Talent Blossoms

To become an influencer, you need all kinds of abilities.

Looks, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skill — the whole package.

You couldn't exactly claim looks didn't matter. Being handsome was obviously more advantageous than being ugly. Skill, too. The more you knew about your field, the more expertise you carried, the easier it was to earn the public's trust.

"If you watch the videos uploaded to this YouTube channel, you'll see I've always had a deep interest in stocks…"

But that wasn't everything.

Take the vacant-looking girl on screen right now, for instance.

Nothing but a stupidly huge chest.

She'd burned every nutrient that should have gone to her right brain on making her body filthy sexy instead. It was almost tragic.

She had talent. She just didn't know how to use it.

Someone needed to give her a little shove from behind.

"Thank you for the donation. Uh… uh???"

Left alone, she'd just keep droning through professor lectures forever. Someone had to liven things up.

Internet streaming.

Nothing hyped a room like money. Same principle as a hostess bar. Order the expensive bottles and the girls lose their minds.

"I remember KanchoMancho has been watching my channel for a while… is that right?"

She had zero work experience. Freshly branded with her first Ada, Sora was still pure and clueless.

The viewers, too. Scanning the chat, he could see a little noise starting up.

Fair enough.

Ex-trainee. That was how the public saw her. A few fans were putting on airs of respectability.

"Thank you so much for the one million won. What exactly would you like me to do?"

She had no idea how to handle it. For someone who'd shaken it so well when it was just the two of them—

Shake that ass like you did when you were drunk!

He couldn't say that out loud. Didn't need to.

A true whale spoke only in money.

"Another million… thank you so much. But I've never really done reactions before, so I'm not sure how…"

No flowery speeches. Just money. That hit harder.

A little discontent was easily snuffed out. People followed the strong. That was just how it worked.

It's a capitalist society.

Whoever held the money held the power. Step into the real world and you learned that sooner or later.

"A dance? Then I'll show you the choreography I did on Dream Girls!"

He steered the stream exactly where he wanted it. Or rather — not quite yet. She still had a long way to go.

Of course the model student would pull that.

As idol choreography, it might have passed. Judges would have scored it high. Sharp, synchronized group dance.

That wasn't what he wanted.

An influencer's dance had to be filthy.

"Thank you for another million! Twerking? Hold on one second. Let me look that up."

He taught her one move at a time. And in the process, he woke her up to what she really was.

A YouTube video. She watched it once, then copied it. She had a surprisingly sharp eye.

"Cocaine? I'll look that one up too."

She picked it up fast. For a first try, it was more than passing — though she probably had no idea what she was actually doing.

She was just following orders. Out of a sense of responsibility, because she'd taken the money.

That alone was enough. It pulled far more engagement out of the viewers than any professor lecture ever could.

What man hates cam-girl dancing?

The viewers who'd been playing respectable — before long they were all cheering with one heart and one mind. Of course they were. The overwhelming majority of Sora's fanbase was male.

"You really don't have to keep donating… I'll dance."

The so-called body type women claimed not to like. He'd factored that in from the start when he set this in motion.

Music poured out. Moving to the upbeat rhythm, she shook her body as if she were riding a motorcycle. Hence the motorcycle dance — a cam-girl staple, their number-one request.

But the same dance hit differently depending on who performed it.

The destructive power changed completely. A stupidly massive chest existed for moments exactly like this.

Tips should really be stuffed between the tits for the full experience.

A cam girl couldn't do that. In the end, meeting a woman in real life was always best.

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And then there were the others. The moment he kicked things off, the cattle started flooding in one by one.

How good would it be if she actually used that talent.

He was going to raise Sora into an outstanding cam girl.

Sora's stream.

She was already at the center of controversy. The mere fact that she'd gone live was more than enough to make headlines — just not quite in the way people expected.

A slightly different kind of buzz. The content of the stream had gone somewhere the audience never saw coming. One viewer lobbed a tiny ball into the air — and with an absurd flood of donations, the entire atmosphere flipped.

A little uproar was inevitable. Cam girls carried a trashy image, after all.

No — he'd been counting on it. The sight of a woman with a body that sensual dancing like a cam girl was something countless men had dreamed of. Anyone who claimed they didn't want to see it was lying.

Idols were cute, no question. They danced well, had great figures, objects of envy — but calling them a sexually attractive opposite sex was a stretch. They didn't do anything racy.

Which was exactly why what she was doing now hit so hard.

Things you could never show on network television. On a personal stream, they were more than possible. And that was worth paying for.

The eyes of every cam-room whale locked on.

"Thank you so much for the one-million-won donation. Shall I show you the motorcycle dance?"

She was famous. She was stacked. Wanting a woman like that was pure male instinct. Once she became an issue, they flocked in. Countless whales started dumping money into Sora's stream.

The stream found its groove. Sora, who'd been dazed at first, was gradually adapting.

Well… a lot of people seem to like it.

Too many donations. The pressure was real. They seemed to treat money so lightly. She just had to not think of it that way herself. Show the fans what they wanted to see.

She danced. As hard as she had when she was on broadcast. She wasn't a pro, but she worked with a pro's mindset.

Getting cut from Dream Girls — honestly, for Sora, it had been a relief. But the fans hadn't felt the same. There were people who still regretted it. They said the stream gave them vicarious satisfaction.

She was doing this with her fans in mind, and yet—

Isn't this just… being a cam girl?

She'd been a little slow on the uptake.