Moteok (2)
Moteok had high expectations. Since when, I wonder? It was fun right from the first meeting. When was that first meeting? Probably during the Virtual Minecraft collab.
Truth be told, Moteok didn't want to do it. More than anyone, she lacked the courage to risk being hated. The kind of stream Moteok wanted was just... calm... something she could do for a long time. Getting tangled up with someone, causing drama—it all felt annoying and unwanted. Her corporate affiliation already brought steady viewers from pumping, and YouTube was doing great, so she had no desire to chase floating traffic for potential growth. She just wanted to maintain the status quo like this... keep streaming quietly, without issues, and fade out peacefully. That was her mindset when she joined.
Then, by chance, she met Sena. A nickname she'd never heard before. Even the chat seemed clueless about who it was. So Moteok just watched from the sidelines. Sena seemed like a total streaming newbie too. She kept mumbling with her mic on the whole time.
"I'm a Minecraft pro, you know. What do we do now? They said I'm good at Minecraft, right? Yeah? What should I do? What should everyone do? Want me to show you the diamond mining I practiced? Should I speedrun the mineshaft now? Want to see the skills that got me overseas offers?"
It was so funny that Moteok sidled up next to her. And that's how their fateful first meeting began.
Moteok searched for the Nether portal with Sena and followed along just for show. But... she forgot to turn off notifications, and one popped up. Thinking she should silence it, she clicked... and accidentally tumbled down the path of the broth.
Moteok admired Sena's courage to court hate more than anyone else's. That boldness in speaking without fearing backlash, that unyielding stubbornness, that unbreakable mental fortitude. Moteok was a streamer, hypersensitive to chat above all. She'd get pissed at scratches from chat herself, but Sena? Sena just grinned ear to ear. And said, "Chat's blowing up—awesome!" That's when Moteok fell hard. That moment stuck with her deep.
"Whoa!"
"Hi there. You're Sena, right?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, that's me. But how'd you know?"
"Just did."
Moteok grinned, but she was a bit shocked at first. Expectations and prejudices exist for a reason. From the voice alone, she'd assumed a frail, delicate girl. Vaguely cute face. But the impression was the total opposite. The biggest surprise was her height and proportions. For a girl, she was huge. And her face was proportionally tiny, making her ratio killer.
"More importantly, how tall are you? I'm 166, and you're taller than me."
"Me...? Uh... no idea?!"
"Pardon? You don't know your own height?"
Sena flashed an awkward smile. "Um... I'll measure it later."
"Let's share first impressions. I'll go first. I thought you'd be super cute, but you're not, so that was wild. What about me?"
Moteok smiled as she looked at Sena. Sena glanced back and forth between the table and Moteok before speaking.
"For real?"
"For real. Was it bad?"
"No... like, really?"
"Of course. Be totally honest. Really. I won't get mad. For real. Honest."
"Well... your boobs are huge."
"Pardon...?"
"I thought they were melons...! I'm still staring. Heehee."
Caught off guard by the blatant sexual harassment... Moteok froze in stun. Her mouth gaped open, body locked. She never imagined hearing that on a first meeting. Of course, it wasn't embarrassing or anything. Moteok knew damn well. Back in her hungry days, this had milked tons of views. It was the engine drawing viewers, the bullpen savior—and the culprit tanking streams. Either way, she milked the advantage on half-cam.
"They're insanely big. I nearly popped my eyes out staring! They'd float in a bathhouse, right?! Euhuhu."
"Whaaat?"
"You said first impressions!"
The courage to court hate—aka shamelessness—was just like on stream, leaving Moteok flustered. Most streamers are different off-camera. The ones acting mega-extroverted (E) turn introverted (I) behind the scenes, and vice versa... But this? This was new, so Moteok just stood there stunned. She never dreamed of face-to-face hardcore sexual harassment. The lines were trashy too. "Still staring." "Nearly popped my eyes." "Float in a bathhouse..." Her head spun. Brain throbbed. No clue how to pivot the situation.
"Uh... yeah..."
"Wanna hear more?"
"No."
"Gotcha... Understood."
I chatted with Moteok unnie. But I barely remember what we talked about. The only thing burned in right now is those boobs. I couldn't stop staring. I'd drill holes in them whenever I got a chance.
"What're you looking at?"
Moteok unnie glares, clearly aware of my gaze.
"Ah...!"
If I were a guy, I'd be arrested right now. Straight to jail. But I'm a girl. So I won't get nabbed, right? Euhuhu. Still, kinda unfair. Calling big things big is a crime in this world... So sad. Outrageous. This isn't harassment—it's a compliment! A compliment!! Why won't anyone get that!!
"What do you mean 'ah!'? Where exactly are you looking?"
"Gotta say it?"
"No! That's not it. Apologize."
So unfair. "Ugh... Sorry. I'll just sneak peeks from now on."
"No, try not to look."
"They're right there! That's why I'm looking!"
Since I'm a girl, no cops for sure, right? Feeling bold, I went for it. What can you do when it's in plain sight! To not look, you'd have to close your eyes.
"Okay, sometimes you look 'cause it's there, but... staring like this is the problem."
Moteok unnie stretched her neck out like someone with a turtle neck issue, eyes bulging as she stared me down. Was I doing that? Yeah, okay, that does look bad. I admit it.
"Got it. I'll hold back."
I said I wouldn't look. But physically impossible. Think about it—eyes attached, it's visible, how not to look? Best to restrain as much as possible. "Won't look" is just a white lie to defuse.
"For real? I can feel your eyes. Staring so openly. Not even sneaky... just blatant."
"Then sneaky staring's okay?"
Got it. Open staring bugs her. So I'll sneak peeks. But I can't. I stared even harder than before. Truth is, I could avoid looking. But... when will I ever see royal tits with my own eyes? Too fascinating to stop. Like spotting a rare animal. Imagine a blue dragon in Seoul's sky... you wouldn't look? Black tortoise pops up in the Han River... ignore it? Vermilion bird... white tiger... you'd look!! Inevitable. Purely natural. Moteok unnie's boobs are the Four Sacred Beasts right now. That's the vibe...!!! Zero fault on my end. Swear.
Wait... isn't this criminal mindset? "Not my fault, yours..." Yeah. Suddenly feeling like the bad guy. I don't lie well, always lived nice... and now some soft rice cake-lookin' things turn me into this? Even seem more "pure female power" than Maru unnie. Maru unnie's so kind, considerate... pretty, soft-spoken... the epitome of femininity, I thought. Maru unnie. She had high female power too, but Moteok unnie dominated in pure female power. Untouchable realm. Beyond heaven-earth gap. Like Earth to infinite universe's billions of light-years... maybe infinite. Absolute unbeatable pure female power.
"Ugh..."
I clutched my head. Ugh... seriously... over that? Disgracing my most respected Maru unnie!! Pure blood... female power... this is why. Sudden self-loathing hit, but... facts are facts? Those massive peaks are the pinnacle of female power. They are! Dead serious fact. Became a facts-obsessed nerd. More I fixate, more self-hatred grows.
"Eup..."
What're those soft choco-pie-lookin' things? Those melon blobs? Turning me into this? Sigh... hate it. Moteok unnie's fault. All her fault. Why so big!!
"Euk..."
Disappointed in myself. This is secondary victimization. Like criminals blaming victims. No... how'd I end up like this? Those huge soft rice cakes... ruined me. Snap out of it. Don't let go of reason's thread. Don't... lettin' go... Still, dormant curiosity whispers like a devil. Blunt and direct: "Wanna touch 'em once."
"Ugh... ugh..."
No sexual desire for women. I'm a woman... and no such intent. Pure curiosity. Can one hand hold that mass? Probably needs two? Wanna buy melons later, compare. Which is bigger... Honestly, most wanna try: mine are decent-sized too... wanna compare. See how tiny I am next to Moteok unnie. Others? Pointless. Mine's like college vs. middle school gap... Maru unnie and editor unnie? Don't even. They're tiny. Like, those silicone boob-growers? Yeah, that. Padding. Padding. Gotta pad max. Hell, government should mandate it. Fines for no-padding... That small. No surgery though. Confucian mindset... only if medically necessary. No knives otherwise. When lil' bro (formerly sis) wanted double-eyelid surgery... I opposed hard. How dare you mess up parents' gift body like that? Parents were shocked. I blocked it. Hehe. Anyway, theirs combined probably less fat than Moteok unnie's by double... maybe 10x, 100x heavier. This isn't "sexual harassment". It's a fact.