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EP.80 SNS 

As my brother was about to enter his room with a stern expression, Jung-su called out to him. 

"Yu Han-young! Come here for a minute." 

"Uh... why again?" 

My brother hesitated, then came out of his room and looked at Jung-su. 

"It's nothing, so don't be nervous. Just sit here for a bit. I need you to do something." 

Jung-su smiled slightly as he saw my brother tense up and patted the seat beside him. 

My brother sat down hesitantly, and Jung-su put his arm around his shoulders, speaking in a friendly manner. 

"How do you think your sister looks now? Do you get a sense of what kind of person she is?" 

"Mmm..." 

"So, we want to give your sister a gift. Hehe." 

As my brother looked at Jung-su with a puzzled expression, Jung-su continued: 

"It's unlikely, but if someone like her pretends to be human in society, it would be a nuisance to others. Don't you think?" 

"..." 

"So, we have an idea. 4-ho." 

I was in too much pain to respond to Jung-su's call, and he immediately shouted: 

"Get your act together! 4-ho!" 

"Ahh! Yes?!" 

"Go to Il-ho's room and bring your wallet and phone." 

I crawled into what used to be my room, dragging my battered lower body. The room held memories of over 20 years, but it was no longer mine. 

I took out my wallet and phone, placing the phone between the wallet's pages, and put them in my mouth. I quickly returned to the living room, where Jung-su and Il-ho were sitting. 

Jung-su took my wallet and phone, handing the phone to my brother. He removed my ID and student card from the wallet and tossed them aside. 

"Ha ha! Your sister's phone wallpaper is amazing! 

Hey, 4-ho, straighten your posture!" 

I couldn't bear to look at my brother's face, so I lowered my head, but Il-ho corrected my posture. 

Jung-su looked at me and said to my brother: 

"Now, we'll completely ruin your sister's reputation in society. She's already famous as Slave 4-ho. We'll expose her personal info so everyone knows what kind of person she is. That way, she won't even think about pretending to be human again." 

My brother shook his head, trying to leave, but Il-ho intervened, placing a laptop on his lap. 

"Do you know about the popular social media platform, TrOter? Let's create an account in her name and upload all the videos and photos we've taken!" 

TrOter was a global SNS used by many worldwide, and since it was a foreign company, it had lenient censorship, allowing for easy uploads of adult content. 

My brother looked at me uncertainly and asked: 

"Do I... have to do it?" 

"Then who else will? Come on, let's go to the site and sign up." 

As Jung-su spoke, everyone watched the laptop screen, and I felt intense anxiety, my heart racing. 

With just my ID and phone, my account was created effortlessly. 

Soon, my brother was typing out a profile description under Jung-su and Il-ho's guidance: 

"I am Yu Han-na, a 24-year-old majoring in Business Administration at OO University. I have given up being human and live as a toilet slave. I am excited to be used as a toy by my masters and to show everyone this side of me. I apologize for pretending to be human all this time. I don't need any donations or sponsorships; everything will be free, so please show interest and mock me. #Slave4ho #ToiletSlave #HumanLivestock #SM #Trash #LifeRuined" 

Hearing my profile description made my body shiver. 

When my brother finished typing and saved the profile, it felt like my entire life as a human was being erased. 

I thought I had given up everything, but facing this new cliff made me realize I hadn't. 

Perhaps I had secretly hoped that one day, my masters would tire of me and let me return to society. 

'Ah... no... this has to stop...' 

As I hesitated, the laptop's touchpad clicked, and I realized it was too late. 

The intense anxiety caused a strong urge to urinate, but the anal beads blocked my urethra, making me feel like it was swelling. 

Over the next few hours, my brother posted a declaration of surrender and a self-introduction video under orders. 

Jung-su and Il-ho adjusted the titles and content of the posts as if I were writing them myself. 

Now, I could only hope that my account wouldn't attract anyone's attention. 

However, Jung-su was thorough, knowing my wishes. 

"Next, go to the community site and type exactly as I say." 

/Slave 4-ho's personal info is out!!! Check out the TrOter account link below: https://OOO.com/slave4hanna 

After promoting my account on several popular community sites, Jung-su laughed and said to my brother: 

"Ha ha! How does it feel to ruin your sister's life with your own hands? Exciting, right?" 

My brother remained silent, clutching his crotch. 

"You idiot, you're excited, aren't you? Well, since you worked hard today, I'll let you take a break. Pull down your pants." 

Jung-su pulled out a small key from his pocket and said: 

My brother quickly stood up, lowered his pants, and handed Jung-su his chastity device. 

His testicles were swollen from trying to remove it alone. 

As the lock was opened, his penis sprang out. 

"4-ho, you should thank Han-young first." 

"Yes..." 

I released my waiting posture and bowed to my brother, thanking him. 

"Thank you... for ruining my life..." 

Everyone except my brother burst into laughter, and Il-ho kicked my brother's buttocks, saying: 

"Go take care of yourself now." 

I quickly got up and performed a penis dance in front of my brother, then leaned against the wall and exposed my buttocks after getting his permission. 

My vagina, already lubricated, didn't need any preparation, and with the plugs in my urethra and anus, my brother's penis entered easily. 

Jung-su, Il-ho, and Hye-na watched our incestuous act while smoking. 

As my brother's penis penetrated deeply, I felt the anal beads in my urethra and the plug in my anus, making everything more stimulating. 

"Uh-uhu... I think I'll cum..." 

My brother stopped moving after a short while, and I felt a heightened sensitivity unlike before. 

The fact that we were having sex with my brother under orders excited me even more. 

However, my brother couldn't last long and ejaculated. Hye-na appeared beside him with a chastity device. 

As I watched my brother being locked up again, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret that it was over so quickly. 

"Do I really have to do this?" 

"Oh, brother, you promised, didn't you? Try to get used to it. You'll definitely enjoy it, hehe." 

My brother grumbled but didn't resist Hye-na's hands. 

After some time, my brother, now locked up again, sighed and Jung-su told him: 

"Han-young, you can go now. Good job." 

"Yes..." 

As my brother entered his room, Jung-su handed me a phone and said: 

"There's an app on here. Look at it when you're bored." 

I took the phone and returned to my spot in the corner of the living room. 

After drinking from the dog bowl, I checked the phone. All apps except for a single SNS app had been deleted. 

The SNS app was logged into a different account, with the username 'Trash.' 

I looked at Jung-su in confusion, and he explained: 

"That's your personal account. You see the one follower? I followed it, so you can check it out." 

I still didn't fully grasp the situation until I saw it with my own eyes. 

Following Jung-su's instructions, I entered my account, which was brutally and cruelly designed to ruin someone's life. 

My personal info, along with explicit photos of my face, breasts, vagina, and anus, were all exposed, along with the humiliating videos taken previously. 

Even my ID and student card were posted, along with shameful poses. 

My heart sank as I saw that the account already had over 500 followers and was still growing. 

'Ah... now it's all wrong... 

I have to live like this forever, right? I prepared for it... 

Forever? 

Begging my brother to let me defecate every day and enduring the same pain? Uh-uhu... it's miserable...' 

Thinking about the future sent shivers down my spine, and my trembling turned into excitement. 

I spent the night stimulating my vagina while looking at my account.