Toasting Three Hundred Million

I pressed a hand over my racing heart and opened the creator earnings page again.

"Holy shit…"

"Alright, goddamn it, I can finally breathe easy."

All I'd done was step away for a quick community dive, and the total sales had already jumped another eight hundred units from four thousand.

"We should toast this, right?"

"Obviously! If we don't drink tonight, when the hell else are we going to?"

The moment the number crossed into the hundred-million range, the knot in my chest finally loosened.

Ye-wol hummed a little tune as she headed out to the living room, then came back loaded down with expensive whiskey and snacks.

"Here we go—I've been dying to crack this open! Setup complete!"

She popped the bottle with practiced ease and glanced at me.

"Want to turn the stream on while we drink?"

"No."

I cut her suggestion dead. She was already fiddling with the broadcast gear anyway.

"Aw, come on! If we go live right now people are going to flood in like crazy!"

"No… just no. It'd be nice if things went the way you're thinking, but I get the feeling turning it on now would backfire."

"Huh? The way I'm thinking? What am I thinking?"

"You're trying to snag a bunch of new regulars while the hype is still exploding, aren't you?"

"Ooh… look at you being sharp."

"I've always been sharp."

"Then let's turn it on! C'mon, pleaseee!"

Ye-wol bounced on her toes begging, and for a split second she actually looked cute. I shook the thought right out of my head.

Fucking bitch… acting like she's not her age.

I shook that off just as fast and opened my mouth.

"Our video's got a ton of aggro on it right now."

"Yeah… that's exactly why we should go live!"

She clenched both fists and laid on the aegyo again. I almost threw a punch for real.

"You fucking bitch!"

Thwack!

"Ow! You crazy bastard!"

It wasn't almost—I actually did it. Just a light smack on the arm, but her face said she was properly sulking.

"I'm not falling for it."

At my firm tone Ye-wol stuck out her lower lip and backed down.

"Fine, fine… I got a little too excited myself… If we went live now the trolls would swarm us too…"

"Glad you get it."

"I've been streaming for years, you know! I can read a room that well."

"Then why'd you want to turn it on?"

"Shut up."

"Yeah."

Smack!

I stuck my tongue out and mocked her; she immediately cracked me across the back of the head like she'd been waiting for the chance.

"Ow! You fucking bitch."

"You hit me first!"

"Yeah."

"Yeah!"

"Weh…"

"Waaah…"

We kept up the childish bickering for a while after that.

"Cheers!"

We clinked glasses with the earnings window still open on the screen.

We didn't need any other snacks.

That sales graph climbing without a single pause was the best side dish money could buy.

Gulp, gulp.

The bitter whiskey sliding down my throat tasted sweet as honey today.

Schlick, smack! Schlick, smack!

"Hwehng! Hwehng! Hwaang! Ahang!"

Ah… what the hell?

Heavy, electric pleasure radiated from my cock while a woman's moans slammed straight into my ears.

In the haze of half-consciousness my mouth ran on its own, completely bypassing my brain.

"Brothers!! This is all thanks to you guys!!! Thank you!!!"

Schliiick, smaack!

"Hwaaaaaah!"

I reflexively snapped my hips and blinked my eyes open.

Right… ten thousand units.

I remembered sales hitting ten thousand, profits blasting past three hundred million, the heat and the booze surging up together, and me fucking Ye-wol like an animal. That much was clear.

What I absolutely could not remember was turning the stream on.

Yet fierce lights poured over my back and the occasional donation chime from the speakers kept smacking my ears.

"What are you doing? Don't stop… rock me… fuck me harder!"

Ye-wol locked her arms around my neck and whined.

I was standing with my ass barely perched on the edge of a desk buried in streaming gear; Ye-wol had both feet planted on either side of the desk and was clinging to me.

I held her ass up with both hands and worked my hips in midair, straining.

"This is hard… you bitch…"

Even with my ass braced on the desk, holding up a full-grown woman and fucking her was hard labor.

In my foggy head my arm muscles started seizing and screaming.

I was about to lower her to the floor when the strength left me.

"Ugh, wait… let's get down…"

The moment my grip on her ass started to give out—

".......!!!"

Ten million won.

The second that overwhelming sound and that order hit me, brand-new strength flooded into muscles that had been completely spent.

I clamped down on Ye-wol's ass again and hoisted her up in one smooth motion.

"Brother!!!!! Your word is my command!!!!"

Schliiick, smaack!

"Hweuuuuuuh…"

I had no idea how much longer I kept slamming into her.

My lower stomach and thighs were already soaked and sticky with the juices Ye-wol had poured out, and every time I pistoned into her the body hanging around my neck shuddered like she'd been electrocuted.

Ah… that doesn't matter… if a bitch is getting fucked by my cock, what does time matter…

"Hwaaaaaahp! Die, you fucking bitch!!"

Schliiick, smack! Thud, thud, thud!

"Hweh… hweh… hwaang!"

Powered by pure capitalism, I drove my hips upward like I was trying to punch through her womb.

"Huk, huk! Hey, w-wait a second! Stop! This is weird!"

"What's weird, you bitch… a minute ago you were begging me to rock you harder!"

"No, I mean it… I'm really weird… I feel like my mind's actually going to fly away…! Why the hell do you suddenly have so much energy?!"

Ye-wol thrashed in midair like she was scared, pushing at my shoulders to get free.

But the second ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my cock dragged back out and scraped her hypersensitive walls, the arms shoving me down went limp and she collapsed around my neck again.

That extra weight drove my cock even deeper, all the way to the root.

Schlick, smack!

"Hweuaaaaang!"

"Shut up!!!"

Right on cue the speakers howled.

"Hehehe! You heard what Big Bro said, right?!"

I used the donation message as an excuse to pin her down even rougher.

The me who had been blacked out and thrusting on pure instinct was completely different from the me who was fully conscious now.

I thoroughly ignored Ye-wol's head-thrown-back wails and kept holding her ass up in the air, driving my cock into her again and again.

"Hweh… hweeeeh… I'm cumming… cumming… you fucking pervert, you cocksucking bastard!!!"

"Hnnngh!"

The second Ye-wol spat out that venomous curse I felt her clamp down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like she was trying to snap my cock clean off—proof she was climaxing hard.

"Uuugh! Brothers! This bitch is squeezing like crazy!! I'm gonna cum at this rate!!!"

I'd only just gotten my head clear; ending it right here felt wrong.

I decided to milk more donations and let the next message tell me whether to just dump it inside her or keep going.

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"Yes, Big Bro!! Your word is my command!"

I locked my arms tight around her back and the nape of her neck while she hung in the air.

From the outside it looked like I was slamming her down hard, but in reality I lowered her carefully—keeping us locked together—so we wouldn't come apart, yet still pressed her firmly to the floor.

Thud.

"Haah… hey, w-what are you trying to do?"

Ye-wol lay on her back gasping, completely lost.

"What do you think! We're having sex!"

I snagged my phone from where it had been rolling on the floor.

I unlocked it on autopilot and jumped into Ye-wol's room.

Huh? Something happen?

The chat was dead silent. Looking closer, I realized it had been frozen.

Ah… right, the trolls…

I had no clear memory of exactly how it went down while I was blacked out, but it looked like a hell-party had broken out and either Ye-wol or the manager had slammed the freeze on in a panic.

"Hey Ye-wol, what's the deal with this?"

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I asked the girl pinned under me, but she just kept breathing those lazy, spent little gasps.

I turned my head and raised my voice enough to carry.

"Hey! Whoever locked the chat—unlock it right now! No, wait, please unlock it!"

The second the words left my mouth the frozen chat window thawed and a flood of text came pouring out.

I'd expected a raid this size to wreck my mental state.

Strangely enough, though, the trolls' desperate thrashing just made me enjoy myself more.

"Hehehe, hey. Wake up a little… the chat's a complete circus right now. It's fucking hilarious."

"Heheheh, hilarious my ass… you idiot… I'm seriously about to die, so just cum already and finish…"

Ye-wol was already half out of her body, panting. I snorted and rolled my hips.

"You just keep squeezing nice and tight and I'll cum, so quit worrying."

Squish, squelch, squelch.

"Hweuuuuu…"

Her body, already past its limit, started trembling all over again.

"Just wait."

I twisted around, adjusted the angle on camera three stuck to the floor, then repositioned camera two on the ceiling so it framed Ye-wol's pleasure-wrecked face perfectly.

Then I dragged the high-end mic from the desk straight down and planted it right under where we were joined so every wet sound would come through crystal clear.

"Listen up, you fucking feminist bitches!!! A woman's upper hole stays shut—she only talks with the lower one! You stinking fucking bitches!!"

I declared war, pulled my hips back, and slammed in hard for the whole world to see.

Schliiiiick! Smaack!

"Hwaaaaaaak!"

A scream tore out of Ye-wol's mouth at the exact same instant the wet slap of flesh exploded from below.

And right on cue, capitalism's roar ripped the speakers apart.