The Real Ugeol Begins!
After deciding to do ugeol content together with Jiwu for real, I signed the contract and heard a few precautions.
One was about how we'd address each other.
"From now on, we have to call each other 'honey'."
"Honey...?"
Doesn't it usually start with calling ourselves something like 'me' or whatever...? It felt a bit off from what I knew, but—
"You said you wanted to make it real."
She'd mentioned before that she wanted to show the viewers something genuine, not just scripted, so I brushed it off without much thought.
But—
"We'll use my place as the main filming location. The cams will run almost 24/7, except for off-days and sleep."
The location and cam runtime. That was the unexpected landmine.
"I-is that how it works...?"
"Of course."
I couldn't hide my shock at her words. And the reason was—
"That wasn't in the contract..."
It definitely wasn't in the contract I'd read. And no, I hadn't skimmed it.
I read it carefully, for sure.
I'd been burned once with Ruda's contract, so I'd gone over it meticulously this time.
"It's right there in the contract. Hehe..."
It was? As I questioned her, Jiwu flashed a meaningful smile, her purple eyes glinting mysteriously.
"See here?"
She flicked her finger.
"..."
[The guest must properly comply with any requirements demanded by the host for the host's broadcast.]
Damn.
I'd thought I knew better after Ruda's contract. I'd learned my lesson the hard way—getting groped all over, teetering between fear and pleasure. I'd steeled myself and skimmed past that clause this time.
But I never expected the cams to run all day!
And the filming location was her house. In other words, the clause I'd painstakingly revised with Ruda meant nothing now.
Of course, she'd honor off-days and sleep... but given the nature of ugeol content, I figured maybe twice a week at most. That was probably my limit for freedom.
If Jiwu adds more schedules, even that's gone.
The thought hit me like a wave of anxiety. The contract was already signed—no backing out now.
And that wasn't all.
"Ugh."
Another issue followed right on its heels.
Of all things, the term isn't date-based...
The ugeol ends when revenue from this content falls below a certain level. That grabs me by the ankles too.
I'm screwed...
My plan to squeeze every drop from ugeol—mixing in sex while protecting my privacy as much as possible—was derailed big time.
"Something wrong?"
My expression must've looked serious, because Jiwu asked casually.
"N-no, nothing..."
"Right? I put a lot of thought into that contract."
"Haha..."
All I could do was laugh.
I should've been more careful.
If only I'd photographed it and reviewed with Ruda—
Hah.
No use crying over it now.
"No issues? Then let's start, honey."
Feels like it already has...
No choice now.
"No problems at all."
Stick to the concept and rake in the cash—that's all I could do.
"My love."
The next day after signing the contract.
"Come in, honey."
"O-okay... Coming in, honey..."
I headed to Jiwu's apartment for the full-on broadcast. Calling her "honey" still felt awkward as hell, but I glanced past her at the interior.
Whoa.
For a single woman's place, it was spacious... and spotless?
Against expectations, it was a near-new apartment, with pristine interiors and furniture all neatly arranged. Ruda's place was tidy enough, but this was next level.
And those cams...
Ceiling, walls—every blind spot covered in cameras. No privacy whatsoever; it barely felt livable. I was speechless for a moment—
"Wow..."
But Jiwu, who'd come to greet me at the door with her gray bob tied in a ponytail, was just as shocking as the setup.
Real bodies like that exist...
Her curvaceous figure shone through a white camisole dress, black underwear subtly visible underneath, demanding my gaze.
"Hehe, wanna do it once before the broadcast?"
"What?!"
I'd stared too openly without realizing, and she approached with a faint blush.
"Staring at my breasts like that with such hot eyes... it turns me on."
"N-no, that's not—"
She's crazy... who gets excited just from being looked at?!
She sidled closer.
"Hah, hah... Wanna touch?"
"Whaaat?!"
For real?! Jiwu backed me against the wall, proudly thrusting out those violently voluptuous assets. Her half-lidded eyes, flushed face, heavy breathing...
"U-um, Jiwu... I mean, honey...? W-wait just a sec..."
This is dangerous.
"Honeyyy... my Hido..."
She closed in like she was ready to devour me right then.
Thud.
"Eek!"
Pinned to the wall, shoulders gripped—I couldn't move.
"You have no idea how much I want you..."
"B-but the broadcast hasn't started yet—"
The thought of free pussy before earning any cash filled me with dread. That's when—
"You're right. It's before the broadcast~"
She spun away gracefully.
"...?"
What the—? She'd been all over me a second ago, but now she smiled thinly.
"Just loosening you up. Don't worry."
"H-haha..."
Loosening? Who loosens tension like this?
It was so absurd, I let out a hollow laugh. Then—
"But..."
Her eyes slid downward slyly.
"Looks like one spot's still tense."
"Huh? Where...? Oh!"
Damn it...
I'm hard.
Even for a guy, I can't hide everything. Honestly, no helping it. A bombshell like her shoving those massive tits in my face? No reaction would be weirder.
Men hide their lust, not lack it.
Problem was how obvious it showed.
"Broadcast starts in an hour. Outfits are prepped inside—change and come out."
"O-okay..."
I snapped out of it at her voice, glaring down at my raging boner, then hurried to prep for the stream.
"Honey~ All dressed?"
"Yeah, put on the prepared outfit."
"Come to the room then~"
"Coming—"
Following her sweetly coaxing voice after changing, I headed to the broadcast room and checked my outfit again.
Just a plain robe...
Unexpected? Ruda was all about exposure—skimpy, revealing stuff seemed the Kkamang TV norm. But Jiwu's pick was a standard bathrobe. Harmless so far—
But of course, naked underneath.
A breeze from below confirmed it. At least my fate was somewhat predictable now.
"My honey... no plans to take off the mask, right?"
"...Yeah."
Entering the room, Jiwu—legs crossed in the same outfit, sitting before the screen—eyed me up and down.
"You'd look even prettier without it..."
"H-haha... No way."
Her voice dripped regret. But this was non-negotiable. The privacy clause existed for this exact reason.
"Can't be helped then. If you say no."
I'd braced for nagging, but she backed off surprisingly easy. Then she outlined today's broadcast.
"First day, so nothing big. Greet the viewers, quick Q&A—"
She gestured.
"Eek."
Her fingertip grazed my glans mid-sentence.
"First night."
"...?"
"We'll consummate for the very first time on my stream."
Consummate, huh. Got it.
Let's make it real...
I didn't know why she obsessed over "real," but she clearly needed the money bad too.
"Understood."
"And—"
Without pause, she continued.
"We nailed 'honey,' but mix in 'baby,' 'self,' whatever."
"Ah, got it."
Relief. I'd worried it'd be honey-only—super awkward—
"Personally, I prefer 'honey.' Hon. Ey."
"......"
Just stick to honey then.
"Anyway."
Ignoring my reaction, she kept her pace.
"You know the first step sets everything, right?"
"Absolutely."
I knew too well. My past desperation to debut had tripped me up, twisting my life.
Not that I did great, but thinking of that shattered dream right before debut... I'd grab the CEO's pant leg in my sleep.
I knew the stakes of a strong start bone-deep.
That's why—
"I'll give it my all."
Make this content a hit, earn cash. Get my life back on track.
But—
"Pfft."
Unlike my resolve, Jiwu let out a small laugh.
"Between us, no need to try hard."
"What do you...?"
Right before our big collab stream, she drops that? I had no clue what she meant at first.
"Because—"
Her follow-up words awakened the passion I'd buried deep—for my fans.
"Your existence alone is more than enough."