NTFT | Volume 1.4

I woke up in the dark world inside a black bag, feeling the movement of being transported somewhere, probably in a car. All I could perceive was the dim light from outside and the rough, firm thigh against my cheek.

“Sounds like you’re awake, huh? Right, beautiful?”

His perception was disgustingly quick. Having hit me from behind during the kidnapping, he noticed my consciousness returning just as fast.

This wasn’t some clumsy human.

Judging by the smells emanating from his body, he was clearly involved in dangerous activities. The strong odor of addictive drugs and alcohol mixed with a stench of blood reminiscent of a surgical room.

There were also the perfumes and cosmetics laden with debauchery, all muddled together like filth.

I had really gotten into trouble with the wrong guy. Of all the bizarre humans who had kidnapped me over the centuries, this one was probably responsible for the most deaths.

The scent clinging to his body was intense, enough to make my head spin.

“Why no answer, Mi Hong? Still playing dead?”

Feeling his hand patting my head through the black bag intensified the tension. His touch was rough and heavy, the kind someone who understood threats would use.

“Fuck, it feels like my head is going to split open. Can you stop touching me?”

I wanted to swat his hand away, but of course, my hands were bound. Even my thumbs were secured with cable ties, and my wrists were further bound.

He had tied me up unnecessarily thoroughly. Although it would be cumbersome to escape in this state, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

If I were to escape, I’d have to overpower this guy physically. That would involve a complicated process of revealing my true form, which was always a last resort.

“Ah… such a hassle. You’re YongdudongBuildingOwner, right?”

“Yes, that’s me. YongdudongBuildingOwner, beautiful.”

The irritating way he said ‘beautiful,’ followed by his hand approaching my chest and greedily grabbing my exposed breast, started it all.

“What are you doing? Who gave you permission to touch?”

“Well, I’m not really one to ask for permission.”

He squeezed hard.

“Shit…! Ah, ugh…!”

This madman, was he trying to burst my breast? How hard was he squeezing? It snapped me back to reality. Normally, this would have been pleasurable, but given the situation and the person, it was incredibly annoying and repulsive. This was no time to feel any sort of pleasure.

Despite spending most of my days indulging in sensations, at this moment, unfortunately, it was different.

The sensations conveyed through someone else’s touch were purely painful. Pleasure was entirely absent.

As the sensations hit differently than usual, my consciousness grew coldly sharp, and my rational mind started to function properly.

One thought surfaced instantly.

‘Should I slit his throat?’

Or should I tear open his belly and hurriedly gobble up his fat, greasy liver?

Just thinking about it made my salivary glands activate, and saliva pooled under my tongue. Swallowing the buildup, I realized it was just bodily fluid, devoid of any nourishment.

‘Really, this guy. Should I just eat him when I get the chance?’

My dormant appetite began to stir, and my famished belly felt increasingly empty. My nerves were sharpened by hunger, setting my senses on edge. Yet, I didn’t want to get involved in a troublesome mess.

Unlike before, advanced technology made it difficult to hunt freely. So, for now, I restrained my rampaging hunger and spoke, my words dripping with venom.

“Fuck, stop fondling like that! Haven’t you touched boobs before, you damned pervert? You think I’ve been gulping down strawberry milk just for the likes of you?”

His continued squeezing hurt.

I was still covered with a black bag, yet I spoke clearly and fearlessly. However, he seemed unfazed by my words, instead letting out a low chuckle.

“True, I’ve seen you drinking your strawberry milk. Did you have a couple today? Isn’t it fascinating? Did you really grow those voluptuous breasts by drinking strawberry milk?”

As if to verify, he tightened his grip on my chest. Whether he knew how to control his strength or not, he mercilessly groped my breast, particularly focusing on the more sensitive side, slowly pushing me to my limit.

Pain was one thing, but if he massaged it long enough, my body would involuntarily swell the nipples and annoyingly leak tantalizing milk.

“Ha, what’s this? Milk’s coming out of your nipples?”

“Shit…”

I cursed lowly. It was humiliating. Although I’d lived mostly without shame, this was a different kind of degradation.

My body had a few female-like changes aside from my lower parts being transformed: first, my breasts had doubled in size.

Second, once a month, I suffered a painful period.

And third, my developed breasts produced useless milk.

“This, your milk is overflowing. I wonder if it tastes like strawberry milk.”

A hand slipped under my armpit, and suddenly I felt lifted. It was a disaster. This bastard was definitely up to something strange. I struggled as much as I could.

But instead, the thigh that had been firm against my cheek earlier secured a hold on my waist.

“Fuck! You bastard! What are you trying to do…!”

“This view is quite spectacular, isn’t it? Milk flowing from the nipples, and they’re bright red too. Really looks like it would taste like strawberry milk.”

“Are you crazy! Shut that mouth right now…! Ugh!”

A raw sensation overwhelmed my chest, and the provocative pleasure surged as my nipples were sharply clawed.

“Ah! Hah! Ugh! You, bastard…”

Before I knew it, a rough, damp tongue had made contact with my unguarded nipple. The tongue mercilessly licked and sucked at my nipple, and I could feel the milk being drawn out and flowing down the bastard’s throat. My entire skin bristled, and the sensitive nerves around my waist sharpened intensely.

Damn it, damn it all…

Despite the bothersome and annoying nature of it, I had always made sure to drain and discard all of it before broadcasting… and now I ended up feeding it to this bastard. My teeth gritted in irritation.

As if that weren’t enough, he suddenly bit down on my nipple with his front teeth.

“Hah?! Shit… ah…!”

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t taste like strawberry milk.”

The chilled air hit my tormented nipple. This damn man had sucked it dry before detaching his mouth and making a careless, insensitive remark.

‘Look at this guy, huh?’

Eating my body’s milk and then spouting such nonsense? This man had lost all fear.

Perhaps it was a blessing that I was still wearing the black bag. I felt a hot change around my eyes as they shifted back to their original color.

I usually kept my eyes a lighter brown to blend in more humanly, though they were still tinged with red, which often led people to ask if I was wearing lenses.

I had confirmed they were my natural eyes at first, but later, to avoid hassle, I just agreed they were lenses.

My natural eyes were a red as deep as the blood I drank and the livers I devoured, as dark as the blood itself.

“You’d better not touch my body any further.”

“And what will you do about it? It’s not like you to sit still, pretty one. As a regular viewer, I know that much.”

“Yeah, ‘YongdudongBuildingOwner,’ you would know, wouldn’t you? Since you’ve been a fan since the very beginning.”

YongdudongBuildingOwner.

I knew this nickname all too well.

Back when I first started broadcasting, despite his seemingly novice interest in sex shows, he was exceptionally generous with his donations.

As if truly a building owner, he lavished money on me, raising my status daily, setting the bar high for the basic donation amount.

The one million won donation required for entry into the royal room was also based on his standard.

Of course, there were costs to set up the equipment, but from the start, he wasn’t interested in anything less than a million won.

“I thought you were just a diligent salaryman, coming in at the same time every day, but you were a building owner after all? One built with dirty money, at that.”

If we had been face to face, I would have spat on him. How dare he kidnap and mock Mi Hong, subjecting me to such indignity.

I would end up slicing open his belly and devouring his greedy, fat liver.

“Did I seem that naive? Then I must have managed my image pretty well. To think I was a salaryman, that’s a naively sweet imagination, pretty one.”

“Can you stop with that annoying pet name? It makes me want to kill you.”

“You, kill me? That’s funny, but seriously, pretty one, you don’t understand your situation.”

His disgusting hand reached lower, this time grasping the two pieces of flesh on my lower body painfully and pulling my body tightly against his. His foul body odor penetrated the black bag.

“Sorry to disappoint your wild fantasies, but I’m not the type you think I am. So, let me introduce myself properly this time. I am the owner of Yongdudong ‘Medusa,’ named ‘Wi Beomha.’ Remember that well, you fearless pretty one.”

Who’s calling who fearless? This bastard was truly without fear. Did he really understand whom he was speaking to? Ah, you wouldn’t know.

You insignificant human.

How could such a presumptuous human possibly recognize a noble and beautiful Gumiho like me?

“That’s your introduction? I can’t understand a word you’re saying. What makes you think you can speak so grandly? You lawbreaker.”

“Lawbreaker? Yeah, that’s not wrong. I’ve bent a few laws to get here. See, even now, taking our pretty one away, do you not see? Are you clueless, or truly fearless?”

While he was spouting nonsense, the damned pervert was petting my lower back as if it were a pet cat, shamelessly groping me. His hand movements, not those of a novice, carried obsession and persistence, particularly emphasizing his point by squeezing harder as he finished speaking.

“Fuck, that hurts! Gently!”

“Oh, did that hurt? I was just gently touching, but I must have gotten too excited. My apologies.”

I felt my body being pushed back, and for a moment, it seemed as though he had actually bowed his head in apology. My face twisted sardonically, but something felt off.

What is this guy doing?

Suddenly, I felt something smooth touch my nape and collarbone. It seemed like lips by the touch. An apology with lips? And he dared to kiss without permission? This guy was really something else.

“You’re annoying, you know that? Ah, ah! You, don’t leave marks! It’s annoying during broadcasts!”

It wasn’t just a kiss; he savored my skin with his tongue, checking the texture of my flesh as if tasting it, leaving a likely noticeable mark from his teeth and kisses, which irritated me greatly.

“Ah, can you stop with the annoying stuff? Even if it’s bothering, don’t leave marks like you’ve half-eaten something. Fuck, it’s annoying during broadcasts.”

I usually took care not to leave any marks on my body. If I wasn’t broadcasting, it wouldn’t really matter—in fact, I might even enjoy it since the slight pain from the marks was rather pleasant.

But professionally, I couldn’t afford to be happy about any marks left on my body now.

It felt almost like dealing with a cheating lover, those marks making annoying pests ask too many questions and become overly inquisitive.

Some of them even acted like stalkers, though I dealt with them quietly afterward. I didn’t want to go through that tedious process again.