The Real Sex Rally
They lived in different worlds.
"So you usually go to school, then?"
"Yes. The professor's been flexible enough that I can manage both work and classes."
"Oh, a professor?"
Female streamers felt the same way. The woman on the monitor might look like some lofty, untouchable presence.
As if.
If she were truly that impressive, she wouldn't be streaming in the first place. It was a line of work with more than a few skeletons rattling around.
"This is a secret, though."
"Yes?"
"The professor's one of my potential clients. I've been giving him investment advice."
"Ah~ so that's why!"
She admired the image of a solid, respectable working man. Showing her that side of himself was an easy way to win her favor.
Her endgame is marrying up, after all.
She wanted a clean identity wash—while keeping her income at least as high as her streaming days, preferably higher.
"I actually got a last-minute meeting today, too."
"I see……."
"I came straight over, so I'm stuck in this stuffy outfit. Hope you'll forgive me."
"No, not at all. It suits you."
The reason he'd dressed up. Money mattered, of course, but projecting that solid, reliable image mattered more.
Dangle just a little possibility in front of her…
Affection stacked up with almost no effort. In a dating sim, it would have been the equivalent of hitting the cheat key.
"Braised abalone. Have it with the broth."
And then the food. Nothing lifted the mood quite like a delicious meal—especially one she rarely got to eat. It made her feel properly treated.
"Oh~!"
"Is it to your taste?"
"Yes—more than just 'to my taste'……."
Roughly that reaction. The method for seducing a female streamer was so refined he could have published a manual on it.
Honestly, the same logic works in the marriage market.
There were plenty of empty-headed girls out there. They fell for Korean dramas and wanted to become the heroine themselves. They waited for a prince on a white horse—never realizing that prince was already sitting right on top of their heads.
"Deep-fried tilefish. The scale texture is excellent."
"Herring isobe-maki. We got a good batch in."
"Monkfish liver. The flavor's rich, so take small bites."
She was eating with genuine delight. Desire for a world she didn't know was blooming right alongside it.
A million won per person was money well spent.
If you were going to do it at all, do it properly. He had no intention of saving today's fun for tomorrow.
"This is the best Japanese food I've ever had."
"Is that so? Glad to hear it."
"Thanks to you and your friend, Chanuk……."
"He's just here on training. His father does all the actual cooking."
They finished the meal and stepped outside. Under normal circumstances, that would have been the end of it—a meal date, nothing more.
Doesn't look like she's the one ready to leave.
Her expression said she had something she wanted to say. Cheeks flushed pink, she kept stealing glances at him.
"Still, he'll become a chef someday, right?"
"Yeah, as long as he doesn't get distracted."
"I hope that's the case next time I come……."
She wasn't even mentioning calling a taxi. She wanted more time with him.
Better to string it out a little longer.
She wouldn't think one dinner had told her everything about him. He planned to keep her on the line, watching, figuring out exactly what kind of person she was. She would try to build favor with him in return, of course.
"Do you have time, by any chance?"
"Time? I don't have any particular plans……."
"I stopped by the department store yesterday and saw a necklace that would look perfect on you, Yoo-min. It's been stuck in my head ever since."
He would clear this today. No woman in the world hated gifts.
Screech—!
Gangnam's old-world district. The same place he'd come with Hye-ri and Suhyun. He headed there to pad his purchase record while he was at it.
"What do you think?"
"Wow……."
"I think it suits you."
"I love it. Is it really okay for me to take this?"
A 2.8-million-won necklace. Among the brands that didn't look cheap, it was a solid piece. He fastened it around her neck himself. Just like on screen, her chest was pale and full.
Not on Sora's level.
Not absurdly huge, but more than enough. The large pearl settled against her cleavage. She clearly liked it herself. No one turned down a gift someone else paid for.
"How is it?"
"It's beautiful. But."
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"Now the whole outfit feels a little off."
Of course, going overboard could feel like pressure. But if that pressure was how you confirmed her feelings…
She'll just think he's buying it because he likes her.
Compared to the sum he'd dropped yesterday—three hundred thousand star balloons—this barely registered. He caught her gaze. Desire was burning bright in her pupils.
"If you're all right with it, want to pick out an outfit to match?"
"Would that really be okay?"
"I'm buying it because I want to."
He took her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Even when he squeezed firmly, she didn't pull away.
Permission granted.
The meal date had become a real date. They wandered the luxury floors together.
"Isn't this a little too low-cut?"
"You go further than this on stream."
"Aang~ that's for the broadcast!"
He gradually increased the contact. A hand settled on her waist, stroking lightly.
Soft.
The feel wasn't quite to his taste. He preferred firmer. Still, she was slim. No thick midsection—that was a pass.
"The heels really make the line pop."
"I've never worn anything this high before……."
"So what? I'll hold you up."
He tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her in. Her head tilted toward him of its own accord.
She's already wide open.
He could push further. She would probably prefer it that way.
They passed a bag boutique. Hermès. He caught the way her eyes lingered.
"Want it?"
"No, it's not that……."
"Looks like it would suit you~."
"This one's a bit expensive."
"That's exactly why you should have it. My woman needs to carry at least this much."
"My woman……."
They stepped into the Hermès store. The moment they were inside he pulled her chin up and took her mouth.
"E-excuse me, sir—"
"Hey!"
A clueless new hire tried to intervene and was immediately silenced by a senior staffer. They already knew the routine. He did roughly the same thing every time he came, so the staff had learned how to handle it.
Thud.
A curtain dropped, creating a blind spot. No one needed to see anything indecent.
Mostly because I buy the biggest ticket items, of course.
A VVVIP who padded their sales figures. When someone dropped serious money without blinking, they couldn't help but like him.
Smooch!
He liked it too. Showing off the woman he was about to claim was an exciting little event.
Playing the innocent, is she?
A light surface kiss. Plenty of men preferred the pure type, so some girls pretended they weren't good at it. He shattered the mask. One hand locked on the back of her head and drove his tongue deep.
Slurp—!
He took her all at once and the space filled; saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.
The taste is… average.
Actually it was good. He'd simply been eating clean lately, so his standards had climbed a notch.
When he pulled away a thin string of spit still connected them. Her tongue, late to react, poked out past her lips. Cold air. Only then did Yoo-min register the surroundings and shove at his chest.
"W-wait, wait a second, kissing is……."
"Why? Don't like it?"
"There are… people here."
She knew exactly what was happening and still put on the coy act. She'd already allowed the touching and the lips, yet here she was making a fuss.
Could be a streamer thing.
If clips hit certain communities it could blow up. A female streamer with a boyfriend lost value. She wasn't that famous, though. Women didn't watch female streamers anyway, so it would be fine.
More importantly—
"I'll take this one."
"Yes, of course, sir."
"W-wait a moment."
"Want something else instead?"
"No, it's not that—can you just buy something this expensive so casually?"
He was buying her an outrageously expensive luxury piece. A single bag that ran into the millions of won.
Even the girls who love designer goods hesitate at this price.
He was treating it like a convenience-store drink, and she was stunned. He'd already given her far more than this.
"If you don't like it, we'll just buy another one."
"……."
"Not a fan of overspending?"
"No, it's not that……. I like it."
She flushed as if shy. Her face said she was over the moon and not even trying to hide it.
Slurp—!
While the staff wrapped the purchase he enjoyed another kiss, one hand settling firmly on her ass. She startled, but she no longer refused. He groped freely.
Fully open.
She was already braced for what came next. If he didn't follow through she would probably feel disappointed.
"How is it?"
"It's gorgeous! You have great taste, Chanuk."
"You've got a good frame to hang it on."
"I-is that so?"
She stood in front of the mirror and took in the full look—dressed head to toe in luxury. A satisfied little smile played on her lips.
Time to collect the price.
They left the department store and he guided her into the passenger seat as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You said you were free today, right?"
"Well, that is……."
"You're not?"
"I think it's fine."
She ducked her head. Pretending she had no idea. Even though she knew perfectly well they were heading to a hotel.
Just doing it straight feels a little wasteful.
If he was going to take a female streamer, he might as well put her in a look that suited the occasion. Watching her streams, he'd always felt something was missing.
He made one stop before the hotel.
"Where… is this?"
"Can't you tell?"
"It looks like a clothing store, but……."
Not the place she'd expected. Yoo-min peered around the interior.
Technically it is a clothing store.
Just a slightly specialized one. Cosplay. Including the adult, filthy kind. One circuit of the shop and he found what he wanted. Hard not to stock at least one of these.
"They've got dog cosplay too."
"Wow~ it's so cute!"
"I want you to wear it, Yoo-min."
"Me……?"
Her streaming concept. If she used it for reactions the chat would go wild.
Not that that's why I'm buying it.
This was for tonight. Yoo-min understood the implication and gave a small nod. She examined the outfit. She did costume play often enough that it wouldn't feel strange.
"How is it?"
"Looks good on you."
"Master, woof woof! Mingie's Chanuk's little puppy~♪"
She stepped out of the fitting room. The outfit covered only her chest and the essential places—high exposure. Fuzzy bands around her ankles, paw gloves on her hands. The ears were non-negotiable.
Decent quality.
She did the puppy act well, too. It felt like he was walking around with a human dog on a leash. The "master" was a little embarrassed, but that didn't matter. That was what the outfit was for.
"But."
"Hm?"
"There's a tail, too. There's nowhere to attach it, and I don't really know how you're supposed to wear it……."
"It's fine. You'll find out soon enough."
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They headed for the next destination.