54. Poor Convenience Store Part-Timer Shin Sa-rang (20, Actual Virgin)
I fiddle around with various features on my phone app.
"This thing has a ton of stuff you can buy..."
The biggest reason for moving was this.
The upgrade features in the Let's Enjoy Together! app.
Beyond the super useful Facial Mosaic that I've been relying on, Let's Enjoy Together! offers a bunch of additional purchasable features.
Among them is an expensive one you can buy.
I wanted it the moment I saw it, but held back because of the price.
Private Gold Lion TV
*This feature is a secret channel for VIPs, not public broadcasts.
*When you start a broadcast using the private function, the app automatically selects VIPs who consume high-end content and sends them invitations.
*All premium videos produced here are stored as NFT files, with strict copyright ownership, allowing them to be traded at high prices.
*(Note) If using for the first time, please use in a spacious area, ideally in front of a bed.
It's a bit complicated, but in one line: A VIP channel operating in the dark underbelly.
I looked up what those NFT files are—guaranteed original copyright files.
So, if you duplicate and sell the original video, it's quality-certified in the cyber world... Anyway, I don't fully get it with my brain, but it's like an internet quality guarantee certificate.
Think of it as me filming and selling my own luxury AV videos.
The purchase price for the Private Gold Lion TV feature is a whopping 50 million won.
I've saved up about 100 million so far.
But moving and paying the deposit took 30 million, and buying this would empty my balance again.
However, I've never lost money on investments before.
Manager Han Jeong-ah advised preparing other content too, so instead of just street hunting, digging new tunnels might be good.
Plus, selling videos like luxury goods—it's like a steady insurance payout, and I won't deny the dark temptation there.
I boldly decide to buy it.
With a bit of money left, I snag some smaller features like licorice add-ons.
Inside Out, which expresses the target's emotions as colors during hunting (7 million won), Watch Dogs, which hacks nearby CCTVs and phones (8 million won), etc.
They all look useful, so I'll try them out later.
After my shopping spree, my wallet's slim again.
The balance over 100 million has dieted down by two zeros.
Whatever, if it's empty, fill it back up.
But now I have leeway.
Broadcasts are booming so much that even if the balance hits zero, I just shrug it off like "No biggie."
"Ah, gotta test it first."
Might as well try Private Gold Lion TV since I bought it.
See if something pops out when I use it—the last note said to use in a wide space.
Following that advice, I moved to a detached house and plopped a bed right in the spacious living room.
"Alright, let's go."
I activate Private Gold Lion TV for a test run.
Pfsh!
"!?"
The moment I tap it, smoke billows from my phone.
Like a smoke grenade exploded, thick fog fills the living room.
As the fog clears bit by bit, I half-expect a mountain spirit to appear...
But something even more insane emerges.
Top-tier broadcasting gear at first glance.
State-of-the-art equipment worthy of a major network—six pieces total.
A hefty main camera, three high-res 4K cams on wheels below, audio gear for crystal-clear sound, even a mini gimbal overhead.
All pop out with one button press.
It's showing increasingly impossible tech...
I shudder in awe.
Now I have no choice but to believe the God of Delinquency who gave me this system really exists.
A notification pops up on my smartphone with added instructions. I read it.
Thank you for purchasing Private Gold Lion TV!
*As a special perk, state-of-the-art broadcasting equipment has been provided.
*Please use it well.
*Once you position the gear appropriately, the advanced equipment will automatically start filming.
*It enables dynamic filming beyond standard AV shoots.
*When filming with Private Gold Lion TV, access is restricted—no one can enter the filming space.
"Whoa, now it even films for me?"
I test moving in front of the camera, and it follows my neck.
Left, and it goes left. Right, right.
Motion sensors make it track automatically.
Now multiple cameras capture me from various angles.
No wonder the quality skyrockets.
But what's this about no one entering?
The note on restricted access.
Dunno why, but probably to make filming smooth.
"Alright, who should be the first guest for this glorious broadcast~?"
Humming, I scroll through contacts.
First up: Ha Yeon-su, who's done wild broadcasts. Next, So Yu-na.
So Yu-na's got that under-idol vibe, so some difficulty, but sweet-talk her manager Han Jeong-ah and she'll come.
Which cute fuckbuddy to pick? Lost in happy dilemma, my phone dings with KakaoTalk!
Thought it was Ha Yeon-su, but nope—total surprise.
It's the owner from my old convenience store job.
Messages keep coming as if waiting for my read receipt.
No time for that...
I'm planning big-money broadcasts, not convenience store gigs.
I signal refusal, but he's persistent.
He's clinging hard.
Ugh... Owner's pleading face flashes in my mind.
Back when I was half-unemployed, sure, but no more patch jobs ahead.
Broadcasts and girls have me so busy even gym time feels precious.
But I've kept a good rapport with the owner for years.
Tough times, he'd pack discarded lunchboxes, slip me pocket money.
Always looked out for the part-timer—an angel boss.
Double wage ain't tempting, but there's loyalty in this world.
So rushed he sent it typos and all.
"How's the POS system? Got the basics down?"
"Yes!"
"Honestly, just scan barcodes and you're good—don't mess with detailed settings unless needed."
"Yes!"
"Cards, I'll demo when customers come. Downtime, restock shelves or quick floor mop."
"Yes!"
"Last tip: expired lunches, take 'em if leftover... Oh, no customers? Phone away. Boss is chill, overlooks it."
"Ah... I'll note that pro tip. Haha..."
She smiles cutely, not wanting to seem checked out on day one.
And she is cute.
Shin Sa-rang.
Freshman in college, she says.
A bit shorter than average, total cutie pie.
Bob haircut: bangs to eyebrows, rest to jawline.
Plus, those tits have volume.
Innocent cute face, but packed chest.
Not So Yu-na level, but one or two cups down, I'd guess.
Neat teeth, dimples when she smiles—melts guys' hearts like healing.
No wonder the owner picked her carefully.
Appearance draws customers alone.
Smart enough to pick up quick, diligent with peppy replies.
Cute, clever, kind—no flaws.
Now I get why he joked during handover, "Name's got 'love' in it—don't fall for each other, haha."
...Please spare the dad jokes.
Back then, I might've actually fallen.
Working shifts together, daydreaming kids, firstborn's name.
But now, after countless women and girlfriends, I hold steady senior position.
"......"
"......"
Handover done, customer time hits—chat dies.
Awkward standing, so senior breaks ice.
"So, what uni? Oh, rude question?"
"No prob! Um... K University."
"Whoa, top-tier! But kinda far from here, right? Why this spot?"
"Subway transfers, but house nearby—weekends easier. Oppa, where'd you go?"
"Saying in front of prestige... □□ University."
"Nah, that's famous too! Lemme see... Army then back, third year?"
"Nah, on leave for reasons—more into other work than—"
Beep boop!
"Welcome!"
Auto-door chimes, customer enters—chit-chat ends.
Body memory kicks in, I greet reflexively.
Shin Sa-rang—smart newbie—snaps to work mode too.
"Fuck..."
Customer curses on entry.
Female, first off.
Plunging cleavage dress flashy for midday—20s... 30s?
High heels, visible bra straps—slutty vibe.
Sa-rang's eager newbie eyes sparkle, but I sense danger, eyes twitching.
Experience with assholes here screams problem bitch.
Neighborhood bars mean sex workers around.
That skinny glare down at the part-timer? Seen it plenty—no taste test needed.
"Ah, how can I hel—"
Caked makeup lady beelines to counter, flings a 10,000-won bill at Sa-rang.
Smiling Sa-rang's face gets fluttered with the note.
Then the sex worker bitch snaps:
"Hey, get me a pack of smokes."