This Isn't Rock Bottom, Right?
"Ha, haa... ahak..."
How much time had passed? 'No idea...' I had no clue when it started, but my sense of time had completely vanished. In its place, all I felt was—
Squelch. Splatter.
"Ah, ehehe..."
Grotesque sounds and my consciousness drifting far away only to snap back, with my brain cells popping like popcorn and fireworks exploding in my head.
"You, fucking cumrag... huk, haa... krrgh..."
Schlick. Squelch.
"Heh, hekk... n-now... st-stop, st-st-sto..."
"Shut the fuck up...!"
Slap.
"Heuk! It huuurts!"
My dick had long gone limp and couldn't even reach, but Ruda was still panting behind me, slapping my ass.
"Dick disease... y-you, fucking retard... feels good, huh? Huh? You don't even know how many times you've cum, do you, bitch?"
"Grrooh... d-don't knooow..."
How many times had I cum...? I couldn't remember a thing. The only vague thought that surfaced was one.
'When dick meets pussy, it feels good.'
Nothing else came to mind. My limp limbs had no strength left, just like my wilted cock, and my eyes kept rolling sideways instead of focusing ahead.
'This is all because of the missions...'
You fucking bitches. As time passed and my mind cleared since insertion was impossible, memories started trickling back one by one. From the moment Ruda got properly pissed and started moving on her own, the chat had heated up. By the time I'd cum twice and viewers caught on to the concept, the missions started pouring in.
And so on. Every single one was so depraved it was hard to believe they came from sane minds—enough to make my skin crawl thinking there might be actual criminals among the viewers. But—
'How much is that worth...'
The concept sex that only I knew about had barely been going an hour, and the rough total from cleared missions was already over 5 million won. If I got my 30% cut as per the contract with her...
'1.5 million won.'
An insane amount. And that wasn't all.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
From the moment Ruda started instinctively bucking her hips, the mission alerts had been nonstop—
"Heh, heheh... hihihihi..."
I couldn't help but laugh too. After getting fucked senseless for hours, we were back to now.
"Huk, huk..."
"Ha, hek, hrrgh..."
Me and Ruda, gasping ragged breaths in front of the cam.
"F-fuck... that was brutal."
She was coming back to her senses too, feeling nothing down there anymore.
"T-today's... huk, haa... stream... ends here..."
With that, the red light on the cam vanished, signaling the end of the broadcast.
And then—
"Hey... if someone's treating you with manners, you should act with manners too... got it?"
Her breathing was still uneven, but her voice was thick with anger as she continued.
"I was just gonna fake it, but you started it first, and..."
I could guess her intent without hearing the rest, but I didn't have the strength to speak, so I just listened.
"This happened because you provoked it... so if you're thinking of blaming me—"
But.
"Y-you... did pretty well, though?"
"Huh?"
As expected... she couldn't manage her expression.
'Well, viewers or Ruda...'
One side probably thought it was a rape concept, so no issue... but
'She thinks she raped me.'
I started it, and it was broadcast, but to anyone watching, it looked like a woman forcibly pinning down a guy under the guise of missions...
'She's worried about getting reported.'
Rape charges would tank her image, guilty or not. So, 'No misunderstandings in a business relationship.'
Whoosh. Just sitting up took every ounce of strength left in me.
"First time, right—?"
I glanced down at the bloodstains on my utterly drained dick and said,
"You were amazing."
"...What the hell are you saying?"
"Exactly what I said. Hup..."
Click. Clack.
I slipped out from under her still-conflicted expression, grabbed the mouse, and checked today's earnings.
"...Th-this—"
Even skimming it, an absurd amount.
"What the fuck is all this...?"
Her pupils shook violently at the unimaginable numbers.
"What else?"
I turned proudly and grinned.
"Today's earnings."
"This isn't manipulated?"
"Manipulate it and I'm done for."
I couldn't even if I wanted to.
"...O-one, ten, hundred... million..."
Ruda squinted, counting the digits—
"...H-hundred... 800 million?!"
"More like high 700s."
Unlike the channel owner whose eyes were bulging, my calm reaction was just exhaustion. Even I couldn't process over 200k falling into my lap in one day.
"...H-how...?"
"The concept."
I had to explain the impossible revenue.
"You told me. Dopamine..."
"...Yeah...?"
"So I delivered."
A massive one, at that.
"Max stimulation without breaking platform rules..."
That should do it—
"Not rock bottom, right?"
"Ha, haha... rock bottom? As if..."
Whether from the cam being off or no arrest worries, Ruda flopped naked and sticky with fluids and oil onto the sofa.
"Haa—"
A brief sigh, then the quiet tick of the wall clock.
"This is a huge hit..."
Her relieved, drained voice finally emerged.
*That night, an inflammatory post went up in an internet community gallery.*
Saw Ruda's stream today? This masked pretty boy Hido was the guest, and they legit fucked like a full porn flick...
Even pro rape-concept pornos can't compete.
The post blew up with attention in no time—
"Hng..."
In a pitch-black room, a woman wearing nothing stared at the screen.
"That's the one?"
A low, husky voice. Her purple eyes, glowing eerily in the monitor's light, curved into a smile.
"Pretty eyes, flawless skin..."
Swipe. Her finger trailed lewdly over the screen.
"Too lovable..."
Slurp. A glistening scarlet tongue flicked between her lips,
"Hmm... should I take him?"
With him, anything would be fun...
"I could make you feel even better."
Gentler, more intimate and tender than Ruda...
"Starting from the neck... haa..."
Swipe. Her hand slid from the screen to her own nape.
'Slowly. Enough to heat up—'
"Ahn... ahnng..."
The motion started at her neck and drifted lower,
"Ooh, oo, haak..."
Lower. Lower. Even lower, and
Slick.
The instant it touched her precious, secret spot—
Squelch.
"Urk—!"
With a lewd, sticky sound, slender fingers parted the slit and plunged in.
Squelch. Squish.
"Kihik, ogogok..."
The chair tipped back, and she writhed as if about to pass out.
"M-me... urgh, hiiit... th-that, that cock, ahuk..."
Creeeak. Creak.
As her hand moved faster, the chair screamed, and hot breaths and moans burst from her lips.
"Haa, haa..."
Her body convulsed in a wave of climax.
She turned back to the screen.
"I... I can stroke you so much kinder, Hido..."
Swipe. Squeeze.
"Ugut..."
Her trembling hand gripped her ample breast.
Knead. Grope.
"Driving me crazy... haa, can't take it."
Meeting in person is best...
'Wait for me...'
My beloved Hido.
*
"That's it for today's stream~ See you tomorrow, noonas~"
A few days after the second collab with Ruda.
Since that day—
"Ahaha. White panties show the silhouette after I jerk off, so no... anyway, muah~"
My streams had changed in a few ways.
One, my resistance to showing ugly sides on stream was fading.
The other—
"Oho... even more today?"
Viewers had exploded.
'No wonder the chat's hard to read.'
Started with under ten. After first collab, decent bump. After this one, straight up to over 100.
'Ruda said hers skyrocketed too the other day...'
At first I rode her coattails, now she's begging for the next collab saying she's benefiting from me.
Plus—
"Wonder what messages today..."
Besides Ruda, collab invites from other streamers kept coming.
From worrying about daily meals to picking hosts at will—I'd grown that much.
"Heeey... faster than I thought?"
The astronomical penalty from the agency felt clearable in a year; my lips curled up on their own.
"Lemme see... which host...?"
Scrolling messages—Ruda's there too.
But 'Too much Ruda and rumors start.'
Dating, tasted her pussy, blah blah... bad for a growing solo streamer with no easy fix.
'Prevent it from the start.'
Learned my lesson hard.
So, this time's pick—
"This one's good."