Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Ye-rin's Confession
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Lee Ye-rin thought to herself.
Why was she enduring all this pain, hardship, and torment?
The old her would have stormed out long ago.
No, she would have cut ties with Lee Hyunwoo right from the moment he whipped her ass with that belt.
And sued him for assault, of course.
Yet here Lee Ye-rin was, patiently bearing every agony and holding her ground.
Why?
Because she was scared of Lee Hyunwoo?
That could be part of it.
But only half the truth.
Throughout the entire training, he'd kept telling her she could quit anytime she wanted.
But she'd been the one to refuse.
She'd sensed that quitting here would truly end things with him for good.
She didn't want to sever ties with Lee Hyunwoo.
Just two days without seeing him had been utter agony and frustration.
For life?
No way.
She really, really didn't want that.
This had to be...
Love.
Yes, love.
There were heaps of things that couldn't be explained any other way.
She could endure even this because she loved Lee Hyunwoo.
'I'll be more careful from now on.'
Lee Hyunwoo was usually so kind, but his sudden shifts were terrifying.
She never wanted to go through anything like today again.
She had to watch out and never do anything he'd hate.
Or it'd be pure hell.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah. It hurts so freaking much. It was awful."
Lee Hyunwoo's voice softened a little.
Lee Ye-rin didn't miss her chance and asked right away.
She let out cute, pitiful whimpers and turned on the charm.
Lee Hyunwoo chuckled.
Aegyo success.
Time to push a bit further.
With that thought, Lee Ye-rin started to sit up in bed.
But Lee Hyunwoo's voice cut in first.
"Don't move. I'll put the medicine on when it gets here."
"Ah, okay. Got it."
Lee Hyunwoo picked up the hotel phone and ordered a ton of ointments good for bruises and wounds.
It wasn't long before the waiter arrived with the items, and Lee Hyunwoo went to the door to grab them.
"Ah...!"
A cool, refreshing sensation spread across her ass.
Lee Hyunwoo's hands carefully caressed her body.
A touch that was cool yet warm.
Lee Ye-rin felt like she was being compensated for all that suffering.
"Oh man, what a mess. Your face and body are all banged up. No broadcasting for a while like this."
"Mm...!"
You did this to me.
Lee Ye-rin thought it, but she couldn't say it outright like usual.
She'd just resolved to be careful, and the fear of him was now etched deep in her heart.
Instead, Lee Ye-rin confessed her feelings.
Feelings she'd already spilled earlier.
Doing it once made the second time easy.
"Hyunwoo."
"Yeah?"
"I love you..."
How would he react?
Lee Ye-rin's unflappable heart pounded wildly.
She hoped for something like "Me too" or "I love you."
But she knew the odds were slim.
Lee Ye-rin might be a bit nuts, but she was sharp.
She confessed anyway because she'd already done it once.
And because she wanted to worm her way into his heart even a little.
As expected, Lee Hyunwoo didn't give her the answer she craved.
Instead, he smirked, lips curling up.
"You really love me?"
"Yes."
"We haven't even known each other that long."
"Love at first sight happens. Four days is plenty."
"Hmm... So you're saying we should date?"
"Y-yeah? If we date, I'll be so good to you! I'll do anything you want, whatever it is!"
Was there a chance here?
Excited, Lee Ye-rin snapped her head up.
But Lee Hyunwoo's eyes meeting hers held no thrill or excitement.
He stared at her with cold, piercing eyes.
"Told you not to move. Want me to etch it in again? That my orders come first, no matter what."
"Ah! S-sorry! My fault! Getting back in position!"
Before she even finished speaking, her body was back on the bed, hands planted.
Movement like a well-trained mutt.
"I won't say a word about your feelings. Love me, like me, whatever. But don't expect me to return them. Still good?"
Harsh words.
But Lee Ye-rin didn't mind.
No guy she'd ever set her sights on had resisted her.
Though plenty had bailed later from her clinginess and craziness.
"So I can keep loving you?"
"Up to you. Just know—if something like today happens again, retraining will be way harsher. Got it?"
"Yes! Won't happen. Don't worry. Hyunwoo, so me chasing you is fine?"
"As long as you don't cross the line?"
"Yes. Perfect. Ah...!"
A cool sensation touched her pussy.
Having finished with her face and body, Lee Hyunwoo applied lube to her pussy.
And immediately, insertion.
The massive cock slid inside her pussy.
"Ah..., Hyunwoo."
The fullness made Lee Ye-rin moan.
"Sis, you're a desk with a pussy hole from now on. Don't move. Stay still."
"Huh? What?"
A desk?
What was that supposed to mean?
Before she could ask again, a laptop was placed on her back.
Lee Ye-rin quickly figured out what he was up to.
He planned to watch Koreatv broadcasts with his cock buried inside her.
"Sex while watching a stream?"
"Quiet. You see tables talking?"
"..."
Having shut Lee Ye-rin's mouth, Lee Hyunwoo entered Koking's room.
Current time: 9:41 PM.
Koking—one of Koreatv's big three—was bantering with viewers, warming up.
Looked like content was about to kick off.
Lee Hyunwoo was a pretty regular viewer of Koking.
Worth the big three title: sharp tongue, hilarious.
He'd tossed coins his way sometimes.
Nothing huge—just 7-coin Electronic Girl chats.
Tonight's content: blind dates.
Koreatv's old-school staple, dubbed "again-ting."
Stale, sure—but it always drew crowds.
Lee Hyunwoo watched the stream, slowly rocking his hips at a leisurely pace.
Broadcaster Koking.
His nickname was short for Dick King.
Of course, publicly he claimed it stood for Koreatv King.
His huge cock had gotten him bullied as a kid, but post-puberty, he realized it was a brag-worthy asset and started calling himself Koking.
His school nickname had stuck ever since.
Unfortunately, all his physical stats had gone into that one feature.
His face was uniquely ugly by comparison.
It was a huge stressor in normal life.
He'd even considered plastic surgery from the stress.
Then his looks became an unbeatable edge in the streaming world.
People hurled insults just looking at him—and paid for the privilege.
A single grimace would flood the chat with "lol."
Koking built his channel step by step, wielding his face like a weapon.
And claimed the title of Koreatv's big three.
"Guests all confirmed?"
Ten minutes to broadcast.
Waiting screen up, Koking hounded his manager.
The manager was indispensable in his life.
He delegated everything outside live streaming.
This dynamic leaked into streams so much that viewers joked the manager spoon-fed him meals.
He worked the guy like a salt farm slave, but the manager never complained.
Paid too damn well.
"Yeah. Should be here soon. No one's late."
"Cool. Hyo-sang?"
"Passed out on the first floor."
"Wake his ass up and get him here. Starting soon."
Hyo-sang was tonight's main guest.
Legendary ex-pro gamer, now Koreatv streamer. He'd beaten Koking in a game bet to snag these blind date rights.
Prep complete.
Koking hit start.
Then stared at the camera with a deliberately dopey expression.
One viewers gathered at the promise of blind date content.
Blind dates and marriage shows—nothing beat them, no matter how "again-ting" the chants.
Starting at 10k meant 50-60k easy once the real fun hit.
As the camera panned to Koking, viewers unleashed their ritual "ueok"—code for shock at his face.
A broadcast staple.
A few might mean it sincerely, but Koking was unfazed.
His looks were the ultimate cheat code.
"Hey everyone. Got a zit here. Fuck, it's massive."
Koking spewed whatever came to mind, easing into the opening.
The opener was pure warmup.
Shooting the shit to loosen his mouth and brain.
Early arrivals were core fans—they ate up anything he said.
Soon enough, he brought out tonight's main guest, Kim Hyo-sang.
Koking teased and jabbed him for laughs.
"Current events" talk dragged on as mindless chatter until nearing 10 PM.
Then Koking shifted his tone just a touch.
"Alright! Time for the main event. No more 'again-ting' spam, folks. Hyo-sang earned this fair and square, so watch with open minds. We got a whopping 20 blind date girls. Way too many, right? Ten minutes each is 200 minutes! So we added a rule: this magic button!"
Koking handed a button to Hyo-sang.
"Hit this, and the girl gets booted home instantly. Boring? Don't like her? Mash it whenever. Got it, Hyo-sang?"
"Ah, I press it?"
"That's what I said. Were you even listening? So many people—don't play nice and skip it, or the stream tanks. Slam it. Hard. No dragging—let's jump in! Manager! Send the first one!"
Blind date contestants split into low-tier female cam broadcasters recruited via notices and mid-to-top tiers scouted.
Early slots usually went to low-tiers.
Why were they low-tier?
Rarely 'cause they were new.
Mostly no standout charm, stuck at the bottom.
Having seen countless, Koking gave them rote reactions—praise, hype.
He was ugly, but his standards sky-high.
Koreatv's unique scene meant even he crossed paths with tons of pretty, curvy girls.
So his vibe toward low-tier female cams was pure autopilot.
Then a female cam who reignited his spark stepped up as guest.
"Next up: Broadcaster Ppangit!"