66. Gold Lion TV - Justice Implementation: Judgment on the Streaming World's Eel, BJ Eokgang (Jang Ji-un)
"Alright, everyone, I've come out to the city streets nearby. Which way should we head today? Hit me with your recommendations."
Expectations in the chat had risen a bit, probably thanks to those punks from before. Requests to collab with those two blondes from last time popped up with donations, but I turned them down.
"Let's take it slow, folks... I nearly died getting messed with by those guys last time."
Out to make money again today. Honestly, replays were bringing in cash even while sitting around, but with ventures started, the engine couldn't stall. Massive rent burdens, plans for more varied content, and a lifetime of one chicken a day—full throttle ahead.
As I chattered away to viewers with the selfie stick leading, something bumped my shoulder.
"Ah!"
A thick male voice. Turning at the short exclamation, some guy was tumbling forward but popped back up like a roly-poly doll with help nearby. He whipped around to glare at me. He had a selfie stick too, and a tall woman draped on his arm—like a model. She wore a bold short dress wildly out of place for broad daylight. The smartphone on his stick seemed to be streaming.
"Hey, you blind or what?!"
"Pardon?"
"What the fuck? You streaming too? Shit, everyone's a broadcaster these days. Fucking hell."
Wait. Doesn't that make you one too? Stunned by the instant barrage of curses from a stranger, but since he started it, I responded.
"So you're streaming too?"
"Fuck, are your eyes painted on?"
With habitual venom and a sneer, he added, "But what's with the clown mask in the middle of the city, you retard?"
Swears poured out like tap water, unfiltered to the point of shock. Was that okay on stream? I knew nothing about him, but the excessive bravado was obvious. Neck stiff, arm around the girl—my head spun just watching.
Some viewers recognized him, so he must be infamous. Pondering how to handle the provocation, the girl next to him intervened.
"Oppa~ Stop it and let's go sing."
"Shut up! Yell and people come—keep your trap shut!"
Dementia? "Hey, collab time's almost up. Just ignore and keep going."
"Fuck... Should've handled that dog bone."
Scratching his short buzz cut, he relented to her pleas and turned. "You're lucky, punk." He jabbed a finger at me. Maintaining his shit pose to the end, he hugged the girl and vanished.
Bolt from the blue. My head rang. Tempted to fetch the car and ram him. 'Whoa... calm down, hold it.' But on stream, so I endured.
Chat exploding, I mediated. "Okay okay, what matters to us ain't some pebble-dicked dwarf—it's women, right? Waste time on that turd mobile?"
Lightly resetting the focus, I continued on. 'Hmm.'
Actually, something else bugged me more than the cusser. Mid-encounter, I'd noticed a notification from an unfamiliar app on my phone. One I'd gotten before but forgotten even existed. Wanted to check right away, but on stream—would review thoroughly later.
*
Back home after a successful hunt stream. Post-shower, cracking a beer from the fridge, I checked it out.
Added after my first time with Han Jeong-ah: the Justice Implementation app.
Time to take down immoral outlaws in the internet broadcasting world.
This app's hunts yield no profits, but can boost Gold Lion TV's reputation.
Target profiles and misdeeds recorded here; linked to Black Market for weaknesses and personal info.
*This app activates randomly and can be ignored at will. Entirely your choice.
Reading the description again jogged my memory. Early on, it pushed blackmail missions, now "justice"? Absurd. God of Delinquency was helpful but had shitty naming and whimsy.
Missions optional, no rewards. Like a movie hero hunting villains—community service?
"Hm……."
Mulling with a hum. Would decide after checking the target.
This was the basic Black Market profile. Below, extra for Justice Implementation target.
[Target: BJ Eokgang]
Top-tier BJ who collab magnanimously with noobs. But really exploits power for sex. Reported often for lewd streams on major platform; banned 3x but still active there.
[Misdeeds:] Ongoing sex exploitation of rookies, blackmail/extortion with secret pics, demands cash for exposure on his stream, backstabs after all that.
A black-banded death portrait capped it—the cusser from earlier. Sense confirmed: this thug was the target. Face matched the filth vibe.
"Whoa... truly a dirty bastard."
Itemizing: borderline criminal. Solid evidence could convict. But only bans, no jail? Tapped the photo. It was the accept button.
[Take Down the Streaming World's Eel]
Accept?
[Yes / No]
Hit Yes. God's whims aside, this stemmed from past sins—minor atonement. No cash, but contribution to society. Couldn't change history, but onward.
***
"O-oppa, we said we wouldn't go this far!"
"Shut up! Yell and people come—keep quiet!"
Dim karaoke room. Phone cam off, time to act. Pinned the rookie girl BJ to the sofa, mounted her. Barely thigh-covering short dress—hike and yank panties, done. Rubbed his stubby prick crudely against her.
BJ Eokgang, real name Jang Ji-un, ran his usual course. On stream: risky stuff with young beauties like lounge play—grope tits, thigh friction, handjob his boner off-screen while singing. Then pounce post-stream.
'Fuck, just groping's pointless—gotta fuck for the real thrill.'
Off-stream routine, no hesitation. Rumors swirled underground, but unchecked.
"Let go! Stop…!"
"Hey, stay still. Wanna blow up, right? Keep scraping bottom?"
"……."
"You knew coming here. Be good, I'll call more—don't struggle."
Power bent them, then coaxed. Streaming red ocean for newbies—no fresh ideas, backing, network? Tough. This rookie knew deep down, even unnotified. What a creep.
Squelch squelch squelch!
"Hoo, fuck yeah—this is why I stream!"
"……."
Buzz-cut dude dripped sweat, pounding her. Girl bit lip in humiliation, face covered to avoid his ugly mug thrusting atop.
Rip!
"Haa, refreshing."
Luckily quick—5 minutes. Dry pussy felt nothing; just hate and shame. Rape, plain.
Jang Ji-un tossed used condom on her thigh. "Good girl, call you next. Clean the rubber."
"……Yes."
"Whine all you want, won't work. Oppa knows the platform boss—even banned, quick lift. Got proof or cash? Try me."
"……."
Flexed more on her broken spirit. 2 years unscathed—bravado ruled him. Zipped up, left first. Done with her. Counter for wrap-up.
Pierced slacker greeted warmly. "Bro, good time?"
"Yeah, CCTV as usual?"
"Yessir. Wipe clean, send edited clips to phone."
"Good kid."
Handed 50k bill. Sneer, snatched. Standard. Usually ends there, but extra.
"Oh, galleries and boards buzzing about your stream."
"Huh? Why?"
Buzz good for him—attention cashed. But this girl pretty, dull—viral?
"That Gold Lion TV, lion-masked kingpin adult stream? Bumped him daytime."
"Gold Lion…?"
Oh yeah. "Who, some big shot?"
"Indie, no major platforms, but adult top dog. Skyrocketed, raking it in."
"Some retard in a dumb mask?"
Scoffed, but phone check: huge views. Veteran eye gauged worth. Replay sales, follows—way above him.
"Fucks women on stream for cash? Total scum fucker?"
Jealous rage, mindless curses.