How Is a Newbie Camgirl Such a Delinquent?
I entered Rua's room expecting nothing special, but there she was—that same bitch from back then, Seo Ye-na, sitting with her legs elegantly crossed.
She wore a fresh smile, chatting languidly with the viewers. Anyone seeing that stunning face and hearing her soft voice would think she was the epitome of kindness. And sure enough, the viewers were already enchanted, treating Rua—no, Seo Ye-na—like some saint.
But I knew her wicked, ruthless true nature. Better than anyone in the world, probably.
This fucking bitch... Pretending to be all sweet and shit... What a cunt...
I'd almost forgotten about her and moved on, but now she shows up right in front of me like this. If this was fate, it was one hell of a toxic one.
To make sure I wasn't imagining things, I double- and triple-checked. Those sharp eyes in that small face, the big eyes, thin lips, pale white skin—there was no way I could mistake Seo Ye-na for anyone else.
And seeing that face dragged up the moments from my life I wanted to erase most vividly.
"Hey, Shin Jun-seo! Eat up my leftovers too~"
Saying that, Seo Ye-na had dumped all her scraps onto my lunch tray.
"Hey, Shin Jun-seo! Watch out!"
With those words, she'd shoved me from behind, sending me tumbling. Oh, and that was during a school retreat, crossing a muddy puddle.
"Hey, Shin Jun-seo! Hand over your gym clothes!"
We were in the same class. Side note: the money I'd stashed inside my gym clothes vanished. She never gave them back anyway.
But that was nothing compared to what came next. You might be shocked, but that was tame. The incident that shocked me most and ignited my hatred for Seo Ye-na started right here.
"Fuck, this pisses me off. Homeroom teacher's always on my ass! Shit!"
Seo Ye-na stormed in, fuming from god knows where, and kicked over my desk like it was the most natural thing. She stomped on all my books inside, venting her rage.
When I stared at her in disbelief, she snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?" and bashed my head with her cross necklace.
Why a cross? Her family was devout Roman Catholic, so naturally, she was a pious believer too. Well, maybe not pious—no true believer would assault someone like that.
Anyway, blood trickled from my head after the hit. Even the guys who usually laughed at my misery started glancing around awkwardly, sensing it had gone too far.
I looked up at her with a sliver of hope, but her response was unforgettable.
"What."
Like, "What are you staring at?"—as if there was zero issue with any of it. That single word told me exactly how she saw me: not worth an ounce of remorse, just a bug to squash.
Thankfully, she got disciplined for school violence after that, but I still hadn't gotten my revenge.
"Fucking bitch...! And these viewers are calling that crap angelic... Unbelievable, insane..."
I slammed my desk in solo fury. Lottery win, crypto jackpot, banging Ryuna—lately, a smile never left my face. But Seo Ye-na's mere presence creased my brow.
Those painful memories clawing at my chest, plus her gall to play pure and suck Moon Cakes from viewers after all that trash—it boiled my blood.
I couldn't just sit there. Furious, I hammered the keyboard, typing a novella of a chat message. Something like: Hey Ye-na, ever tormented someone to death back in the day? You're acting all shy and sweet now, but weren't you smoking and a total delinquent in school? Hands on your heart... And so on, packing in every grievance.
Right as I went to hit enter, I hesitated. Ending my revenge on Seo Ye-na like this felt too cheap.
A expose post on Yeocam Gallery with grad photos and bullying records would shut down her camgirl gig for now. As a newbie, she probably hadn't made much yet.
Which meant striking while she was ripe for sabotage. Some might call that peak revenge, but it wouldn't quench my rage.
The internet broadcasting scene was full of worse offenders who bounced back after a short hiatus. School bullying? Not even a blip in camgirl land.
She'd chill for a few months and return to milking Moon Cakes from suckers. Nah, I wanted something more... something to truly soothe my scarred heart.
That's when I spotted the Moon Cake price list at the bottom of her stream.
Light dance reactions, KakaoTalk swaps, broadcast selfies, etc. And at the top, what grabbed my eye:
100,000 Moon Cakes - Food Date♡!
"..."
Unlike Ryuna's improv style, she had fixed prices for Food Dates—and sky-high ones for a trash bitch like her. The "open special" screamed limited time.
Seo Ye-na... no, she's going by Rua, her stage name. Can't even say her real one.
Anyway, I wanted to meet Rua as a big donor without revealing myself, see her face up close. But dropping ten million won into her wallet? Hell no.
A real dilemma. Food Date to meet her, but no way I'd pay her.
As I stared holes into her face, lost in thought...
"Kyarr~♡ Oppa, you can't do that~ Gotta live right to get blessings♡."
"...Fucking psycho."
Rua was playing the angelic camgirl act to a T, and her two-facedness disgusted me. But damn, it also hooked me as a guy...
Fuck... She's gorgeous, no denying it...
Even back during the bullying, I'd never denied Ye-na was hot. Hell, her "tormenting" touches had thrilled me sometimes. Post-grad, I'd jerked off to her yearbook pics plenty. Thought about fucking her before I died, even.
But now, with my current status... Could I make it real...?
Revenge lust layered atop anticipation. Ravaging Rua would be ultimate payback—and compensation for my shitty school days!
My mind was already sucking on her nipples, and my dick stiffened right up.
Once it's hard, judgment clouds. That's when the Food Date price in the stream corner taunted me again.
What face would Rua make knowing the big donor was me? Still her flirty smile? Or snap back to that old bitch mode?
Curiosity burned, but I reined in reason by starting small—firing off some pocket change.
Pew pew pew pew pew!
Shin Jun-seo has gifted 333 Moon Cakes!
Congratulations on joining the fan club!
The donation sound blared, and the notice popped up. Seeing it, I realized my screw-up.
Oh right, my username's my real name...
Pfft, no way she'd recognize it. Shin Jun-seo is a common name.
But Rua's expression twitched—eyebrows furrowing. Camgirls flip out in joy at Moon Cakes, tails wagging, but she buffered, staring at my username for a split second.
Might've been my imagination... but my gut said otherwise.
Thankfully, she recovered with a bright smile. "Kyaa♡! Congrats on the fan join, Shin Jun-seo oppa♡♡! Whip flash reaction coming up with those 333~ I'm a newbie camgirl, so forgive my dancing skills!"
Whew, no suspicion—she dove right into the reaction. Was I overthinking?
Makes sense; same name doesn't mean it's me.
Still, who'd have thought I'd see Seo Ye-na hear "oppa" from me while she performs... Fucking bitch. Shake that body good...
I fired another 333 and typed.
Shin Jun-seo has gifted 333 Moon Cakes!
"Kyaaa♡ Yes! Rua will dance her heart out!"
She winked with one eye and started dancing.
"Ahng♡ Heut♡ Huuaa... Whip... whip flash..♡!"
"..."
She really couldn't dance... But her sweet smile and effort were kinda cute. Was I losing it?
I quickly dredged up old Seo Ye-na memories to snap out of it. Meanwhile, unexpected shit hit the chat.
They recognized me even in this 40-viewer stream? Should've used an alt...
But Rua's reaction made me glad I didn't.
"B-big... shot...? Shin Jun-seo...? Yeocam Gallery too? What's that?"
Her eyes sparkled, lips smacking like a fox eyeing prey. Maybe this was a good thing...?
I could reel her in without more Moon Cakes.