Chapter 56
Shin Sa-rang, whom I met that morning at the café, was dressed in jeans. A plain long-sleeved shirt paired with jeans. Even so, her natural beauty made it look great on her, but she still had that unpolished gem vibe, raw and untamed.
Tremble, tremble... Yeah, that's me. I'm shaking more than usual with any other girl. I set down my coffee, my hand trembling against the cup. The thought of doing those things with this lovely girl fills me not with excitement, but guilt.
Hardworking. Kind. Adorable. Pure as fresh snow. Facing a girl like this forces me to reflect on my own filthy path. She's only four years younger, but ever since getting the Hacking Tool, my life has been caked in grime, and my conscience stings like hell.
Like my dirt-smeared face reflecting in a crystal-clear lake. So I ask again.
"You really thought this through carefully, right?"
"Yes."
"Once we start, there's no backing out?"
"Yes!"
"The money will come, but... even if it's just a tiny circle of people, you have to be prepared for word to get out."
"......Yes!"
She hesitates for a split second but sticks to her yes. Her resolve seems ironclad, so no point in asking again. I let out a small sigh.
"Alright, then let's move to my car."
"Huh?"
"Not saying we go somewhere right now, but there's a lot we need to discuss that's too sensitive for a public café...."
"Oh......"
Sa-rang glances at the murmuring crowd around us and her face flushes bright red. She gets the gist of what I need to talk about and nods shyly. We decide to leave the café, but before we go, she asks me to wait.
"Just a sec before we head out."
She grabs her mug from the table and trots over to the counter. Soon, she returns with her coffee poured into a plastic to-go cup—refilled to the brim. She beams with pride, clutching the cylindrical cup like treasure in both hands.
"Hehe, now let's go!"
Freshly topped-up coffee, gripped tight lest a drop spill. A plucky girl hardened by financial struggles, thrifty to the core. And here I am, planning to lure her with money and exploit her body. My chest aches sharply.
Please, just stop tormenting me already...!
*
"First, let's confirm a few things...."
"Yes!"
"Any experience?"
Straight to the point. Inside my sleek luxury sedan, side by side in the driver's and passenger seats, I fire off the question. I actually asked this back at the convenience store when proposing she sell her virginity, but I double-check for certainty.
She sets her Americano—clutched like a squirrel with an acorn—on her thigh and mumbles in a tiny voice.
".........None."
"Sorry, just wanted to be sure, so I asked again. What about... um, masturbation? Do you even do that much?"
"Ma... ma, ma, mas—tur...bation?!"
"Sorry, sorry! For the stream, we need to know if your hymen's intact... I looked it up, and apparently it doesn't have to break from something lewd like that...?!"
I ramble incoherently. It's embarrassing, but crucial. Since she accepted the offer to sell her virginity, I researched hymens before bed last night. Apparently, even without experience, external impacts can rupture it. Given what we're doing, confirmation is non-negotiable.
Sa-rang swallows her shame. Psssh... Like steam venting from her head, she finally answers.
"Just... hugging my teddy bear at home sometimes......"
"......Got it. Good to know."
Truly spotless. Pure incarnate. Snow-white innocence. That should preserve it. It'll all show on stream anyway, so we move on.
"Next question: Boyfriend?"
"No. ......Well, not a boyfriend, but there's this college senior who keeps following me around."
"Senior?"
"He confessed during freshman MT last semester, said he liked me... I turned him down. Told him I don't have time to date, but he won't stop tailing me. It's a hassle."
"You don't like him?"
"He's not a bad guy, but... honestly, no spark......"
She sounds utterly indifferent. From her honest, good-hearted nature, this must be her way of saying she's really not into him.
"Anyone else you like?"
"Hmm... don't think so. I really am too busy for dating."
She sums it up neatly. At least that's one weight off my mind. Once I have her answers, I pull out my phone and show her the proof.
"Cool. I'd appreciate if you kept this quiet, but this is my channel. Gold Lion TV."
"Gold Lion TV... neat name."
Sa-rang blinks indifferently. She has no clue. Thank god. A virgin seeing that content might bolt before we even start.
I explain how the other channels run and dive into revenue details.
"I'll message you the fine print via KakaoTalk once we set a date and prep. The money depends on... viewer count and donations. We'll intro you as appearing to fund tuition—cool?"
"Yes. It's the truth."
"We'll hide your identity, so fake name later. Most important question today... what about your face?"
"My face?"
"It'll be on stream, so options: 1. Full face. 2. Mask. 3. Mosaic."
"What's the difference?"
"Pros and cons, but mainly revenue gap. You're pretty, Sa-rang, so full face maximizes earnings but max exposure. Mask hides identity better but less cash since folks crave the real face. Mosaic guarantees anonymity but donations might tank...."
She stares at her coffee cup, fiddling thoughtfully. I don't interject. This could impact her life big-time, so it's all her call.
Soon, she looks up with resolute eyes.
"I...!"
***
The day of reckoning arrives.
"Just sit on the bed and wait?"
"Yeah, I'll set up the cameras. Hang tight."
"I-I'm... so nervous...."
"Don't freak out too much. Might end up smoother than you think. ......That said, full face for real okay?"
Sa-rang chose full face. Primarily for max earnings, she said. Plus, she didn't want to hide. She'd badmouthed body-sellers inwardly, but when cash was on the line, skulking behind a mask felt wrong. Wearing one would disrespect donors too. Her over-the-top integrity makes me wanna talk her out of it... but her will is firm.
"It's fine. And you said few people watch, Oppa... so probably no one I know."
"Yeah, mostly rich folks in small numbers."
⊙ On Air
We go straight to Private Gold Lion TV. She's in college, so low profile's best. Plus, her deflowering makes killer debut content. VIPs with cash might love a virgin's first—whether it's a perv rich kid, picky CEO, or Mexican cartel boss, doesn't matter. Invites sent pre-stream.
Problem: First time handling a virgin, so I'm worried....
"Phew, camera setup's good."
Adjusted for all angles. Basics done earlier. Silk sheets on bed for her, white handkerchiefs ready for potential blood—gentler on skin than tissues.
Interview format, then sex, done. Five minutes to go. Sa-rang's shoulders stiff with tension before the camera. She even did makeup in her bob cut, treating it special. Not a fairy tale, but she's ready to become a woman.
"Sa-rang."
"Y-yes?!"
She straightens up ramrod-stiff.
"My speech'll change on stream... might sound pervy, but it's for the show—bear with it. From now, I call you Little Lamb, and you call me Lion, Gold Lion, or Oppa. Whatever."
"Yes."
"Quick interview pre-start. Follow my lead, we'll nail it. Get ready."
"......Yes."
To ease tension, she presses her big breasts under her shirt; I don the lion helmet. Voice modulator on, clothes still on. Sit beside her on bed's edge.
......What the hell's with these stiff-ass lines? So different from usual—mature, formal chat. VIP channel, older crowd, all polite honorifics.
Monitor by camera shows chat for Sa-rang too. I'm thrown by the unfamiliar vibe but push on.
"Ah, yes yes. Welcome, esteemed VIP gentlemen. Your host, Gold Lion here. Huge thanks to all who answered the invite. For Private Gold Lion TV's launch, special guest for celebration."
"H-hello!"
......Virgin on debut—they think it's a pun? "Launched" like popping cherry?
"Y-yeah... exactly....... Anyway, meet today's temp name: please call her Little Lamb."
"Um, I—n-not Sa— I mean, Little Lamb! Little Lamb here. Nice to meet you."
"Yes, Little Lamb, what brings you today?"
"Yes! Well... I came to sell my virginity here."
Straight fastball. Nerves make her blunt.
"Ah, yeah... that... I came to sell something of mine for donations, but hiding my face felt cowardly. So no mask."
Cash explodes. 3 million won drops like found money—donation alert. Loves her answer, big tip pre-start.
"Wha......?"
Sa-rang blinks like a goldfish at the donation. Convenience store monthly wage in seconds—shocked.
I step in.
"Whoa~ Thanks, Anonymous VIP. Looks like he digs Little Lamb."
"Thanks again. Now, more interview on Little Lamb. Little Lamb?"
"Ah, yes!"
"How old?"
"20 now... in college."
"Prestigious uni, right?"
"Yeah... kinda famous, but tuition shortfall's stressing me out."
"Here for tuition?"
"Yes."
I nod sympathetically.
"Heard this beforehand—gut-wrenching. Remaining tuition?"
"Without more scholarships, about 25 million won total...."
Sympathy swells in chat. Perfect timing—I clap to lighten mood.
"So, with that in mind."
Clap! "All donations today go fully to Little Lamb's tuition for VIP channel launch—thoughts?"
Consensus. Not total sadists. Sa-rang blinks huge-eyed—first she's hearing it. Planned this; we split pre-stream, but pure girl's virginity on stream demands this for my sleep. Submission too.
"Um... Oppa—"
"Settled—can't keep VIPs waiting. Straight to main event."
No time for chatter—I strip clean. Down to panties, she realizes no more talk.
"I'll... undress too...."
Before camera, she shyly sheds like a bride. Shirt first, jeans unbuttoned, neatly stacked. Bra hook hesitates, then off with panties. Glimpses dazzle, full nude devastates. Blinding virgin beauty.
Chat shivers. Cute face, glam beagle girl—baggy shirt hid bombshell. Plain white cotton undies amplified virgin purity. Public stream? Money rain. I get it—first time seeing her body. Urge to touch her glowing purity hits, but procedure first.
"Nude confirmed—now pre-start verification."
Wheeled camera approaches. Naked Sa-rang shyly covers; sweats as it nears. Guesses what's coming, hands frozen.
I approach, hug her soft virgin shoulder, whisper in ear.
'Relax, relax.'
'Y-yes...!'
Nibble earlobe to loosen her. Coax hands from her fluffy, downy mound.
"Haaah... so embarrassing...♡"
Hands off, I rub gently, part petals slow to avoid shock. Her tight flower's interior captured pristine.
Virgin cert done—donations pour. End payout gonna be huge. Not my money tho.
Final prep—we ease to bed.
"Haup... huup... eung, hng...!"
Kiss foreplay first. Sa-rang knows zilch about men, just yields. Hands on my chest, follows my tongue.
"Oppa... Lion sir there...! Haat...! W-weird... Oppa, Oppaaa...♥"
Next, cunni. For virgin cleanliness showmanship, and to ease her pain. Lick without tongue insertion—careful not to tear. Treat like porcelain, stroke pretty ass, lavish.
"Haa... haa...♥"
Her breath steams like rising vapor—I pull back. Braced, shed panties.
Thwack!
"Eh... eh?!"
Chat gasps, Sa-rang's face too. 6cm girth monster debuts. Will it fit that tight hole? Sorry, Sa-rang.... Forgive me. First time wishing my dick was smaller.