Does This Really Make Money?
"...Streamer Ruda?" That was the nickname of the person who'd sent me the DM. But—
'Asking me to be a guest...?'
Anyone could see I had zero talent for this kind of broadcasting and was hopelessly naive, yet here they were requesting me as a guest. Summing up the message: Appear on the stream once for a base fee of 100,000 won, and we'd split donations 70-30. Considering my three-day streaming track record, refusing that kind of money would be the weird part—
'What kind of streamer...'
Just for showing up? Suspicious. Unsettling. So I decided to scout her channel first. I had to figure out Ruda's streaming style before deciding whether to join as a guest.
The first thing I learned was that she was a woman. Next, she had a solid fixed viewer count.
"120 viewers..."
Compared to my three-day average of under ten, it was astronomical.
'What the hell kind of streams does this Ruda do?'
I couldn't help but wonder. Even a rough estimate put her viewers at over ten times mine. The stars they'd send? Unimaginable.
'Let's check it out.'
A picture's worth a thousand words. Once I tuned into Ruda's stream—
"Th-this is..."
I figured I'd get some idea. But...
"This is content?!"
I was wrong.
'This airs on a broadcast?'
My brain froze. A frail guy cradled in the arms of a pastel-pink-haired woman, slathered in oil, writhing in humiliation as she groped him everywhere—yet wearing an ecstatic expression. A bizarre scene.
His hands were even bound above his head with his own panties. This was straight-up...
'Porn.'
The only thing not exposed to the cam was his dick, but they were grinding naked against each other. And the stream just kept going like it was nothing. No—not just going.
The chat was on fire. The language was still filthy, but no outright insults mocking the streamer or telling her to drop dead. And—
Make him cum so hard it shows on cam: 7474 stars
'Insane...'
Complete that mission and get 7,000+ stars...
'At 120 won per star...'
Even after fees, roughly 740,000 won. Per the message's math—
'210,000 for me...'
Plus appearance fee: 310,000 won.
Accept mission, make him cum, suck dick, and prove with cum in mouth: 6974 stars
Ruda's hand shaking furiously off-cam. The male guest moaning in sync, falling apart. The payout? Another 700,000 won richer.
Gulp.
I knew this was crazy, but... I imagined myself in Ruda's arms, raking in 500,000 won in minutes. Spotlights gleaming, cam rolling. My panties soaked and binding me, face buried in her plump breasts, feeling her soft hands slick with oil. My delicate body shivering at the lewd trails of oil. Her hands rove like wild horses over plains, me twisting like a butterfly in a web. Hot breaths from my lips. Her mouth devours my nape like a beast. Wet tongue invades through crushed lips, ravaging me. Her fingers tease, shake, bite, suck, lick my secret spots... until I climax.
"Hah, hah..."
Was it because I'd already sold my body to survive? Or because the CEO had spread rumors calling me a slut to the world? Shockingly, imagining it brought ecstasy before disgust.
'What if...'
Just suppose... I became her regular guest? I'd clear the penalty fee in under a year.
'That guy's probably a normie.'
Or a newbie streamer like me.
'With my looks...'
I could devour guys like that.
'Pay off debt, reclaim a normal life.'
Debt gone in less than a year, real money flowing. No more basement hellhole.
'Fuck it... what's the harm?'
The fantasy of a better life was intoxicating—
'Let's do it.'
My eyes glazed over.
*
"Urgh..."
That's how I ended up at the cafe. After replying to Ruda's DM, unease hit me hard. But before it could sink in—another DM.
Surprisingly gentlemanly, nothing like the beastly filth from her stream.
'If it wasn't, I wouldn't have come...'
Hat and mask pulled low, tucked in the corner—but cafe chatter still buzzed with compensated dating scandals, idols as whores. It'd take time to die down.
In that tense quiet, nursing my iced Americano—
Ding-a-ling.
The door opened and "Hm..." A woman with pink hair in a white snapback, casually dressed, appeared.
"Ah! There you are—"
It was Ruda.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ruda."
Scrape.
"Why're you hiding in the corner like that?"
I'd raised my hand subtly since she couldn't spot me; she strode over, plopped down, grinning.
"Underground streamer—no one knows me."
"Ah... well, circumstances..."
"Hmm~."
Smooth. At "circumstances," she propped her chin, narrowing her brown eyes.
"Some people just suck at dealing with folks, y'know."
Luckily, she didn't seem to clock my identity.
"I'll go order~"
"...Sure."
As Ruda headed to order, I eyed her cautiously, gauging the vibe.
'Snapback, plain white tee, jeans...'
Her shirt was thin enough to hint at underwear, but...
'Still—'
No match for her stream persona. But
'Talking'll reveal the real her.'
I'd hustled promotions during trainee days, met plenty. Some acted like business partners upfront, then lusted after my body backstage.
'If she's like that...'
Then solo streaming's done—find something else.
"You look deep in thought?"
"Huh? Ah..."
Suddenly she was across from me.
"Streaming's tougher than it looks, right?"
"..."
"I struggled at first too, but with your lack of chat skills, even worse."
"Is that so?"
She dove right in upon sitting. I'd expected work talk, but she dissected my recent streams in detail.
"Brush off viewer comments casually."
"That okay?"
"Totally. They won't donate even if you reply perfectly."
"Oh..."
News to me. Thought I had to answer everything.
"And you're too swayed by viewers."
"Ah..."
"Though... with under ten viewers, kinda pointless advice."
"......"
True. Ignoring dumb chats only works with crowds...
'I need even those dumb chats.'
Mood crashed.
"But—"
She caught it, flashed a grin.
"You do have talent."
"Really?!"
"Yup! In this biz, gender is talent."
Gender as talent?
"Then why so few viewers?"
If true...
'I wouldn't be here.'
"Your thumbnail's the problem."
Instant critique.
"Who eats at an unappealing restaurant?"
"Ugh."
"Who hangs at a boring spot?"
"That's..."
All hits—no comeback.
"Why the mask? Scared your face'll sell out?"
She crossed arms, leaned back; chair creaked.
"Personal..."
"Then show some skin."
"B-body?!"
"Duh! Viewers crave stimulation—dopamine hits."
Duh...
'Like other guys in skimpy clothes?'
Then what's the diff from porn actors...
"—that's what you're thinking, right?"
"Yes?!"
Mind reader?
Smooth. She leaned in slow, lifted my hat slightly.
"This face hidden? Show a little collarbone and it'll explode."
"C-collarbone?"
Really?
'Just collarbone...?'
Unbelievable. Regular music shows flash more.
"Don't buy it, huh?"
"...Honestly."
"Can't be helped then."
Flutter. She pulled a paper from her small bag.
"Seeing is believing! Try it yourself."
"...Contract?"
"One-time gig contract. Guests still gotta perform."
True.
'Host flakes, I'm screwed.'
"Sign and we'll talk real business."
"Got it."
Scribble scribble.
Her confident gaze, her saying I had talent—something made me sign fast.
"Read it quick?"
"Yeah. So let's start."
"Alright then..."
I filled the signature without hesitation.
"Time to teach you properly?"