Simultaneous Finish

Whether because the minimum for voice donations had been set at a hundred thousand won, the feminists' petty little provocations kept getting steamrolled by multi-million-won high-roller gifts that mocked the amounts outright. The two sides clashed like a war.

Heh heh heh… fuck. This is its own kind of insane…

I roughly snatched up Ye-wol's ankle from where she lay sprawled on the floor.

"Hey, hey… easy, easy!!"

"Shut up!"

I ignored her pleading and folded both her ankles up over her head, pinning them to the floor. Her body folded cleanly in half. I adjusted the angle of that sky-high ass so the cam would catch every bit of it.

"Heh, here I go, you bitch… brace yourself."

"Shit, fuck… for real… I'm gonna lose it… huff, huff, huff."

Watching Ye-wol pant with an expression that could have been anticipation or terror, I put my full weight behind it and drove my cock home in one brutal stroke.

SCHLURP—! SMACK!

"Haaaaaangh!"

Her insides, already melted into a limp mess, swallowed my weapon all the way to the root without the slightest resistance.

"Hyaaaah!"

SCHLURP, SMACK! THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

There was no mercy. I jackhammered my hips like a machine.

"Keengh! Hyaang! Hweeoong! Hwaak! Be gentle! Slow down!"

"You fucking bitch! Didn't I say a woman keeps her upper hole shut and only talks with the lower one?! Close that mouth!"

"You son of a bitch!! Hyaaaaang!"

I glanced at the phone lying next to her and checked the chat. Even the shit-stirrers seemed to have lost their words in front of the sheer visual overload—or maybe they were just getting off on what we were doing—because they had gone completely quiet. The chat was now plastered with pure, unhinged worship.

"Fuck… this is so goddamn hot!"

Cam 2 was broadcasting Ye-wol's ruined face in full detail—tears, snot, and drool streaming while her eyes rolled back. Cam 3 was live-streaming the way my cock pulled out long and then slammed back in, sending her juices flying in every direction. That filthy, violent spectacle short-circuited my reason and only made my hips pound harder.

SCHLURP, SMACK! SCHLURP, SMACK! THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

"You fucking bitch! Get a grip and squeeze a little! You not even trying?!"

"Ugh, ugh, uh… hweuk, uh, uh…."

Ye-wol was just spitting out bestial death-rattle moans like a broken doll, her mind already gone. Her insides, stretched to the limit and melted soft, couldn't clamp down on me anymore. But the sight of her face completely dissolved in pleasure sent an unbearable urge to cum surging up through me.

Still, ending it like this felt a little incomplete. I figured I could make the board even bigger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

SCHLURP—.

I drew my hips all the way back, leaving just the tip of the head barely resting at her entrance, and wrapped one hand around my veiny cock.

"Aigoo! Fuck! How are you this bad at a woman's basic job?! What am I supposed to do if you already check out?"

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

I slapped that stupid little clit with my fully enraged meat and shouted at the camera.

"Brothers! Signal's here! Where do I dump it? Creampie? Facial? We go with whoever shoots the most!"

The second the words left my mouth the chat exploded and the donation war kicked off.

In the middle of that tense standoff, the decisive blow that settled everything landed.

I put every scrap of control I had into that last proposal. Grabbing Ye-wol's hips, I slammed my cock in to the hilt in one stroke.

SCHLURP, SMACK!

"Hweuup!"

The instant I felt the head punch through her hot inner walls and shove against her cervix, I detonated the orgasm.

GUSH, BRRRRT! GUSH, BRRRRT!

"Hup!!"

The second wave hammered her womb. I remembered every Kegel I'd ever ground out and clenched my prostate like a madman.

"Hwaap!"

Without missing a beat I yanked my hips all the way back.

POP!

The cock that slid free with a cheerful sound was aimed straight at Ye-wol's face. The pressure that had been held back exploded.

"FIRE!!!"

BRRRRRRT! BRRT! SPLAT!

A heavy rope of cum hauled up from deep in my lower belly arced through the air and landed across Ye-wol's face.

"Hweuk…."

White fluid dripped down over her closed eyelashes and cheeks. Inside and out—everything filthy. The perfect finale.

The chat flooded with lmao strings, "insane control," and "human anatomy exhibition" worship, while hundreds-of-thousands-won donations poured in like rain.

"Huff… huff… Brothers! I'm out for today! Thanks again!"

I gasped out the final goodbye. As a little closing service I spread the legs of the Ye-wol still sprawled on the floor wide open. Cam 2 ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠showed her dazed face glazed in my cum; Cam 3 showed her swollen red hole with everything I'd pumped into her slowly leaking out. I left that perfect composition behind and stepped off-camera.

The stream was still running, but I didn't care. I collapsed onto the living-room sofa and, with the fatigue rolling over me, sank into deep sleep.

Slap, slap.

"Ugh!"

A stinging sensation on my cock forced my eyes open.

"Aigoo… you pretty ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thing. Our little money-maker's awake?"

The first thing I saw was Ye-wol cupping my face in both hands and looking at me with honey dripping from her eyes.

"Sleep well?"

"Uh… I think I slept fine, but my body's all stiff."

"You pounded me like a maniac and you're fine? That'd be the weird part."

She giggled and tugged my hand.

"Get up. Let's eat."

"What? Food?"

I staggered toward the table and found a sight I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠couldn't believe. The spicy smell of kimchi jjigae hit my nose, and neat side dishes filled the whole surface.

"Not delivery?"

"I showed off a little skill."

"Oh… look at this bitch."

Half moved, half starving, I sat down and picked up the spoon. The hot broth went down and my insides instantly unclenched. I was shoveling rice like a man possessed when Ye-wol, chin in her hand across the table, watching me, finally spoke.

"Hey, you know how much the dawn stream donations hit?"

"Hmm… no idea. Don't remember exactly, but it felt like more than last time so… maybe seventy? Eighty?"

Eighty million won. Hearing myself toss around a sum that would have made my hands and feet shake only a few days earlier felt a little alien.

Ye-wol curled the corner of her mouth and enunciated every syllable.

"Heh heh heh. One hundred… forty-two… million… eight hundred thousand won!"

"Pffft! What?! O-one hundred forty-two million?!"

I almost spat the rice. Even with my senses dulled, an overnight donation total that started with "one hundred million" was a whole different dimension.

"Damn… good thing we streamed… nice work, Ye-wol."

"Huh? Me? You're the one who did it, you little shit."

"…Me?"

The spoon in my hand froze in midair.

"Huh? You don't remember?"

"Uh… I don't."

"Heh, so you're a total lightweight who only has a big dick but can't hold his liquor?"

"Can you shut up with the booze flex."

"Heh heh heh heh."

Ye-wol clutched her stomach laughing. A man who'd lived his whole life as a real bro, losing a drinking contest to a woman—my pride took a clean hit. I dunked my reddening face into the bowl and silently shoveled more rice.

"Good?"

"Yeah. You cook well. I'll give you that!"

I stuck my thumb up and shoved the awkward moment past.

After the meal we sat in front of the computer again with solemn hearts.

"Let's go!"

"Let's fucking go!"

Ye-wol grabbed the mouse; I laid my hand over hers.

Click.

We logged into the K-Fans creator page and hit the [Revenue Management] tab. The numbers that had piled up overnight greeted us.

"Hwaa…."

"Hweuup…."

With that much money sitting right in front of our eyes, our voices actually stuck in our throats and wouldn't come out. We locked eyes, swallowed the cheers that wanted to explode, and just trembled.

This unreal hundred-million-won haul raked in over such a short time. Through each other's body heat we confirmed the numbers weren't a dream, and we shuddered in silence.

And that evening—

Only after the sales count finally punched through twenty thousand did the graph that had been rocketing toward the ceiling slowly lower its head and settle into a gentle downward curve. The open-day frenzy was over; we had entered the stable pension zone.

We shut the computer and headed for the bedroom.

SCHLURP, SMACK! THUMP, THUMP!

"Haeng, haang, haang…."

"Hweup!"

No stream. No filming. This time it was just the two of us for real.

"You fucking bitch, feel good? My cock that good?"

"Yeah, yeah… eungh! So fucking good… tastes so fucking good…!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and poured out honest lust. That unfiltered reaction only got me hotter.

"Heh heh heh, you fucking bitch…. Squeeze. Squeeze harder!"

"Hweuuu… you bastard!"

"Hweuup!"

As if answering my rough provocation, her scorching insides clamped down on my cock and squeezed like crazy. The overwhelming stimulation burned my brain white.

Yeah, this is it…!

I locked onto her hips hard enough to break them and slammed my cock home.

SCHLUUURP, SMACK!

"Hyaaaaang!"

We tangled all night long, feeding on the high of success and on each other's heat. Only after I poured myself into her deep places two times, three times, as much as I wanted, did our long night finally end.

"Haa… haa…."

Without even thinking about wiping the sweat off, we locked arms tight around each other and sank into deep sleep.

This is what life is….

It had been a perfect night.