Big Spender Verification!
“Oppa, be honest. Whose money did you use to shower me with all those Moon Cakes yesterday? You better tell the truth.”
“....?”
Ryuna scanned me from head to toe, then hit me with the bombshell question of where I'd gotten my money. Her expression remained icy and cold.
“It's not your money, right? Right?”
At first, I wondered if I really looked that broke, but thinking it over, I could see her point. For someone dropping billions on a camgirl in a single day, I did look a bit young—and my clothes and unkempt hair were straight-up shabby. It was a reasonable suspicion.
Telling her I'd won the lottery a week ago and turned it into a 130 billion won crypto jackpot felt way too unbelievable, so I'd lied about business success instead. Turns out, that was the bigger blunder.
As I racked my brain for how to untangle this mess, Ryuna pressed harder.
“Come on, oppa? Tell me the truth before this blows up. It's not embezzlement from your company... probably not. Did some shady overseas crooks send you here to scout for a payback scheme?”
“Uh, yeah? What's a payback?”
Ryuna figured I didn't look like a company man from my ragged appearance, so she ruled out embezzlement on her own. Then she dropped this unfamiliar term.
I'd seen news stories about sad cases where people blew their parents' money or stole from work to spam Moon Cakes, but payback? First I'd heard of it.
Seeing my genuine confusion, she rubbed her temple like her head hurt and explained.
“You know... scumbags who make dirty money overseas and try to launder it by having streamers toss Moon Cakes their way. They take a cut as a fee and send the rest back in cash. They can't bring the money in legally anyway, so they don't mind the fee if it cleans the cash.”
“That exists?”
“Yeah. One of their tricks is hitting a camgirl with a short-term Hotblood Fan status, then meeting up in person to offer a huge 'fee' as a laundering hookup. They usually send some lackey to do it...”
She trailed off, shooting me another glare. She must've pegged me as the perfect fit for one of those criminal gofers.
“Ahem... anyway! Oppa... no, you. That's what this is, right? It is! You look exactly the type. Suspicious as hell. What kind of big shot are you at your age... ha, I thought you were a whale donor...”
“Hey, Ryuna? There's a misunderstanding here...”
“I won't report you, so just leave. I don't touch that stuff. God, these days there are even guys calling camgirls out for food dates overseas—it's so messed up, ugh...”
Ryuna looked at me with utter contempt, then stood up abruptly. Steam still rose from the untouched food.
In that short time, it felt like I'd been punched in the head a few times. Her sudden, bewildering interrogation had thrown me, but weirdly, it eased my tension. I had nothing to hide. My assets were verifiable.
I grabbed Ryuna's wrist as she turned to leave.
“Ryuna.”
“Eek?! L-let go! Are you crazy? I'll call the cops!”
“Sit down first and take a look at this.”
“What's there to see... I don't do that st—uh, hmm?!”
The bank app showed about 25 billion won in cash. Compared to my dividends and investments sitting in long-term funds, it was barely a fifth—but it was enough to plant her ass back in the seat.
“....”
Her face flushed beet red as she sat obediently, still clutching my phone, her eyes chasing the numbers.
“Th-this... how much... ten hundred thousand... hundred thousand... million... billion... heeeek...!”
“Believable now...?”
“N-no... o-oppa...?”
“You were all 'hey you' earlier, and now it's oppa again?”
“Hehehet♡ I was just too suspicious back then... it's a scary world out there, forgive me♡ But this isn't faked or anything, right...?”
The sharp, haughty Ryuna from moments ago was gone. In her place sat a demure version, like she'd come to meet a chaebol heir.
I crossed my arms and turned the tables, grilling her.
“Doesn't the Citizens Bank app tell you? Don't believe me? Try transferring some.”
“....”
The venom was gone from her eyes, but she wasn't fully convinced yet. No matter how you sliced it, a shabby guy like me holding 25 billion seemed impossible. So she actually sent a transfer—and once her name and amount showed up confirmed, her guard finally dropped.
“O-oppaぁ-♡”
Her face softened completely as she called me in that sweet voice. I smiled warmly at the sight.
“What is it, Ryuna?”
“Sorry about earlier... hehet...”
“Sorry? Hmm... I've already taken emotional damage here? Is this how you treat a Hotblood Fan?”
“Uwuunguwuunguwung♡”
Ryuna deployed her signature move: mashing her massive tits together. She squeezed them tight with her arms, making them balloon out like inflated spheres, then jiggled them back and forth♡ with expert flair. Mixed with her aegyo-filled nasal whines and those natural masterpieces putting on a show, it was the kind of reaction you'd only see on stream—but right here up close... my lower half refused to calm down.
I was gonna make her pay for grilling her Hotblood Fan... but my resolve's already melting...
Pretty girls with big boobs must have it easy in life. Throw a little tantrum, and they get a get-out-of-jail-free card every time...
But I decided to go with my head over my heart. I'd been nervous at first, but chatting with her had loosened me up. My mouth moved smoothly now, and my determination to claim my due as a Hotblood Fan solidified.
“Ryuna, this is disappointing? Wouldn't a young Hotblood Fan be easier and better for a camgirl?”
“Th-that's true... most Hotbloods are gross old dudes in real life, so it's uncomfortable...”
“So young and rich is a no-go? Rich means criminal? Didn't I drop like 60 million won on you yesterday? Is it right to judge and dismiss someone for looking shabby?”
“Hiiing...”
Ryuna hung her head, staring at her thighs, clearly realizing her rudeness. She kept sneaking peeks at me, her panic obvious—the same girl who'd iced me out earlier now looked flustered beyond belief. Made me wonder if that initial loser vibe was just from my inexperience with women.
Truth was, I was no smooth talker around girls due to zero dating history, but I'd rolled with brutal ajusshis on construction sites for three years. This was my first private meetup with a woman—and a total knockout like Ryuna at that—so I'd frozen up. But I wasn't some mute pushover.
I pressed her more.
“Hmm... I can't forget that sharp, icy glare of yours... Did I look like a sucker?”
“N-no, it's not that...! I just thought oppa was too... um...”
“Too what? Uncut hair, sloppy clothes, so I must be broke?”
“Y-yes...”
Ryuna answered honestly—a classic young woman obsessed with luxury brands.
“Ha... you can't judge by appearances, Ryuna. Do I look like a guy with no proper clothes at home who doesn't know how to groom?”
“...Yes.”
“....”
“....”
How'd she know? Her eye for detail was spot-on. Even in this moment, she didn't lie—just straight-up honest. Made her seem refreshingly straightforward.
Truth be told, up until yesterday, I'd lived day-to-day like a bug, so my closet was empty, my fashion sense nil, and I'd skipped haircuts out of laziness. No counterargument came to mind, so I just owned it.
“Yeah, spot on.”
“Of course not, sorry... eung...?”
“Hey, Ryuna. So, about that...”
“...?”
“After we eat, wanna go shopping with me...?”
“What?!”
“Sigh... truth is...”
I spilled my entire rags-to-riches saga to her. If I was gonna keep dumping Moon Cakes on camgirls and going on food dates, I needed to dress sharp, clean, and stylish. Problem was, I had zero sense for it.
Ryuna, on the other hand, loved luxury and knew her stuff. Plus, from a woman's view, she could give spot-on feedback. Like those beauty makeover shows? I wanted to transform into a hot stud too.
And as someone who'd wronged me, she was the perfect accomplice.
“Whoa... oppa, that's insane! Crypto's brutal, most people lose everything and go into debt...”
“Huh? What was that, Ryuna?”
“Ahaha! Nothing, nothing! Anyway! You want me to tag along shopping, pick outfits, give advice? Help you reborn all cool and stylish.”
“Pretty much? Otherwise, I'll get dissed like earlier...”
“...Ahaha! Sorry about that♡”
“If you're sorry, grant my request? Play along, and next stream, I'll rain more Moon Cakes.”
“Hmm...”
Ryuna pondered briefly, then spoke up.
“No need for Moon Cakes. I was rude, so shopping date's on the house♡!”
She winked cutely. This sly vixen saw my account and figured buttering me up now beats short-term greed—she'd stick around long-term looking pretty. Smart girl.
I mentally gave her points.
“For real? Then tonight you're playing with me, right?”
“Hehe, of course♡ Let's eat and hit the department store. I'll put my all into styling you♡!”
Part of it seemed like pure fun for her too. At just 22, the thrill of aiding a rags-to-riches guy's glow-up was probably exciting. Bonus: managing her Hotblood Fan.
I had no clue where the shopping date would lead, but being similar ages, Ryuna and I chatted like friends in a comfy vibe as we finished our meal.