By the 13th week, Shin sat on the edge of the bed. He was holding Minako's phone in his hand. The woman watched him with dull, obedient eyes, her body trembling with constant need.
"You have so many men in your contacts," he said coldly, scrolling through the list. "Let's show them what you've become."
He positioned her on her hands and knees, then began filming. Minako felt nothing but desperate gratitude as he finally entered her. Her mind shattered into bliss as he pounded into her mercilessly, her moans filling the room.
"I'm sending this video because this is the only way this whore can get off now," Shin's voice came from behind the phone. "None of you could ever satisfy her. Not that she'd want you now. She belongs to me."
He filmed for several minutes, making sure to capture her face contorted in pleasure, her body being reformed by his absurdly huge cock. When he stopped, he tapped the screen, sending the video to every male contact she had.
