

"...Heh, you're truly f*cked now. Your face is all over the internet; you'll never be able to marry anyone but us."

Na-yeon cackled like a demon, and I let out a low, despairing groan.

"Ugh.... Ugh...."

While I was in that state, Seung-hee brought over her phone—the broadcast now ended—wiped it off with a tissue, placed it back on the stand, and pressed the video recording button. She waved at the phone and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"Hi hi, guys~ Even though it's just a video and no one is watching right now."

"...What are you doing now?"

Na-yeon asked, looking Seung-hee up and down with a puzzled expression. Instead of answering, Seung-hee just smiled, stood up, and began to strip off her school uniform.

"...There's something I've wanted to try for a while, so I'm going to practice!"

"What...? Practice...?"

Ignoring the bewildered Na-yeon, Seung-hee, now in her thin pink underwear, pressed herself firmly against my body and whispered:

"...It's.... it's.... an R-rated broadcast with a guest! What ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do you think, Oppa? Sounds fun, right?"

"H-hiiiik....?"

As Seung-hee rubbed her face against my chest and acted cute, her small hands began to fiddle with my cock. Blood rushed back into it, and it began to stand stiffly once again.