Chapter 65
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Fap Material, and Sister's Crisis
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Ji-ming's stream had been more successful than anyone could have hoped.
Before long, Ji-ming had risen to become a full-fledged "major corporation" among AmericaTV's virtual streamers.
Even after the broadcast ended, viewers clipped her cute antics and special moments, posting them to communities and diving headfirst into fervent fandom.
The AmericaTV Gallery, in particular, was abuzz with awe at Ji-ming's success, marveling once again at the "Coin King's eye for talent."
Coin King's Jewel Box is legit reliable fr lol
Every streamer Coin King picks just blows up, no exceptions.
There's gotta be some special story behind Coin King's picks, right?
Coin King only goes for streamers with real stories.
Seeing Ji-ming succeed proves stories are key.
Just like that, the nickname "Coin King's Jewel Box" spread naturally, and viewers came to believe that any streamer picked by Coin King was guaranteed to skyrocket.
Meanwhile, Ye-ji, who had been on a long hiatus, was checking Coin King-related news every single day.
That day, too, she stumbled upon posts about Ji-ming in the AmericaTV Gallery and spotted the phrase "Coin King's Jewel Box." Her heart sank.
"Virtual? And a total newbie streamer... already blowing up?"
Ye-ji couldn't hide her anxiety and unease at the fact that Coin King had supported and succeeded with another streamer during her break.
A whirlwind of complex emotions swirled in her mind.
'Maybe I took too long off... and Oppa Coin King's heart has moved on...'
Ye-ji wasn't sure if Coin King would return to her stream when she came back.
The fear that his heart might have fully shifted to someone else—that she might never stream as comfortably as before—began to weigh on her.
With trembling hands, Ye-ji picked up her phone and stared at Coin King's profile.
'What do I do... Should I message him first? Would that be too pushy...?'
She agonized, frozen, just staring at her phone.
Realizing that the massive luck and success she'd enjoyed were all thanks to Coin King, Ye-ji felt serious anxiety for the first time.
Right as Ye-ji was staring blankly at their chat in her unease, a message from Coin King popped up—as if he'd read her mind.
「Ye-ji, when are you coming back?」
That short, simple sentence brought a radiant smile to Ye-ji's face.
The anxiety filling her heart vanished in an instant, like a lie.
Her chest swelling with emotion, Ye-ji typed back quickly, her spirits lifted.
「Thinking of returning in two days, Oppa~」
Moments later, Jin-seong replied.
「Yeah, see you in two days.」
Ye-ji let out a sigh of relief. 'Phew... Thank goodness.' She muttered to herself, setting down her mental burden.
Her mood soaring, Ye-ji hurriedly checked her streaming gear.
The new high-end webcam she'd ordered, perfectly adjusted lighting, and premium mic for better video and audio quality.
All investments from her earnings, poured back in without restraint.
Setting everything up meticulously, Ye-ji buzzed with excitement at the thought of streaming again.
With perfect prep done, she felt confident she'd return even more impressively in two days.
Once finished, Ye-ji lay on her bed and pulled out her phone.
The chat with Jin-seong was still open on the screen.
She wondered every day what kind of person could make her feel this good.
And so, Ye-ji once again fantasized about Jin-seong like an addiction, using it as fuel to masturbate.
In truth, Ye-ji had a high sex drive.
She'd discovered masturbation young and made it a habit to relieve stress that way.
Coin King was perfect fantasy fodder.
As a kid, she'd imagine sex with favorite celebrities, but now it was solely Coin King—whose face she didn't even know—imagining her desired mood, voice, body, pounding her roughly as she shook her arm furiously to satisfy her urges.
"Ah... Ah... Oppa... Oppa..."
"Hah... Hah... Oppa, choke me... Ahh... Cum inside me, Oppa...!!!"
—Splash, splash.
The wet sounds echoed as Ye-ji's moans grew intense.
In truth, Ye-ji had fantasies of forceful sex.
Being pinned down helplessly by sheer strength, her head gripped and forced onto a cock relentlessly until she couldn't breathe—that was her sex fantasy.
Breath play, like choking, was a huge turn-on.
Once she finished, only her ragged breaths filled the room.
"Haa... Haa..."
Ye-ji breathed with a satisfied, lewd expression, tongue slightly out. Her flushed body, sweat, and the soaked sheets showed just how satisfied she'd been.
Having satisfied herself today as usual fantasizing about Coin King Oppa, Ye-ji drifted off with increasingly naughty thoughts: her growing sexual desire for Coin King Oppa, wondering if he knew how slutty she was, how badly she wanted him to fuck her.
Unbeknownst to him, Jin-seong—now Ye-ji's fap material—showered and admired his increasingly toned belly from diligent workouts.
"Hmm... Lost a ton of fat, and muscles are shaping up nicely now."
Alone at home, he wandered naked post-shower, not bothering with underwear.
Heading to the living room, he grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge and chugged it.
A cool drink after exercise always hit the spot.
Just then, his phone on the table rang.
Glancing at the screen, he saw his sister 'Kim Na-young.' Jin-seong picked up with a puzzled look.
"Hey, Na-young. What's up?"
But within seconds, Jin-seong's expression hardened.
Listening to his sister, shock and tension mixed on his face.
"Got it. I'll be right there. Don't worry, just wait."
Ending the call abruptly, Jin-seong rushed to his room.
Moving with uncharacteristic haste, he threw on a black t-shirt, comfy training pants, and a cap.
He prepared so quickly it was a blur and bolted out the front door.
His face as he left was far from normal.
After his sister's call signaling something serious, there was no trace of his usual relaxed vibe in his hurried departure.
Jin-seong sped to his sister's workplace in Suseong-gu, screeching to a halt in front of the cafe.
He flung open the car door and stormed inside.
The sight inside flipped his switch.
Pushing through the glass door, he spotted his sister Na-young—pale, sweating bullets, slumped in a cafe chair.
Staff hovered around her worriedly, while a furious woman in her early 40s pointed and yelled right in her face.
"This is unbelievable! My kid's arm is bleeding, and your staff doesn't apologize—instead, she talks back to a customer? What kind of place is this?"
The woman's face was beet red as she kept jabbing her finger, berating Na-young and the staff.
Other customers gawked or looked displeased.
The incident had started simply enough.
Na-young, the cafe manager, left her firstborn with their parents to work.
At three months pregnant, she could still move fine, and after years at the cafe, her tight-knit staff relations made working more fulfilling than sitting home.
She planned to keep going until her body got heavy.
That day, Na-young arrived early, assigned tasks smoothly, managed part-timer schedules meticulously, and kicked off the day.
Her cafe in Daegu's upscale Suseong-gu area never lacked customers.
The owner trusted her diligence and skills, leaving everything to her and rarely showing up.
It was just past lunch rush.
The door opened, and in walked a woman in her early 40s with an elementary school-aged kid.
Na-young, covering the counter during a shift overlap, greeted them with her usual smile.
"Welcome~ How can I help you?"
The woman was on her phone.
Na-young took the order, prepped coffee and a slice of cake. The woman stayed glued to her call.
"Enjoy."
Na-young served with a kind smile, but the woman ignored her, still talking.
Soon, bored, the kid left the table, running and yelling noisily around the cafe.
Other customers frowned at the kid and complained to staff. Na-young approached the mom, concerned for the child's safety.
"Ma'am, sorry, but the kid might get hurt running around. Could you keep an eye...?"
Right then, the kid charged and crashed into Na-young, tumbling down.
A thud, and the kid burst into tears.
The mom finally hung up, rushed over, lifted the kid, and yelled.
"Oh no, baby, what's wrong? You okay? What happened?"
The kid sniffled to mom.
"I bumped into that sister and fell..."
Blood trickled from the kid's elbow.
Na-young panicked but grabbed tissues, wiped it, and cooed worriedly.
"Does it hurt bad? You okay? Sorry, sis didn't mean to."
But the mom unleashed a shrill tirade.
"What are you doing?! Watch where you're going—if you're staff, don't injure kids!"
Na-young was stunned and incredulous. The mom had been neglecting the kid.
Na-young stood her ground.
"Ma'am, it wasn't on purpose—the kid was running and bumped me. You should've watched a bit closer."
The woman exploded further.
"How dare a staff member sass a customer! Are you the owner? Get the owner!"
Her shouting stirred the cafe; some customers started filming.
Staff sensed the gravity, stepping forward protectively around Na-young.
As tensions peaked, the mom shoved Na-young in rage.
"Out of my way!"
The sudden push sent Na-young crashing back into a table, collapsing.
"Agh!"
Staff rushed to help her into a chair amid her scream.
Na-young's face went ashen; she clutched her belly in agony.
Staff fretted over her, but the mom kept raging.
"Stop overreacting—what about my kid? Take responsibility now!"
Pain mixed with injustice and tears for Na-young.
Finally, she called her brother Jin-seong desperately.
"Oppa... come quick... my stomach hurts so bad..."
After hanging up, Na-young gripped her belly, tears flowing, praying for her brother to hurry.