The First-Gen Cam Girl I Desperately Want to Repay — Han Eun-ju (34, Single Mother)

I don't resent my mother.

She may never make it into an encyclopedia of great figures, but she is someone I respect with every fiber of my being.

When my father ran off and our household fell to pieces, she stood firm alone and raised me all the way to this day. Even streaming — a line of work with a thoroughly rotten reputation — was the best option she could choose so she could keep an eye on me while working and raising a child at the same time.

Of course, that streaming career caused no end of trouble as I grew up, but I knew what she was going through, so I endured it.

I got into fights whenever someone called her a cyber whore, and I reported kids to the teacher more times than I can count — but I never truly hated her.

During the chaos of puberty I rebelled, and in fits of anger I said things I never should have said. None of it was sincere.

Words that burst out on impulse are never the real truth.

Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap!

"Ugh…! Hnngh! Mmph!"

Clutched tight in my fist: Mom's soft lace panties. Pressed hard against my nose: a pair of sports panties I'd fished out of yesterday's laundry pile.

Completely naked on the bed, nostrils flaring, I tasted heaven.

That sudden, impulsive thing called sexual desire.

It, too, carried the word "sudden" — but this one alone was genuine. I had truly… come to feel this dangerous craving for my own mother.

"Nnngh! Hnnnnngh!"

I stroked myself like a man possessed.

Every time I climaxed, I made absolutely sure to soil the panties she had worn until they were filthy.

Spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt!

My hips arched like a drawn bow as I finished.

After dealing with the aftershocks and waiting out the post-nut clarity, I looked down at the wet panties and the pathetic, stick-thin body of a man.

"………I did it again."

Ragged breathing.

The sin I committed while fully aware it was wrong, and the excitement that refused to die.

I couldn't tell where any of it had started going wrong.

The wild wandering of puberty?

The endless stream of lewd screenshots of Mom that kids kept shoving in my face on their phones?

That glimpse of her cleavage when I gave her a light shove during an argument?

Even thinking it through myself, I had no answer.

What I did know for certain was that my self-control was crumbling like a dam giving way, and I could no longer hold it back.

My respect for her had twisted into something grotesque.

Naturally, Mom had no idea.

I only ever did it at times when I was least likely to get caught, and afterward I washed the panties and threw them in with the rest of the laundry.

On top of that, Mom kept her streams under strict lockdown where I was concerned.

The moment I so much as mentioned anything broadcast-related, she flew into a rage.

When she caught me watching as a little kid who didn't know any better, she used her streamer privileges to ban my account and our Wi-Fi IP.

She took a certain pride in her work, yet she was still mortified in front of her own son — and so the ban on stream talk settled into an unspoken rule between us that we both had to honor.

But the world has ways of buying alt accounts, and ways of spoofing an IP.

"So fucking hot… Mom is so fucking hot…!"

Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap!

And the harder she tried to stop me from watching, the bigger that sense of forbidden thrill grew.

It was the age when blood boiled and then boiled again; I lost count of how many times I came into the underwear I'd stolen.

With only a single wall between us while she streamed, I watched her footage and crossed a line I never should have crossed. The more twisted those wrong feelings became, the more they turned me on.

And so, right in the middle of that period when I could barely define what my mother even was to me, everything blew up.

…

…

…

An enormous sum in donations.

An amount of money so absurd it defied belief. I'd heard the occasional story about big spenders lurking in the streaming world, but this was a figure that stripped reality of all meaning.

Getting money was obviously a good thing.

Who would turn it down? Of course it gave Mom breathing room and kept our family afloat.

My expensive academy fees came out of that money too.

But it was too much.

Dropping 160 million won on the first wave wasn't enough — later it became 490 million.

The chat going wild over a sum like that was only natural, but it also set off a complete freefall. Even Mom, a veteran streamer, had never seen anything like it; her face flushed with open bewilderment.

"Ugh, I never thought I'd actually have to use this…"

In the end, the menu board she'd only ever kept as a joke — the one listing physical-contact prices — made its appearance.

She'd made it herself, but she had never sincerely intended to use it. Mom was never a real cyber whore.

But looking at the amounts, even the fans seemed to acknowledge the sincerity of it, and she got carried away on the high of the moment and went through with it.

Or maybe the fans, dying of curiosity about the Chairman's identity, egged on the BJ they supported — my mother — until she had no choice.

"Well then, since the Chairman has chosen… I'll see you on the promised day…♥"

"No way!!?"

Mom, who until now had only ever done the occasional brief fan meet with her regulars, had just scheduled a private one-on-one with some completely unknown man.

Of course my heart was a wreck. I wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stop it somehow, but barging in or tipping her off would instantly expose the fact that I watched her streams.

And so that day arrived.

On a weekday morning, Mom stood at the front door in light broadcast-ready makeup, clicking into a pair of high heels. White skirt, a shirt, a blazer with a casual-suit vibe thrown over it.

Whether I should call it a relief or not — she hadn't dressed up extravagantly.

"Uh, Mom! Where are you going at this hour?"

"Ah! Mm……"

"Well…… I've got an important advertising meeting. Work's been pouring in for the first time in a while, haha…."

"……."

Mom lied on the spot as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She lied while heading out to meet the Chairman who had showered her in money.

But I, too, had to pretend on the surface that I knew nothing about her streaming situation — so I had to play along with the lie and act ignorant.

"Be careful. You'll try to come home early… right?"

"Yeah! I'll probably be back before sunset. If I'm not home first, don't wait up — go ahead and eat."

"……."

All I could do was believe her.

Bound by that unspoken rule, I couldn't press any further. I just stood there, powerless, and saw her off until she stepped out the front door.

"The stream… the stream!"

There was one small piece of good news, at least.

The date would be broadcast live.

The menu item that man — the Chairman — had chosen was a public date with Mom.

In exchange, he'd announced that he didn't want his identity known, so he would cover his face.

A public date meant I could watch, and the camera would keep him from trying anything underhanded. That was a relief.

After an agonizing wait, the stream finally began.

The title was Public Date with the Chairman Who Dropped Hundreds of Millions♥.

……Strike while the iron's hot, I guess — Mom had to farm streamer aggro too — but it was still a pretty bold title.

Anyway, the moment the broadcast started, the inside of a café filled the screen.

Right there was Mom's face… and beside her, a man wearing one of those masks little kids use.

It was the kind of mask that used to show up in old special-effects shows, but looking at the man's broad shoulders and well-developed chest… he didn't seem like an ordinary person.

"Yes, everyone, I've finally met the Chairman! Nice to meet you, Chairman♡"

"Hello, everyone~ I'm the sucker whale who dropped a pile of cash a few days ago."

"Alright, alright, I know you've got a lot of questions, but please hold off on asking about the Chairman. We went through so much just to meet!"

"Ah, it's fine. I won't pay attention to chat, so just film it like we're hanging out naturally between the two of us."

"Y-yes!"

Whether it was pure curiosity about the man who'd dropped hundreds of millions, the viewer count had already climbed to forty-four thousand.

Several times her usual audience. I chewed my nails raw and watched the public date stream ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with a bitter heart.

Behind the mask, the man carried himself like a smooth operator who was completely at home on camera.

Mom was practically a minor celebrity in the streaming world, yet he didn't flinch in the slightest — perfectly at ease right beside her.

The distance between them… he kept it right at that razor-thin gap where they almost touched but didn't.

"Aaaah… I really hate jump scares, but this is okay, right?"

"That's right. This is the only correct answer, so go ahead and press it."

"This is really it, right? For real, Chairman? …Kyaaaaaaah!"

"Hahaha."

The two of them casually played an escape room,

"Chairman, is this how you hold it?"

"Yes, that's right — just push it a little like that~"

"Eut— ah?!"

"Oh dear, you let go too fast. Looks like I win the bet♬"

"Uuu……"

Then they went to a bowling alley.

The rest was a perfectly ordinary date course, and throughout it all the man never really made a move.

Even with my eyes burning holes in the screen, all I could see was him simply having a good time with Mom.

…Honestly, even from where I sat, it just looked wholesome.

He kept firing off stream-friendly banter without missing a beat, matched Mom's energy, and delivered a perfectly ordinary date for the audience's vicarious satisfaction. He looked extremely used to being out with a woman.

"Alright, get changed. I won the bet, so that means dinner's on me too, right?"

"Well, I suppose I have no choice…♡"

"……."

Even Mom on the screen no longer wore her broadcast face.

She was covering her mouth and laughing for real. Somehow it felt like she was the one closing the distance, not him.

Time kept flowing until the surroundings had gone dim with evening.

They decided to wrap things up with one last meal over Korean beef.

"Man, today was really fun. Definitely got my money's worth!"

"I should be the one saying that… I was supposed to treat you properly, and instead I just kept receiving……"

"I had more than enough fun myself. Come on, cheers — cheers!"

"Cheers♥"

As adult drinking sessions always go, alcohol entered the picture.

For the sake of the stream's framing, the two of them sat side by side and drank soju.

They slowly picked at the meat and kept trading endless, pointless small talk as if they had a million things to say.

"Why won't this end…! Just wrap it up already, Mom."

I was glad to know through the screen that nothing had gone wrong with her — but the date kept stretching on.

Mom herself seemed to be pouring her whole heart into enjoying it; she showed no sign of wanting to end the stream.

The longer it went, the more a flush rose in the cheeks of a woman who couldn't hold her liquor, and little by little she started leaning against the man.

She was a light drinker to begin with, and once she was fully tipsy her tongue tangled completely.

"Hehe… By the way, Chairman, you've really been wearing that mask all day long…♡"

"Why, are you curious too, Eun-ju?"

"I've gotten used to it after spending the whole day together, but… I am a little curious. What you look like underneath."

"Well, it's not like I really need to hide it that badly…"

As if an idea had just struck him, the man set down the soju glass he'd been sipping under the mask,

"Alright. How about this. A kiss was fifty million won a pop, right?"

"Huh? Ah……… Yes, that's what I wrote on the board."

"I've still got date coupons left over, so if you give me a fifty-million-won kiss, I'll dramatically take the mask off."

"What?!

A-are you sure that's okay? There are still… thirty-nine thousand people watching……"

"Ah! There is one condition, of course."

The man leaned in toward her ear with a sly grin.

The way he whispered so tenderly against Mom's ear, anyone watching might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have thought they were a pair of students dating.

Mom listened, stared blankly for a moment as she considered it, then gave a small nod.

She set down her soju glass and pulled the camera in close.

"Do you agree?"

"……Yes♥"

"Well then—"

"In that case…… I'm sorry, everyone~♡"

The screen froze without warning.

A beat later I realized the broadcast had cut off.

Mom had apologized through her tangled tongue and killed the stream. With the feed dead, whatever came next became an open ending.

In short, the two of them had tied it off however they pleased — an ending only they would know.

"Wh-what?! What the hell!!!"

Even the chat exploded.

Cutting it off like some cheap drama teaser had everyone furious.

They poured all that nowhere-to-go rage straight into the chat window.

"Phone — phone!"

But I was family. I still had options left.

I scrambled for my phone.

If I called right now I could still stop whatever was about to happen. I cooked up a reasonable excuse — that I was just worried — and dialed.

Ring… ring… ring…

She didn't pick up.

Nothing but the dial tone came back. When she still hadn't answered by the end, I called again in a panic.

Ring… ring… click! The power is off, so this call cannot be—

"Wh-whaaat?! What are you doing! Damn it, pick up the phone, pick up!"

Her phone had been switched off.

As if she found me annoying, she'd shut me out completely.

Maybe the battery died from streaming so long — but no matter how furious I got, the call wouldn't connect.

"Don't tell me Mom…?

……No no no, that would never happen. No matter how much guys hit on her, she's never gotten involved with anyone even once…!"

My mind went black.

But no matter how hard I tried to reassure myself, whatever was happening over there was something only those two people knew now.

My blood ran dry.

Ugly imaginations painted themselves across my thoughts.

My heart hammered so hard I thought I'd lose my mind.