Chapter 1
In the game screen of BJ Exclusive Special Scoop Hunter, a character clad in medieval armor reaches the entrance to the final boss battle.
"Alright~ We, we've finally made it here. Shall we go take down the final boss now?"
As the chat fills with nothing but pessimistic messages, the game-streaming webcam BJ puffs out her cheeks cutely.
"Aren't you guys underestimating me a bit? Even if I look like this, I'm the girl who beat Civilization on king difficulty in three tries?"
At that moment, a ping from the bread-fare effect sounds, and a mission pops up below the BJ's face on the stream screen. The title: <Clear Boss One-Shot>.
The moment the mission appears, everyone piles on the money like it's a safe investment, and it quickly surpasses 300,000 won.
She's not some mega-famous BJ, but with her pretty face and the rarity of a girl playing all sorts of games, she has a solid base of die-hard fans.
"You guys sure about this? Your hard-earned cash—I'm gonna swallow it all up?"
"Sweet! Pro mode activated~"
She struts into the fog where the final boss awaits, oozing baseless confidence.
Maybe thanks to the mission, her first try has decent control. She dodges cleverly while chugging potions. But soon enough, the boss's overhead smash flattens her like gum.
Screen goes black. Loading. Back to town.
"......"
Thwack! The BJ, dazed and defeated, hurls her controller away.
"Fuck! What the hell? I've been stacking HP this whole time—why one-shot?!"
"Totally braindead. This game's trash. Ugh, seriously..."
She's sulking, but bends down to pick up the controller. Throwing it was partly for show, but the lost mission stings for real—her face says it all.
Try 2, try 3. The attempt count shoots past double digits, but she finally clears the final boss on try 48.
The BJ leaps up, tousling her frustrated hair.
"Cleared it! Within today... ah, past midnight. Anyway, cleared in 3 hours, everyone!"
"Whew... burned it all out. Sitting for hours—my ass hurts."
She stands awkwardly, rubbing her back, revealing her perfectly shaped lower body. Top is a cozy knit homewear, but the cam barely caught the bottom: just skimpy dolphin pants. Her pretty thighs fill the small screen, and chat floods with O_O spam.
"Ah! Ahem."
The BJ adjusts her pose, spots the chat flood, and hurriedly pans the camera up. She plays it off as an accident, but savvy viewers know: calculated fanservice.
Target probably the [Mission Success!]<Clear Boss One-Shot>! With triumphant drums, 475,000 won credits to the BJ—a hefty sum.
After 48 wipes, it registers as success, not failure. She recites the scripted line:
"Huh? I failed though? Did you guys hit the wrong button?"
"No... even if Chairman says so, this has other people's money mixed in."
"Ah...... still, kinda..."
The chat warms with positivity. Not public TV—good vibes win. The webcam BJ reluctantly accepts, playing coy. In return, she grabs the mic for one song to wrap up.
But tone-deaf as she is, it's like a hurdle race where she topples every one. Finally ends.
"Hope you all enjoyed? I'm off now."
"Shush everyone, I'm out! Bye~"
Click. Stream ends. Recommended channels pop up; she pinches her nose bridge with tongs and closes it.
Finally over. Snoozefest stream.
Game streams have the downside of unpredictable end times based on the game. Waited for her usual wrap-up, but it dragged 4 extra hours. All-round game BJ, but sucks at games.
Time to get to work.
I press hard on the darkened phone screen.
The skill I'm about to show is one only I can pull off.
Fingerprint scan like verification, holding for over 10 seconds. Wavy text ripples up.
> Initiating breach protocol...
> Hack BJ Yona's camcorder?
> [Yes / No]
> ACCESS GRANTED
Of course, Yes.
Pop. Screen switches.
"Ah~ so fucking tired."
The room of the woman who just streamed. Stream's over, but her image is crystal clear on my screen.
Clothes hiked up, navel exposed, stretching defenselessly. PC off, no clue she's being broadcast.
"Fuck... gotta cut stream time or I'll wreck my back and end up in a nursing home earning that cash."
Grumbling curses from the long stream, she hauls her heavy body up and vanishes somewhere.
Tick. Light flicks on somewhere, then shhhh... shower roars.
Wait a bit. Woman in one towel steps into the living room, barely covered. Soon, towel's just on her head, shaking water—full nude on display, mouthwatering.
Whoa, fuck... milk jugs insane.
Hacked plenty of girl-cams with the Hacking Tool, but this is top-tier. Thighs in dolphin pants hinted, but body ranks top 5. Breasts hold perfect shape.
What a waste... with that bod, just do full girl-cam for cash.
No blackmail intent with nudes, but save anyway? Ah, already recording lol.
Rare sight, but I want stronger ammo—not just fap material. Purpose: blatant blackmail leverage. Nudes barely scratch in this day and age.
After the pleasing nude show, nothing much. Slips on light clothes, grabs beer from fridge, cracks it, sips. Sits on bed barely in cam view, scrolls tablet.
No blackmail bait like this, I'll get hemorrhoids waiting. Hope for payoff today....
Ding-dong! Perfect timing—doorbell.
BJ Yona in light homewear greets at the door, returns with a man. Scoop time!? After agonizing wait, jackpot—I yank my gaming chair forward.
Staring through phone at the guy... odd. Not judging faces, but he's ugly. Flabby build, glasses, checkered dress shirt screaming zero fashion sense.
Boyfriend? Nah. Lean in on convo for intel.
"Good work today."
"Nah, all thanks to Chairman managing me~."
"Jeez, why fuss over your skills... people watch 'cause you suck?"
"Right~ They yell at every little thing, so noisy."
"At least mission cash covered it."
"All 'cause Chairman hyped it. Ah, eaten yet?"
Cozy vibe. She's the one buttering him up—suggests power imbalance, him top dog.
Paid company? Wait, Chairman... she called someone that mid-stream.
Aha. Pieces clicking as the "Chairman" suddenly lunges, kissing her.
BJ Yona startles but doesn't fight hard.
"S-sorry, too sudden? Couldn't hold back."
"N-no."
"Cool? Then... keep going."
The hyped fat guy moves from lips to neck to nibbling chest. Grotesque like a pig in heat; she squeezes eyes shut, endures.
His rude hand lands on ass, then dives into her privates. She lightly smacks his head.
"Ah, ugh seriously! Do that in bed."
"S-sorry. You're too cute, Yona. Right now ok? I'm ready— you?"
"......Yes."
Lips smile, eyes curse—clear on my screen.
They hold hands, head to the bed behind.
And I scream at this point.
Fuck! Put the bed full in cam frame!
Regrettably, bed's quartered off-screen, bottom part. Thin homewear and checkered shirt pile up with undies on floor.
Legs below calves visible—lying? Stacked? Beyond that, nada. Paywall tease timing.
Only rustling sheets on skin and voices to go on.
"Yona! Love Yona! You love me too? Huh? Say it!"
"Yes... love you."
"Quick, condom on—gonna use Yona's pretty pussy."
"......"
"......O-oh! Yona! In! Feel it? One again with Yona!"
"Ah...... mm...... aaah...."
Bed rocks rhythmically. Fat guy's live commentary fills visuals gap—know exactly what's up.
Glasses fatty + top-tier looks BJ. Beauty and the beast? Princess bed veil amps the taboo.
Praying hands for full view, voice leaks.
"Y-Yona. Wanna try from behind?"
"Y-yes?"
"W-wanna do doggy with you. Just once! Please?"
"......"
Rustle, white legs vanish—milky upper body appears. Pretty face, silky hair, gravity-stretched perky tits.
Plap plap plap plap plap! Lewd flesh-slap shakes that gorgeous line mercilessly.
Vibrating bed on impacts, thin arms bracing.
"Hng! ...Mmph! Ungh! Aaah!"
Prime kink: BJ Yona herself. Obvious she's forcing it for the fatty, enduring. Bites lip, buries noble face half in sheets. Like a coerced escort girl.
Cropped frame fuels imagination.
"Ooooh! Cumming! Signal! You too, Yona?"
"......"
"Gonna cum in Yona! Pretty pussy inside!"
Fatty mounts frog-style for climax, gripping her tight. Her full fleshy body enters frame atop.
Scoop confirmed.
"Ok, I'm out. Pump up next stream."
Checkered fatty dresses, leaves satisfied. BJ Yona left on bed, limp like a cut puppet. Lies awhile, then sits nude at edge.
"......Fuckin' bastard. Pig son of a bitch..."
Post-duty sage mode? Curses flying, hands cover face. Pitiful sniffles.
Sorry, but prime blackmail gold now....
Cam hack ends. Got plenty—now execute.
Sweet dreams tonight.
Next day, I ring a doorbell at an apartment. No intercom—voice from inside.
"Who is it?"
"Delivery."
"Ah, leave it by the door!"
"Eh~ thieves stealing packages everywhere lately. Gotta hand it direct if you're home—company rule?"
"Ah...... ok!"
Bingo. Sly footsteps, door cracks open gently.
White spaghetti strap tank one wrong move from slipping, gym shorts half-down. Casual mess, but her looks make it stylish.
BJ Yona from yesterday's screen. Spots I'm no delivery guy, flinches, guards up. Eyes lock wary, slams door narrow.
"Uh, the package...?"
"Hold on."
"......?"
Unlock phone, shove in her face.
"Mind if I come in?"
Yesterday's highlight plays unfiltered. Revenge porn squelch-fest, my grin pure sleazy manga villain.