46. Gold Lion TV - Hunting Special: Giving Those Wild Blond Tanned Sluts a Proper 3P Lesson ♥

A quiet café across from the motel.

"In my opinion, changing yourself might be the most effective approach."

"Changing myself?"

Han Jeong-ah elegantly sets down her mug, lips slightly stained.

"The pattern so far has been repetitive. A guy in casual clothes starts picking up women on the street, gets lucky with a hunt, and shows off sex with a total stranger. Viewers enjoy the clumsy early hunting skills and the hilarious mishaps that come from it. And when it succeeds, they get that reversal thrill from the massive cock and pro-level techniques that are anything but beginner."

"Yeah..."

Any trace of her disheveled motel self is gone. She adjusts her horn-rimmed glasses and breaks it down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠point by point. Checkout must've washed away her shame—she's dropping words that could make a woman squirm without hesitation. And damn, she's nailed the flow after watching my streams.

"It could get boring if it repeats, but since the daily targets change, a little tweak makes it fresh content."

"Like how?"

"Well, how about dressing sharper? Famous luxury brands, a clean suit, driving a high-end car—it'll draw women's eyes. Naturally boosts success rates, gives viewers vicarious thrills, and shows off the stream's investment and growth."

"I don't have a car or luxury stuff like that..."

"Plenty of short-term rental spots these days. With money pouring in when the tide's high, think of it as an investment."

She's got a point. Hoarding like a sudden rich asshole won't do shit.

"Of course, prepping entirely new content is smart too. But drastic changes might backfire with backlash, so I'd recommend improving the main hunting stream for now. That's my take."

Crisp, analytical wrap-up. A pro's high-level view. Hard to believe this is the woman I had bouncing in my lap moments ago. No trace of her whorish begging in that neat coffee sip.

But once she finishes, Han Jeong-ah glances over with uneasy eyes.

Her next words come out mumbled, almost baby talk.

"Um... now that I've told you, are we... done here...?"

She rubs her hands together on the table, subtly desperate—like she's terrified I'll say yes.

Impressed by her skills, I can't help a smirk at this.

'This is why I fucked her raw.'

I don't answer, just stand awkwardly and lean in. She gets it instantly, smiling as she closes in.

"Mmph... mm... nngh... ♥"

Late night in this empty café, we deep-kiss right there in public. With her ring on, anyone seeing us would think we're engaged.

"I'll hit you up again."

"......♥"

That was our chat with Han Jeong-ah.

*

A few days after her advice, I decide to glam up like she suggested.

"This should do it."

I keep checking the rearview in my luxury sedan.

White pants, matching white vest. Black dress shirt underneath. Monochrome could be dull, so I add a bold carrot-orange jacket for zest. Perfect. My styling skills are scary good.

Even the department store clerk covered her mouth giggling in awe. Narcissists make sense now.

Flashy watch on my wrist sparkles—my first luxury buy. Picked a Rolex knockoff online 'cause it's "deep and profound." Bought it outright for 7 million won, shaking like a leaf. Still buzzing but second-guessing. Pretty thing ate three months of my old salary—luxury's alien to me. Wrist itches from the metal...

Got a famous salon haircut for the vibe, forgetting the lion mask. Anyway, high-end domestic sedan rented with investment mindset. Gold Lion TV sortie prep complete, slightly upgraded.

I cram on my prized lion mask and start the stream from the car.

2 PM regular time—viewers flood in, hitting over 2,000 fast. Reactions pour.

"Hey everyone~ As you can see, trying something different today."

"Yeah, you guys showed so much unexpected love, so switching it up. What do you think? Cool?"

I pan the car interior.

"Nah, not bought—leased. Money ain't there yet..."

Still shines like new.

"But this is real, guys." I flash the watch proudly.

Sassy viewers roasting. Jealous comments? Tragic souls nitpicking flawless fashion. My mercy spares them turning toxic.

Then a 10k donation pops.

"Got it. Quick show-off done—let's hunt!"

Cocky opener. Cruise busy streets slow for targets.

But... reactions meh. Viewers right—needs sleek import for wow. Domestic luxury blends in; feels like mid-size commuter. Still, window chats get smiles. They giggle behind hands at me. ( eyeing orange jacket? )

Then, front windshield shares a surprise: two blond tanned chicks. Fist-sized gold hoop earrings, crop tops in cooling weather. Navel piercings obvious. Smoky makeup, bags in hand—one leopard overload, other hotpants with black thong straps peeking V, long boots. Tops so skimpy wind'd leave bras. Clear concepts. Total delinquents. Night bump screams stripper. They turn streets LA. Chat approves the slutty vibe.

"Guys, approaching those scary...?"

Tense af. Picking up girls routine now, but these different species. Hunted humans/elves; now orcs. No dainty femininity—goat-feed aura. Tanned skin, heavy mascara screams trouble. But chat wants, avatar obeys.

Hug curb, slow speed. Window down, hit leopard girl.

"H-Hey girls, drive?"

"So that's wha—huh?"

Chattering, spot me. Freeze 3 secs, then "Puhahaha!" explode laughing. Navel-grabbing, window-close.

"Wtf doll mask?"

"Hitting on us? Hunting?"

"Outfit hilarious lol where'd you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scavenge?"

"New car but rags."

What? Diss my fashion cold.

Unbearable. "Yo, bought at department store yesterday."

"This? No way~ lol"

"Ooh watch looks real."

"Yeah? Total luxury. Rich?"

"Not that rich... actually filming, help for appearance fee—"

"For real?! Yo fuck streaming!"

"Phone on. Wow numbers. Tons watching."

"Fuck fun. Bored perfect!"

Blond duo piles in, doors slam. I suggested but no hesitation. Hotpants front, leopard back.

Hotpants pinches nose, grimaces. "Ugh new car stink."

"Noob rich scent for chicks. Why lame domestic no vibe?"

Delinquents diss freely. Chaos inside, yapping nonstop. Worm bait snags two piranhas chomping rod.

Chat surges matching.

"5k watching. Why so many?"

"Uh... street hunt to motel adult stream."

"What?! Pervert."

"Mask hides shame. Yo why mosaic us?"

"Yeah?"

Spot mosaics, pout. Long nails tap screen wild.

"Hey stop. Portrait rights issue now. Filter protects you."

"Our faces hazardous?"

"Treatin' mugs like dogshit. Turn off!"

"Hey!"

Mess with my phone. Mash, filter off. 5k see faces clear. Use dash phone for selfies.

"Comments say pretty faces lol"

"Fuck not just faces?" Hotpants shoves phone in cleavage. Yanks top open. Chat explodes at showmanship. Viewers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠climb, chat frenzy. Stream hot, but I'm pissed. Noisy, annoying pokes.

Thud! Thud!

"Feet off heater..."

"Shut up. Busy chat."

"Passenger no belt. Cops snag now."

"Belt bullshit, drive."

Boots smack heater harder. This bitch... Endure, then 10k donation.

'You wanted this!'

Leopard whispers ear-close. "Where we going?"

"Uh... drive... mountain or city loop."

Hotpants whines. "Boring. Fun spot for hunt!"

"Real why there? Old lady course."

"Tire flat? So slow."

Leased luxury at 30kph. 60kph risky. Hands glued 10-2 since boarding.

"Long license... 4 years, tense."

"Lol closet license"

"Fuck comedian not hunter lmao"

"Really! Quiet for lane change!"

"No~ Make us laugh hunter."

"Yeah, spill funny mask job hunt tale."

Tanned fingers poke treasure mask. Back boots kick seat. Ruin focus.

Crack.

Patience snaps. Manager's alt route useless on these brats. Switch to nearby motel. Park dim basement.

Kill engine, snatch phone from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hotpants.

"No more monitor whoring, you sluts— Ack!"

"Everyone, back on in room like always. Bye for now."

Stream off hasty. Duo rebels.

"Why off?! Endured boring drive for stream!"

"Motel? Crazy fuck."

Counter whines. "On in room, but you wild unavoidable."

"Street to motel? Think fame means we easy?"

"Lame af. I'm out."

"Me too retard stream."

Defect attempt, I offer deal.

"10 mil each."

High bet stuns.

"You giving 10 mil?"

"Yeah, appearance fee. Deal?"

"......Real?"

Money tempts, quiet.

"But condition."

"Knew it retard."

"Hear out. Simple. Till room out, no 'I'm tired~' or 'I lose~' whining, pay cash cool."

"......That all?"

"Yeah. In? Both fine, one fine."

Low growl adds weight. Eye contact, nod pact.

Pre-deal done, exit to motel.

Room assigned, carpet hall. Me lead, duo follow whispering.

"Thinks he's hot shit that condition."

"Lol funny mark. Scam him good."

"Fuck bet tiny dick lol"

Ignore hate. Silently activate Female Corruption Lv.4.