How the Delinquent Girl Became a Camgirl
I'd heard I was pretty my whole life, and thanks to my looks, I was always at the center of the crowd back in middle and high school. No one dared mess with me—they called me one of the "popular kids," and even the iljin label didn't bother me enough to deny it. There was this one guy who went to the same schools as me, ended up in my class multiple times, and I bullied him mercilessly, ignoring him like he was nothing. It gave me a sense of superiority, boosted my ego, and was just plain fun. People called it school violence, but I didn't care. Back then, that was my badge of honor, my cool factor. And it felt like that world would last forever.
But when winter hit in my senior year of high school, my whole world crumbled. Everyone else had a next step—off to college to enjoy campus life, study, build a foundation for their future. Not me. I couldn't get in. No studying meant no surprise there. My friends were no different from me, but they scraped into under-enrolled schools or just paid their way in. Back then, I thought it was a waste of money, pointless. But as they started hanging out less, partying at clubs with their college buddies, I felt a twinge of envy. A bit of isolation too. And when I realized they'd at least get a diploma to pad their resumes, regret crept in.
Above all, it'd been over three years of lazing around, escaping reality, and the pressure at home was mounting.
"Seo Yena! How long are you gonna live like this? You're 23 already! Other girls your age are graduating! Aren't you ashamed before God and the Virgin Mary in heaven?!"
"Ugh, whatever! That heaven crap again. Just give me some money—I wanna go out with the girls for once, and I'm always broke!"
"You're broke 'cause you're a freeloading swan who doesn't work and just eats and plays!"
"I'll get a job and make money soon!!!"
"Sigh... Lord..."
My family was one of those hardcore church families, devout Catholics. Thanks to that, I'd been dragged to church nonstop since I was little, so I had some faith. Pretty deep, actually. I always carried a cross and Bible, prayed, and while I ignored stuff like loving and embracing everyone or not harming others... I was strict about purity, keeping my body clean. That was probably my one true pride in life, the highest value I dimly recognized.
In this day and age, premarital virginity got me called crazy by friends, but honestly, from my view, girls doing one-night stands and swapping guys nonstop, dirtying themselves up—that was the real madness.
And the person most fed up with my chastity? None other than...
"Haa..."
My boyfriend Jang Dongjun, who'd been with me since middle school. On the surface, he was tall enough not to embarrass me anywhere, so we kept dating. But he'd been pushing for skinship since middle school, and after we hit adulthood, he got outright blatant about wanting to fuck. I was getting sick of it. He even had tattoos, dabbled in illegal toto betting, and borrowed money from me plenty when I was already strapped. But this time, a hotel? Tempting.
"Hotel, huh... I do kinda wanna try..."
Still, no way in hell was I sleeping with him. Sorry, but I wasn't spreading my legs under any guy before marriage—and marrying this one? Fat chance.
I shot it down flat. Then my phone went nuts.
Bzzz— Bzzz— Bzzz—
I ignored the calls, and KakaoTalks kept coming.
"Kyaa! Psycho!"
Filthy, lust-filled messages. I grimaced and read-deleted them on sight.
Prayer... Gotta pray to cleanse my mind and body...
"Mother Mary..."
Of course, I'd smoke a cig after.
"Hoo... Fuck, life's such shit..."
*
Thankfully, my date with Jang Dongjun—my boyfriend—stayed clean. The second he'd try grabbing my hand, I'd slap him and threaten to dump him, but he'd apologize and cling. My cold shoulder had drilled manners into him perfectly. Obvious he was sucking up to marry me and finally get a piece. Anyway, while we were eating, he suddenly brought it up.
"Yena, ever thought about doing camgirl stuff? I can help with gear and setup. My bro does broadcast setups—I picked up some know-how working part-time next to him."
"What? Camgirl? You nuts? Me shaking my body for donation cash? Piss off."
"No no, Yena, not like that."
"Not like what? They flash cleavage for reactions, moan while shaking sideways for eye candy. It's not bad, but you know me—I'm hardcore about purity."
"I know that better than anyone. But lots of camgirls just do light idol dances to music. Honestly, with your face, you'd rake in donations. Waste not to use it while you're young. Yeah? I'll manage for you, help out..."
"Share the donation cut?"
"..."
"Toto losses again?"
"Yena, camgirls need good initial setup and manager oversight. I know my stuff—just let me handle it..."
"You still owe me from last time. And knowing camgirls this well? Been blowing cash on them too?"
"..."
"Sigh."
He was my boyfriend, but goddamn pathetic. Factory job or whatever—anything but gambling, shady shit, and wasting on camgirls... Wait, speaking of, camgirl...?
Sitting comfy in my room, getting compliments from viewers, making bank... This is...
Total honey pot...?
I started camgirling the very next day. Jang Dongjun handled setup, covered gear costs, in exchange for a cut of donations. Even added food dates—which I'd sworn off—but he said high pricing made it worth it. Just eat together; he'd watch from behind to keep things safe.
About a week in as a newbie camgirl? Viewer count still low, but solid for week one. Moon Candy wasn't exploding, but decent haul. More aegyo would boost it, but forcing it felt off.
Today's stream was the usual slog when some viewer spammed 333 Moon Candies twice, demanding reactions. Basically 666 total for fan join—a generous entry. I was about to name-drop and perform when...
'Shi... Shin Junseo...?'
The name hit me reflexively. Same as that total loser... What an idiot. No way it's that Shin Junseo, right? Nah, impossible. Grudge makes me paranoid. I shook it off, flashed a smile, and busted the Dip Flash dance. Reality crashed—me, Seo Yena, grinning like an idiot for losers...
"Di, Dip Flashhh...♡!"
'Haa, fuck...'
Me dancing like this for dorks... If only I had money... Any big donors...?
Then a chat line jumped out.
What? For real? No cap?
Didn't know if legit, but "whale" alone had me thrilled, smiling wide. Right then, KakaoTalks flooded from manager Jang Dongjun. I checked the silenced alerts on the side monitor.
'Thou... thousands?! Real?!'
Reel him in, settle him here... Hotels like my friends', luxury bags...
I can buy it all...!
Shin Junseo... Weird name, but I'll snag him...!
For the first time as a camgirl, real fire ignited in me.