NTFT | Volume 1.5

And of course, if there were already marks that looked like someone else had taken a bite, it would be truly off-putting. Even I wouldn’t appreciate that. It’s always better to see something fresh and appetizing, both to look at and to consume.

“You’re worried about broadcasting in this situation? Didn’t see that coming, pretty one, quite professional of you.”

“Didn’t you know? Want me to demonstrate just how professional I can be?”

I wanted to end this tiresome verbal sparring. Perhaps a more physical conversation would communicate more effectively.

Our lower halves were already practically joined. If so, the preparation phase was somewhat complete. According to the plan, I was supposed to be starting the royal room broadcast at 3 AM, so using this as an appetizer to whet the appetite before moving on to the main dish shouldn’t be an issue.

“Need to go far? Let’s do it here. I’m not picky about the place.”

I deliberately put more weight into sitting on his thigh, subtly rotating my hips to provide a secretive stimulation. The underwear I hadn’t managed to put on properly before being kidnapped was proving quite convenient now.

“Aren’t you curious? You’ve only seen it. Never had it in you before, right? Without even using the toys I’ve so thoughtfully prepared.”

The air inside the black bag warmed up. Although I couldn’t see his face, I could sense a change in his breathing. The slight scent of sweat and the faint pheromones of a male in heat gently wafted around.

I had been maintaining my composure, but from the moment I sat on his lower half, his situation seemed less relaxed than I thought. His thick, hard object pressed uncomfortably against my buttocks.

“It’s nice to watch a horny pretty one, but you shouldn’t provoke me unnecessarily now. Why do you think I went through the trouble of kidnapping you all the way here? We have time, pretty one. So don’t think about spreading your legs as usual, and just keep your pussy shut and stay quiet.”

After his words, I felt pain throughout my body. Unbelievably, I was flung aside carelessly. His resolute action showed no sign of regret. That cutting decisiveness left me without words.

Thrown aside like that, to think he wouldn’t even taste it after facing my lower half? This crazy impotent bastard.

“Puffed up like a dog in heat, and you talk shit? Yeah, enjoy your leisure wherever it is.”

I lay slumped in the spot where I was thrown, blatantly spreading my legs. The wet T-shirt and soiled panties were blatantly exposed, but I didn’t care. In fact, if it provoked him to pounce like a beast, it was all the better for me.

Click,

“Since the subject is good, the photos come out well too?”

His unexpected response was a shock. Clearly, I heard a camera shutter click. This time, it seemed like a flash burst, the light flashing momentarily beyond the black bag.

“Such a pity to keep this view to myself. I’d like to keep a few photos, so spread your legs a bit more. Your gaping pussy is quite a sight.”

This insane man shoved the phone camera directly between my spread legs and took several pictures. After taking a few shots and apparently liking them, he grabbed my knees and spread my legs even wider.

“I’ve never been much for photos, but I like this. Maybe I should start taking more of your naked body.”

His satisfied laughter echoed. This was a substantial hit. How dare he take photos of my body, with rights, without permission? Especially of my lower body?

“Are you insane? What are you photographing now? Huh? Not deleting it right now?!”

Using my relatively free lower half, I kicked out. It was hard to gauge his exact position in the confined space of the car, but it was close enough that my kick should have made contact.

“That kick hurts quite a bit, huh? How about that swing? Waking up does make things more interesting, but it’s getting tiresome to deal with.”

My ankle was suddenly grasped. That moment, a foreboding feeling washed over me. These insane types always seemed to follow a rule—if they were going to break something, it would be an ankle.

Even for me, a broken ankle was not only slow to heal but also excruciatingly painful, more so than any human could endure. It was one of the pains I least wanted to experience.

“Your ankle is so slender and sexy.”

His hand reached for my calf, and I immediately sensed danger. I took a deep breath and focused on his actions.

If he was going to break my ankle, he would apply sudden pressure. Even if part of my form was exposed when I released my power to escape the bonds, it would at least resolve the situation to some extent.

“Your skin is so smooth and tempting. How can such soft skin belong to someone who looks no different from a male on the outside… your skin, and your lower parts… they’re not ordinary, are they?”

His finger pressed firmly against the peak hidden by a thin layer of underwear. A chilling sensation along with an unwelcome mix of disgust and pleasure tormented the inside of my thighs.

“This is the punishment for kicking. Even if it’s embarrassing, you’ll have to endure it.”

His approaching hand slithered like a snake along my thigh and slipped inside the underwear. Then, suddenly, he grabbed the thin fabric and pulled upwards, ripping the underwear apart.

The fabric shielding my lower parts was effortlessly removed, leaving them unprotected and exposed.

“I’ll keep the underwear as a souvenir, pretty one.”

“You… son of a bitch!”

I cursed and closed my legs, trying to cover myself. Being uncovered below felt unnervingly irritating. Even though I was used to exposing myself, I never felt shame or emotional hurt.

Instead, I provocatively spread my legs wide, fully exposing my aroused lower parts. My lower half was that frivolous and wanton. Yet, for some reason, I didn’t want to expose it to this guy. At least not now.

It was quite frustrating to show my female pussy like this. For a long time, I had tossed aside any sense of decency and shame, but now they seemed to have noisily found their way back to me.

“Fuck, you kick them away when you serve yourself, and now you pick and choose what you want to eat?”

Did he really think I’d just roll over? This son of a bitch.

He was also no ordinary opponent, having been stained with the blood of many humans. Our battle of wills was a deadly tug-of-war.

The air in the car turned icy with silence, and about thirty minutes seemed to pass when the car stopped. Caught off guard, I didn’t even resist when I was struck hard on the head with something blunt and lost consciousness.

Fuck, this bastard again…

***

It was the second time I had passed out today. I shouldn’t be this fragile to faint so easily.

Perhaps living in the human world had weakened me, exposing me to nutritional imbalances and various pollutants. It was an odd occurrence.

The first time I was kidnapped from my house, they used potent drugs to knock me out. The second time, they didn’t bother with subtlety and swung to hit my head like a baseball.

“Fuck, it feels like my skull is shattered. Ah… it hurts like hell.”

The typical endearments of ‘beautiful’ were supposed to mean care, but was kidnapping ever gentle? I felt dizzy. My recovery was slower than usual.

I hadn’t eaten properly in a while, and it had been too long since I last had a human liver. When was the last time?

Human livers are hard to come by, so the last bit I had was with some sundae (Korean sausage).

Perhaps instead of being a sex streamer, I should have worked in butchery or medicine, where organs are readily accessible.

Regretting now was useless. After all, even thinking about those two professions was too bothersome. I didn’t want to work hard, and I certainly wasn’t fond of studying.

So, there I was, broadcasting and enjoying a life of luxury, and yet I ended up in the clutches of this mad bastard again. What rotten luck for a gumiho.

As the pain in my head subsided, I surveyed my surroundings. I was still wearing the black bag and was bound as before. The only difference from before I passed out was that I wasn’t in a moving vehicle anymore.

Where was this place then?

“Fuck, did you see? The bastard that got his head bashed in earlier?”

‘Voices?’

I hadn’t fully grasped my surroundings and was helplessly sprawled out. Footsteps approached from behind, and I could smell fresh blood, accompanied by the pungent scent of cigarettes from two men coming closer, stopping to seemingly stare down at me.

“Yeah, saw it. Crazy fucker. That was the boss’s favorite toy, and they bashed his skull in. Always knew that fucker would get what’s coming to him for not listening.”

“Tch, stupid fuck. Ah… just looking at the blood makes me sick. Why does the boss like this freak?”

“Fuck, how would I know? And watch your mouth. Heads will roll, you dumbass.”

“Watch it yourself! You think I’m like that fucker? And what was it? Heard something on the way here. This fucker’s not just any toy, something about his lower half? Heard the boss really treasures him for that?”

The conversation was tolerable up to a point, but then it took a troublesome turn.

“Hey, wanna check it out?”

“What? Are you insane? You want your head smashed too? Or you got some dirty interest?”

“Ah, shut up, fuckface. Just wanna see what’s so special about this freak’s lower half. The guys who moved him said he wasn’t wearing any underwear.”

I felt their leering gazes shift towards my lower body, carrying an unsettling warmth. Clearly, these bastards were up to no good.

“Yeah, he’s a guy, right?”

“Look and see, don’t you?”

“But why do his legs look like they belong to a chick? And his chest is fucking huge. Shouldn’t he be wearing a bra or something? Disgustingly huge like gynecomastia.”

“Exactly, shit. This freak’s still out of it?”

I felt a foot prod my back. Despite being fully conscious, they seemed oblivious. The black bag rustled slightly with my breathing, but they seemed not to notice.

“Hey, I’m gonna spread his legs. Wanna see?”

“You looking to die?”

“No, but can’t help my curiosity. Gotta see for myself how special this freak is.”

The men guarding me were remarkably sloppy. Had they underestimated me, or did they really trust these idiots? Either way, a surge of disgust welled up within me.

Humans remained pitiful creatures, vulnerable to foolish curiosity no matter the era.

Idiots. If they had left well enough alone, all would have been fine. But they had to satisfy their curiosity, inviting disaster upon themselves.

“Whoa, fuck! Where’s his dick?! You see this?!”

As one forcibly spread my legs, my hidden and intimate lower half was fully exposed.

“Ha, this is fucking insane! Hey, where’s the phone? Let’s take some pictures. This will be crazy gossip for the boss!”

Yeah, it would make quite the gossip.

But would I really let you get away with it?

Especially after that bastard had mocked me with the same antics? No different from that damn bastard’s lackeys.