Exposed (3)
He left. In truth, a corner of my heart still harbored the suspicion that he was up to something, but Kang Juhyuk walked out with shocking indifference, showing no lingering attachment whatsoever. He hadn’t blocked me from deleting the account, nor had he forced any unreasonable demands on me. No matter how I thought about it, his attitude didn’t feel like some self-staged act. Which meant someone else had discovered the truth behind the photos I’d posted.
The fact that I’d suspected him to the very end… maybe it was because I was afraid of exactly this. If Kang Juhyuk had been trying to trick me like he always did, it would have meant no one else had found out. But I couldn’t cling to that vain hope any longer. It was time to accept that I’d been caught.
The silver lining, at least, was that the person who’d found out was Kang Juhyuk, not my real identity. Of course, if the person who DM’d me really was my fan like he claimed… then it was possible they’d figured me out too. But following his words, it also meant they had no intention of spreading it around. The fact that someone knew about my obscene side didn’t matter. What mattered was whether it leaked outside.
I tried to pull myself together and, now alone in the room, attempted to track down whoever had sent me the DM. But then I realized I couldn’t remember the username because I’d deleted my account. A few vague letters floated in my mind… definitely…
“...?”
When I pieced together the floating letters in my head, they formed a strangely familiar word. It was an ID I’d looked up before. …Suah’s ID.
I had no idea why that suddenly came to mind. Was it because it had the same “m” in it? Or because it was the only ID I’d ever secretly searched for in my life? An unimaginable person had surfaced in my thoughts, leaving me quite flustered as I clutched my phone and sent him a message.
I quickly typed out a DM.
The reply came back almost instantly. I memorized the username he sent, combined it with the fragments still lingering in my head, and finally understood why Suah’s ID had come to mind.
…Because Suah’s username was mizua.
No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like the vowels had simply been rearranged. The “h” mixed in the middle—was that because her last name was Hwang? The numbers were probably random. I rubbed my eyes several times, unable to believe that someone close to me would do this, but no matter how I looked at it, it was far too suspicious to dismiss as coincidence.
Besides, if it really was Suah, it wouldn’t be strange for her to recognize Kang Juhyuk just from the photo. They saw each other every day at her part-time job, so it would be weirder if she hadn’t noticed. The real problem was that if Hwang Suah was the one who sent the DM, there was a high chance she’d also figured out that the woman in the photo was me.
…What should I do?
Contact her and ask directly? If I was wrong, that would be genuinely insane. But should I just pretend I didn’t know? Who knew what Suah might do to me? Come to think of it, she’d always shown an oddly strong interest in me. Was there any proof she wasn’t a lesbian or bisexual trying to get at my body by pulling something like this?
“....”
In the end, I couldn’t stand the anxiety any longer and sent him another DM. I’d found a suspect, so I asked him to come upstairs. I swallowed a bit of my pride and made the request. But he—
Even after five minutes.
Even after an hour.
He didn’t read my DM, didn’t reply, and didn’t come upstairs. As if a trivial matter like this wasn’t even worth his attention.
“Mmm… slurp… haaah….”
…I’m losing my mind.
I’d only gone upstairs for a moment, but the second I came back down, Haeun was kneeling in front of the entrance wearing nothing but an apron. Absolutely nothing else. The moment I took off my shoes, she silently pulled down my pants and took my cock into her mouth.
“Hey, shouldn’t we wash up first?”
“Pffhe… ha. I know you showered at the gym before leaving, you idiot…”
It wasn’t that I disliked it. I just felt a twinge of guilt. After all, I hadn’t come straight home after work—I’d stopped by upstairs first. It wasn’t because I was trying to cheat, and I knew she wouldn’t complain even if I did, but I also knew she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled if I said it out loud.
“Ugh… mmph…”
These days she swallowed my entire length without me even needing to guide her head. As I looked down at her, my attention kept drifting to my buzzing phone. …It was probably Seo Jia trying to ask something. But was this really something I should check right now?
Still, watching Haeun stare up at me with those eyes while lewdly servicing my cock made me reluctant to contact her. After a moment of hesitation, I grabbed her slightly pulling hips, swallowed hard, and then a good idea suddenly hit me. I pulled out my phone, held it horizontally, and pretended to focus on her face.
“V…”
With my cock still in her mouth, she flashed a peace sign with her index and middle finger toward the lens. But I didn’t actually capture it. I quickly replied to the DM that had come in, then turned the camera on late. Even while all this was happening, Haeun kept holding up the V sign. Only after hearing the shutter sound did she lower her hand and pull my cock out of her mouth.
“Haa… ah. Why did it take so long…”
“…Someone messaged me. I was just replying.”
“Really?”
I thought about making the excuse that the focus was off, but it was pointless. Since we basically shared our phones anyway, there was no way to hide it and no reason to. I’d just delayed telling her because I thought it was bad manners to mention it while we were in the middle of something like this.
“Why are you doing this the second you get back? You could’ve eaten and rested first.”
“…I just ended my stream.”
“What? No, your YouTube wasn’t even on…”
“That’s because I streamed on a different platform. You think I’m stupid?”
But she poured out words I never would have imagined, as if she’d secretly prepared an event for me. I was trying to be considerate, yet she apparently had no intention of being considerate toward her viewers. Or maybe not. If people came to watch a female streamer who openly lived with her boyfriend, maybe doing this off-camera was actually the more polite option.
“Anyway. A decent number of people showed up this time too. Around five hundred? Even though it was on another platform, quite a few came. Oh, and I got a lot of donations?”
“What kind of donations?”
“Super pathetic ones. Someone paid a thousand won just to call me a cum-rag whore and curse me out.”
“…You’re not a whore.”
“Exactly. …The only man who’s ever fucked me is you.”
With the same lips she’d used to speak on stream, she took my cock back into her mouth and licked the glans. Then she gave me a wickedly seductive smile, stood up, and pulled my hand under her apron.
…Fuck.
If I fell for this kind of thing every time, it would get troublesome again. But the pink nipples brushing against the back of my hand kept tugging my already exposed cock upward. I still needed to find out who sent that DM, and I had to consider what her sister might do. Yet all the things I absolutely had to do kept getting pushed to the back of my priorities, while the urge to shove my cock inside her surged to the front.
“…Go wait in the bedroom first. I’ll grab some water.”
“…Okay.”
I summoned every ounce of patience I had, sent her into the room, then tore my clothes off so violently it felt like they might rip. After gulping down some water, I forgot about everything I was supposed to do and burst into the bedroom. Only after sitting on the bed did I realize I’d left my phone tossed in the living room. But since Haeun’s phone was in the room, I didn’t really care. After all, whether the photos were taken with my phone or hers, they were the same.
A heavy sense of guilt for having done something terrible tightened around my heart.
…I must be crazy. Why did I do that? Seriously. Was I that consumed by lust? Even though I’m a virgin, did I really want to secretly watch other people having sex that badly? Maybe if I’d just seduced a normal guy and dated him, I wouldn’t have done something like this.
…Ha, no. As long as I don’t get caught, it’s fine. I almost did something bad, but I haven’t actually blackmailed anyone yet, right?
Still, just in case, I decided to delete my Twitter account and pretend nothing had happened. Yeah. Whether an acquaintance was doing sexting or having an orgy, what did it have to do with me? Whether the people in the video were the boss and Jia or complete strangers, it had nothing to do with me. Besides, the account was already gone. Looking at the results alone, there was nothing bad about it. They’d probably both stopped because they thought it was too dangerous.
“Huu…”
Not wanting to dwell on bad thoughts, I swept a hand over my chest and scrolled through the usual internet broadcasting community.
…Oh. The boss’s girlfriend is streaming again.
The person I was desperately trying to erase from my mind had popped up on the internet, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Damn it. Normally I’d excitedly click on an acquaintance’s stream to watch, but now—
Even while grumbling complaints, I naturally clicked the link and entered the boss’s girlfriend’s broadcast. But what appeared on screen wasn’t my acquaintance—it was another streamer.
Ah… she must have turned off her own stream and hosted this one.
I lost interest in an instant and was about to close it, but strangely enough, the hosted streamer ended their broadcast before I could. And then—
A cam screen with no one on it suddenly filled the monitor.
-Ugh… ah… M… Master… nim….
-Fuck….
Very faintly. Barely audible. The sound echoed from beyond the wall, or perhaps from the other side. Recognizing what it meant wasn’t difficult at all.
-?
-?
Only a few remaining viewers typed question marks into the chat.
…This. I know this. It’s a bug. The kind where you think you ended the stream, but it doesn’t actually turn off…