68. Gold Lion TV - Justice Implementation: The Eel of the Internet Broadcasting World, BJ Eokgang (Jang Ji-un)
His fists tremble with rage. The camera's still rolling—it's enough to drive him insane.
Thud! This isn't the time for broadcasting. He shoots to his feet, but whether from the booze or a flimsy chair, it tips sideways with a wobble.
These fucking bastards think this is funny...
Overly sensitive, he picks a fight for no reason. Even in this wild stream, he can't curse at viewers, so he grinds his teeth.
Humiliated, Jang Ji-un grabs his phone.
"Due to personal circumstances, that's it for the stream. This has been BJ Eokgang!"
— Bro?
He abruptly ends the broadcast. There's still time left in the scheduled slot, but he hurriedly throws on his jacket and takes a taxi home.
"I-I'm home!"
BJ Eokgang's place is a standalone house. Once his streams blew up, he started living large out of sheer bravado, way beyond his means. The massive rent keeps his bank account empty, but that's entirely Jang Ji-un's personal problem.
Anyway, the house is huge, so he lives there with his little sister. He graciously shared it with his cute sibling who moved to Seoul from their hometown for university. He gave her a room on the second floor, bought expensive furniture, feeds her, lets her stay—and even slips her allowance. His back's about to break from it all.
Still, he lets it slide generously. She's his cute little sister, after all.
But when that precious sister gets caught in some shady photo, his gut burns.
"Cheong-ah?!"
Barging inside, he spots his sister fresh out of the shower, towel-drying her wet straight hair.
"Oppa? You said you'd be back at dawn—came early, huh?"
Tank top and dolphin pants—a light homewear combo. Steam rises faintly from her post-bath body.
"......"
Seeing her smooth, freshly bathed skin sparks a flood of thoughts, but the top priority is clear.
"Hey, Cheong-ah... where'd you go today?"
"Uh, yeah?!"
She reacts suspiciously as he approaches.
"Straight home after uni, right?"
"N-no... hung out with a friend."
"What friend? Where? How?"
"Oppa, you're too close...? And your face is scary."
He backs off a bit at the jab, but the bloodshot veins in his eyes don't fade.
"Nothing happened...? You just hung out with a friend, for real?"
"Why are you asking? Do I have to report every little thing to you?"
"W-well, I'm worried, duh. If something happens to you, Dad'll chew me out."
"Ugh, seriously... I'm an adult too, no obligation to report everything. Stop treating me like a kid."
Her tone sharpens noticeably. Even more suspicious.
The only evidence is a back-shot photo, so it's ambiguous, but the outfit matches ones he's seen her in before.
Or maybe it was just someone who looks similar...?
The situation seems obvious, but Jang Ji-un clings to other possibilities. He wants to. If it's true, his heart would crumble.
He'd prefer solid proof or a plausible excuse from her.
But glaring daggers, he spots the evidence that shatters his hopes.
"Hey, what's that on your neck?"
Two red spots on her neck, small and inflamed.
Jang Cheong-ah startles like she'd forgotten, clutching her neck two steps away.
"Th-this is......"
She buffers like an old robot before countering.
"Mosquito! Got bit by a winter mosquito at school..."
"No way that's a mosquito! ...Come here a sec."
"Nah, forget it! Gonna be as annoying as Dad?"
"Hey, you!"
"I'm pissed, so back off—and you reek of booze."
"Cheong-ah! Hey, Jang Cheong-ah!"
The cheeky brat brushes past, grabs the stair railing.
"Don't talk to me today. You're being a total buzzkill, oppa."
She stomps upstairs, slamming her door with a bang!
Left behind, Jang Ji-un fumes. Lips bitten bloody, fists clenched and shaking.
That fucking Gold Lion bastard!
He pulls out his phone, searches for Gold Lion TV.
"......Fuck."
Blinded by rage, ready to devour him, but no way to screw over Gold Lion comes to mind. His usual dirty tricks—threats, extortion, comment bot armies—are for pressuring female BJs. If he were in front of him, he'd swing, but info's too scarce.
For now, he starts rage-typing his feelings.
Morning breaks. No big gains last night. The side-stream did well, he satisfyingly railed that bratty sister, but no juicy info.
He probed throughout the fuck, but beyond her seeing him as a good oppa, nothing much. At least he learned they live together, and she loved Female Corruption Lv.4.
How hooked was she to send these unprompted?
Sluttier the outfit, easier the conquest.
But banging the sister alone won't clear the mission. He needs to drag the target into hell.
Use their cohabitation to strike next. No weakness found yet, so get closer to the sister.
"Hm? Got an email."
Checking his morning routine, one email awaits. He made a separate broadcast email. Hung it commercially on the channel in case promo or side pussy offers come in—and a long email arrived.
Clicking it, he snickers. He skims spam, but this intrigues.
Pure rage vomit, not worth reading. BJ Eokgang's love letter.
Seems legit from the frothing text. Must've heard I fucked his sister.
"How'd he find out?"
He streamed openly, but footage can't leak—mosaic filters, and Together Let's Enjoy! app strictly manages copyrights.
Whatever. If clueless, he'd send anonymous pics of his sister post-fuck. Saved the effort.
Confirming he cherishes her means the key's there.
Hacked his email for more, but zilch.
One way to use this address.
"Put that much heart in, gotta reply."
The awaited reply? That.
He poured long rage, Gold Lion just mocks.
Lazy initial-consonant taunt to piss him off.
"This fucker...!"
Trembling, he hurls his latest phone at the living room sofa. But misjudges force—it clips the wall above, flipping back. Screen's probably shattered.
"Fuck!"
Nothing goes right.
"......What're you doing?"
While fooling around, Jang Cheong-ah descends from the second-floor stairs. Bold exposure fashion, ready for uni.
...Dressing like that gets her noticed!
Already on edge, it grates. He's always hated it.
"Cheong-ah... it's winter now, isn't that skirt too short?"
They fought last night, no words since. Even when she came down for water, they ignored each other.
But before reconciliation, he nitpicks fashion—her face twists in contempt.
"I wear what I want."
"Hear me out. Guys look at you weird in that—"
"Ugh, boomer thinking. You strip girls naked on your streams too."
"Th-that's different..."
"How? Keep this up, I'll move out."
She threatens after holding back. Illogical—she'd self-destruct, with him covering rent and bills. She knows he dotes, so she pushes.
Streams show him playing with girls, but she's home's cute maknae—he's powerless.
"Fine, I'll move first? Taking the bus, no ride needed."
After threats, she heads out.
"......Heard of Gold Lion TV?"
"!"
She freezes at the doorknob.
Jang Ji-un suppresses his red-faced fury, listing steadily.
"Heard rumors through my connections—watch that guy. Does hunting streams, lures young girls, films dirty shit. Uses it for blackmail later. Evil fuck, so believe oppa and remember."
Jang Cheong-ah's heart races hot. Same nuance as yesterday. Not direct, but skims the sore spot.
She stays put. Waits calmly for her pulse to settle. Chooses next words carefully.
Model answer: I don't know him. But calmed, resentment bubbles.
Feels insulted somehow.
"......Heard of him. Not a bad guy."
Unforeseen words. They pierce Jang Ji-un's ear like a bullet.
"Wh-what, what the fuck?!"
"Saw him passing by—fun, upbeat guy. Not that evil..."
Defending Gold Lion, Jang Ji-un gapes in shock.
From her view, the encounter was fine. Great sex, mannerly to the end. No money skim, listened to her ramblings.
But if oppa's right, she fucked an evil blackmailer. Sold her body for cash to a villain.
Intolerable.
"Are you insane!?"
"Just my opinion."
"Crazy? ...Or did you really meet? Fucked him on stream?!"
"You're the crazy one, oppa! I said I just saw him passing by!"
She snaps back. "And you do the same shit on your streams, you know?"
"Jang Cheong-ah!"
Thud! Pent-up anger erupts. He lunges, pins her shoulders to the entry wall.
She's in a loose long-sleeve shirt—neckline gapes, bra strap and pale cleavage peek.
"......(gulp)"
Jang Ji-un swallows, staring. Heat-of-moment pose turns awkward. She's shorter; it's right in his face.
He'd noticed since high school entry—she'd grown gorgeously. Bud to full bloom woman.
Mesmerized by the ripe flower.
Slap! She shoves his clothes off roughly after he lingers. Contempt turns to hatred.
"Hey... this is..."
"Don't touch me again... Do it once more, I'll tell Dad everything."
"......"
Screech... Bang! She storms out.
His emotional outburst left no way to stop her.
Three days pass since. No runaway, but late nights, no talk, ignores him. Full teen storm rift.
Can't slack surveillance. Distance grown means more Gold Lion contact likely. Can't let it happen.
Slapped location tracker on her phone—no family alert, real-time checks.
Weekend newbie BJ stream had him antsy, but this eased it.
Phew, staying home today for real.
Home confirmed, relief. Could leave phone, but subtle arrow twitches say no.
"Oppa, what're you doing? Pick a song."
"Uh, yeah..."
Newbie BJ hands mic; he takes it. Normally he'd grope and flirt, but no mood.
Camera's on, so he fakes fun.
How long? ...What the?
Shaking off gloom, vibe rising—then text on his cracked phone from 1.5 hours ago.
No number, anonymous.
Casual check drains his blood.
Just one photo, no text.
Jang Cheong-ah—his sister—naked on her stomach atop the bed he bought her. Five used condoms piled on her thigh.