The Streamer Who Masturbates During Her Broadcast

Oh, this game’s UI is unique yet clean. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠They did a solid job.

The day after I went to the department store with Iseor noona. I sat at my computer, playing a game I planned to review on YouTube. I’d already hit the gym yesterday and had no other plans, so I decided to spend the whole day on this hobby.

But why is the prologue so damn bland? I’ll keep playing for now.

I organized my review notes while playing, recorded footage, ate, and before I knew it evening had slipped into nine o’clock. Iseor noona’s stream started on the hour, so I figured I’d relax until then and tune in. In the meantime I opened the streaming platform Pajijik to browse other broadcasts.

There really are a ridiculous number of them.

No matter how far I scrolled, endless live thumbnails kept appearing. Iseor noona averaged two thousand viewers—definitely upper-tier among this sea of streamers. The more I thought about how she’d built that audience, the more impressive it became.

So what should I watch?

Gameplay, revealing dance cams, quiet chatters—every flavor existed. My cursor eventually drifted to one title in particular.

A streamer named Nayung. No special reason—I simply noticed she was playing the classic Super Marimo, a game I personally loved, so I clicked in.

—How do you get here? Oh, like this! Whoa, it’s super easy!

Her youthful voice and bouncy tone were cute enough that my first impression wasn’t bad. She kept her camera off, so I couldn’t see her face, but I’d come to watch the gameplay anyway. It didn’t matter.

How good is she if she calls herself a “game goddess”?

Super Marimo is the one where you control a mustached man in a red cap to rescue a princess kidnapped by the monster Cooper. It barely requires thinking—just pure reflexes. And yet…

—Jump here! Aaaah! I pressed dash by mistake!

Well, everyone mistypes a key now and then.

—Aaaaaah! There’s too many turtles! Save me! Save meee!

Okay, sure. If a bunch of enemies spawn you can panic and die. Even if there are only three of them and they’re weak mobs that die when you stomp on their heads.

—Mushroom! I need the mushroom! Huh? Why is it going over there? Come back! Kyaaah!

Right. You can chase a moving item and fall to your death. I guess.

The scenes that followed were more of the same. A nonstop parade of bizarre deaths caused by zero composure and nonexistent control. No matter how many times I watched, her play had nothing to do with the words “game goddess.”

Only after reading ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the chat and donation messages did I realize this wasn’t a serious gameplay channel. It was just a female cam stream where people watched because the streamer was cute.

“Aaaah! I pressed it, so why won’t it jump! Ugh, this is so frustrating!”

No matter how terrible her gameplay was, the chat stayed warm and protective, treating her like a little sister or an idol. It was better than flaming her for sucking, but as someone who didn’t usually watch female cams, the atmosphere felt hard to get used to.

—This game is too hard. I’ll continue it next time and just chat for the rest of today!

It was an old, worn-out prank meant to test breast size or bait cleavage. Any veteran internet broadcaster should have known it by heart.

—My elbows? Why? Hngh…! They don’t touch because of my chest?

She actually fell for that?

I couldn’t tell if she was genuinely innocent or just pretending. There was no law saying every streamer had to know every meme, but it still felt hard to believe.

The chat exploded. For a moment the messages flew so fast I couldn’t read a single line properly. Even so, I remained skeptical. Without a camera on, anyone could pretend to be innocent or claim to have huge breasts.

—Really? But my chest makes it uncomfortable. How am I supposed to sleep on my stomach?

The way she answered the viewer’s mischievous bait without hesitation only confused me more. Pure enough to fall for a famous meme, pretty enough to get scouted by entertainers, and stacked on top of that—yet she kept her camera off? It was possible. Nothing in this world is absolute. Still…

Huh. Time’s up.

I glanced at the clock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠while tilting my head. 8:59 p.m. Iseor noona’s stream would begin in one minute. Worried because her energy had seemed low yesterday, I closed the current broadcast and hurried to her channel.

—Hello, Iseordan…! Welcome. Yep, hi hi.

She greeted everyone with her usual bright expression, calling out usernames. But one thing was different: the black mask covering her face.

—The mask? The room’s too dry so my throat hurts. And I caught a cold, so my body feels a bit off… But it won’t affect the stream, so don’t worry.

Her voice lacked strength and the eyes visible above the mask looked hazy. She really did seem under the weather. Yesterday when we were together she looked perfectly fine. Maybe she caught something while sleeping.

—Aren’t you getting sick too often lately?

—Yeah. I should take better care of myself. Thanks for worrying.

She gave a professional smile that eased the viewers’ concern. Watching her, I felt relieved too. Thinking back on our conversation yesterday, it had basically been a rejection, yet somewhere along the line I had started looking at her with the eyes of a boyfriend.

—Hoo… Today, as scheduled, we’ll be browsing the fan cafe! It’s been a while since I checked the humor section, and since there aren’t any good dramas lately I thought we could look at the recommendation board too.

Because of her cold, rough breaths kept mixing into her speech. The viewers probably didn’t think anything of it, but having slept with her, those sounds stirred strangely lewd thoughts in me.

—Ahaha. Look at this person’s surprised face.

—Whoa, how is that even possible? Can a human body do that?

—She’s seriously so cute! I never knew foxes could be this adorable.

Iseor noona laughed, gasped, and enjoyed the humorous posts her fans had uploaded to the cafe. It felt bittersweet. I wished she would show me all those varied expressions and emotions in person.

While the broadcast continued I drank in every one of her faces, feeling a strange sense of vicarious satisfaction.

—Haa, haa. The reason men have shorter average lifespans than women… Should we read this one too? Hoo. Hmm? I look like I’m struggling?

I had been thinking the exact same thing as the chat message she read. Forty minutes into the stream, her breathing had grown much rougher than when she first started and her voice trembled more often. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead like she was genuinely sick.

—Come on, I’m fine. Stop worrying. If I couldn’t stream I would’ve said so myself. I took medicine, so there’s really no problem.

Half the chat responded with worry, the other half brushed it off. I stared at the screen with concern. Yet for some reason every heavy breath she let out sounded erotic to me. Was it because I usually looked at her with perverted eyes? That alone didn’t explain the strange sense of déjà vu I felt while watching.

Now that I think about it, this happened before.

The night I first wrote about her scent fetish in the Kang Iseor entry on Sexmuwiki. During her stream that evening she had been panting the entire time from arousal. Exactly like now.

“……”

Feeling an inexplicable chill, I opened Sexmuwiki. It would be nice if it told me why she suddenly caught a cold, but unfortunately nothing like that appeared. Still, I kept scrolling through her entry just in case, until my eyes landed on the sexual activity log.

She had masturbated eight times today. Obviously there had been no insertion sex since she hadn’t met me since yesterday, and the orgasm count matched the masturbation count. Nothing particularly strange, except… wait a second. Could someone who claimed to be sick really have the energy to masturbate eight times? She already looked like she was squeezing out every last drop of strength just to keep streaming.

While I sat there tilting my head in suspicion—

—Hngh!

“Huh?”

The sudden moan made me look back at the screen. The streamer had lowered her head, eyes squeezed shut. After staying frozen like that for several seconds, she lifted her head again.

—Haa… Ah, I’m sorry. I suddenly got a headache. I’ll have to take some medicine for it later.

—No, I’m really fine. It just stung for a second and now I’m okay.

—You think my pain sounds erotic? Are you new here? You know you get banned for saying weird stuff in this room, right?

Thanks to her follow-up, the startled atmosphere in chat gradually calmed down. But I didn’t. The sound I had just heard was far too familiar.

When I lowered my gaze again, I couldn’t help but be shocked by what I saw on my phone.

The masturbation count had gone up. So had the orgasm count. That confirmed the suspicion I had been carrying subconsciously.

She really is masturbating during her own broadcast?

Kang Iseor, of all people, doing something this bold. It was hard to believe, but Sexmuwiki was proving it, so any further doubt was pointless. Heart pounding, I fixed my eyes on the continuing stream.

She had the fan cafe open on the main screen for viewers to see together, while her own cam feed was tucked away in a small window at the bottom right. Only her face and upper body were visible, so I couldn’t see what was happening below, but she was definitely touching herself between her legs.

Then the cold was a lie. She wore the mask to hide her expression.

Once I realized the truth, I couldn’t tear my eyes off the broadcast. She continued the stream while subtly panting; whenever a moan slipped out she pretended it was from pain. Unlike the fooled viewers, I knew exactly what was happening, so every single movement of hers painted filthy pictures in my mind.

—Mmh, mmh… Haa.

She played one of her own clip videos from the fan cafe and whimpered quietly. I wondered whether she was tormenting her clit right now or if she had already slid her fingers deep inside. I was so absorbed in imagining the scene that before I knew it, break time had arrived.

—Hoo, whew. Already time to end part one? Haa. I think I’ll need a longer break before part two today. I’ll be back in thirty minutes. I’m going to take some headache medicine, wash my face, and rest a bit. See you soon.

Her figure disappeared from the screen and soft ballad music began to play. The masturbation and orgasm counts had each increased by three before and after part one. I couldn’t help wondering what exactly she was doing during a full thirty-minute break. The unexpected revelation that the streamer I had been watching was masturbating the entire time sent my curiosity through the roof.

Thankfully, I had a way to satisfy that curiosity.

Should I call her?

The thought lasted only a second before my mind changed. I slipped the phone I had been fiddling with back into my pocket.

No. I’m going over there myself.

I wanted to see what kind of face she would make when I suddenly showed up. I shot up from my chair, quickly threw on a jacket, and stepped out the door.