Live Stream Temptation
Lately, the same thought kept coming to me. Life had no stimulation. Wake up, eat, work out, film. The only fresh thrill left was sex, and even that didn't feel as new as it used to. After all, I'd been living with Juhyuk for quite a while now. No matter what outfits I wore or positions we tried, it always ended the same way. Crushed beneath my master, my stomach filled to the brim with his cum. The sensation was addictive, but it couldn't erase the anxiety growing in my chest. I had no idea how long he would still want me.
He let me check his phone and computer without a word, acting completely open about it. But that same openness meant he could meet other women just as easily. I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't special compared to them. The only thing I could do was become more special. I knew better than anyone what kind of women he liked, what parts excited him, what his tastes were.
He liked pale skin. Thick thighs. Thin arms. He overwhelmingly preferred no body hair. He was almost obsessively into large breasts. He loved cumming inside, and while he didn't mind finishing in my mouth, he always made me gargle afterward. He went crazy for soapy breasts rubbing against him in the shower. He liked filming even when he didn't share the videos or cum on camera. He enjoyed all sorts of positions, but his favorite was kissing while cutting off my breath.
Oddly enough, I only realized how obsessed he was with me not during sex, but in the simplest moments outside. The way he looked at me while coaching me at the gym was more affectionate than the way he gazed down after finishing. When he rested his hand on my waist while walking down the street, I could see his shoulders lift with pride. Sometimes, when he made me buy condoms at the convenience store even though we never used them, his erection was obvious through his pants.
Rather than getting angry or putting up walls when other men looked at me, he touched me and showed me off. When he did it right in the middle of a busy street, I didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, my head felt light. Honestly, among all the men passing by, Juhyuk was the tallest and had the best body. Just as he felt superior touching me, I felt superior being touched by him.
I finally understood why he managed my YouTube channel so carefully. Having other people acknowledge the woman you owned was more thrilling than I'd thought. Even when the scandal with Jia broke out, I didn't feel annoyed or bothered. It was strangely satisfying. Knowing my master was on the same level as Jia was oddly entertaining. The same went for watching him play around with Hinami.
…Even when I went through his phone last time and found tons of videos of him fucking Jia, I didn't get angry. For the same reason. As long as I was first in his mind, it didn't matter who he slept with. The reverse, however, was unbearable. I couldn't forgive him prioritizing someone else over me.
The way he forced pleasure into my body. The way he reshaped my insides to fit him. The way he turned me into a YouTuber and celebrity, making money off risky videos. The way he twisted my head so that superiority came before jealousy when I saw him with other women. All of it was his fault.
If he ever threw me away, I'd already decided what I would do. And I'd also decided how to make sure he never did.
“Hello.”
-Oh, live stream
-hello
-Wow
While Juhyuk was out at the gym, I turned on my first live stream on YouTube. The equipment had been ready from the start. All I needed was the device to transfer footage from the camera to the computer. Buying it secretly with the overflowing revenue I'd accumulated wasn't difficult at all.
“Ah, the chat's filling up really fast. This…”
I was wearing my usual home clothes with a cardigan and blanket draped over them. Not particularly revealing, but angled just enough to show a hint of collarbone and cleavage. Sitting in the chair with no content at all, I was surprised by how quickly viewers poured in. One hundred. One hundred fifty. Even just silently watching the chat, people kept gathering.
I swallowed hard as I read the rapidly scrolling chat, then glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. …Had I started too early? I probably could've waited a bit longer.
“Ah, this is my first time streaming, so I'm a little dizzy…”
Still, I pretended to be flustered while checking each passing username one by one. At least the speed was dozens of times slower than when I'd appeared on someone else's stream before. Honestly, it wasn't unreadable, but I played up the newbie vibe as much as possible, acting the way they wanted me to.
This username was new. That one always commented that my guitar was good. This guy used to rate my body a little too closely. That one was my real fan who paid for both membership and OnlyFan. Surprisingly, a lot of usernames looked familiar. It was strange that I remembered them even though I never paid much attention to usernames before. And it was even more surprising that they all showed up the moment I started an unannounced stream.
…The fact that I was more famous than I'd thought. It felt a little good.
“I just turned this on because I was bored and wanted to chat. Don't expect too much…”
When I spoke in a soft, clumsy tone like I did on calls, friendly and aggressive chats mixed together. The friendly ones were overwhelmingly more common, but the moment one person brought up my boyfriend, the chat exploded into an argument and made me a little dizzy. I watched it happen, swallowed, cleared my throat, and spoke confidently.
“My boyfriend went to work.”
The chat froze for a moment. Even the person who had asked the question seemed surprised that I answered so openly. Before the frozen chat could thaw, I added more.
“I never planned to hide it. I said it from the beginning…. Don't fight over something like this. I'm not even a celebrity…”
It was something even people who didn't know me had learned after the articles came out. The guy who had the scandal with Seo Jia was actually dating Seo Jia's sister. Turns out they lived together. I heard they were getting married this year. The last rumor was a lie, but at least every subscriber except foreigners knew the rest. And instead of hiding it, I was the one who revealed it first.
When I acted like having a boyfriend as a YouTuber wasn't a big deal, the aggressive commenters disappeared. Only the normal ones remained, and the chat became pleasant again.
…Though the viewer count dropped by about twenty. It didn't matter. I never planned to make money from live streams anyway.
In the stream that had dipped and then climbed back to around two hundred, I kept reading the chat while shaking my leg and glancing at the clock.
…At most, one more minute. He'd be back unless something happened.
“Ah…. Wait, just a second.”
Trrring.
Right on time, my phone notified me that the door lock had opened. I pretended to be startled, turned off the monitor, and fumbled around. But I didn't leave the room. I waited for him to come in.
“What, where are you…. Oh. There you are.”
“Ah, you're back…?”
“What are you doing in the soundproof booth?”
“Yeah, um. Just a second…”
Since I hadn't come out to greet him like usual, Juhyuk naturally came looking for me in the booth. He tossed his jacket aside and strode straight into the camera's view. Then, like always, he came up behind me, pulled me into a tight hug, and buried his face in my neck to sniff me.
“Ah, stop it…! Enough, enough. Go outside…”
“Why? You always do this to me too…”
“Hey, wait. Not the chest. Seriously…”
As he naturally moved his hand toward my chest to touch me, I pretended to be surprised, turned the monitor back on, dragged him out of the camera's view, and whispered in his ear.
“…I was streaming.”
“What?”
“Live stream. I was bored, so I turned on YouTube live for a bit…”
“…”
…In an instant, his blank expression crumpled. He looked at the monitor, and his face turned meaningful. He swallowed, let go of me, and pointed at the setup without a word, ordering me to handle it. I nodded and hurried back to the monitor to check the chat.
Just as I'd expected, the chat was a mess that made me sweat. I looked at it without letting the corners of my mouth rise and spoke confidently, as if there was nothing wrong.
“Ah, sorry. I forgot it was time for my boyfriend to come home…. We have to eat dinner. I'll turn the stream on again later. Thanks for coming.”
I quickly ended the stream that had jumped to three hundred viewers and turned my gaze toward Juhyuk, who was quietly watching me from outside the camera.
“…You knew and started the stream on purpose.”
“…Knew what?”
“You turned it on knowing I'd hug you when I got back.”
…Of course. He saw right through me. I didn't answer and just stared at him calmly from the chair.
“Say something. What's wrong. What were you going to do if I took your clothes off?”
“…I was wearing a bra, so it's fine.”
“…Haeun.”
His shadow approached. It blocked the light and covered me with his solid body.
“What do you think the people watching the stream will say about us.”
“…They'll say my boyfriend barged in during the stream, I turned it off, and we had sex.”
“You knew and still did it.”
I lightly traced circles on his hard body with my finger.
“…Because you like this kind of thing?”
“…”
I dropped the annoyed act, gave him a practiced smile, pulled out the phone I'd kept in my pocket, searched for my name on the community site, and showed it to him.
“Ah, posts are already up. …Want to look while we do it?”
“…Give it here.”
After confirming that posts with clips of him barging in and touching me were already circulating, he grabbed the back of my neck, let out a deep sigh, put the phone down, and lifted me up.
“…At least tell me before you do something like this.”
“…Don't wanna? Kyaa….”
He did the exact same thing to me that people were commenting about. …Of course, this time it was an unrecorded, private broadcast.