The 100-Million Challenge
Ha-young’s eyes were still wavering with indecision, but she made no effort to struggle free of my arms.
You stupid bitch… what’s there to even think about? The money’s right in front of your face.
I decided this woman needed a little more shaking up.
“Ah, right—Editor. How do you change the stream title on this thing?”
“Huh? Th-the title?”
The sudden topic change left her voice thick with fluster.
I casually rested a hand on her back and steered her toward the computer.
“You just type it in here.”
She brought up the title-edit window and edged slightly aside.
Without a second’s hesitation I hammered the keys.
[BREAKING] Barrel-Tits BJ Yura fucked into a coma! Next victim? Tit-Boy’s editor — the Gat-ban-in?
The second the title flipped, chat exploded into pure insanity.
“W-what the hell are you saying?! I never even agreed to do it!!”
Watching the editor freak out over the new title, I dropped my voice low and laid it out for her.
“Haaah, Editor-nim. You watched the stream today, right? You saw how much that bitch Yura raked in?”
“H-huh? Y-yeah… I know.”
“That slut’s donations plus the VOD sales alone mean she can retire tomorrow, fly to the Maldives, and sip wine on the beach. But our Gat-ban-in? What’s her plan?”
I clamped down hard on her shoulders.
“How long are you gonna rot in this shitty room editing other people’s fuck videos? How long… how long are you gonna spend your whole life as the underdog?!”
When I raised my voice and shook her, the pupils visible above her mask went wide with pure seismic shock.
“Haa… haa… W-wait a second!”
The editor slapped my hands off her shoulders and, trembling, held up a single index finger.
“One hundred million! W-with the mask still on! A-anything less and I’m out!”
“One hundred million?!!!!!”
I deliberately bellowed it at the top of my lungs.
“Why?! Why not?! That much is the minimum I should—”
Her voice cracked with panic; even she seemed to realize she might have priced herself too high and was glancing around nervously.
I just let out a short, incredulous laugh and turned my eyes to the screen.
This is the moment…
I was certain this exact second was the biggest turning point of my entire streaming career.
“Brothers!! Did you hear that?!”
I grabbed the mic and poured my heart out.
“Your personal slave! Dae-mul-nam Pervert-joo! My pride is in the dirt right now… only one hundred million…? Out of the five hundred thousand masters watching right now, just ten thousand of you! Ten thousand people drop ten thousand won each and we conquer one hundred million—easy, right?!”
Chat erupted into a full-blown argument over the amount. This was the window.
“Alright! Brothers! I’m locking donations for a second! Settlements have to be precise!”
I didn’t know how, so I shot the editor a look.
She nodded like she was under a spell and opened the revenue management tab.
In the process her eyes landed on the number floating on screen—
410,000,000 won
—and her jaw dropped clean open.
Shock and greed mixed in her eyes. She was already halfway gone.
With shaking hands she clicked our live stream and locked the donations.
“Alright! Brothers! Five hundred thousand of you! Ten thousand, one thousand, a hundred won—I don’t care! One hundred million!!”
I clenched my fist tight.
“You fill that one hundred million and I’ll beat this arrogant fucking bitch half to death! With my cock, of course!!”
In one corner of chat the chaos-agents were having a full meltdown, but I was actually grateful for them.
The harder those bitches raged, the wider our brothers’ wallets would open out of pure spite.
Hehehehehe.
Crowing inside, I looked at the editor.
“You can set a time window for donations, right? I want only the money that comes in from this moment shown to the viewers.”
“Ah, yeah. Of course… we can. Just check the tally start time.”
Ha-young moved the mouse like she was hypnotized and adjusted the settings.
Hehehe. She’s completely gone. Eyes rolled all the way back.
One hundred million. Right now this bitch was ballooning with the expectation that more than a hundred million would come pouring in.
But I planned to crush that hope without mercy and force her face into the open no matter what.
This situation might even pull in more cash than Yura, who was still sprawled out on the floor.
Our Gat-ban-in named Ha-young was flushing bright red behind her mask.
This bitch is trying to vacuum up money for free…
Imagining the panic that would paint her face when I made my sudden move later, I reached for the mouse.
“Brothers… honestly, I’m a little nervous right now… Can I count on you?!”
I clutched the mic with both hands and pleaded.
Truthfully I wanted to pry the big spenders’ wallets open one more time.
But this particular job couldn’t be done on their power alone.
I had to prove that five hundred thousand viewers wasn’t just empty numbers—that mass hysteria was real.
I deliberately avoided mentioning the word “Chairman” or any of the nicknames that had been dropping tens of millions.
I just screamed straight at the ordinary viewers.
“Even ten thousand is fine… one thousand!! A hundred!! Ten won is fine!!! Show me the mountain made of dust!!!”
At my cry, chat became pure chaotic hell.
Curses and cheers, condemnation and anticipation all mixed together until the scroll was flying too fast to read.
Please, please, please…
Cold sweat ran down my spine.
Honestly, I was nervous too.
They’d just gorged themselves on the main course that was Yura—would people really open their wallets for dessert?
But the die was already cast. All I could do was trust the sheer numbers of our ant-army brothers.
I threw a massive [Real-time Cumulative Donations] counter set to start from zero right in the center of screen one.
Then I moved the cursor and hovered over the button of destiny.
Click.
Fuck… it’s happening… it’s happening!
I cheered inside.
Viewers only saw the total, but on the admin window I had open beside me, donations were pouring in like a machine gun—starting from the thousand-won range all the way up through tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands.
Every time I blinked the number of digits jumped.
“Hun—thou, thou, thou!!!”
Watching the number climb, a scream of pure joy tore out of the editor’s mouth beside me.
“You fucking bitch, get over here!”
“Kyaaah!”
I hooked an arm around the excited editor’s neck and roughly shoved her in front of the camera.
Thud.
The sound of her hitting the desk mixed with the donations already blasting past fifty, sixty, rocketing toward eighty at light speed.
“Brothers!!! I believed in you! This Pervert-joo! Even if I die right here today I have no regrets!”
Hehehehe more! More more more more!
The feminist bitches’ sabotage was serving perfectly as the fuse that lit our ant-army brothers’ competitive spirit.
“Ooooooh it’s almost there!! One hundred million, almost one hundred million!!”
Ha-young jumped up and down screaming.
I tore my eyes off chat and locked them on the donation settings window.
It blew past one hundred million and the number still refused to stop climbing.
Right now.
Click.
Final Tally: 103,450,000 won
“Huh?”
Ha-young made a dumb sound and looked at me. The momentum was still at its peak. Leave it alone and it would have hit 150 million, 200 million, maybe more.
“W-what the hell are you doing!! Hurry, hurry open it!! More is still coming in!!”
The money-crazed editor bitch even grabbed my collar and shook me. Her ragged breathing rasped hard through the mask.
“You fucking bitch! Let go! The deal was one hundred million, wasn’t it?!”
I roughly shook her hands off and turned to chat with an aggrieved expression.
“Brothers! Am I wrong?! The deal was exactly one hundred million! But this fucking bitch has gotten so money-drunk she’s greedy without end—is that okay?!”
“Fuck… fuck…”
Watching the chat race upward like mad behind her mask, Ha-young’s eyes darted around in pure panic.
Hehehehehe.
I gave her no time to think.
“You fucking bitch! Are you doing it or not?! It’s one hundred million, one hundred million! If you’re thinking of keeping that mask on then unlock the donations right now and—”
“You fucking bastard!!”
Thud!
Kh… this crazy bitch…
The editor punched me once square in the chest then planted herself in front of the screen.
I’d give her the proper education for hitting me later; for now I just watched what Ha-young would do next.
Hehehe yeah… this is even hotter…
She didn’t pull the mask down—so she had no intention of taking it off—but she planted both hands on the desk and stuck her ass out high. Clearly she had zero intention of giving up that one hundred million.