Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: 4. Flower Cotton Han Jiwon, the Female Cam Girl Who Hit Rock Bottom Once (31 / Internet Broadcaster)
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"Hahaha!"
After bursting into laughter, she belatedly covered her mouth.
It had been ages since she'd been to a place this upscale, so feeling her ears heat up, she asked demurely.
"Um, you really thought one balloon was just one won and paid for them all at once?"
"Yeah, I got confused."
"G-Goodness, what a mistake."
It was hilarious and absurd all at once.
On the other hand, she couldn't help but get her hopes up at how effortlessly he brushed off an 80-million-won blunder with that 1:100 exchange rate.
'How loaded must this guy be?'
The amount he'd already showered on her was enough to make her nose bleed, but hearing this only stoked her greed further.
A common, materialistic urge to get even closer to him.
"How's the food?"
"Yes! It's great. It's been so long since I've been somewhere like this."
'Truth be told, it's been over five years since my hot streak ended, so it feels even longer...'
And even though she was supposed to be treating him, the MILF Gentleman took the lead with effortless grace.
There were plenty of people who sneered at female cam girls as "balloon whores," but he had her laughing with his smooth, oily charm—like a guy on a blind date.
The more they talked, the more trustworthy and gentle he seemed.
His cheeky wit was so sharp, she almost felt bad for taking that huge sum from him.
"Oh! Your glass is empty. Here, let me pour you some."
All she could really do was refill his glass whenever it ran low.
Truth be told, being a cam girl wasn't about cracking jokes on stream—it was mostly just smiling sweetly as cash poured in from white knights.
If anything, cam girls were like underground idols.
"No, I'm good."
But the MILF Gentleman covered his wine glass with his hand.
He dabbed his lips with his napkin, brushed off his suit jacket, and met her eyes—signaling the meal was over.
"Anyway, how about we move somewhere else?"
"Huh? Move... where?"
"Food and dates go together, right?"
'? Is that how it works? I thought this was just a dinner date.'
"Besides, just sitting here isn't much fun."
Truth be told, even she—putting on a composed front—was doing a food-date with her fan club chairman for the first time.
Back when she was riding high, she didn't need setups like this. Afterward, she'd turned down anything sketchy to avoid landmines.
…
Gulp.
…
But he was the big shot who'd dropped 80 million won.
The more they talked, the more it felt like he was genuinely considerate of her—a real gentleman!
And the more she looked, the more his face was right up her alley.
So she stood up right away.
Grabbing her bag, she swept her hair behind her ear, flashed a bright smile, and played along.
"S-So, anywhere you wanna go? It's gotten dark outside already..."
She whispered it like she was hoping for it too.
If the destination was a hotel, she'd just go with the flow.
"Well... there is a place I'd like to go, if that's okay?"
"Yes! Of course! Tell me anything!
I feel like I didn't entertain you enough over dinner. Hahaha..."
She even threw in a dry laugh.
Whatever the request, she'd accept it with an open heart tonight.
Even if it meant getting closer(...)♥
And to top it off, the MILF Gentleman.
Her big shot—who'd revealed his real name as Seong Yeongung—made his request straight up.
"How about your place, then, Flower Cotton?"
"!"
They left the upscale restaurant and took a standard taxi together.
He was so considerate—a brief tussle ended with him paying for dinner, and of course, the cab fare too.
He even held the door open on the way out.
She'd come to treat him, but he was treating her like a princess instead.
'He's... such a weird guy.'
She didn't hate the feeling.
That said, bringing her home on a first meeting clearly meant that, so she was prepared.
"Ah~ So this is where you stream from."
Her home.
Inside the soundproof booth that took up an entire room.
She flicked the studio lights on and off.
He checked out the curved computer monitor too.
"Whoa, these lights are bright. Don't they blind you during streams?"
"Ahaha... You get used to it, I guess? These days, cams are good enough that I don't crank them too high."
"Heh. Got it."
He poked around her streaming setup freely.
She fidgeted, worried he'd break something, but couldn't say a word.
Her secret garden—never shown to even close friends or family—and here she was, letting a guy she just met wander in.
…
Squeeze...!
…
No helping it.
He had her leash in a death grip right now.
How could she squander this stroke of luck? She couldn't risk displeasing him even once.
She'd barely snagged this lifeline past 30—letting it slip was out of the question.
Beep!
'Huh?'
While she was lost in thought, the computer boot-up chime rang in her ears.
As the streaming PC powered on, she panicked and tried to stop him.
"Um... d-don't turn it on, Chairman."
"Yeah?"
"Ahaha... N-not in a bad way, but this is for streaming.
We're not going live right now, so no need to—"
"No, I wanna see."
"............Pardon?"
And the MILF Gentleman—Seong Yeongung—smiled.
With a childlike innocence,
"Coming here made me wanna watch you stream hard at work."
"......???"
Her face, which had been smiling to please him, froze solid.
Her brain flatlined, unsure how to react.
'What? Out of nowhere... he wants me to stream right in front of him?'
She wondered what he was thinking.
It was an outrageous demand after all his kindness.
"B-But if you're sitting there, you'll show up on cam."
"It's fine.
There's a limit to how much I'll mess with your business—I won't risk popping into frame."
She flailed, signaling it was still too much.
But her big shot wouldn't back down this time.
"It's pure fanboy curiosity. Okay with you, Flower Cotton?"
"......"
Her mind spun wildly.
She barely clung to consciousness as dizziness hit.
Conflicts raced through her head.
She agonized over how to handle this, but after coming this far—and with what he'd paid tonight—her answer was set.
"O-Of course! If... if you wanna see it, Yeongung-ssi..."
She replied like a soldier snapping to attention.
No choice—she sat at the desk, flipped on the lights, and set up like always, entranced.
[Flower Cotton] ⊙OnAir
"Hey everyone! Flower Cotton's back!"
Cotton turned it back on?
Cotton??
Our Cotton's back,
Didn't she say she had something to do earlier?
"I went out for some nice dinner after stream for once, feeling great.
But the buzz wouldn't die down after... Ah, I had a bit to drink, hehe♡"
80M means straight to Hanwoo, lololol
What'd you eat?
Date with a whale maybe?
"Come on, who jumps right back on after that? Whew... That's why I fired up the stream."
Fr lol
You're not a kid anymore, Cotton—go out, meet a guy or whatever lolol
He watched her stream from outside the monitor.
The whole room was a studio—plenty of space to stand.
Money was power, alright.
Showing up at her place unannounced, making wild demands—and she caved anyway.
Whether from the daytime payout or his constant manners, Flower Cotton was granting his every whim now.
"Ugh, stop bringing up my age and killing my booze buzz."
She handled it like a pro.
Even with the sudden demand, she streamed smoothly.
Chatting and laughing just right, sticking faithfully to his request.
Good girl.
Seeing her so obedient, he got to work.
Swoosh...
"......!"
He crouched low.
To hide behind her outfit from earlier, he pressed his belly to the gaming chair's snug desk and slithered under like a cockroach.
Pre-checked: no view from the screen.
The desk underside was a perfect blind spot.
A bit cramped for his build, but not impossibly so.
The tight space under her lower half.
Finally inside—time for tonight's content.
Something he'd always wanted while watching her streams.
Squeeze...♥
"Dinner cost a pretty pen— Eek?!"
He groped her thigh.
The streamer yelped at the sudden molestation of her flesh, but his hand grew bolder.
30s skin too thick for one hand.
In the dim under-desk shadows, he groped that sweet fruit over and over.
No warning—pure sexual assault, defiling her secret folds at will.
"Nng... N-No, just... hiccups from the booze, ahaha...♡"
Her upper body scrambled excuses.
Her lower half thrashed to escape his hand, but it was futile.
She couldn't pull away.
Getting caught like this would tank her stream.
'Fuck... molesting a streaming MILF feels insane.'
So he savored the touch freely.
Rubbed her thick thighs to his heart's content, sniffed her pussy scent greedily, then gripped down to her ankles.
Rubbing her stockinged feet, he couldn't hold back—hiked up her short skirt higher.
Twitch, twitch...♥
The more he did, the tighter she pressed her waist down.
Trembling in fear of discovery below, she held the line.
Heh.
He relished her reactions.
Sneering at her desperate bid to protect her livelihood, he pressed closer to her stockinged crotch.
Split the fabric between her legs just a bit, pressed his face to the thin white panties,
Slurp—Suuuuckkk♥
"Hiii?!"
Sucked.
Full-on inhaling and sucking her pussy mid-stream♥
Sniffing deep, licking with tongue out.
Her thighs quivered as she fought to endure.
Nose buried, sniffing and lapping—he drove her over the edge into spasms.
?
What's up with her suddenly?
Too much to drink?
Something wrong with Cotton?
"Haa, haaah...♥"
Facing a stream crisis, Flower Cotton bucked her hips below.
Her face flushed beet red, she desperately held out as her broadcaster life hung in the balance.