It Was Supposed to Be an Economics Channel

It was supposed to be an economics YouTube channel.

Becoming a star.

That could produce results a little different from what one expected.

"I hear Sora's YouTube is doing well?"

"……."

"Did you flash your tits and shake your ass or something? How does this even make sense?"

"N-No, I did not?!"

The girl who'd been lying there like a corpse flared up at once. Then, as if the strength had drained out of her, she went limp on the bed again.

"I haven't done that yet, I haven't……."

And she muttered something whose meaning was hard to pin down. Apparently she'd been through all kinds of trouble.

I know that well enough myself.

Sora's YouTube. He hadn't been able to just sit back and watch, so he'd given her all sorts of advice. As a result, he'd steered her in a constructive direction. That was the secret behind the channel's explosive growth.

Subscribers had already broken ten thousand. The view counts were absurd for a rookie YouTuber.

"It's going well. What's the problem?"

"Everything is the problem."

"From where I'm sitting, you're the perfect specimen of a camgirl."

"#$^!#@#%@!"

Sora still didn't seem to have processed any of it. She buried her face like she wanted to crawl into a mouse hole.

He eased himself down beside her. Then he reached out and casually fondled his subsidiary company — the one in which he held equity.

"The viewers seemed to love it."

"Ah!"

"My tits."

Her breasts. An explosive mass of flesh that wouldn't even fit in a single hand.

When you go around flaunting something like that…

Getting found out had been inevitable. Sora, completely absorbed in YouTube, simply hadn't noticed.

"It's all your fault, sunbae."

"Mine?"

"Yes. This all happened because of you."

She wanted to escape reality. She pouted her lips and threw a little tantrum.

Look at her being cute.

She wanted someone — anyone — to blame. He listened to the complaints of a junior whose body had grown up while her mind was still catching up.

"If it weren't for you, sunbae, it never would've spread all over YouTube."

"Hankuk University Boob Girl?"

"Yes, that!"

An old story. A video from a year ago had been one of the pieces of evidence. The incident that turned Sora's chest into a nationwide star.

Back then I had no idea she was this much of a ditz.

She'd been the model-student type. She'd matched him word for word, never giving an inch. Then at some point she'd become a complete airhead. Her personality, once you got to know it, was full of childish little quirks.

"You were the one who did the news interview."

"……That's true."

"And you even snuck off to a sector study behind Oppa's back."

"I went purely to study, okay?!"

Her face looked grown-up. Her figure was pure milf material. The sex appeal packed into that body did not belong to a woman in her twenties.

But her personality is pure softie.

Tease her even a little and she threw a fit. He squeezed her cute breasts hard, and a lewd little moan slipped out of her. She'd learned properly how to feel it, too. Just playing with her chest like this would be enough to watch her come completely undone.

"My chest getting bigger is your fault too, sunbae."

"They were always big."

"After you kept groping them, my bras stopped fitting, okay?"

She still wasn't there yet. She couldn't control the sex appeal and charm leaking out of her own body.

Seriously, those tits are just ridiculously huge.

Firm. Beautifully shaped. A pair of udders he could fondle all day without getting bored. Lately she'd even started working on her figure, and the lines had refined themselves. At this point it was getting hard to tell whether she was Sora or Aoi Sora.

"What about the ones I bought you on the trip?"

"Those…… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm wearing them gratefully."

"So that means I can touch more, right?"

"Kyaa!"

Even if he wiped the data from Sora's head and worked her as a sex slave, it'd still be a net gain. She had grown up obscenely well.

With tits like these, of course they stand out.

The videos uploaded to YouTube. Even without those, it would only have been a matter of time. You couldn't ignore collective intelligence. Finding one person was nothing to them.

Smack.

Smack.

He left kiss marks along the nape of Sora's neck. He licked her flushed earlobe like ice cream.

"I'm drowning in worries and you're just messing around again."

"I'm not messing around."

"I can't even show my face anymore."

Even so, her mood still hadn't improved. She was taking the YouTube incident quite seriously.

Anyone watching would think she'd gotten caught doing nude streams.

Such a virgin way of thinking. It was nothing, and yet she alone was fretting herself sick over it.

"So what's the actual problem?"

"It's mortifying in front of my friends."

"Because your chest is too big?"

"No — the exposure!"

The reason was that she'd worn slightly revealing outfits. Given her usual model-student image, it was understandable enough.

She's going to end up doing all of it eventually anyway.

Not using this filthy body would be a waste. The time for Sora to grow up was approaching.

"It wasn't even that bad."

"Still……."

"Still what?"

"It's not an economics channel at all — it looks completely like…… a camgirl channel."

A worry that barely deserved the name. For Sora, though, it was a value system she'd maintained for a long time. She didn't want to be judged on her looks. From the first time they'd met, she'd built walls between herself and everyone around her.

"So what if it does?"

"What do you mean, so what?!"

"Can't the order change a little?"

"?!"

As an individual, that was fine. But once you aimed to be an influencer—

Accessibility is a critical factor too.

Economics wasn't an easy field. Most people lived their whole lives with walls up around it. Tearing those walls down was worthwhile work in its own right. And Sora had the talent for it.

"That's how studying works, right? Interest comes first, and then maybe you actually do it later."

"Mm……."

"So use this filthy body of yours to pull in subscribers."

"Hey."

Just shaking her chest was already a form of solicitation. If she grew further as a broadcaster—

She'd more than hold her own on a global scale.

An East Asian body that somehow didn't look East Asian. And she was still only twenty-one, still developing. The plump flesh of her breasts was firming up. From here on she'd only grow slimmer and prettier.

"Then Oppa might start wanting to fuck Sora too."

"W-What are you suddenly talking about?!"

"Hmm? You said you wanted to get fucked."

He could barely hold himself back from devouring her as it was. Honestly, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right now, he wanted to make her his woman.

If it weren't for the M&A, that is.

Handing over more than thirty percent equity was still too much. That left two options. One was to reduce the stake he'd transfer. The other was for her to become a company worth acquiring.

He pressed his fingertips into Sora's lower belly. She'd been working on her figure lately, but still—

"No ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠abs, huh? Just cute belly fat."

"Wait, wait a second!"

"What? I'm only touching your stomach."

She still had a long way to go. The moment he played with her belly, she twisted her thighs together and fidgeted restlessly.

A virgin, daring to try and seduce someone.

He seized her breasts hard as well. He'd only tormented her for a moment, and already she was trembling all over, sobbing through her whole body.

"Haa…… haa…… haa……."

Defeat. The same Sora who'd acted like she knew everything after a little cock-fondling had been completely knocked out.

She's seriously ridiculously sensitive.

If he developed her properly, he could make her unable to live without his cock.

"If you want Oppa to fuck you, try getting a little sexier."

"Uu……."

"If you finish just from a little touching, there's no fun in fucking you."

"Ah! Aang♡"

She'd been full of herself this whole time. He taught her body, thoroughly, that she was a female animal.

Once she starts broadcasting, she'll figure it out whether she wants to or not.

It was time for Sora to stop playing the brat.

Hankuk University, Department of Economics.

"I heard Sora's doing YouTube?"

"No way! Sora?"

Lately an unbelievable rumor had been circulating. Given who the person in question was, the ripple effects were enormous. Top of the class of '17. The image of Sora as the model student among model students had been firmly fixed in place—

"I can't believe it."

"It's real, I'm telling you. Just look."

"What is it, what's the channel name?"

—and that same girl was doing YouTube. In an appearance no one could have imagined from her usual self, no less.

"Ooooh……!"

The male students' reactions exploded. A girl they'd considered it an honor just to glimpse from a few steps away — now they could appreciate her in casual clothes through YouTube videos. And in a plunging, sexy outfit at that.

"Sora?"

"What kind of wind is this……."

"Sora was never the type to do something like this."

The female students' reactions were more skeptical. Sora was extremely popular among the women in the economics department. Girl crush. Tall, cool-looking. She spoke so sharply that even upperclassmen didn't mess with her lightly. She was especially the natural enemy of that psycho. In lecture halls she'd gone head-to-head with him more than a few times, keeping him in check.

"She's been hanging around that sunbae lately……."

"Did she catch it?"

"That sunbae is a total virus."

But recently things had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been going the opposite direction. Hanging around Chan-uk, her image had been gradually changing. YouTube was the finishing blow. Word started going around that she was no longer the Sora people used to know.

"Still, it's a relief, right?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"The TA unnie has been keeping a solid eye on things these days."

Someone else had also appeared. The newly arrived microeconomics teaching assistant had become the center of attention. Striking looks. A refined face that drew people in regardless of East or West. Her academic credentials were formidable too — so much so that no one could figure out why she'd come all the way to Korea to study.

"TA unnie!"

"Where are you going? What are you up to?"

"The professor gave me something to do……."

"Again?"

"You're always so busy. Do you have time this weekend? We're going clothes shopping!"

They wanted to get close to her. But for Rachel, that was precisely what became a wall. She didn't know how to socialize with other people. More than that, she wanted to talk about the fields she actually knew well.

I told them that if they had something they wanted to say, they should come find me after lecture…

The debate with Chan-uk. Being ignored by the rare object of her interest was a painful thing.