Appetizer Before the Main Course
Slurp.
"Nnngh!"
His hot tongue swept thickly up my parted slit without a shred of warning. The jolt was so sharp my hair stood on end.
"Heh heh heh, you fucking bitch…. Even your cunt's goddamn pretty. Delicious, you little slut."
"Y-you crazy bastard… hah! What the hell are you spouting?!"
I cursed him out, yet my hips bucked on their own. He dug in even more relentlessly, clearly savoring every reaction.
Slurp, slurp, schlick, suuuuck.
"Hngh! Haah… haaah!"
Here I was sprawled on the sofa in a cow-print swimsuit, taking his tongue work like this. Shame and pleasure crashed over me at the same time.
That was when Ha-young, holding the camera between my legs, cried out in a trembling voice.
"W-wow… his tongue's actually that long… a-and Yura. Viewers already topped ten thousand."
"W-what?!"
I had no idea when she'd even started the stream. Ha-young was filming his tongue sucking on my flesh with her phone, staring at the screen like it might bite her.
He lifted his head, my juices glistening around his mouth, then flashed a grin straight into the phone camera she shoved at him and bellowed,
"Heh! Brothers! Gonna grab a little appetizer before the main course! That's the golden rule, right?!"
The second the words left his mouth, cheerful notification chimes exploded from the speakers one after another.
A rain of 100k-won tips lit the chat on fire—then a heavy hitter dropped.
"Bwahaha! A million won! Thank you! Can you hear it, brothers?! This smacking noise! Absolute fucking gourmet!"
He answered the donation by spreading my outer lips wide and burying his face again.
Schlick! Slurp! Schlick!
"Hngh, hngh… you bastard, why are you so good at this?!"
Every place his tongue touched felt like electricity.
"Heh heh. You know anteaters? Tongue a full meter long—I'm the giant anteater of the bunch. I'll send you straight to Hong Kong with just this tongue."
"Bullshit…! Crazy fucker, I've got stream mileage of my own! You think a tongue alone can finish me?!"
I put on a tough act and tried to shove his head away. He just sneered at the challenge and pointed his tongue sharp.
Slick, slurp, slurp, suuuuck.
"Hnnnngh…!"
My defenses collapsed in an instant. His tongue forced into the cleft, raked my inner walls, then snared the swollen little bean and vacuumed it like a shop-vac.
Ah, no… at this pace…
Longer stream meant more money. I clenched my ass and tried to hold out so I wouldn't cum already. But every deep, sticky stroke of his tongue up my insides made the dam crack further.
"Haah, haah… fuck, fuck! Hey! Hey! Wait—!"
Schlick!
He lifted his head; my juices shone wet and sticky all over his lips and chin.
"Heh heh heh. Pathetic amateur bitch. Talking big with your mouth while your cunt's flooding the place, you fucking slut. Cum a little less!"
"Sh-shut up… you psycho…."
My face burned. I'd already been wound tight with nerves and anticipation for the stream before he even showed up. Once he lit the fuse, my lower half poured like someone had left the faucet wide open.
"Heh heh heh! Yura's fans, brothers! You out there?! Was this bitch always this easy?!"
He cackled straight into the camera.
"At this rate she'll dry up and die before the main show even starts! The faucet must be broken!"
The second his crude taunt landed, donations from the oppas who wanted to defend my pride started pouring in like a storm.
The nicknames were more than a little embarrassing—okay, a lot—but the donations that propped up my pride still let me breathe a tiny sigh of relief.
He just snorted and stared dead into the camera.
"Heh heh heh. Money doesn't lie so I'll trust you brothers, but goddamn, brothers, take a look at this yourselves!"
"Hey, what are you—! Ha-young! Move it, move it!"
He pried my soaked, glistening folds wide open with his fingers. I screamed and reached out, but Ha-young shoved the camera right up against my most private place.
"Aaah! Too close!"
Shame made me try to clamp my legs shut, yet the two of them just giggled and framed my completely exposed shame for the screen.
"Heh heh heh. At this rate we won't even make the main show… get up, bitch!"
"Hey! Ow, that hurts! Let go!"
He roughly seized a fistful of my hair. I was half-dragged to my feet before he hauled me like luggage and shoved me straight into the room where the broadcast gear was already set up.
"You fucking…!"
Being treated like an object stung my pride; I was about to let him have it. Then I saw his face with the phone camera at his back, and the curse died in my throat.
All the drooling, snickering playfulness from a moment ago was gone. Only a serious, cold look remained. His eyes were locked on the bottom of the computer monitor. I followed that gaze as if hypnotized.
9:50 PM
Stream start—the promised ten o'clock—was right on top of us.
Timing, at least… fuck….
The thought that he'd done all this for my stream made me want to swear even while I had to admit it. I clicked my tongue inwardly and moved fast. I needed to hand off the signal from the phone camera Ha-young was holding over to Cam 2, already rigged inside the room.
Tap, clack.
I worked the broadcast software and flipped Cam 2's feed onto the phone screen currently going live. Still catching my rough breath, I glanced sidelong at the bastard standing tall behind me.
"Hoo… let's do this."
A heavy sigh sounded at my back. He must have been nervous too; he pressed right up against me. Through the thin swimsuit fabric I felt his hot body heat and the hard thump of his heart.
Kinda cute….
Seeing that cocky bastard show an unexpectedly human side settled the turmoil in my chest instead of riling it up.
Hoo… just go with the flow… he'll handle the rest.
I shot a look at Ha-young, mask and hat pulled low, then pressed the go-live button with trembling fingers.
The second the screen came up, Tae-joo behind me grabbed my ass and spread it wide.
Lick.
"Hnnnngh…! W-where are you licking?!"
A sharp, wet sensation bloomed in the most secret, shameful place—my ass—and I screamed. I threw my head back, ignoring the text flooding the chat.
"Heh heh heh heh. Bitch, that outfit's so fucking sexy we gotta show the viewers… this pose is perfect."
Slurp, slurp, lick, schluuurp.
"Hngh, hngh! Fuck…! Lick it less, you bastard! That place is dirt—nngh!"
The raw shame of having my asshole openly sucked on made my face blaze. Heat rushed up and I was about to shove his head away when—
"Hngh! T-ten million! Thank you!"
It was just Ronaldo's "Siuuu," but the ten-million-won caption made me cry out in pure reflex. Then the waterfall of chat filled my vision.
Curses, praise, condemnation, and cheers all mixed into pure chaos. Exactly as expected, a hell party had broken out. A flicker of worry hit me, but my eyes locked on the number in the upper right.
102,485
Whether they cursed or praised me didn't matter. Watching that number climb like mad sent my heart soaring. I'd put a limit on voice donations, but a hundred thousand people was a thug. Even the quiet lurkers would quietly toss tens of thousands of won—that was how this game worked. Just a thousand of them dropping ten thousand each made ten million; ten thousand of them made a hundred million.
Fuck… sex!!!
In my head bundles of cash were dancing; down below his tongue bored relentlessly between my most secret wrinkles. Capitalism's high mixed with his technique and I couldn't hold on any longer.
Lick, schluuurp!
"Hyaaaaaah!!!"
Through the thin cow-print swimsuit that barely covered my cunt, the hot tide I'd been holding back gushed out in a rush.
Pleasure strong enough to make my whole body tremble. The me reflected on screen was a strange bitch in heat even I had never seen before.
Ye-wol… that fucking bitch….
Thinking how much honey she'd sucked rolling around with this guy made rage boil up. But right now the star was me. Imagining all the bitches watching this video and shaking with jealousy sent a thrilling rush through me.
Watching the chat climb like mad, I smirked—the smile of a winner. Then I turned my head and looked down at the Pervert-joo bastard still burying his face in my ass.
"Fuck me! You bastard… I'll kill you for real."
"Heh heh heh heh."
He stopped tonguing my hole, my juices still smeared around his mouth, and slowly rose. I had no idea when he'd stripped, but the massive pillar thrusting up between his legs gleamed under the lights, thick and menacing.