Testing the Waters
Time flew by.
Driven by the ripple effect of my broadcast, the so-called Gaze Rape Law controversy was blown out of proportion, taking over every online community in an instant.
As the backlash grew far larger than anticipated, the campaign pledge regarding staring quietly slipped away.
"It was a mistake by the staff in charge."
"An unconfirmed idea was misrepresented."
"We regret that our intentions were distorted during communication."
The typical political excuses poured out, but this time, men refused to take it lying down and took to the streets.
In the end, the politicians tossed out a vague, detail-free pledge: the deregulation of sexual content.
"You think we'd fall for that?!"
The men grew even more outraged, running wild.
Groups of YouTubers banded together, staring down people of all ages and genders to troll them, asking if they were "gaze raping" them.
Amidst the nationwide chaos, the emergency police hotline was completely paralyzed.
Reports of "someone is looking at me" or "someone is staring unpleasantly" flooded the system, leaving the police unable to respond to actual violent crimes.
I kept my mouth shut, gathered three or four guys, and quietly went around intensely staring at people myself.
My viewer count and donations skyrocketed, but since I wasn't a political YouTuber, I couldn't retain the audience I had gathered through temporary rage-baiting.
Although my viewership eventually shriveled back down, I had already raked in millions of won in donations.
Still, it wasn't entirely without results.
Instead of the vague promise of sexual deregulation, the opposition party put forward a groundbreaking pledge: legalizing genital exposure and sexual acts specifically for online platforms and adult broadcasts.
Approval ratings shifted overnight.
The ruling party, which had been walking on eggshells around feminist groups, had no choice but to propose a similar pledge.
The majority party, which had expected an overwhelming victory before their opponent's self-sabotage, barely managed to scrape a win.
"Whew..."
Sighing at my shrunken viewer count, I turned off the stream and logged onto a community forum I frequented.
Even though the election was over, the debate raged on, with some calling the protest a success and others calling it a failure.
"This motherfucker."
After wrestling with the commenter who refused to believe me for a while, I tossed my phone onto the bedside table and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
K-Fans? Adult streaming? Should I actually give that a shot...?
I didn't have any family anyway. Having grown up in an orphanage, even if I did adult streaming, there was no one to scold me or call me an embarrassment.
It's a world where money is everything...
It was obvious that a life drinking soju in a Lamborghini, even if I was crying, would be far more abundant and happier than starving and drinking soju under a Han River bridge.
I picked up the phone I had just tossed.
I immediately accessed the newly created platform, K-Fans, and set up my own channel.
"Perfect."
I took a look around the platform.
"This is insane... Fuck, why are foreigners even coming all the way here to stream?!"
Was it because the government had literally passed laws to protect this industry?
In the list of tags lined up on the side, various categories like [By Country], [By Preference], and [By Gender] occupied the space.
"Fuck... isn't the competition going to be insanely fierce then?"
I explored a few streams.
"Haah, ahn, ahng."
Women exposing their genitals and masturbating alone.
"B-Brothers, I'm cumming...!"
"Oh, fuck!"
I hastily exited a stream I had clicked by mistake, which showed some guy jerking off.
Then, I clicked on a thumbnail showing a man and a woman joined together.
An ad popped up. When the screen transitioned, another ad popped up.
"Oh, fuck! How many of these are there?!"
Only after two or three more ads popped up did the actual screen unfold before me.
"Ahng, ahng, ahng..."
Squelch, slap, thud, thud, thud.
Ding! Clink-clink!
Donations poured in, and the chat was flooded with dirty jokes.
After watching streams like that for several hours, I realized one thing.
"A bunch of micro-dicks."
The number of guys whose dicks surpassed mine could be counted on one hand.
Amidst the women's fake groans, fake orgasms, and awkward acting, I reaffirmed my own value.
"I'll show them what a real trip to heaven looks like..."
I began scrolling down quickly, searching through the streams.
[Title: Invited Men under 20cm, do not message. Cleaning house today.]
I picked one of them and entered the stream.
A well-maintained woman in her early thirties was letting out groans while looking at the screen.
"Haah, ah, ahng."
*Slap, thud, thud.*
But that moment ended all too quickly.
"Ah, what?! That's it?"
"Ah, s-sorry..."
"Seriously, how annoying... I invited you because you said you were big, but you're tiny, and you quit halfway through! Get out!"
The fairly handsome man quickly vanished from the screen.
"Sigh... so annoying."
But was this also part of the stream's concept?
As soon as the man stopped and left, donations started exploding instead.
Ding! Clink-clink!
"Ah, Oppa. If you just show your face on stream, I'll let you ride me as many times as you want."
Ding! Clink-clink!
"Hehe, then at least let me record us having sex... I need to sell that, don't I?!"
Ding! Clink-clink!
And then, donations of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of won kept pouring in.
"This is ridiculous. They didn't even have proper sex, she's just sitting there showing her pussy, and donations are exploding like this?"
As expected, being born with a pussy is a blessing from God.
Thinking that, I immediately sent her a direct message.
[Subject: Length over 20cm, girth over 17cm. Standing in line.]
Not long after, the woman on screen checked her messages and let out a snort.
"What's this? Monster Cock Byeon Tae-joo?"
The woman put my message up on the screen and looked at the chat.
"You're watching the stream right now, aren't you? You motherfucker, if you're watching, attach a photo and send it again. Stop trying to bullshit me."
The chat was flooded with mockery: "lololol," "he can't even verify," "what a psycho."
Heh, dumbasses.
I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, took a graphic photo of my tool, and sent it.
The moment she checked the message, the woman's face froze in sheer disbelief and shock.
"...Whoa... this is insane. Holy shit. Is this flaccid? Does this really exist? Is it photoshopped?"
Because I had taken it in a hurry, it was completely flaccid. But since that alone easily overwhelmed most men's full erections, it was only natural for her to be shocked.
I smirked and sent a message asking if I could come over.
"Yeah, you come over! If this is photoshopped, I'm throwing salt at you. I don't care where you live, get your ass over here right now!"
As soon as she finished speaking, an address popped up in my message window.
I threw on a jacket, grabbed my wallet, and rushed out of the house.
Incheon? That's close.
I searched the address and saw it would take about 40 minutes at most.
[Subject: Arriving within an hour.]
I sent a brief message and immediately called a taxi.
After about 40 minutes, I arrived at the address and rang the bell.
*Ding-dong.*
A moment later, the door opened with a click.
The woman who had been groaning on screen just moments ago was now sizing me up, wearing the same skimpy slip.
"Hmm... good. The fact that you're not handsome actually makes it more believable."
This bitch...
I felt a brief surge of annoyance at her immediately judging my face, but I couldn't let such a trivial thing ruin the big event.
She sat on the living room sofa, crossed her legs, and gestured at me with her chin.
"First, let's verify if it's real or bullshit."
"Just don't freak out."
"Heh, I won't."
I slowly pulled down my pants and underwear all the way to my ankles.
The confident smirk on the woman's face vanished instantly.
She swallowed hard, her expression freezing as she stared intently at my package.
"What's wrong? I thought you wouldn't freak out."
Looking at her face, which was painted with shock, she was definitely freaked out.
"Ahem... seeing it in person... it does look a bit bigger."
"Once it goes inside, you're going to lose your mind."
"Haha, we'll have to see about that. How do I know you're not a minute man?"
"A minute man? Even if I were, what of it with this size? Even with a semi-hard dick, sending a bitch like you to heaven is child's play."
"Pfft, crazy bastard. Put your pants back on for now. I need to set up the stream. You don't mind your face showing, right?"
"Of course. I'm going to stream too."
"Alright. Let's go in."
As soon as I pulled my pants up, she grabbed my arm as if she had been waiting, and pulled me into the room.
"Oppas, I'm back~."
She let out a coquettish coo the moment she sat down. I sat down on the empty chair next to her.
"Yeah, it's real. This guy is fucking huge."
"Hold on a second. Let me change the title and build some hype."
She placed her hands on the keyboard and typed rapidly. A moment later, the stream title changed.
"Okay, then I'll show you the outline as an appetizer. Pervert, stand up."
I stood up as she instructed.
She pulled down my pants and grabbed my hips, pushing them toward the camera so that the outline of my member, clearly visible through my boxer briefs, was on full display.
Seeing this reaction, which bordered on sheer terror, my tension slowly began to melt away.