8. Makeup Sex Reconciliation with Beauty BJ Seonhwa (27, Haughty)
A notification chime forced me to pick up the phone I'd tossed aside. I stared blankly at the screen, then scowled in annoyance.
Offering help now? I'd spent over a week with zero progress— glued to her streams like a shut-in, showing up at BJ Seonhwa's place with a bouquet of roses, sending her KakaoTalk emoticon gifts, pulling every damn trick in the book. I'd busted my ass through every hardship, and now she offers help? If you're gonna help, do it sooner. Bottle up the poison, then hand out the antidote.
But griping wouldn't change facts. This was my only reliable path forward.
Is there a delay in mission progress?
I tapped Yes.
A special service for you in your time of struggle!
Pay 10 million won to unlock a special Hacking Tool feature useful for conquests.
Proceed with payment?
*Payments are non-refundable.
[Yes / No]
A special feature? Wait, no—that wasn't the point...
1... 10 million won!?
I bolted upright. For a fresh-out-of-college guy like me, that was an insane sum.
......
I stared holes into those digits: 10 million won. I'd gotten plenty of mileage out of the Hacking Tool so far and was grateful for it. But gratitude aside, springing a huge fee like this out of nowhere felt fishy. First it ramps up mission difficulty, now it demands cash? Was this its true colors showing? Or the start of a new chapter?
A flicker of suspicion rose. But thinking it through, the pieces didn't fit. Every mission success had come with payouts from the tool itself—generous ones. I'd banked them carefully instead of blowing them, amassing just shy of 20 million won. Add in my convenience store gig earnings, and I had about 30 million in secret funds.
If I walked away now, I'd still come out ahead.
Was this like a skill tree? Applying logic from my usual games made it click. Like investing costs to unlock scam skills—pour in cash, gain new abilities.
Even so, 10 million... How damn special is it?
The Hacking Tool was handy, but beyond the initial shock, upgrades were minor conveniences: target address lookup, camcorder remote control. Apple-level incremental updates—nice if you get 'em, no big loss if not.
So framing this as an investment in new skills? Plausible.
Still, coughing up 10 mil wasn't easy. Another day dragged by in agony, monitoring BJ Seonhwa from home.
Decision time: Pull the trigger. No other way to befriend her anyway. If it's a scam, pocket the rest and still profit.
Truth be told, the biggest reason? I didn't want to lose the thrill of this app.
Proceed with payment?
My thumb trembled over the screen before slamming Yes.
With a dramatic whoosh, the screen went black, then cracked like an egg hatching, light spilling in. Mobile game-style flair revealed the new feature.
Female Corruption Lv.1
Hacks a woman's brain during sex to amplify pleasure. Delivers ecstasy no other man can provide.
*This feature upgrades with use.
*Accumulate more experience to unlock additional features.
"......For real?"
A total noob reaction slipped out. Hacking brains now? And the name—straight-up degenerate. Female Corruption...
If it works as advertised, it'd be worth double the investment. But at Lv.1? Hard to gauge the punch.
Wait... I need to reconcile with BJ Seonhwa now, and this won't help yet? Force her down and corrupt her? With her fierce vibe, sneaking in could backfire—end up with a hockey stick through my ass, hung from the window like a Taegukgi flag.
But if it functions like described, reconciliation hurdle cleared. Get her in bed somehow, mission done. New skill plus my upgraded techniques? Manageable.
First, make contact—any means necessary. Wallet's already open; might as well splurge.
"Alright, today's featured product is this brand-new lip cream!"
With the new product intro, the chat—packing around 4,000 viewers—exploded again.
BJ Seonhwa, real name Lee Seon-hwa, stayed cool amid the chaos, flashing her fans a bright warning smile.
"Yes, another product ad. Proof my stream's blowing up, right? From now on, mindless product-bashing chats... You know what happens."
She narrowed her eyes at the camera.
[HeartOfATeenSomi] has been kicked.
Managers ruthlessly axed disliked chats. Internet streaming was a wild ride—unpredictable.
Just a year ago, her viewer count was half this, but a viral clip of her roasting and insulting fans skyrocketed Lee Seon-hwa's rise. Cursing out paying viewers? Recipe for ruin back then. But times change.
Especially in femcam streams, fake-polite pretense flooded the market, but now "authenticity" ruled—fiery attitude and backtalk drew bigger crowds. Blunt truth over coy fakery, upfront ads with humor over sneaky ones. Three years change mountains; for streaming, one year's plenty.
Of course, it's all thanks to my killer looks.
Her brash personality locked in her character. Fans hailed her Queen. And Lee Seon-hwa loved the title.
Dealing with creepy male viewers or jealous women daily wore her down; bad comments burned her up. This image let her purge freely. Kicks, bans, clapbacks—all framed as "Queen things," funny and expected.
A cheat key for the no-holds-barred Lee Seon-hwa.
She popped the lid off the lip cream from her ad sponsor—pop! Pre-tested, she knew the drill: generic mass-produced crap, repackaged shell and scent. Wallet poison she'd never buy.
She tied back her platinum hair for makeup, using the dual-monitor cam to apply it to her lips.
[DumbassJeongSoo] has been chat-banned for 30 minutes.
Idiots. Of course I'm pretty.
Praise was her due, always a mood booster. Goddess acclaim from high school to college— innate beauty was her pride.
"So, let's compare what sets it apart?"
Great mood, she dove into promo: dexpanthenol for moisture, estrogen included, blah blah. Mixing half-known terms, she segued to chit-chat when the star balloon storm hit.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 100 star balloons.
"Thanks for the stars, [MeetMeOnce]. No meetup though."
100 stars: 10,000 won. Pocket change she tossed out casually. No big reaction needed—her star management secret.
But then:
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 119 star balloons.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 1000 star balloons.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 777 star balloons.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 1004 star balloons.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 5000 star balloons.
[MeetMeOnce] has become a Super Fan.
Her casual dismissal triggered a barrage.
Money piled up without a word. Free cash should thrill, but [MeetMeOnce]'s name grated on Lee Seon-hwa.
Fucking horndog—why keep begging to meet?
She never met donors. Everyone knew—no offline hookups. She'd stated it flat-out. Yet the donations kept coming, impossible to ignore.
...Wait, that creep?
Suspicion dawned. Chae Seon-woo, the peeping tom who'd been lurking lately. Blackmailed her with a client "Reception" vid for one fuck.
Truth: No sex—just drinks. But footage of her pouring for a middle-aged guy risked her Queen image, so she caved once. Her sole stain.
Flowers last time, now crashing stream? Rapist bastard.
Kick him? But just a flirty nick. Couldn't boot a paying fan willy-nilly. And overreacting might fuel rumors, scandals.
[MeetMeOnce] has donated 9999 star balloons.
[FemcamExplorer] has been chat-banned for 1 minute.
Let it slide? Chat was stirring. As host, Lee Seon-hwa had to defuse. She snuck a text under the desk.
Sent to Chae Seon-woo. Donations halted instantly. [MeetMeOnce] dipped out.
Bingo—Chae Seon-woo.
What a psycho stalker.
Time to confront before he escalated.
"Okay everyone, chill. Weird visitor's gone. Short commotion."
His quick exit let her salvage the mood, chattering to bury it as a blip before ending stream.
But inwardly, she probed Chae Seon-woo's angle all broadcast long. Why this hassle over blackmail vid? He could've pushed with that—no mention. She'd made him delete it post-fuck, and apparently no copies.
Sudden bed demand again, but no sleaze or desperation. Tricky bastard to read.