The Real Sex Rally
"Mm-hmm~♪"
She hummed a little tune under her breath. The fingertips applying her lipstick danced with pure delight.
Makeup's looking pretty good, right?
Yoo-min worked as a BJ on PaprikaTV. More precisely — a female cam girl. A job that paid by cooing and flirting at viewers through a lens. Looking beautiful was non-negotiable.
Cleavage pushed up nice and slutty. Skin whitened with BB cream.
She had deployed every makeup trick she knew. The girl in the mirror was so pretty even she had to admit it. On camera, she'd look even better. Viewers never knew about the camera glow — that invisible beauty filter the lens itself provided.
Click!
Click! Click!
Lights. Not one or two. She had nine of them blazing.
The really dedicated cam girls run twenty of these things.
When light bounced just right, skin came out white and flawless. The angle was her most flattering one. None of this was overkill. She wasn't a celebrity — looking pretty on stream was the whole damn job.
Yoo-min liked her work. No — honestly? It was pure honey.
"Chairman, woof woof! Isn't that greeting tip a little excessive?"
She could make money just sitting still. All she had to do was look pretty in front of a camera.
I never thought this would become an actual career.
Originally she'd planned to do it as a short side gig for one semester. She'd stumbled across a post online — high-paying, simple part-time work. Curiosity got the better of her, so she tried it. The gig was streaming as a cam girl from a pre-furnished room. It suited her far better than expected. She took a leave of absence from university and kept going for a full year. After building up her know-how, she went independent and started streaming alone.
⭐ Star Balloons: 100,892
She had become a mid-tier cam girl pulling in over a hundred thousand star balloons a month. No — lately, the numbers were even better.
"Mansu! Another thousand today? Nuna's so touched."
All thanks to Mansu. Originally he'd been a total nobody — a regular viewer who hadn't even joined the fan club. Then one day everything changed. He claimed he'd made big money and started firing off star balloons like water.
At first she'd been suspicious. Every so often some lunatic would overspend, then come crawling back demanding a refund on what they'd already tipped.
Once a fan hit hardcore status, you took them out for a meal date. On the surface it was a reward for the star balloons. The real reason was reconnaissance. There was no better way to size someone up than meeting them face to face.
If they drove a junker, she treated them like they didn't exist. Taking balloons from someone stretching beyond their means almost always ended ugly. If they drove a Benz, she cultivated the relationship. More balloons, and if they turned out to be more impressive than expected—
"Master, woof woof! Yuming is Mansu's little puppy~♪"
—then marriage was worth considering. Quit camming, become some rich guy's wife, and live large.
Mansu doesn't exactly give off that vibe, though. And who knows if crypto even counts as a stable job.
Still, treating him well back when he was a nobody had paid off. He genuinely believed she'd helped him. Called her his goddess of luck or whatever. Said she'd given him the strength to keep going, and that was why he tipped — nonsense she couldn't quite make sense of.
"Chairman~! Looking for your puppy? She's right here, woof woof!"
She wasn't cheap enough to marry someone just because she was flattered. Mansu's tips were fertilizer for even bigger balloons. Jealousy. The Chairman got stimulated. He fired off more star balloons than before and flooded her KakaoTalk with messages. Of course she'd met him in person too — a wealthy business owner running a solid company.
The age gap is a bit of a flaw, though.
She still needed to think it over. This was a life-defining decision. You couldn't be too careful.
"I'll do a dance just for the Chairman. You better watch me look pretty♡"
It was her signature content, after all. Yoo-min knew full well that most of her hardcore fans had ulterior motives. Star balloons came from those motives.
Yoo-min launched into the motorcycle dance she was most confident in — a full-body vibration routine that mimicked riding a bike, hips and waist and chest all working, never forgetting to throw in a wink. Officially it was a dance for the Chairman who'd tipped. In reality, it was bait to stoke jealousy.
"Mansu, you're not overdoing it, are you? Anyway, thank you……. Woof woof!"
The Chairman tipped, so Mansu fired back with more balloons. There were other hardcore fans, but this month's ace was Mansu. Toss him the slightest bait and he bit hard.
Does crypto really make that kind of money?
This month he'd already out-tipped the Chairman. If the crypto kept paying out, she could consider him once. Looks were a little below standard, but he listened well and was sweet. If they got married, she could lock down the upper hand completely.
"Is Chairman Oppa getting jealous? Don't be like that~ I'm both of your loyal little puppies, woof woof!"
The Chairman was fine too. She could overlook the age difference — as long as he invested heavily enough in her to make up for it.
Hell yeah! At least two hundred thousand balloons this month for sure.
The puppy act was Yoo-min's broadcast identity. A little embarrassing, sure, but the results were excellent. The moment she played puppy for one hardcore fan, the others erupted with jealousy. And just like that, a star balloon war broke out.
"Mingie is a loyal dog, so she'd really prefer just one Master……."
Cam girl work wasn't easy, but it wasn't hard either. It had a lot in common with the guy-farming she'd done in college. Scratch just enough to keep the ego intact. Treat them well every so often and the tribute came pouring in. That drew even more popularity — and reeled in potential whales waiting in the wings.
Cam streaming worked the same way. Among the silent watchers, there might be someone with even deeper pockets.
An all-time Master had arrived.
Female cam girls. The profession had always been known for making serious money.
The real explosion came after 2018, though.
They'd earned plenty before that. Just looking pretty and pulling in ten million won a month? It caused a sensation at the time. But the real thing started after 2018. Cam girls raking in hundreds of millions — even billions — started appearing. There were plenty of reasons for that.
The biggest reason was crypto. At the end of the day, someone had to be doing the tipping. What kind of idiot hands a fortune to a complete stranger?
Speak of the devil — there he is.
Easy money got spent easily. A huge number of people who struck it rich on crypto became the big spenders of PaprikaTV. And right there in the cam girl room he'd been browsing, one of them was active. The username alone screamed that he'd hit a massive crypto jackpot.
Attention you could buy with money. That was why crypto addicts who had cash and nothing else fell so hard for these streams. Especially prime prey for female cam girls — the gap in male-versus-female experience was night and day.
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Other big spenders got stimulated too. If you could spark a full star balloon war, revenue in the hundreds of millions wasn't out of reach. A profession that harvested money from suckers — that was the common reputation.
But nothing says you have to be the prey.
The relationship between a cam girl and her hardcore fans. Contrary to popular belief, the cam girl didn't always hold the reins. He'd dabbled for fun once before. And why wouldn't he? For him—
—it was pocket change. An amount worth tossing just to study PaprikaTV's business structure.
From a regular person's perspective, you'd never figure it out.
Even before the regression, he'd understood the theoretical foundation — that crypto money would flow into PaprikaTV. But theory and reality were different things. He needed to check it himself before investing.
He'd gotten a little hooked. Seducing the girl on the monitor had turned out to be more fun than expected.
You want to compete with me on firepower?
Becoming king with nothing but money — that was a thoroughly enjoyable thing.