Live Corruption Diary Beyond the Cable
By day, Jihyeon was the quietest, most invisible outsider in her department—a demure college girl who barely registered. But once everyone else had fallen asleep, she lived a completely different life as a streamer, running high-exposure adult live broadcasts through a secret SNS account no one knew about. With her face cleverly hidden behind a thick mask and distorted lighting, she would boldly strip or let out vulgar moans on command to match the paid donation missions flung at her by anonymous viewers logging in real time. That was her only outlet, her secret pleasure. Ordinarily the room only drew a few hundred regulars for modest fun, but that night the atmosphere was strangely, feverishly overheated.
Tear the stockings and scribble on the thighs with permanent marker
Donation: 100,000 won
The chat window on the right side of the screen scrolled like mad as the viewer count shot past a thousand in an instant. Feeling her whole body heat up under the thousands of lewd gazes flooding the monitor, Jihyeon pulled scissors from the drawer and boldly shredded her black stockings. Soft white thigh flesh showed blatantly through the torn runs, and she wrote the crude words the viewers demanded right onto her skin with a black permanent marker. Every time the sharp tip scraped her sensitive flesh she felt a strange coolness, and the pressure of knowing thousands of eyes beyond the screen were staring straight between her legs had already soaked her tight little hole with slick juices. As the night deepened the broadcast’s intensity soared out of control, and Jihyeon moaned through the supreme sense of liberation, staying up till dawn.
The disaster struck the very next afternoon in an empty university lecture hall after major class had ended. The other students had all left and Jihyeon was gathering her bag to go when Minwoo—her same-year classmate, famous for being sleazy and low-quality—sidled up and blocked her path. Aside from the two of them, only silence filled the room.
“Jihyeon, take a look at this for a second? There’s a video that suits you perfectly.”
Minwoo snickered nastily and shoved his smartphone screen right up to her face. On it played clear capture stills and a short recording of last night’s secret broadcast—Jihyeon moaning while scribbling on her thighs with marker in front of a thousand viewers. In that instant her heart plummeted to the floor and the blood drained from her face until she was paper-white. Her fingertips began to tremble.
“Uh… what’s this? I don’t know anything about this. You’ve got the wrong person.”
Jihyeon forced her voice steady, trying to play it cool and brush past him, but Minwoo zoomed in on the phone and casually tapped the pencil case on her desk.
“Don’t know? Why wouldn’t you. That weird limited overseas character pencil case and pen set lying on the right side of the desk in last night’s stream—it’s exactly the same as the one in your bag right now. Plus that leather initial bracelet you’re wearing on your wrist was crystal clear on screen. The voice is pure you. Still want to deny it?”
The evidence was airtight. The filthy, obscene secret she had wanted to hide most in her daytime world had been completely exposed to a classmate—and not just any classmate, but the loosest-mouthed, most underhanded one of all. Jihyeon trembled all over. Tears pricked her eyes; after checking that no one else was around she grabbed Minwoo’s sleeve and began begging frantically.
“Minwoo, please… I’m begging you. If the kids in our department or the school find out I’ll really die… Don’t tell anyone. It’s all my fault. I’ll do whatever you say…”
Watching the cold classmate from a moment ago now quaking in terror in front of him, Minwoo wore a sadistic smile. He roughly forced her chin up with his fingers and whispered low and cold.
“You’ll do whatever I say, huh? Keeping a secret isn’t free. Grab your bag right now and follow me to my place. If you don’t come, these photos and videos go straight into the department group chat and Everytime.”
There was no choice. Jihyeon hung her head like livestock being led to slaughter and trailed after Minwoo to the quiet one-room studio apartment behind the department building. The moment they stepped into Minwoo’s studio apartment the front door locked with a heavy click, and a thick, clammy tension filled the narrow room. Minwoo pointed to the chair by the bed and sat her down. Then he used the ready-prepared hanging straps to roughly bind her slender wrists behind the chair back. The physical restraint of the cord biting into her skin made the perverted exhibitionist thrill she had felt in front of the monitor last night stir again inside her, rising alongside the fear.
“Alright, open that secret live stream from last night again on your phone. Do it the way you always do.”
At Minwoo’s sharp command Jihyeon gulped and launched the streaming app with shaking fingers. Broad daylight, tied to a chair in the apartment of the man blackmailing her, and the live broadcast was on. The second it went live, viewers who had been waiting—thanks to last night’s huge buzz—poured in by the hundreds. The speed of the notifications was terrifying.
“From now on you stream exactly as I tell you. If you resist even a little or try anything funny, I’ll rip that mask off and live-stream your name and face to the whole world, so be smart.”
Minwoo carefully angled the smartphone camera under her chin so her face stayed out of frame, then unbuttoned her neat blouse from the top as if tearing it open. The screen transmitted in real time her upper body, hands bound to the chair, lace bra and full breasts completely exposed. Chat exploded with frenzied reactions and sexual abuse while the viewer count climbed exponentially.
Minwoo’s hands didn’t stop there. He yanked her skirt up to her waist in one motion and hooked his fingers into her already-damp underwear, ripping it away without mercy. Thousands of anonymous viewers beyond the cable watched the live camgirl bound to a chair, completely defenseless, her sex fully displayed, and fired paid donations like mad. The real-time viewer count on screen had already blown past five thousand.
“Hey, the viewers want something more intense. Scribbling on the thighs like last night isn’t going to satisfy anyone.”
Minwoo grabbed a thick permanent marker from the desk and a fistful of pens from the pencil case, deliberately showing them to the camera. Then he gathered several pen tips against the sensitive, delicate entrance of her sex and began rubbing and prying insistently.
“Nngh…! Ah…! Hnngh! Minwoo, haah…”
Afraid her voice would leak outside the apartment, and terrified her real voice would stamp itself clearly onto the broadcast, Jihyeon bit her lip until it bled, desperately trying to hold back the moans. But the sensation of her core being forcibly ravaged by the man’s rough hands, plus the extreme voyeuristic thrill of this humiliating violation being live-streamed to thousands, completely blew her reason away.
When Minwoo bundled five pens together and shoved them hard into her tight slit as if to break her, stimulating her inner walls, Jihyeon finally screamed vulgarly enough to shake the room and spread her legs wide. The situation was so lewd and arousing that pens which normally would never have fit were forced in by his hands—six, eight, finally ten—packed densely inside. In front of thousands of viewers she had fully authenticated her own lewdly stretched secret hole.
“Aaang…! Haaung…! It feels so good I’m going crazy…! Hwaaang! Thousands of people are watching and my pussy’s going to break…! Shove them in more…!”
The moment Jihyeon thrashed her head in pleasure and clenched the muscles inside her sex hard, the ten pens lodged in her walls tumbled out onto the floor with a gush of juices. The raw, vulgar clatter of them scattering across the floorboards rode the smartphone mic straight across the cable. Viewers on screen had already passed eight thousand.
Eyes rolled back with peak excitement, Minwoo could no longer hold back; he yanked down his zipper. Keeping her wrists bound and staying just out of the camera’s full view, he slammed his massively swollen cock mercilessly into her slick, hot passage.
“Uwahk…! Ang…! Minwoo…! There…! Haang! It’s too deep…!”
The dull, wet sounds of flesh slamming flesh and Jihyeon’s melting screams began broadcasting live. The screen showed her pure white breasts and thighs bouncing violently with Minwoo’s lower-body thrusts, and the man’s rough hands occasionally entering the frame, all exposed raw. The sense of absolute depravity at having her real-time violation and domination live-streamed to countless strangers granted Jihyeon an orgasm close to pure ecstasy. Matching his savage hip thrusts she pushed her own ass forward, becoming completely one with him in the flesh.
“Hwaaang…! Cock, cock tastes so good…! Pound me deeper in front of ten thousand people…! I don’t care if my pussy rips—fuck me harder…!”
Every time Jihyeon’s vulgar dirty talk spilled out the donation window exploded, and finally Minwoo erupted, flooding the deep walls of her womb with hot, thick cum without holding back. Jihyeon too, in a climax that seemed to paralyze her limbs, rolled her eyes upward and drooled.
As their rough breathing quieted, Minwoo pressed the end-broadcast button with a satisfied look. Then he held the final score captured on screen in front of her slack face.
Peak Concurrent Viewers: 10,240
Real-time viewers had broken ten thousand. Still bound to the chair, Jihyeon dazedly watched Minwoo’s hot semen and glistening juices drip down her thighs onto the floor. Crushing shame and the pressure that she might be destroyed if this got out at school weighed on her chest, yet strangely, deep inside, an indescribable supreme liberation and happiness were swelling—the knowledge that she had perfectly streamed her most filthy, lewd self to a full ten thousand men. Breathing hard, Jihyeon secretly smiled, already sensing the future in which she would crave those burning gazes beyond the cable and Minwoo’s rough cock all over again.