I'm So Fucking Horny Right Now

It was the second war between the feminists and the viewers, both sides having finished their satisfying little excretions and returned to their real jobs as if by prior agreement.

I wiped the sticky mess between my legs with a tissue and snorted.

They're full of shit, seriously.

Those stomping bitches and the guys hammering their keyboards in response were all equally pathetic. But contradictorily enough, I put my own hands on the keyboard so I could join in on that pathetic bullshit. I just needed somewhere—anywhere—to dump out this twisted feeling festering inside me.

Of course my chat got swallowed instantly by the flood of rising text and vanished without a trace.

"Heh. This is what we do it for."

I didn't give a damn if anyone saw it or not. This was just my personal after-party, a way to bleed out the jealousy and stress piled up inside me.

[Haa, haa… this fucking huge-dick bastard… at least turn the stream off before you leave… uhh….]

The languid curses drifting out of the speakers pulled my eyes back to the screen. The rag of a woman on camera was sprawled across the floor, her body still twitching every so often as if the aftershocks of sex hadn't fully left her yet. She forced her trembling body up and grabbed the mouse. Her face was a mess of cum, but her expression looked as peaceful as if she owned the whole world.

[Oppas… bye-bye….]

Click.

I stared blankly at the blacked-out screen and muttered without thinking.

"...Fucking bitch. I'm so goddamn jealous…."

Looking at her—like she'd already gotten everything she wanted and successfully escaped this nauseating reality—jealousy bloomed in me all over again. To shake the feeling off I left the still-raging chat behind and headed for the bathroom.

Ssshhhhhh—.

Hot water cascaded from the crown of my head all the way to my toes. But my body was already burning hot and refused to cool down.

"Haa…."

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

The hand soaping me up slid naturally down there. That guy's massive weapon refused to leave my head. The overwhelming thickness that had stuffed Ye-wol's hole so full it gaped open felt as vivid as if it were already inside me. The fingers teasing my private place grew rougher in proportion to the fantasy.

"Damn it… fuck me… haang! Harder, harder!"

I aimed the shower spray between my legs and spent a long while calling out his name, enjoying my private little after-party all alone.

"Nngh…."

By the time hot sunlight was stabbing through the curtain gaps into the room, I forced my body up. It felt as battered and heavy as if I'd been beaten.

"Why am I… so weak…."

Was it last night's frenzy, or was it my mental state getting wrecked? A lethargy so deep I didn't even want to twitch a finger pressed down on my whole body. I shuffled like a zombie out of bed, washed my face half-heartedly, and collapsed onto the living-room sofa in a daze.

"Haa…."

The lively scenery outside the window was disgusting. Yesterday's dizzying footage, that guy's weapon, and the hundreds of millions of won Ye-wol had walked away with kept circling inside my skull and refused to leave. Out of habit I picked up my phone and checked my notes inbox. There were notes from a few BJs I knew, but nothing from Dae-mul-nam PervertJu.

"Fuck… some other bitch already snatched him, didn't she?"

My pride was wounded. I thought about just offering him fifty percent of the revenue if he'd come, but I couldn't quite bring myself to hit send. I wrote a note, deleted it, wrote it again, deleted it again. The image of that Ye-wol bitch thrashing around under him wouldn't leave my head.

"Ah, fuck it!"

Instinct crushed reason and moved my hands for me.

I hit send, threw the phone, and headed back to the bedroom.

"Haa… I should stream…."

A glance at the clock told me it was time to get ready for broadcast. Even one day off meant a minimum loss of several million won. I'd always turned the stream on no matter what. But today was impossible. I had zero confidence I could force myself in front of the camera, smile, chatter, and crank up the energy. My head was so full of that guy that the viewers' pocket-change donations wouldn't even register.

I posted a short notice on the station board:

Then I crawled under the covers like I was running away. Today I just wanted to lie there like a corpse and do absolutely nothing. And I really did just lie there like a corpse.

"Nngh…."

What I'd thought was mere lack of energy turned into a full-blown breakdown. Stress-induced body-ache cold. Fever boiled so high I could barely move a finger. I swallowed every fever reducer and cold medicine I had stocked in the house and didn't even think about leaving the bed until the next day. Even then, a streamer's instincts stayed alive.

"Ah… gotta take a photo…."

If I just said I was resting there'd be a riot for sure. I angled the shot so my hollow eyes, flushed red cheeks, and the slight cleavage peeking through a baggy patient-style T-shirt all showed.

Click.

The classic frail big-tits concept. As soon as I posted the photo with the notice, comments telling me not to get sick and to rest well started rolling in. I confirmed them and passed out again like a light going off.

And the next day.

The second I opened my eyes and habitually checked the one new note, vitality surged through my body as if the cold had never existed.

"Fucking bastard… look at that pride."

I didn't actually dislike that kind of arrogance from a capable guy. Humming under my breath, I sent the reply.

Send complete. I flipped the entire house upside down cleaning, ready to welcome my fire-escape dream. I wiped every last speck of dust from every corner and swapped the bedsheets for fresh ones—ones that would definitely end up soaked in sweat.

"La la la~."

I checked the broadcast gear several times over and put up a notice for our fans:

Everything was perfect. And the next evening at nine o'clock.

Thud, thud, thud!

At a time accurate down to the minute, the guy pounded on my door. And from outside came a booming shout.

"Your husband's here, you fucking bitch!"

"Heh heh, crazy bastard."

That vulgar one-liner made a joke of how tense I'd been for our first meeting. Thanks to it, the tension locking my body and mind just melted away.

Creeeak—.

I snorted a laugh ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and opened the door.

"Welcome."

I turned my body with deliberate hauteur toward the guy standing in the entryway and led him inside.

Squeeze.

"Hey, fuck."

The sensation of him ruthlessly grabbing my ass on the way in made me reflexively slap his hand away. But he didn't even blink, just grinned lecherously.

"Heh heh heh. Not just the milk tanks that are big—that ass is solid too. Elasticity's excellent."

"Turn the blinkers on when you come in. No manners."

"Even with them on you couldn't dodge, bitch."

"Heh heh, crazy bastard."

That same confident look he had on stream made me certain today's broadcast was going to go well. An hour before stream start, no matter how good his equipment was, a completely unscripted live still carried huge risk.

"Hey, shouldn't we at least lock down some kind of concept? Missions, roleplay, something…."

"Concept?"

He yawned like it was a hassle and spat the answer out casually.

"What concept. Just fuck hard, get fucked hard, cum inside, done. Right?"

That answer, so simple it was almost stupid, left me blank for a second.

Ah….

It felt like taking a direct hit to the head. Because the important core was flimsy, I'd been obsessing over every cheap trick and packaging just to hold the viewers' interest. But this guy was different. Primitive sex that crushed everything with overwhelming physicality. What men paid good money to watch wasn't some well-rehearsed third-rate play. It was the real sight of a beast of a male mercilessly violating a female, and that female losing to her instincts and gasping for breath. That alone was enough.

"...Yeah. You're right. No need to overthink it."

"Heh heh heh. Concept, huh… Well, if I had to pick one, there is something."

He fiddled with his phone and gave a slimy smile.

"I already pulled the aggro properly, so don't panic."

"What? What aggro?"

His wicked grin sent a chill down my spine and a bad premonition brushed past.