Feminists' Only Salvation
“Mind if I take a shower?”
“Yeah, sure… Use the bathroom over there. Towels are inside.”
The second my answer left my lips, he peeled off his T-shirt without a shred of hesitation and tossed it aside, then went straight for his belt buckle.
“Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”
I freaked and covered my eyes. He just casually shoved his pants down to his ankles and snickered.
“Heh heh heh. We’re gonna be staring at this thing till we get sick of it in an hour anyway. What’s with the sudden shyness?”
“Th-that may be, but… there’s such a thing as manners!”
“Cute, Yura.”
He grinned at my burning face, then sauntered into the bathroom with that dangling thing leading the way.
Bang— whoooosh.
Only after the water started running did I finally snap out of my daze.
“Ha… is this guy actually insane?”
My heart was pounding.
That level of shamelessness… but the real problem was that I didn’t even hate it.
I shook my head and replayed what he’d said earlier.
‘I already set the aggro on fire properly.’
“Just what the hell did you pull…?”
A bad feeling crawled up my spine. With trembling hands I unlocked my phone and opened the community site.
The second I saw the post sitting at the very top of [Realtime Best], my eyes nearly shot out of my skull.
lmao you feminist bitches. I saw you all hard at work today protesting for women’s rights (your real goal is getting people banned from K-Fans, right? lol) while stuffing your faces with pizza, burgers, and jokbal out on the street.
But honestly, is that a protest? That’s a fucking dinner party. lmao I thought it was some club dinner. I’m so jealous lololol I’ll join you one of these days.
More importantly, you bitches! Aren’t you pissed?! While you’re out there packing on the pounds, your masters are back home in warm houses railing chicks and raking in money by the shovel-full! Now’s not the time for you to be doing that…
Ah, wait—I must’ve missed something… Yes, you bitches!!! Did you just point guns and knives at your masters?!! Trying to snatch away Master’s rice bowl… Whoa… this is peak “betray the hand that feeds you” itself lmao (not that I’m even surprised.)
I feel so sorry for your pathetic lives I can’t just sit back and watch. If you’re wondering why I put “only salvation” in the title, come on in.
Today at 21:00. BJ Yura’s stream.
(Ah, 21:00 is 9 PM. Just in case your brains are so fried you’d get confused, I’m writing it out kindly for you ^^)
Feminists’ only savior, Dae-mul-nam Pervert-joo
PS. You fucking bitches, looking at what you eat at protests you sure know how to stuff your faces lmao just become mukbang YouTubers already, don’t waste that talent lmao
“Th-this crazy bastard!”
Watching someone else’s house burn is pure popcorn entertainment, but when it’s your own house on fire, it’s a whole different level of disaster. Cold sweat poured down my back as I frantically scrolled through the comments.
“Explode, huh…”
In this day and age servers don’t really explode, but it meant people were going to pour into my stream like absolute maniacs. The post hadn’t even been up that long and comments had already blown past a thousand, views racing past two hundred thousand.
Yesterday’s stream with Ye-wol had been around that level. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what tonight would look like. My hands and feet started trembling.
“Hoo… calm down… just fuck like usual…”
That’s what I told myself, but my heart showed zero signs of settling. The anxiety that my fake moans would come out again in front of possibly over a hundred thousand viewers kept clawing at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh? Huh?”
A voice suddenly came from right beside me. I turned my head and there he was—fresh out of the shower, shaking water from his hair as he plopped down next to me. He casually scanned my phone screen.
“Heh heh heh, look at these fucking bitches… absolute chaos.”
All that hate and attention didn’t seem to worry him at all. He just laughed like he was having the time of his life. Looking at how calm he was, my own racing heart strangely started to settle.
“Hey, tit-cans.”
“…What the fuck is tit-cans, you bastard. I have a name, you know?”
“Heh heh heh. Call me Dae-mul. I like that better.”
“Crazy bastard… heh heh heh.”
It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help laughing. The tension melted and I finally got a proper look at his face.
“Let me ask you one thing.”
“Hm? What?”
“You one of those FIRE types or whatever too?”
His random question left me blank for a second before I nodded.
“Yeah. How long do you think you can milk this industry? Once you get old, it’s over.”
“Right… women are different from men…”
I wanted to snap back that men weren’t any different and he was also a one-season product, but I held my tongue. One look between his legs and I had to admit this bastard was nothing like ordinary guys.
“Fuck, Ye-wol’s retiring soon… Aside from the live, we’ve got one more video we filmed. She’s gonna drop that after building aggro and then bounce from the scene.”
“I don’t need your kind explanations, you bastard.”
“Why? Jealous?”
“Fucking jealous. Insanely.”
I admitted it honestly.
“Heh heh heh. You might retire after just one day today, so look forward to it… You’ve got some money saved up at least, right?”
“I don’t! That’s why we have to go hard today! I’m buried in debt!”
Of course I had a decent pile saved up, but I deliberately whined that I didn’t. That way he’d feel responsible and slam his hips that much harder.
“Just how much money are you planning to make?”
His completely casual confidence made pure curiosity bubble up. He gave me a meaningful smile.
“Mmm… check for yourself later once we go live. You’ll fall over from the shock.”
Honestly, I was looking forward to it. Male guests usually didn’t pick up a dedicated fanbase, but after yesterday’s stream and the post he dropped on the community, this guy had some weird charm that even hooked other men.
His aggro-pulling skills are no joke…
I stood up from my seat.
“I need to get ready too, so wait here.”
“What for?”
“I’ve gotta come out in an outfit that suits me… no, that suits you.”
“Heh heh heh, looking forward to it.”
Leaving him behind as he ogled my ass with a filthy grin, I headed into the bedroom.
Click.
“Hoo…”
From deep in the closet I pulled out the secret weapon I’d been saving for a day like this. Facing the full-length mirror against the wall, I stripped completely naked. Then I slowly tugged on the cow-print high-leg one-piece swimsuit that cut so high the hip lines rose past my navel.
“Everyone’s dead tonight.”
Even I had to admit the reflection in the mirror was destructive. Surging with confidence, I swayed my hips and opened the door.
“Huh? When did you get here?”
Sitting on the living-room sofa was my friend and editor Ha-young, the one I’d called over to help with filming and manage the stream. She was sitting across from Tae-joo, having an awkward conversation.
“Uh, unnie… whoa…”
Ha-young’s jaw dropped the second she saw my outfit. Even another woman could tell the visual was pure shock value. But the real reaction came from someone else.
“……”
The moment Pervert-joo laid eyes on me, his gaze turned bestial. Forgetting the conversation entirely, he shot to his feet.
“Heh heh heh… you fucking bitch. Dressed so goddamn hot.”
He strode over without hesitation and clamped a hand hard on the bare ass cheek peeking out of the high-leg cut.
“Hey, let’s fuck once before we go live.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?! It’s almost ten! We do it after we start the stream!”
I freaked and tried to shove him off. Ha-young was right there with her eyes wide open—suggesting we do it here was pure insanity. No money in it and it would just burn stamina.
But common sense bounced right off this guy.
“Shut up! You fucking bitch!”
“Kyaaah!”
He casually ignored my resistance, snatched my wrist, and slammed me down onto the sofa.
Thud.
“Turn on your phone and film! It links to the app, right? Put it on cam 2! We’ll fuck a bit then move into the bedroom and keep going!”
“Ah, ah, yes! One second!”
Ha-young looked completely flustered, but she still snatched the phone out of my hand and flipped the camera on. My consent didn’t even register as a factor.
“Hey! Have you lost your mind?!”
I didn’t even get a chance to protest further.
Rustle.
Without a single caress, this Pervert-joo bastard roughly yanked the swimsuit fabric barely covering my pussy off to the side.