The Worst First Meeting
My first meeting with her was the worst.
Night passed, and the day of my food date with Ryuna arrived. The appointment was for evening, so I'd planned to get a haircut during the day, buy some clean clothes, and show up looking sharp. But I'd dumped my money into stocks and dividends, and before I knew it, night had fallen.
I couldn't make it to the food date looking cool, but I'd multiplied my cash into something pretty substantial. 'Dividends this big? Insane...' Rich people make money with money— I'd always thought that was bullshit, but experiencing it firsthand, I realized it was true. It wasn't some bottomless well, but with 800 billion won out of my 130 billion safely parked in stable ETF products, I was pulling in about 550 million won a month in dividends. Half the remaining cash went into safer stocks instead of coins, and the rest stayed liquid. Just the dividends and stock gains alone could stuff so many Moon Cakes down camgirls' throats they'd burst... Thinking about living that happy big-spender life with this money already had me thrilled. Anyway, now it was time for the real deal. I hopped in a taxi, gave the driver the restaurant name for my meetup with Ryuna, and pulled up Yeocam Gallery.
I'd only learned about Ryuna yesterday. I figured I should know a bit more about her beforehand. Searching for Ryuna on Yeocam Gallery brought up tons of stuff.
I felt proud from the very first post. Smiling, I moved on to the next one.
"....."
Even to me, it seemed kinda off... Camgirls need that storytelling hustle, sure, but isn't this backstory too much? Obsessed with luxury 'cause she's from rags? Fine. But claiming virgin status with that face? How desperate is she to scam the simps...?
I didn't want to dig into Ryuna's dirty laundry, so I closed the gallery. Right on cue, we arrived at the spot.
Talking casually with Ryuna now, I stepped into what looked like a pretty upscale Western restaurant, hit by waves of savory, aromatic smells.
'Whoa, smells fucking delicious... How long since I ate at a place like this?' Wait, thinking about it—not how long, but I'd never been to one. Swallowing my bitterness, I followed the staff to my seat and waited for Ryuna.
But once I was actually at the food date spot, my heart started pounding like crazy.
'Why am I shaking this much...?' I'd burned thousands of Moon Cakes in a single day just to see her in person, but my IRL social skills were sorely lacking. The backlash hit before we even met—frozen stiff, chest thumping with nerves. Was I too hasty? Part of me wanted to bolt. Maybe I should just run— I glanced around, but too bad, Ryuna was already walking right toward me.
"Oh? Are you... Jun-seo oppa...?"
"..!!!"
No. Good call waiting. The moment I saw Ryuna, my heartbeat shifted forms—from anxiety to pleasant excitement, tension melting into anticipation. A smile crept onto my face unbidden.
'Whoa... she's fucking gorgeous for real...'
Ryuna looked way better in person than on cam. They say camgirls cake on filters and are unrecognizable IRL, but Ryuna was on another level. Far from unrecognizable—she was several times prettier? Rocking an off-shoulder top proudly showing off her seductive shoulders and a tight mini skirt hugging her ass perfectly. With that cheating body in such a risky outfit, every step made her upper tits bounce and jiggle ♡. She was a bit short, but her golden proportions made her look nearly 168cm—no issue at all.
Ryuna came right up to me, elegantly sweeping her hair behind her ear and leaning in slightly to flash her cleavage.
"Are you... Jun-seo oppa...?"
She probably thought she was just checking if I was Shin Jun-seo, but from my angle, it was two massive water balloons squishing together, forming a deep valley—prime eye candy.
"Um...?"
"Uh, yeah? Oh, right! Yeah, it's me, Shin Jun-seo."
I'd been glued to Ryuna's tits and snapped out of it in a panic. Not that I'm a perv or anything. Like most of the guys in this restaurant drooling over Ryuna right now, it was just primal male instinct kicking in.
Anyway, our first meeting was finally here. Ryuna beamed brightly and sat across from me.
"Kyaa♡ It really is Jun-seo oppa? No way, you look so young!"
Every smile made her refined eyes crinkle prettily without a hint of liner, her moist lips curving gracefully upward. The subtle scent of her skin mixed with fragrant perfume tickled my nose... Her cheeks slightly flushed from the cold... Up close, her skin was even fairer and more vibrant... And those tits jiggled so taut and perky with every move—definitely natural milk jugs.
'She's overwhelmingly flashy... Why'd she dress up this much...' Is this what a camgirl food date is? My mental resistance couldn't handle it... I clenched down on my dick hardening and opened my mouth.
"Haha... yeah. I'm on the young side."
"Uwoong~ But oppa, how old are you? Honestly, you seem around my age..."
"Twenty-three."
"For real? You looked young, but damn, you really are! You're probably the youngest hotblood fan! Oh, I'm twenty-two ♡"
Ryuna made a V-sign by herself, reacting cutely like she was doing a 1:1 stream just for me. Seeing that adorable aegyo up close had my face flushing nonstop; I kept averting my eyes. Ryuna tilted her head, sensing my severe lack of game.
"Hmm... But oppa, we said casual talk. Be comfortable."
"Uh, yeah? Oh right, we did. Yeah, sure."
"...."
"...."
And then came the excruciating awkward silence. Sure, I'm always like that, but this was Ryuna's first food date too. She seemed lost on what to talk about over dinner with her hotblood fan or how to steer things. We sat wordless for a while until the food arrived and Ryuna finally broke, like she couldn't take it.
"Um... oppa?"
"Yeah."
"But at twenty-three... how'd you drop all those Moon Cakes yesterday? You don't even seem that outgoing..."
"Oh... that was just..."
I almost said lottery win and crypto jackpot, but no need to brag about money, so I dodged.
"Uh... business went well. Sold it all and chilling now."
"...."
Ryuna wiped the smile off her face, narrowing her eyes and staring me down. Using those sexy, sharp eyes like that felt like an interrogation... Did I fuck up? Panicking at the shifted vibe, I said,
"Wh-why...? You seem mad or something..."
"Casual talk, remember?"
"...."
"Weird... really weird... Business, huh?"
"Yeah..."
"Liar."
"...."
Am I... really her hotblood...?
Ryuna crossed her arms now, propping up her massive tits, and started grilling me.
"You suck at dealing with people, seem miles from outgoing, but at your age you succeeded in business and sold the company?"
"Yeah... uh, well... yeah!"
"Haa... oppa."
"Uh yeah...?"
Ryuna leaned forward, blatantly scanning me top to bottom. My hair hadn't been cut in ages—super shaggy. Pathetic gaze that couldn't meet a woman's eyes. Ragged clothes like scavenged from a donation bin, shoes caked in grime and worn out. And she knew it best, having just finished her scan.
Ryuna sighed deeply, twirling her hair around her finger, hesitating a moment. She debated saying it, then finally grumbled,
"Oppa, be honest. Whose money did you use to drop all those Moon Cakes yesterday? Better tell the truth."
"...?"
Ryuna's words were pretty shocking.