Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Dolphin Pants Debut
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"Then just wait a little bit, okay? Everyone, I'm gonna go change clothes. Have fun among yourselves for a sec."
Unemployed King gave his agreement, so Hwasun hurriedly hit the screen switch key.
Her go-to bikini photo popped up on the broadcast feed.
Below it, in a cute font: 'Broadcast loading—please wait a moment♥'
And to cover the audio, she fired up some music.
The Hwasun who'd announced she was off to change dove straight into a 1:1 chat with Lee Hyunwoo.
Unemployed King, watching the stream on his PC, replied right away.
She opened a secret file that must never show up on stream and copied the text.
Paste.
10k coins = 425k won.
100k = 4.25 million won.
200k = 8.5 million won.
Hwasun, with coin profits etched into her brain, calculated instantly and typed.
No objections—he agreed straight up.
What to wear?
She had an excuse lined up, but this special event was all for Unemployed King.
So she should pick something he'd like.
He'd tuned in about two years ago, so not a total newbie.
Sexy it is, then.
Most viewers came for her body anyway.
'Which kind of sexy?'
Sexy came in flavors: blatant, sneaky hot, pure-and-sexy, etc.
Hwasun pondered in her wardrobe.
Event dresses hugging hips and chest were killer, but too much for just 10k coins.
Today's 200k haul might need an encore.
Maybe twice.
Save the final boss look.
"This it is, then."
Hwasun went sneaky hot.
Dolphin pants men go nuts for.
A size too small.
With her natural hips, a tight dolphin panty was chaos.
Subtle lower back peek and pale thighs.
And that axe mark when she stands from sitting.
Top to match: shorter than a crop tee—an underboob tee.
Baring from underbust to below navel.
'Gonna dance today.'
Veteran Hwasun knew the reaction this getup would spark.
That precarious underboob flash on a tee? Obvious near-miss.
Big spenders would shower coins demanding a dance to "cause an accident."
But no dice.
This tee clamped chest and sternum tight—no slipping off.
Changed, Hwasun squatted under the desk.
Hit screen switch.
Teasing with just her crown for a bit had curiosity peaking.
These folks knew her room inside out.
Hwasun didn't pull stunts like this for nothing.
They expected something wild.
"Ta-da! Did you miss me, oppas?"
Hwasun peeked her head over the desk.
Just head—no full body.
Viewers clueless on the outfit.
Veteran Hwasun's classic push-pull.
"What? You missed me or my outfit? Ugh, rude. You're making me sulk."
Hwasun huffed and turned away obviously.
Classic "I'm mad, cheer me up with coins" signal.
Pure fundraising.
Her hardcore fans knew and opened wallets.
Unemployed King dropped another 10k.
His #1 spot updated.
Perfect.
Worth the change.
~20k coins in seconds—Hwasun's lips quirked up.
Viewers caught it.
"Wanna see?"
Cash collected, Hwasun started rising slowly.
Can't squat-stream forever.
Dragging too long would backfire.
Pro timing—she eased up bit by bit.
Hwasun rose reaaal slow.
Chest level—question marks exploded.
Too ordinary vs. hype.
Pre-change fit better even.
Doubts shattered seconds later.
Underboob tee revealed—?s flipped to ㅗㅜㅑ.
Sleek abs, dolphin pants—chat went feral.
Blazing scroll speed, uncharacteristic.
Someone screenshotted; viewers trickling in.
"Ta-da! Bought this during underboob trend, too spicy to wear till now. Tried it—what do ya think? Suits me?"
Hwasun spun slow, flaunting curves.
Donation wave incoming.
"Blue oppa, thaaanks a ton for the super pretty giftie. Love ya. Mwah mwah."
"Financial oppa, thaaanks from your one-and-only Hwasun. Hehe."
"Ramen oppa! Mwah mwah mwah!"
"Kyaa! Unemployed oppa says I'm preeetty preeetty pretty! Thaaanks so much!"
Mood heating up.
Donations flowing, spirits high.
Hwasun obliged with dance time.
"Oppas working so hard? Gotta reward ya. Sexy dance coming up."
Extra juicy reacts for big tips.
Stream rolled fun...
Till Unemployed King said bye.
"Ack, Unemployed oppa! Where you going? Stream's just starting!"
His exit—Hwasun's eyes flicked to rankings.
16.4k over the 200k deal.
No cheapskate.
Legit plans.
"Okay, oppa. Come back to my stream next time too. Bye-bye!"
Unemployed King out, Hwasun kept going.
But no fire, no spark.
Star of the show gone.
Other hardcores tapped out daily quota.
No more donors—Hwasun, paid to perform, deflated.
"Everyone, good work today. Have a great tomorrow too. Nighty-night."
7-year vet dragged to close.
Lacked Unemployed King's vibe, but clean run—no flubs.
"Hoo..."
Off-air, Hwasun slumped in chair.
Smile vanished.
"Ugh, gotta do what I gotta."
His number—client management.
No reply.
Not even read.
Super busy?
Late—maybe asleep.
"Whatever."
No answer, fine.
Day off tomorrow, no client today.
Hwasun rolled around home carefree for once.
Next day, full glam from salon, Hwasun waited roadside for Lee Hyunwoo.
Bigger rapport? She'd share address or salon.
Unknown guy—minimal info.
Hence roadside wait.
Celeb looks, killer body—passing guys all ogled.
Gaze locked on overwhelming hips.
"Tch."
Hwasun clicked tongue, sick of stares.
Didn't wear 'em out, but annoying.
Kid days? Flattered.
Now? Hassle.
'Shoulda offered to pick him up.'
She had cars—two babe-magnet rides.
But tag-teaming, no need both driving.
Planned to ride his.
Shoulda driven herself.
How long?
End of road: black sports car screaming "I'm expensive."
Hwasun clocked make and model instantly.