First-Gen Camgirl Han Eun-ju (34, Single Mom) Desperate to Repay

"Hehe, Auntie's come prepared today! Make sure you all stick around till the very end, okay? ♡"

"This is… thirty-four?"

The moment the stream started, that single thought took over everything.

No matter how many times I looked, the woman on screen had the face of someone my own age. Honey-smooth skin that had banished every wrinkle into nonexistence. A gentle smile and thin eyebrows that made her expression seem soft at first glance — but the sharp bridge of her nose and the clean line of her jaw were pure, natural beauty. And right under the outer corner of one eye sat a perfectly placed beauty mark, a teardrop mole. Another freckle dotted the cleavage she was showing off, and somehow those simple spots alone gave her an oddly… sensual quality. The moles lent a touch of age-appropriate dignity to her baby-faced looks while making her even more beautiful at the same time.

Now that I was actually watching, I was starting to understand why four thousand people tuned in and why she had so many devoted fans. There was a lot to look at. Pretty face. A mouth that ran entertainingly well. As for her body… hard to say. The chest packed into that white tank top looked a little above average, but she was sitting down, so I couldn't see the full picture.

Either way, it was easy on the eyes. My cynical impression of livestreaming shifted, just a little.

…Still, there's got to be some real merit beyond just looking. Something better than touching her myself.

Even so, my heart remained thoroughly unmoved. Feeling awkward just sitting there staring, I propped up my phone and started casually curling dumbbells in the home gym corner of the apartment — and in the chat racing by, comments like these kept popping up.

"Chairman" was almost certainly referring to me. Looking closer now, I could see that the Chairman rank came with its own icon and special features — my half-assed username, Anonymous 633241, was blooming with a dazzling spray of flowers. Next to it, some ridiculous siren was spinning around so you couldn't miss the ID even if you tried. It was basically screaming, Hey guys, look at me!

"Don't call me that. It's annoying…"

But the attention wasn't exactly welcome. My body was busy and I had no desire to type out replies one by one, so I just kept doing squats and watched. I had no intention of revealing my identity to the public, and no desire to either. Trouble might come of it, so I stayed a spectator.

"Alright, alright — I barely managed to drag our shy Chairman in here, okay? Stop throwing bait into the chat.

And the host of this room is me. If you all keep swarming the Chairman… I might get jealous?"

Right then, as if she'd read my mind, the host Eun-ju smoothly reabsorbed the attention. She had good instincts — the mark of a real broadcaster. Scanning the chat, she seemed like a seasoned veteran of this scene. She guided the talk show along so naturally it was effortless. The more I watched, the more her charm felt like a sweet hit of carbs — the kind that left you wanting more. It was a camgirl stream built around her face, but in some ways it felt like a radio show. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She ran her mouth through every absurd thing that had happened to her, shared funny stories, even tossed in current events and news.

"Hah. Time to bounce."

But that was as far as it went. I'd listened while working out, and I'd given her the courtesy of watching — but even so, I figured time spent meeting Haneul would be more worthwhile. I roughly wiped off the sweat and was about to head out to meet whichever college girl happened to be free when—

"Alright then! I promised our Chairman some real, thick service today, so let's get right to it!"

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Rrrrk — the moment BJ Eun-ju shoved her gaming chair back, the real game began.

"?! What the fuck?!"

The curse tore out of me along with a spray of spit.

I hadn't been able to see it before, but below the waist she was wearing leggings. Those clingy fluorescent-pink leggings put every single line of BJ Eun-ju's lower body on full display. From above the knees, a breathtaking curve climbed at a mercilessly steep angle. Her thighs — each one roughly the circumference of her own face — stood there plump and taut. I'd seen women's leggings look a little sadly empty before, but this was the first time I'd ever seen a pair so stuffed they looked ready to burst. Violent, luxury-grade honey thighs. It could have looked excessive, but the wide hips supporting them tied the whole silhouette into something pretty and perfectly proportioned. She had cultivated a woman's greatest points of appeal into something genuinely beautiful.

"Since the Chairman dropped such a massive donation, we're going straight through three rounds with no tips required~ ♥"

Beneath that college-girl face, BJ Eun-ju put on a song and started to dance. The track was a current girl-group hit, and she'd clearly learned the choreography to match — shaking the precarious lines of her chest in that tank top, working her hips hard.

Sway ♥ Sway ♥

This wasn't some half-assed, coquettish little wiggle. This was the real thing. She moved with the polish of someone who'd been properly trained, elegant enough to slot right into a girl-group formation. For someone who claimed to be thirty-four, her dancing was remarkably refined — not a single tacky move in sight.

Whether it was those destructive thighs and that bouncing chest or something else entirely, a vein of money cracked wide open. I'd already covered them so they didn't need to tip — and still the men coughed up cash like they were under a spell. They threw money the way you'd toss treats to a cute stray cat, just to earn a scrap of attention.

"Haa, haa…! Thank you. Thank you so much to everyone who donated!"

BJ Eun-ju powered through all three sets without a single real break. The stamina drain had to be brutal, but all she did was pour sweat — then take one sip from a plastic water bottle with that dewy look on her face and flash a bright smile.

"……Damn."

I'd watched the whole thing without realizing it. Standing there in the home gym, crudely stroking my fully hard cock while I took it all in.

"Especially you, Chairman — thank you so, so much for that enormous donation! I finally get to show you something for it ♥

Ah! Is there any other dance you'd like to see? I can handle most of them!"

…A dance, huh.

I kept fondling my dick as I stared at BJ Eun-ju through the screen. I swallowed hard, then requested the only dance I actually knew.

"Zero Two?"

It was ancient at this point, but the truth was I didn't follow girl groups at all, so that was the only dance I knew. Surprisingly, though, chat reacted well.

Still damp with sweat from the previous number, BJ Eun-ju covered her mouth and giggled — then dropped straight into position.

"Hehe, so our Chairman… ♥ likes this kind of thing, does he?"

No accompaniment. Eun-ju just went for it cold. She moved like the choreography was burned into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her body, executing every step with total command.

Thump ♥ Thump ♥ Thump ♥ Thump ♥

Defenseless underarms lifted high. Hips and thighs thrashing — and yet not a single movement fell out of place.

"Holy shit…… so this is what everyone was waiting for, huh?"

It was an obscenely filthy dance, and somehow still beautiful. Just watching it drained the life out of me; my throat went dry. The more I squeezed and worked my cock, the more I wanted to bury my face in that thick, flowing scent of a mature woman and breathe it in for real. It had been a while since I'd wanted this badly to make a well-built milf eat my cock and then fuck her senseless.

A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. I gave her a thoroughly satisfied grade.

This must have been how an archaeologist felt, stumbling onto an unexpected jewel.

From the quick search I'd done earlier, she was a single mother with a kid. That was why fans called her "Auntie," and why she played the married-woman character — but whether she had a kid or not made no difference to me. If I wanted something, I took it.

"Shall I send a little something packed with ulterior motives first~ ♬"

I'd learned from chat how people repaid a dance they liked, so I put it into practice immediately. I needed to keep it measured — no need to pull too much aggro — so I just tapped the screen a few times, carefully.

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By now, even a casual glance made it obvious what specialty Han Eun-ju had cultivated through her streaming career.

Physical allure. Especially over the years, she had poured an enormous amount of work into her lower body. Pilates studios, yoga, basic fitness — her personal maintenance and schedule were airtight, not a single gap. On top of that, she attended dance academies. She bounced from place to place like she was clearing dojos, constantly updating her belly dance, pole dance, and every kind of girl-group choreography. Thanks to that, she could now watch almost any routine and replicate it perfectly. That effort was what had let Han Eun-ju last so long as a camgirl. Even when the content looked similar on the surface, putting real time into quality always paid her back.

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But a reward on this scale was a first.

"Waaah?! Ch-Chairman?! Again like this— no, no, I wasn't trying to milk you for more! Stop! You can stop giving!"

She genuinely had no idea what to do with herself. Heaven was dumping gold on her again, endorphins flooding so hard she was practically dizzy. Her heart hammered, and she stamped her feet in place, half-convinced this couldn't be real. Today she'd meant to repay him — to ease the guilt of freeloading hundreds of millions and give something back for the man who'd restored her prime — and instead he'd already surpassed her previous settlement total.

The amount counting up on the monitor was…… already four hundred and ninety million won.

"No, this isn't about enough, this is…! Aaaah… what are you even supposed to say in a situation like this?"

A comment glittered and sparkled. Every room's Chairman got a special glow like that — but that wasn't what mattered. The sheer volume of money was making her head spin.

Chat exploded all over again the moment another massive sum hit. They were screaming that he was a real whale, that some chaebol chairman had been lurking in the room the whole time. And in the middle of that pandemonium, one devoted viewer left a particular comment.

"The board," the fan called it. The moment those words appeared, the whole chat lit up with excitement.

"Th-that?"

Right. It was a promise. She'd milked the joke for content more than a few times — and now that she'd actually received a donation this enormous, there was no getting out of it.

She fidgeted, then brought out the sturdy board she'd kept hidden beside the wardrobe in her streaming room. It was a thick piece of hardboard covered in pretty handwriting, laid out like a menu with all sorts of items listed on it.

"I never thought the day would actually come when I'd use this…"

Her face burned hot.

"I, um… I'm a homebody so I don't really go out much, but if it's the Chairman, I suppose I have no choice. A promise… is a promise."

Reading the board carefully, this is what it said:

Skinship prices listed out like a hostess bar menu. The cheap, money-is-everything culture of livestreaming, condensed onto a single board.

The truth was, Han Eun-ju hadn't been even ninety-nine percent serious about it. She'd made the board as an April Fools' gag — a way to mock the donation culture of streaming itself. She'd deliberately written absurd amounts as a joke with her viewers. But now the real thing had walked through the door, and there was nothing she could do about it. A promise was a promise — and the money he'd just fired off, not even counting cumulative totals, had already hit four hundred and ninety million won.

"Y-yes! You can do whatever you want with what you've donated… I guess."

Gulp…!

For the first time in a long while on stream, she swallowed a mouthful of bone-dry saliva. What would this mysterious, absurdly wealthy man choose? The menu even had options that could put her entire streaming career in danger — but it had been her promise, and at this amount of money, she had to be ready for anything.

She was wound so tight she could barely breathe — and then the Chairman made his choice.

And that choice was—