Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Chairman's Explosive Support
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'She's pretty, huh?'
Even to Kkoking, who'd met countless broadcasters, she was a genuine beauty.
If that face came with a killer body, he'd have pegged her as girlfriend material.
Still, she had that slim allure going for her.
Perfect for a one-night stand or friends-with-benefits setup.
"Alright, BJ Ppangit. If you could stand over here. And give us a quick intro."
"Yes! Hello! I'm BJ Ppangit!"
Ppangit introduced herself in a trembling voice.
Anyone could see she was nervous, and the viewers responded with fond, fatherly smiles.
If it had been a male broadcaster or an ugly one pulling this, the chat would be flooded with insults.
But Ppangit was a beauty.
Pretty people make anything look cute.
"Hahaha. You're super tense. No need to be—I'm not a bad guy. You gotta tell us when you stream and what kind of content, right? This is your chance to promo to 70,000 viewers. Rare opportunity."
"Oh! Right! I do music streams and talk shows mostly. Weekdays from 2 PM to 7 PM, weekends 10 AM to 3 PM. Off on Thursdays."
"Got it. Alright... Whoa! What the—?"
Right as Ppangit's intro wrapped up, Unemployed King's full-bloom donation exploded.
Kkoking, checking the chat mid-flow, jumped in shock.
Donations rarely popped during content segments.
No electronic girl readout, and Kkoking was too busy hosting to watch the donation window.
So a bloom in that setup? And from a fresh username and nickname? Double shock.
"Oh! That's our room's Chairman! Chairman oppa! Thank you!"
"Aigoo. Got it. Huge thanks, bro. No fanclap message, so you've dropped into my room before too, huh? How come I don't remember... Anyway, massive thanks."
Ppangit beamed shyly, bragging a bit, while Kkoking bowed deeply in gratitude.
But it didn't end there.
"Wha—huh?! Crazy! Aigoo! Chairman! Thank you! I'll do great!"
Coins bursting one after another.
Total 100,000 gifted—Kkoking prostrated himself on the floor in thanks.
He hated flow-breaks during content above all.
That's why he'd blocked electronic girl too.
But this? Had to thank, even if it halted everything.
100,000 coins—10 million won.
The chat went wild from the barrage.
Most viewers were breadkongs firing zero coins or Hardcore Fans with under 10 coins/tokens.
So they envied Unemployed King's power to drop 100k like nothing.
"Ah, bro. Gotta keep the content rolling, so thanks here only. Really sorry. And really grateful. Come hang in my room lots more. Thanks."
Kkoking wrapped the reaction with shock, a bow, and thanks—peeling off the 100k fuss.
Anyone else pulling that? Labeled trash broadcaster, attacked nonstop.
But he was one of Koreatv's big three.
Content host? Reactions optional.
"Chairman fired up Ppangit's aura perfectly—no need for more. That coin power! Capital force! Pure charm, right? Let's jump into the blind date."
Kkoking smoothly pivoted the donation hype to dating sim.
Kim Hyosang and Ppangit sat face-to-face, chatting.
Kkoking stepped back for date vibes.
'Too bad.'
Pity.
Wanted Ppangit—refined beauty—as FWB.
But that goalkeeper? Tough barrier.
Whale dropping 10 mil to boost a femcam's vibe.
Way too much just 'cause she's hot and fun.
Even for a loaded whale.
Definite prior connection.
FWB maybe, or dating.
Anyway, Kkoking shelved Ppangit pursuits.
His status and fans? Could snag her easy.
But beefing with a whale? Zero upside for a broadcaster.
Approach her, she gripes to Unemployed King—bad rep spreads among whales.
Not baseless worry.
Hed beefed hard with one before, got burned bad.
Koreatv whales ran private group chats.
More groups than fingers—each with aims.
Common thread: Mutual pulls and pushes.
Collusion, basically.
They banded for top treatment in Koreatv's mini-society.
Real world? Money flex = backlash.
Koreatv? Spending = worship.
Chats amped that efficient and destructive.
Simple ops: Flood target BJs or starve 'em.
"Coin lock"—cripples BJs hard.
~70% of Koreatv coins—exaggerate, 90%+—whales burn.
BJ incomes? Whale whims.
Targeted in a whale chat? Revenue tanks.
Only a major like Kkoking survived it.
No ads/homework/sponsors? Quit soon after lock.
'Better drop it.'
Kkoking quashed the regret quick.
Women everywhere—not just Ppangit.
He ditched dirty thoughts, refocused on stream.
"Ha-ut...!"
Lee Ye-rin let out a sweet moan, laptop perched on her back.
His cock was buried in her pussy.
"Table legs shaking bad. Defective?"
"'Cause you keep moving, Hyunwoo...!"
"Huh? Table talking now?"
Lee Hyunwoo raised his hand high.
But it didn't smack her ass.
Discipline vs. education: Sharp line.
That's how fear sinks bone-deep.
Want her broken and listless? Beat freely.
But Lee Hyunwoo craved her usual charm plus obedience.
No spank? Other ways.
He slid the raised hand to her ass crack.
Thumb grazed her asshole.
"Ah, ack! Hyunwoo! That's dirty!"
"Dirty? Didn't wash good?"
"I did wash... but touching feels... Ah-ut!"
"Shake, shake. Remember: Laptop hits bed? Three-day ban."
"Ugh...!"
Her body stiffened.
Hates bans that much?
Later, ask: Education or ban—which worse?
Slooow, sloooow.
Lee Hyunwoo rocked leisurely.
Still, her juices leaked steadily.
She felt pleasure from this.
Tremors from ass upward.
"Mm...!"
Laptop teetered on the brink.
Ye-rin held her breath, straining for stability.
Lee Hyunwoo watched her efforts gleefully.
Perfect, right?
Eyes on rotating pretty BJs.
Cock pounding an even prettier one's pussy.
True luxury vacay, true sex.
Then, a chat popped in Lee Hyunwoo's window.
1:1 convo.
Managers could chat too?
Nickname: [C8] Canteen.
Hardcore Fan with Kkoking's pennant.
What?
Sudden chat? First time, curious.
Questions.
Lee Hyunwoo, whale life barely four days in, had seen all sorts.
Trash-talkers, beggars, boasters.
Weirdos swarmed via chat, whispers, DMs.
DMs ignored, whispers full-blocked, chats kicked.
This guy too?
Nah—Hardcore Fan, loaded, probably legit.
Kept chatting.
Kkoking's Hardcore Fan tossed trivial questions.
No harm answering, so Lee Hyunwoo did.
Then they grated—brought up whale group chat.
Group chat, huh...
Lee Hyunwoo, casual booze mukbang watcher, hadn't known.
Sounded like whales' play club.
No strings? Why not peek.