Live Broadcast (2)

After pumping a thick load deep inside Haeun's pussy, I lie on the bed for a moment to catch my breath. The camera is still pointed toward the chair. Our little performance probably wasn't captured on the feed that had been broadcasting Haeun just moments ago, but honestly, it didn't matter. Anyone who caught even a glimpse of her stream already knew exactly what had happened once the camera cut off and the broadcast ended. I had never planned to hide it anyway, and I didn't feel the need to. She wasn't an idol. She was just a woman who didn't have to pretend to be pure.

"Heh…"

Haeun, still sprawled out from taking my weight, lets out soft, panting breaths and shifts closer, pressing herself against me. Her outfit hasn't changed much. All we took off were the cardigan and pants. She pulls her panties back over the mess between her legs, the fabric now soaked with my scent, then cuddles up beside me and starts fiddling with her phone, giggling to herself like she's having the time of her life.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just… look at this. I'm already on the popular posts."

The screen she holds out shows a clip of us with hundreds of comments pouring in. Haeun on stream, startled by the sound of someone entering, then getting grabbed and groped the moment I walk in. People who know her are there, and so are strangers drawn in by the "Seo Jia's real sister" tag, all arguing and enjoying the chaos. Comments range from pitying the viewers to wondering if all female streamers are like this behind the scenes, telling guys to stop watching cam girls and get a girlfriend instead. Plenty of people are straight-up insulting the audience.

"Looks like more people are roasting your fans than insulting you or me."

"Well… sports fans fight each other all the time too. Isn't it the same?"

"Fair. Still, not everyone is just hating."

Some people seem annoyed by the main opinion and are defending her, pointing out that she's always been open about having a boyfriend and this is her first live stream as a cosplayer, so why attack her over something normal. If we're being honest, the second group is closer to the truth. Haeun never tried to sell fake romance on her channel, and she even announced our relationship herself on Instagram instead of hiding it.

The interesting part is that quite a few of the people defending her have usernames that look like Seo Jia or Hinami fans. Probably the same fandom that got dragged through the mud over that recent rumor, now suddenly warming up to Haeun because she made our relationship official and flipped the narrative. Not that any of them would ever like me, and they shouldn't. If my name started trending alongside hers, that would be a real problem.

"…Still, for how much they're fighting, they're not actually fighting over this. These people."

"Over what?"

"What we did after you turned the stream off."

"…There's no point arguing about that."

But both sides have one thing in common: they all know exactly what happened once the broadcast ended. With her in that casual, slightly revealing outfit, living together with her boyfriend, and him coming home and immediately pulling her into his arms… even a middle-schooler who's figured out what sex is would know what came next. I feel a strange satisfaction knowing I did exactly what they expected, and I run my fingers through Haeun's hair as she clings to me.

"Good thing I never tried to hide ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it from the start. If I had, I'd probably be getting torn apart right now."

"You couldn't have hidden it anyway."

"…You hide it just fine with Hinami."

"We don't live together."

Behind the stage. Outside the camera's focus. Everyone knows things happen in that space—preparations, conversations—but unless you're part of it, you never get to see. I stroke Haeun's collarbone, the cosplayer and guitar YouTuber I live with, and savor this lazy, open atmosphere. It's different from the tense, secretive feeling I used to get when I was sneaking around. Being able to look down at everyone without needing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to hide anything feels just as good.

"…Juhyuk."

"What."

"Should we turn the stream back on? Right now."

"What?"

…What would it feel like to look down at them directly from this position?

"Just… let's turn it on. If people are already posting about it on every site, isn't that basically free marketing?"

"…"

She isn't wrong. Having your face on the front page of a major site means you've gotten publicity that money can barely buy. Whether it's positive or negative doesn't really matter. What we're selling was never about being wholesome anyway.

"…I'll put my clothes back on first."

Taking my silence as agreement, Haeun slips out of my arms and pulls her dolphin shorts back on, followed by the cardigan. She looks exactly like she did during the original stream. The only differences are a few strands of hair stuck to her face from sweat, and the fact that she's carrying my cum inside her where the camera can't see.

"…Juhyuk, I'm really turning it on, okay? If you're gonna stop me, do it now."

"Turn it on."

"…"

"…Go ahead. Let me say hi too."

I follow her lead and get dressed, resting a hand on her shoulder as we wait for the stream to start. This is something I could never do with Hinami or Jia if I didn't want to bury myself alive. Having a girlfriend I can openly show off, I fix my hair behind her while she turns the stream on with a slightly nervous expression. …Wonder if they'll notice the sweat. Maybe I'll say I was working out. Would they even believe that?

"…Ah, hello."

Only thirty minutes after the first stream ended, the chat explodes with far more viewers than before. I don't know how many were watching originally since I missed it, but it definitely wasn't this many. One hundred. Two hundred. Five hundred. Once the numbers climb high enough that she could actually make a living off streaming alone, Haeun greets the viewers one by one with a more nervous expression than when she first started. I stand behind her, massaging her shoulders, and scan the rapidly scrolling chat for any mentions of my name.

From the crude language, these are probably my fans. More accurately, fans of my old team. With the bullpen setting the field on fire lately, even someone like me who's been retired for six months and hasn't seen first-team action in years must look nostalgic. I chuckle quietly at the variety of people flooding the chat, fix my expression, then lean down and rest my chin on Haeun's shoulder, out of frame.

"Haeun, what's the chat saying?"

"Ah, seriously. Stay still. This is my first time too…"

The kind of casual back-and-forth only long-term couples have. The moment my face appears on screen, the chat speeds up even more, quickly surpassing four digits and heating up fast.

I take the mouse from her and start banning the worst offenders while the chat keeps flying. Every time we touch, the messages speed up even more, making it hard to moderate, but I keep clicking and removing anything too obvious. Slowly the chat settles into something slightly more tolerable.

"Ah, um… the chat's moving so fast I can't even read anything. Ahaha…"

"Hello, everyone."

Once the chat is back under control, I greet them first in Haeun's place and watch the reaction. It's a strange mix of hostile and entertained, curious but not friendly. Kind of like when an away player steps into the home team's cheering section. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠They're interested because you're someone, but you're not on their side so they're not exactly welcoming. Sensing the mood, I do exactly what they want and hug Haeun from behind, lightly pinching her stomach through her clothes.

The "get lost, guy" comments vanish instantly as everyone unites. It's pathetic and funny at the same time, but I can't actually give them what they want by groping her more. She's a YouTuber with a boyfriend, not some actress filming porn with him. That kind of vulgar position is better left to our anonymous Twitter account @bhunjimko.

"Everyone, please don't fight so much. We didn't do anything."

"Ah, yes. I turned the stream off so suddenly that it was rude to the fans, so Juhyuk told me to turn it back on…"

We keep feeding them lies even a middle-schooler wouldn't believe, but the smarter viewers don't buy a single word.

"Anyway, um… sorry about that. I wasn't thinking and came home while she was streaming…"

When I apologize in a tone that could be read as taunting depending on the listener, no one seems genuinely hurt. Only the excited ones remain, enjoying the show with us. Real ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠conversation is impossible, but the dynamic is clear. At fifteen hundred viewers, how many could actually be Haeun's real fans? Most of them came here after seeing the popular post. So I toss out a half-hearted excuse for the rubberneckers and hand the stream back to Haeun.

"Ahaha, sorry. Um, it's my first stream so I'm still figuring things out…"

She takes over, continuing the same kind of non-conversation. I don't go far, just lie on the bed right behind the camera and watch the stream while scrolling through the communities that are probably talking about us right now, curious what kind of rumors are already spreading.

Well, the people who didn't even know Haeun before are having the most fun. I give the amateur detective a mental thumbs-up and lie back on the bed, watching her stream from the closest seat possible. No real content, just watching her awkwardly chat with people who came to watch the fire burn while silently viewing the dozens of nude photos of her still saved on my phone. …It was surprisingly entertaining. If the chance comes up again, I'd like to do it a few more times.