Exposed (4)
I let out a low curse under my breath. “Ha, fuck…”
How many people in the world truly knew what it felt like to straddle a woman who accepted every single one of your desires, then grind your cock against her face? This wasn’t some simple boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife relationship. This was ownership. A dynamic where I possessed her and she wanted to be possessed. The sensation was so electric it made my scalp tingle. I savored the lingering thrill while thrusting deep into her mouth.
But that thick, satisfying afterglow vanished in an instant, shattered by the loud ring of a phone.
“Puhah… Who is it…?”
“No idea. Gotta answer to find out.”
“Mm…”
I pulled my now-clean cock from her lips, walked out of the room completely naked, and picked up the phone I’d tossed in the living room. I figured it was probably either Seo Jia or Hinami, but the name on the screen was completely unexpected.
“What the hell?”
It was our gym part-timer. Why was Hwang Suah calling me at this hour? We weren’t exactly on personal-call terms. Maybe she was quitting because I’d only talked about firing her but never actually did it? Finding a decent replacement right now was proving difficult…
“Hello?”
-Ah, B-Boss…
The moment I answered, I heard her stammering in a tone that matched my expectations. I was already half-convinced of what she was about to say. I paced around the living room, thinking I’d either sweet-talk her into staying another month or just cancel the whole firing idea entirely. That’s when I noticed the door to the soundproof booth was wide open. Without thinking, I stepped inside.
“Yeah, what is it?”
-Um, well… I saw… your girlfriend’s broadcast… Kyaaak…!
The soundproof booth, apparently left open for ventilation, still had the computer running. The monitor clearly showed our living room chair. The second I walked toward the camera, my naked body appeared on screen as if it belonged there. The chat window had frozen, but there was no denying this was a live broadcast.
My brain short-circuited for a moment as I stared at my own body. Then I snapped back to reality and slammed the button that looked most like “End Stream,” killing the feed instantly.
“Hey, hey, shit. What the fuck is this…”
-It… it’s off now, Boss. The stream…
My heart, which had been pounding steadily even during sex, now hammered wildly, pumping blood through my veins like it was trying to burst out of my chest. Fuck. Did Haeun forget to end the broadcast? No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t make sense of the situation. I pulled the phone away from my ear, swallowed hard, and frantically started searching the internet.
Seo Haeun. Sophia. Haeun. Kang Juhyuk. Juhyuk. Female streamer. Big-tits bitch. Cosplay. Cosplayer. I used every search term I could think of.
While I searched, Suah seemed to be saying something on the other end, but none of it registered. If someone had recorded this, we’d be in serious trouble. Even though the apartment had decent soundproofing, I couldn’t be sure the noise hadn’t leaked into the booth. I’d closed the bedroom door during sex, but the booth door had been left wide open.
No matter how crudely you described Haeun as a girl who sold her tits for views, there were limits to how much image damage she could afford. But whether by misfortune or sheer luck, no community I checked had any mention of what had just happened. The only thing that came up was some chatter from about an hour ago when Haeun had been streaming.
-…Boss?
“…Ah, yeah. What?”
After calming my heart—which had panicked more in that single moment than it had in years—I finally registered Suah’s urgent voice calling my name and answered her.
Ha, fuck. If it hadn’t been her, I would’ve been completely screwed. I was about to thank her when a sudden question stopped me cold. I swallowed my words and thought carefully.
…How did she even know about this?
Well, it wasn’t that strange for someone to watch a broadcast if they knew the streamer…
-Ah, Boss. Did you… hear what I said earlier? There’s sometimes a bug during hosting that…
“…Hosting?”
-…You didn’t hear me. Okay. I’ll explain from the beginning.
As if determined to clear up every single one of my questions, Suah carefully walked me through what had happened. Haeun had started a quick stream, then used the feature that passes the current viewers to another streamer before ending her own broadcast. The person who received those viewers ended their stream shortly after, triggering a bug that sent the viewers back to Haeun’s channel. By then most of them had already left, so only a few people noticed the stream hadn’t actually ended. She had been one of them.
But put another way, that meant a few people might have heard the sounds echoing through this apartment.
-Ah, but… Please don’t worry too much. The sound was really quiet, so almost nothing was audible…
“…So you did hear it.”
-…Yes. But it was barely audible. And no one else stayed in the chat to keep watching…
Yet here Suah was, openly admitting she had heard it. She said that even with earphones in and the volume maxed out, it had been extremely faint. The saving grace was that the chat hadn’t been very active. Even when I scrolled up, the only odd messages after the stream ended were one or two question marks. If what Suah said was true, there was no reason for anyone to stick around watching a frozen screen with almost no sound.
She had noticed something was off and contacted me urgently. Otherwise, she probably would’ve just switched to another stream.
-Ah, and Boss. Please delete the VOD. The replay.
“Huh? Yeah. Got it.”
Thanks to the part-timer who was generously giving me advice well worth every paycheck I’d given her, I was able to delete the VOD and cleanly erase all traces.
…If this really blows over without any consequences, I’ll consider myself lucky.
I wiped away the cold sweat dripping down my face and spoke to Suah again, my voice a little calmer.
“Ha, shit. Sorry. No. Thank you. That was almost a disaster…”
-Ah, no, it’s fine. I was… really surprised when I saw it…
Of course she’d be surprised. It must have looked like someone she knew was teetering on the edge of a cliff, about to dive headfirst into disaster. I held the phone to my ear and let out a long sigh, then looked down at my cock—which had shriveled up completely—and let out a hollow laugh.
Ah, shit. If anyone other than her had seen that, my naked body would’ve been spread all over the internet. Not that I’d be particularly embarrassed if it got out, but the thought of all the DMs that would flood my Instagram or Haeun’s…
“…”
…But now that I thought about it calmly.
She had definitely seen it.
-…Um, Boss.
“Yeah.”
-I’ll… hang up now. Seems like the situation’s been handled…
“…Yeah.”
She must have sensed that I’d realized it too. The atmosphere turned unbearably awkward in an instant, and Suah hung up as if fleeing.
…Ha, well. I get it. It’d probably be pretty unpleasant to see your not-very-close part-time boss’s dick. I made a mental note to treat her and her uncle to a meal sometime, then grabbed my throbbing forehead and roughly shut down the damn computer.
Fuck. No matter how much I enjoyed walking tightropes, I never wanted to tightrope over a cliff where one slip meant death.
I decided I was going to give Haeun a good scolding when I got back to the room. Gripping my phone tightly, I headed back.
I thought I’d seen some DMs come in, but I was too exhausted to deal with that right now.
…I saw it.
The part-time boss’s… no, my uncle’s friend’s younger brother’s… the baseball player I used to cheer for when I was little… his cock.
It was the kind of cock that would ruin several women at once. A terrible, monstrous thing.
…But somehow it made sense.
It was ridiculously big and thick… Wait, actually, thinking about it again, maybe it wasn’t that unrealistic. Considering the boss’s height, it felt… just right? Maybe a little bigger than that?
One thing was certain—it was much bigger than the dildo I kept at home.
And it wasn’t hanging down limply. It was rock hard, standing straight up.
The hair… looked like it had been waxed. Smooth and clean.
…No. The more I describe it, the more I sound like a total pervert.
I am a total pervert, though.
Still… if I imagine the roles reversed, it feels disgusting…
“…”
I slapped myself mentally for losing my mind and tried flipping the situation.
What if I had been tweeting like usual and accidentally uploaded a full nude by mistake? And the boss was the first one to see it. He urgently messaged me to warn me, but then secretly judged my body on his own.
…Hmm. Uhh…
Why does the thought that he might do that come to mind first?
Is it because the boss is such a playboy? But with that body… and that cock… and the fact that he keeps things surprisingly neat down there… it does seem possible…
“Ah, I’m actually going crazy…”
I shook my head hard, trying to scatter all the filthy fantasies that kept multiplying the more I thought about it. Then, filled with the satisfying feeling of having saved two people, I flopped down on the bed and fiddled with my phone.
If anyone besides me had noticed, everything I’d done would become meaningless. But fortunately—or unfortunately—no matter where I looked, it didn’t seem like anyone else had caught what I had seen. The only thing that came up was a single post complaining about why Sophia’s VOD had disappeared.
…Seriously, we got so lucky. I was terrified of the boss earlier, but for a second there he looked almost pitiful. Now I feel a strange sense of camaraderie. Since I helped him this much, maybe he won’t get mad even if he finds out I sent that DM? That hopeful thought crossed my mind. Then again, he might feel even more betrayed.
All sorts of complicated emotions swirled together. I couldn’t calm down at all and just rolled around restlessly on the bed.
“Haa…”
I don’t know anymore. At the end of the day, it’s the boss’s fault for sleeping around like that. It’s his fault for touching my incredibly busty and beautiful older sister, Jia with her abs and thighs that could kill a man, and even Hinami who’s ridiculously cute in real life. Damn it.
…Screw it. Maybe I’ll watch some harem porn tonight. I wonder if there’s anything decent. It’d be nice if the male actor had a somewhat decent face…
“…Why aren’t you answering? What the hell are you doing that you can’t pick up for two whole hours?”
“Haa… I don’t even need to ask. You’re fucking her, aren’t you? My sister.”
Left alone in the room, my suspicions only grew larger. No matter how I thought about it, Hwang Suah seemed like the culprit. It wouldn’t be strange at all if she was the one doing this. Just from her tweets, it was obvious she liked that kind of thing. She didn’t seem to care about gender either. The username was similar. She had connections to both me and Kang Juhyuk. There was no physical evidence, but the circumstantial evidence was already enough to convict her.
But no matter how much I suspected her, there was nothing I could do alone. After all, she had only brought up Kang Juhyuk’s name, not mine. If I stepped forward now, it would be the same as confessing. Maybe she had done it on purpose, anticipating this.
…Ha. I never thought I’d be betrayed like this.
I chewed on my humiliation mixed with anxiety and spent the time desperately thinking about how to persuade him the moment he answered the phone tomorrow. No matter who that man was. No—precisely because it was Kang Juhyuk. If I showed even the slightest sexual interest, he would probably take my side. Kang Juhyuk doesn’t have any particular feelings for Hwang Suah, right…? So maybe he’d lend a hand to get revenge on that wicked bitch who tried to blackmail his acquaintance.
…I have no idea when he’ll answer.
Ah, fuck. There’s that thumping sound from downstairs again…