Chapter 64
Chapter 64
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Eavesdropping Next Door
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While Lee Hyunwoo was savoring Choi Soo-hyun's body...
Next door, desperate efforts were underway to eavesdrop.
"Tch, can't hear a damn thing. Soundproofing's way too good."
A woman with a face anyone would call pretty and a glamorous figure.
Broadcaster Darling—Lee Ye-rin—pressed her ear against the wall, trying to gauge what was happening in room 1104.
But it wasn't easy.
She could faintly make out some moans...
Ppangit's voice was soft to begin with, and the high-end hotel's soundproofing was top-notch, letting through only the slightest noises.
"Ah! Right, they said using a cup makes the sound louder."
That's when she remembered paper cup telephones from childhood.
A simple scientific principle.
Sound waves travel through air vibrations but also bounce off solid surfaces like a paper cup.
This artificially amplified the noise.
She might be crazy, but she wasn't stupid.
Lee Ye-rin quickly thought of the eavesdropping method and pressed a glass cup against the wall.
Definitely clearer than before.
Not enough to catch full conversations, but she could tell who was speaking.
"Haa, Hyunwoo-ya. Hyunwoo-ya. Hyunwoo-ya. Hyunwoo-ya...."
She heard Lee Hyunwoo's voice.
Completely smitten with him, Lee Ye-rin blushed.
All that reached her ears was the muffled timbre of his voice.
But that was fine.
In Darling's mind, it rang out crystal clear.
'Noona—no, Ye-rin. You know you're mine, right? If you think about anyone else, I'll kill you. Look only at me. Got it?'
Words he'd never actually say.
But that's exactly what Lee Ye-rin heard.
"Ha-ut, eung. Unconditionally. I'm yours. Hyunwoo-ya. Haa...."
Hot breaths escaped Lee Ye-rin's lips.
Her body burned.
Naturally, her fingers drifted between her legs.
She wanted to see him.
To hold him.
To kiss him.
To have sex with him.
Her desires swelled madly.
But she had to hold back.
To repeat: Lee Ye-rin was insane, not a complete idiot.
A normal person. Or in some ways, sharper than most.
Especially when it came to love, obsession, and relationships.
'I want to see him. Touch him. See him. Touch him. See him. Touch him. See him. Touch him. See him. Touch him. See him. Touch him. See him. Touch him.'
But she couldn't.
Hyunwoo would hate it.
She'd already screwed up twice the same way.
If he found out she'd come to the room next door, he might get mad.
And that 'education'...
For Lee Ye-rin, who absolutely despised anything painful or unpleasant, it had been pure hell.
If it hadn't been Hyunwoo, she would've stabbed the guy with a kitchen knife.
So she had to endure.
Be careful.
Act cautiously, without getting caught.
Stab.
"Eut."
Stab, stab.
"Hyunwoo-ya. Just wait a bit. I'll keep those bad girls away from you. Haa, aaang."
Rewind to Sunday.
Hwasun didn't crawl out of bed until well past noon.
The blanket slipped away with a rustle, revealing her perfect figure.
Natural endowments, sure—but honed through relentless workouts and care.
Glance.
Hwasun turned her head slightly to eye the bed.
The whale from last night was still dead to the world.
Her stream had wrapped at dawn.
After that, they'd met up, grabbed food, had a drink or two, then hit the hotel for sex.
No wonder he was out cold.
'Four points?'
Without hesitation, she turned away, replaying last night and assigning a score.
The one guilty pleasure in her daily grind of scraping together cash?
Judging these loaded whales by her own standards.
Being treated like a sex slave or whore meant flipping the script—even briefly—felt like reclaiming power in their dynamic.
Self-consolation, sure, but whatever.
Anyway, this whale had been a total letdown.
Should've clocked it from his stingy coin donations.
The restaurant hadn't even been worth looking forward to—just some shellfish barbecue joint.
And haggling over ten million won for one fuck? Calling it too pricey?
Sex had been godawful too.
Hence, four points.
Why not lower? Because plenty were even worse.
Money didn't come easy.
But Hwasun clawed it together anyway.
Time was fair to everyone.
Her youth, beauty, killer body—they'd all fade someday.
She wanted a fat stack to coast through life comfortably first.
'Put on a little weight?'
Hwasun stood before the bathroom's full-length mirror.
She scanned her body up and down.
Morning... well, wake-up routine.
At home, she'd hop on the scale for precise numbers.
Hotel? Eyeball it.
'The booze, probably.'
Dawn drinks couldn't possibly show up now, but that's what she told herself.
Why did guys always push drinks on women?
If it was that great, drink alone.
"Tch."
Clicking her tongue in dissatisfaction, Hwasun turned on the shower.
'Today's bookings... none. Tomorrow, one new whale.'
Introduced by Financial Therapy Expert, one of her Hardcore Fans.
Definitely from that group.
Those guys? No money worries.
Private chat for hundred-million-plus coin whales only.
"Oppa, oppa. Wake up."
Shower done, hair dried, makeup flawless—Hwasun shook the snoring whale awake.
Lame as he was, he was still a cash pipeline. Treat him right.
Hence, shaking him naked.
Flash this prime body before leaving? Guarantee a callback.
"Ugh... what time is it? Already waking me...?"
"It's three already. Told you, why drink so much when you can't hold it? Gotta go. Stream prep. Ah."
"Three? And you're prepping already? Stay here with me instead."
The whale yanked Hwasun close as he spoke.
Instant booze-and-sweat stench.
His uncle flesh against her fresh-scrubbed skin? Nauseating.
But pro whore Hwasun didn't flinch.
She beamed instead.
"No way. What if I can't work out and get fat? Body goes? You taking responsibility, oppa?"
"Responsibility? Haha, sure. Can't I handle one girl like you? Don't let the looks fool you—I own three, four marts."
Big talk.
Hwasun inwardly scoffed but burst into laughter.
She hugged him tight and played along.
"Really? You'll take care of me? Just on me, it's over four grand a month."
"Wha—four, four grand?"
"Yeah. Daily skin treatments. Lately, the shop does styling too. Eighty a pop? Pilates, gym PT, all that tallies to four grand. Clothes and makeup extra. You really covering me?"
"W-well, yeah. But we're not talking marriage tomorrow, right?"
Figures.
Didn't even seem like a four-grand-a-month spender.
Hwasun dropped the smile from her eyes.
"Kidding, oppa. Why so serious? Ah, but I really gotta jet. Pilates instructor's calling—says she's running late. Bye! Hit me up if you wanna meet again."
With that, Hwasun breezily sank the whale and threw on her clothes.
Time passed. Night fell.
Shop-fresh makeup and hair—Hwasun settled at her PC.
One click on the start button, and stream time.
"Hoo...."
She let out a light sigh.
How many years since her first broadcast?
Six? Seven?
A long time.
Interest had tanked ages ago.
Same grind daily: park at the PC, force high energy for fun.
Cute poses.
Dance numbers.
A boring life.
But quitting? No chance.
Ten billion.
Hadn't hit her goal yet.
She wanted this lifestyle forever, no work.
Ten billion would make it happen.
"Sigh, gotta do it."
Time marched on.
Waiting room probably packed with Hardcore Fans and loyals by now.
Hwasun moused over and hit start.
A mechanical smile curved her lips.
"Hi, everyone."
"Mansu oppa, hi! Bapmeokja oppa, hi! Winter oppa came today, thanks. Changjik too. Hi!"
Hwasun called out each Hardcore Fan first, then every Loyal down the list.
Roll call, only at the start.
After ten minutes or a hundred viewers? No more names.
Hwasun had raw talent for broadcasting, image and spark aside.
Enough to succeed moderately without the body or looks.
Plus seven years' experience—she churned mechanical smiles and calculated quips even when passion bottomed out.
Reacted to coins flying from her looks.
Petted whale oppas' egos, pried out more.
About thirty minutes in.
Viewers neared five hundred.
Average when dressed plain, no dancing—just sitting.
Right on cue, Unemployed King logged in.
Her chat scrolled slow for the crowd size.
Most came for face and figure.
Only chatty types actually chatted—odd vibe.
So Hwasun spotted Unemployed King right away.
"What's this? Chatting without me? New face? Who? Unemployed-nim? Famous?"
She knew the ID Unemployed King.
Knew why he was here.
Pretended ignorance.
Public image management.
Confetti exploded right after.
She'd known he'd show.
Paying in coins instead of cash.
Still, Hwasun feigned total shock.
"Whoa! Ten-kay fan...? Not even joining? Why can't I remember? Anyway, thank you so much! Unemployed King-nim! Fanha fanha! Thanks a ton~!"
Cheek-poke reflex kicked in as she kept chatting.
"Watched a few times, so you must've donated then. Weird—I never miss whales. Different nick back then?"
"Ah, gotcha. Anyway, Unemployed King-nim! For the mega-fan splash, what reaction? Room selfie? Or something else?"
Hwasun smoothly steered the ten-kay reaction toward a room selfie.
Switch screens for it, then contact Unemployed King.
Seamless nudge—he bit.