06/29/2026 Karina - AI Writing is Bad x IBTP

“He’s drilling my ass— ahngh– no, I can’t play with my ass right now, hmm, let me look for another one.”

“Is his dick really that big to rearrange my insides? Ahhng– now I’m curious if it’s real hmm…”

“He’s sucking my tits like a fucking suction– oh god… ahngh– I wonder how it feels if my breast got sucked big time– will he play with my nipple? God! Just thinking about it makes me burn hot– Aahhhg.”

Outside the KBS station, there’s a white van parked alone. Inside it, a woman is playing with her cunt like a controller, flicking her clit like a joystick. She’s not just masturbating; she’s reading. That girl is Karina, and she’s reading smuts, not just any smut; she specifically reads works about her.

“The fuck!” She turned her phone off and kicked her feet in annoyance. Her kicks were quite restricted since her pants were on her knees. She was playing with her cunt and panties on.

“All these works are great, but they’re now worthless… I already read all of it.” But it’s not the reason why she’s mad: “I can’t cum on re-reading stories about me; there’s no thrill anymore.” The main reason is that she can’t cum.

“No matter how much I play with my clit… I even put two fingers in, hit my spot, and yet, useless!” She picked her pants up, buttoned them, and turned her phone once again.

Karina started scrolling through her favorite authors, looking for updates and tags.

“Yujin… Wonyoung… Ryujin… Gaeul… where am I!?” Her anger skyrocketed. “Why is no one writing about me now? Did they not enjoy the pictures I posted?” She added.

Karina has her own ways to enjoy smuts, one of which is to be the inspiration for the authors. She frequently posts deep pit cleavages, see-through shirts, and loves showcasing her thighs. Karina knew what she had, and she was aware that it drove them crazy and wildens their imagination.

“If I could only post my tits and pussy for them.” She muttered, still looking for any newly written works about her.

“Commissions? So can I pay them to make a fic for me?” She considered paying thousands on all of her favorite authors. “How about 100k words of destroying my face and pussy? And another 30k for my ass?” She trembled in excitement at her own words.

“...”

“Hello… Proudspring… I would like to pay for a commission…” Karina hits send. “I would like to—” She’s about to send her terms and plot when the author responds.

“I don’t take commission.”

“Fuck you.” She quietly cursed, moving to different authors she likes, but before that, she hit unfollow to proudspring.

She kept messaging authors, from degenerated authors to crack writers; every sort of writer she knew would write about her.

They replied, but there’s one thing in common.

Commissions will take one to two weeks of work.

“Fuck! But that will take a long time!” Her pussy’s itching, and she needs the smut right there, right now.

She was about to lose her mind when an author replied to her rants, “If you want smut fics right now that badly, use AI.” Then the writer blocked her.

“This fucking guy! But AI’s inconsistent! Computers always complicate things that only need a few definitions…” She stopped and started to reconsider it, “But there’s no harm, right?” She thought about it thoroughly.

“Okay, just this once, I’ll generate smut about myself this time.” She opened her browser and searched for an AI engine, and there were a lot. She checked the sites one by one, and most of them were blocked behind a paywall.

“Fucking greed, I won’t pay for some computerized shit.” She kept looking until she found a suspicious-looking AI site. The UI’s clean, with no ads blocking her screen, no timer, and no pop-up things that would redirect you to some gambling sites.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll use this one.” She navigates through the site, looking at its features, and there is everything to satisfy her curiosity.

“What the hell are these features?” She clicked one of them that said, All your wishes will cum true.

“That’s some genie shit.” She made fun of it, but she clicked on it anyway.

The interface just said, All your desires will cum into life.

“What the fuck is this? This isn’t AI Writing; this is some bullshit scamming—” She pressed the close tab, but it wasn’t closing. “The fuck?” She kept pressing, but it wasn’t closing, until a timer started to run.

5…4…3…2… and 1.

The AI Writing site goes back to its opening interface where you can generate your own story.

“Is that some kind of ad?” She’s confused about what just happened, but she ignored it; generating her own smut story is her main priority since she was incredibly horny at the time.

“Hmm, how do I start?” It’s her first time, so she doesn't know what to do. “How about the settings first…” She typed her desired settings.

“Karina…” All she ever wrote was her name in a car.

“The bright sun and its rays light up the entire Seoul, but something is burning hotter than the sun; it’s Karina’s uncontainable lust within her. She’s inside a white van which is parked in front of the KBS station, waiting for her manager's call. She’s waiting for the shoot to start so she shoots her fingers into her cunt instead—”

“WHAT THE FUCK!? Is AI really that good? Wait a minute— I didn’t set the permission to use my location… is it a coincidence?” She got scared for a moment; it was way too realistic.

She hesitated if she should continue, but she didn’t get what she wanted yet: the smut.

“Okay, what’s next…” She navigated through the bottom part where the next part should be placed.

“Karina’s too horny… she’s way too wet and can’t stop herself…” She typed the next scenario.

“Together with the hum of the cold AC is her soft hum which eventually turns into moans, her fingers dug into her pussy like a piston mechanism while her whole engine trembles in lust. She wasted no time undressing but still kept her awareness high; it’s risky, and she loves it–”

“Ahhhgn yes… hmm…” What she was doing is completely a mirror of what the AI generated. She put a finger inside of her pussy, then the second followed in just seconds. She’s gushing wet, so she decides to strip her pants down, not wanting to ruin it.

“G-god… this AI’s too good… W-what’s next…” She typed her next lines to generate while her fingers did their best to satisfy her— satisfied?

“I’m not satisfied— I need someone… like a real smut—” While typing, her drowsy eyes looked outside through the tinted van window,

She kept looking around, biting her lower lip in anticipation, and there she found… you.

IVE’s manager.

Their plaything.

“Hmm… he looks familiar…” She kept playing with her cat and thought of something crazy.

“Ughhh– shit’s too crazy lately… fucking Rei and Liz at the same time… a-a-aww my hips hurt.” You’re having a hard time walking, limping your way to your company’s car.