24-98

EP.98 Live Broadcast 

After collapsing from exhaustion and sleeping like I was dead, I woke up the next day filled with excitement and anticipation about what my masters might do to me. 

Although my body was worn out from days of constant tension, such things didn’t matter to a livestock toy like me. 

I ate from the dog bowl in the corner, stretched my stiff body, and reaffirmed my mindset as a slave. 

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Jung-su and Il-ho came out of their rooms and started watching TV without even glancing at me. 

Even my firm resolve to obey any command and accept any act from my masters with joy began to fade in the face of their complete indifference. 

With no phone to relieve my boredom and being so tired, I couldn’t resist the drowsiness and ended up dozing off for a bit. 

When I snapped awake at the sound of someone nearby, Il-ho was crouched in front of me, blowing cigarette smoke in my face and looking down at me. 

Though I’d slept for less than 30 minutes, it felt as refreshing as if I’d slept for 2 or 3 hours. 

“Tsk tsk... Must be tired from begging for semen all day. Whew~” 

“Let her rest a bit longer~” 

“I didn’t do anything. She woke up on her own.” 

Embarrassed at being caught napping, I quickly got up and knelt properly before Il-ho. 

I was genuinely moved by my masters’ consideration in letting me rest, knowing I’d be tired. 

“Since you’re up, shall we get started?” 

“Yes! Please ruin me as much as you like today. Hehe. 

I’m happiest being treated like less than an animal, a laughingstock for my masters!!” 

“Mmm. Good attitude. 

But today it’s not us. Hehe~” 

Il-ho grinned and set up a tripod and mounted a tablet in front of me. 

As I looked back and forth between Jung-su and Il-ho in confusion, Il-ho explained, 

“We’re doing a live broadcast today, so let’s get ready.” 

“Live broadcast..?” 

“You don’t know? Live broadcast! We’ll clear things up before it gets noisier. 

Say hi to your fans too~” 

Since my SNS had spread and my follower count was skyrocketing, there were many concerned comments about the extreme content. 

Other similar accounts carefully censored faces and personal info, but mine seemed intentionally open, drawing even more attention. 

Because of the kinds of posts no normal person would upload, many suspected a third party was leaking my content, and the worries grew. 

If reports piled up, my account could get suspended, so Jung-su came up with the idea of directly communicating with viewers via live broadcast to dispel doubts quickly and thoroughly. 

“Let’s show everyone just how much of a trash idiot you are.” 

“Yes...” 

“We announced it for 8 PM so as many people as possible can watch, so let’s rehearse beforehand.” 

There was still plenty of time, but the sudden news of a live broadcast made me nervous. 

Looking down at my body, I saw the graffiti from two days ago was still smeared all over. 

The thought of showing this to countless viewers nationwide in real time made my lower body tingle. 

My masters, who were seriously discussing how to expose every detail of Yoo Hanna as Slave No. 4 to the world, felt no guilt at all. 

Jung-su and Il-ho chatted and laughed for a long time. 

After their talk, Il-ho took a small pouch from his bag and tossed it to me. 

“Still, you should be polite to your fans seeing you for the first time, right? 

That’ll make it even more exciting~ hehe.” 

Inside were a few cosmetics from my room’s vanity. 

Since I hadn’t washed properly, I applied a thin, natural-looking layer rather than heavy makeup. 

Once I was done, Jung-su explained what I should do on the broadcast. 

First, start with a light self-introduction, then naturally answer the real-time comments and interact with viewers a pretty simple plan. 

The key was to emphasize that all the crazy posts on SNS were written and uploaded by me, and that I chose this life of my own free will, with no coercion or pressure, and that I was happy living this way. 

To convince everyone, I was told to act as vulgar and lewd as possible throughout the broadcast, always smiling to show I truly wanted and enjoyed this. 

They set up the camera angle and position so I’d fill the frame in the waiting pose, and lined up various dildos within reach. 

After rehearsing several times to avoid mistakes, I was finally given a short break. 

I ate lightly from the dog bowl, but as the scheduled time approached, I got so nervous my bladder felt tight. I asked permission to pee, but instead I was ordered to pee during the live broadcast, and a blue bucket was placed next to the dildos. 

At exactly 8 PM, Il-ho touched the tablet’s screen. 

On the tablet, I could see myself in the waiting pose, and a chat window showing so many people joining that it was unreadable. 

“Hello! Nice to meet you~” 

With people constantly joining, I kept repeating the same greeting for over 10 minutes, until Il-ho signaled me from behind. 

“Okay, I’ll start with a self-introduction. 

I’m Slave No. 4, Yoo Hanna! 

Thank you for taking time to watch this pathetic idiot!! 

Today I’m here to answer your questions live. 

Please take care of me!” 

Seeing myself on the screen, I felt less nervous, like it wasn’t real. 

I thought I could just read and answer the chat, but the messages scrolled by so fast it was overwhelming. 

Still, I spotted some recurring comments and, as planned, answered them with a smile. 

/Is this really okay? 

/Wow, she actually went live, crazy bitch lol 

/So hot 

/If you need help, wave a V! 

/Shouldn’t this be reported? 

/If you’re being threatened, wink. 

“Haha! I don’t need help~ Being abused and treated worse than an animal is the happiest thing in my life. 

No need to worry~ Hehe. Just reading your chat gets me soaking wet~” 

I exaggerated even more, changing my pose and spreading my vagina wide in front of the camera. 

/Do your parents know? So pitiful 

/lol that pussy is wrecked 

/Wow, what did you do to your clit, it’s disgusting 

/Is something stuck in your urethra? 

After answering once, I got the hang of it and started picking out the main comments. 

Since the chat disappeared so quickly, I memorized the key ones and answered them in turn. 

“My mom knows I’m this much of an idiot~ 

My clit was surgically altered by my master! 

After that, it was tied up with thread to make it look even more pathetic! 

Hold on, I need to pee for a second. 

Watch me pee~” 

Since someone had just asked about my urethra, I naturally continued, squatting over the blue bucket and pulling out the plug. 

Dribble  

Even as I peed, I made sure to pose so the camera could catch it, never stopping my commentary. 

“I have incontinence, so just pulling out the plug makes it leak everywhere~” 

/lolololololol 

/lol is that a fist in her pussy? 

/She’s really an idiot 

After answering several questions, the level of the questions kept rising. 

As if it were a mission, I started following the chat’s commands, and before I knew it, I was so absorbed in the broadcast that I lost track of time. 

I shoved a dildo thicker than my fist into my vagina, yanked my nipples to see how far they’d stretch, stuck my fingers into my urethra, and pulled out the anal plug to show off the gaping holes. 

I realized during the broadcast that after removing the anal plug, my vagina and anus looked even more vulgar, hanging open limply. 

The holes that might once have been tenderly caressed by men were now so thoroughly destroyed they could never return to their old shape. 

Every time I saw my ruined body, I felt a crushing sense that I could never go back, and yet a desire to be even more ruined boiled up as I gave myself over to the increasingly intense chat. 

By the time the broadcast ended, it was around 11 PM. 

“Thank you for playing with me, everyone! 

Now I’ll go back to being my master’s toy. 

Good night!” 

After following all the reckless anonymous commands and showing off every pose, I ended the broadcast at Il-ho’s signal. 

Jung-su and Il-ho had watched me from behind the tablet like an audience at a play, and when the broadcast ended, Jung-su got up and approached me. 

“4-ho, you actually have a talent for this. Hehehe! Well done~” 

“Thank you for the compliment!” 

Surprised by Jung-su’s praise, I quickly bowed deeply, pressing my forehead to the floor in gratitude. 

After tidying up, I once again gave my usual three sentences of thanks, and only then did the living room lights go out. I was finally able to sleep on the thin, sticky blanket soaked with my own fluids.