Showing Off the Newly Bought Slut, Part 1
"You remember everything, right?"
I checked my watch and made sure she recalled every word I'd drilled into her.
"Yes... but, um... never mind."
"Why? It's all for you. For our guild, too. The more the gear gets advertised, the faster our guild grows."
"Yes..."
Lee Haerin lowered her head like someone resigned to her fate.
"Oh, right. And don't be too shocked when we do the gear 'inspection.'"
"...What kind of inspection?"
"Where's the fun if you already know?"
"...Do you really have to upgrade my gear?"
"You already know the answer."
I gave a vague wave of my hand and rested a finger on the stream button.
"Alright. We're starting."
"Okay."
The stream went live.
(Lee Haerin sits on the bed)
2026.07.22 03:10 | Viewers: 1,012,978
The chat window went into meltdown. Nothing but "We worship you" and comments sexually harassing Lee Haerin. I locked the chat behind a 100,000-won coin requirement, and the comment feed came out spotless.
— Why mosaic it at all? I feel like I can still see it.
— Shh!
— I can't tell, though?
— One thing's clear: the tits and ass are huge.
— She's genuinely gorgeous, like a goddess. Visible even through the mosaic.
— 'Athletic Woman's Fashion' — this stuff is amazing.
— Hmm... she looks like a 4-Star climber, maybe? Or not, whatever.
"Welcome, everyone. Thank you so much for the huge turnout at my very first stream. Baobao, thank you for the hundred million coins!"
I spoke from off-screen. The membership count kept climbing. It cost about the same as a monthly pass on a webnovel site, and at that price for a whole month, I figured it was a pretty good deal.
"The climber joining us for today's promotion dislikes face reveals. I ask for your understanding on just that point."
The viewers said that was fine.
"Now, I don't like grilling people either. Climber? Go ahead and start your introduction."
Lee Haerin lifted her head and looked my way. I nodded and waved her on—hurry up.
"Hello, viewers. Members of the Shin Gaon channel. I'm twenty-one years old, a 4-Star climber. My class is Assassin."
Lee Haerin said it with a hand over her face.
— Climber, it's already mosaicked. You don't have to bother.
— This Tower stream-assistant gig has real instincts. Watch how the second she covers with her hand, the mosaic lifts right there.
— The way I see it, this is exactly why the Tower opened up streaming. No other explanation adds up.
— Do you do durability inspections?
— How long does the stream run?
I answered the chat.
"Durability inspection? Of course we do! That's the highlight of the show. As for stream length, that depends on the climber's stamina."
— Huff huff.
— Her stamina? Wait, isn't this climber new to working out?
— Watching today's streams, 6-Star gear doesn't get so much as a scratch. So what exactly are you going to do to it?
— Ex.
— Treme.
— Ex.
— Treme.
— Go easy on your wallet, man.
— Why buy it if you're not going to watch? Why even bother earning money?
— Fair, honestly.
I was struggling to wait myself. I wanted to play with Lee Haerin as soon as possible, so I pushed the stream along.
"Climber, did you climb today wearing the 'Athletic Woman's Fashion' set?"
"Yes."
Lee Haerin nodded.
— Ha, damn. Who is she?
— Didn't someone start a stream in leggings today? Who was it again?
— (An emote of a cute girl flashing a question mark)
"How was it? You're the first person in the world to climb in 6-Star gear. Give us your impressions."
"It was beyond anything I imagined. Assassins can't wear heavy armor, so we tend to retire early, but this—"
Lee Haerin tugged at her leggings.
"It's as comfortable as my everyday clothes, and yet it protects my whole body. No bulky layers, and it blocks everything. The work of a 6-Star blacksmith really is on another level."
— Really? I don't believe anything I haven't seen with my own two eyes.
— No matter how I look at it, this smells like a scam.
— Let's get to the durability test already?
"Durability test? Didn't you watch the stream from earlier today, by someone... ahem. She didn't come away with a single scrape."
Lee Haerin said.
— Hah, hah, hah.
— Who was that?
— But didn't that gear have zero abilities?
— Doesn't that unlock at Floor 20?
— Aha!
"Right, exactly. Our Guild Master promised to engrave my name on Floor 20."
Reaching Floor 20 was what unlocked the ability to enchant gear with special properties.
— More like she needs to start from Floor 5.
— How does a 4-Star climber not even clear Floor 5?
— Agreed. At worst she should be playing within 10 floors.
— lol
— Guild Master lol
Lee Haerin panicked.
"What are you talking about! You think I'm some 4-Star stuck at Floor 10? And I'm only wearing the gear today because of the video shoot—I'm not even a Slayer guild member yet."
— Oh, right.
— So that's the lore?
— Fair. Short of some lucky civilian, anyone would've hit Floor 10 by now.
— A promo stream at 3 AM lol
"Hahaha. True. Who'd still be hanging around down there with 4-Star skills?"
— Right. Right.
— Ha, damn. Who is she?
— Is the gear seriously named 'Athletic Woman's Fashion'?
— Sounds like the title of some R18 indie game.
— Isn't it normally like, 'Scale of the Dragon That Set the Sky Ablaze' or whatever?
— Gotta concede that one.
"I'm telling you it's real."
Lee Haerin said.
"See? They don't believe you. Shall we reveal the gear stats, then?"
At my words, the chat roared for the reveal. I pulled up the item info windows on the stream screen. Everything was bound to the Tower's single system, so the data could be displayed with a climber's consent.
Gray leggings are simply the law.
You'll spot them most often on hikes or at the gym.
Do not pay too much attention here.
You could get hauled off for aggravated staring!
When worn without underwear, combat power increases in full.
A V-neck crop top that bares the navel.
Leggings alone would leave you shortchanged, no?
You've got to show some abs before you can call yourself a gym girl.
Surely you're not lacking in confidence?
When worn without underwear, combat power increases in full.
The chat reaction was nothing but raves.
— This is real?
— So even the Tower is into this stuff.
— No wonder the Tower's broadcast assistants work so hard on the women.
— The combat power is straight-up bugged lmao
— The item descriptions are legendary.
— She wore it even after reading this?
— Leggings are worn for working out. Period.
"This is just what low-floor materials can do. As our Slave guild keeps climbing, I can make gear that puts this to shame."
— Huff huff.
— So that's why the guild is named Slave.
— Hard to tell from the front, though?
— Agreed. Could be bait-and-switch.
— Show us the back view too!
Reacting to the chat, I turned to Lee Haerin.
"Climber, come a little closer and show them."
"Okay."
Lee Haerin rose from the bed, wobbly on her feet.
"D-do I have to?"
"Yes."
She threw one glance at the chat window. Cheers and compliments poured across it. Apparently concluding she'd already passed the point of no return, she sealed her lips.
Standing, Lee Haerin began to roll her hips gently side to side. Her knees turned with them, showing off the gear from one angle after another. Her figure—angles, lines, all of it—was immaculate. The glimpses of her hip curve that kept slipping into view caught the eye as well.
— Huff huff.
— Her legs are so fucking long. Those proportions are straight-up cheats.
— Climbers really are built different. She demolishes models, actresses, and idols alike.
— I seriously want to lick those legs.
— That slight curve of her lower stomach is honestly...
— I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't for the life of me place her.
"Hahaha. Must be your imagination."
Lee Haerin laughed and waved a hand.
— This is her first stream today.
— I swear I've seen those straight-line abs before.
— What's her mana-jug size?
"Mana... jug...?"
"Mana jug" was a term for bust size. The higher a woman's Star rank, the proportionally larger her chest grew—that was where the term came from. Lee Haerin looked like she was descending into despair over the cheeky chat.
— Her expression is coming through the mosaic?
— Even better, honestly.
— Why not reveal her three sizes while we're at it?
"Uh, um..."
Lee Haerin looked at me. Her eyes weren't asking me to do something about it—they were begging me to let it go. I shook my head. She clenched and unclenched her fists, then her shoulders sagged.
"The Guild Master and I agreed on something in advance... I'll show you that instead."
I nodded, satisfied. A slave should take my orders without a flicker of hesitation. Low Star rank or not, I'd drag her up to whatever floor she wanted, one way or another. So stop thinking, and move for me and me alone.
Lee Haerin slowly turned around. Her ass—familiar from the evening stream—filled the screen. The chat filled with nothing but emotes of cute girls waving their bats. Lee Haerin seemed awkward, and kept her back turned anyway.
I ordered her to bend at the waist. Lee Haerin moved exactly as I said. She parted her feet slightly, then bent her chest down. Her ass thrust out. The crease between her cheeks deepened, and the mound of her crotch pushed up like a hill.
A deep sense of conquest welled up in me—the kind I could never admit to in words. Controlling a peerless beauty like a climber, any way I pleased. And this Lee Haerin had handed her life over to me. At my command, she debased herself before a crowd. My hunger to show off was being fed. This was my slave. My slave could do even this. Just like in my idol-manager days. I was so, so proud of my slave.
Then I had her carry out the act I'd instructed her to perform at this point in the show.
Lee Haerin hesitated a moment, then settled into position. Both hands behind her head. Chest pushed out. Abs tight.
"Viewers, do you know the single most important thing about gear?"
— How little fabric it uses!
— It should come off easily.
— Being able to hold all sorts of positions.
— It has to breathe.
— Ventilation is seriously important, I'm telling you.
— Looks like you've watched a 5-Star climber's stream.
— Those back muscles are insane. And the shoulder-blade line is pure art.
"You all know your stuff. The entire point of wearing gear is to climb more easily, isn't it? 5-Star equipment is cumbersome—all bulk and size—and its combat power isn't even that high."
I went on.
"That's why our Slave gear pursues! Mobility, fit, and convenience. And on top of that—overwhelming combat power!"
I gave Lee Haerin her cue. She nodded.
— That ass is fucking huge.
— Filming the ass from below—I'm dead.
— Looking closely, I don't think she's wearing underwear?
— That seam stitching... huff huff.
— The moment it pulls away and comes back close, I can't take it.
Lee Haerin began doing squats. The stream camera was angled up from the floor. As her ass dropped, the leggings stretched; as it rose, they snapped back. The fabric dug into the crease of her cheeks and rode up into a wedgie. The seam ran from that crease straight across the very center of her crotch. It was a mercy the leggings were gray. Anything else, and the exact location of her pussy would have been laid bare for all the world to see. The chat's scrolling speed slowed to a crawl.
Lee Haerin's squats went on. At first she creaked through them like a rank beginner. But now she was executing them with form more perfect than a bodybuilder's. Heat began to radiate off her body, and she looked to be warming to the stream. She started shaking her ass on her own. Each time, the chat slowed further still.
Around squat number three hundred, I told her to stop. Lee Haerin's ass went still. Maybe because she was a climber, she wasn't even winded—but her heart was pounding, and she heaved great big breaths. The chat picked back up too.
— Phew...
— So this is a durability test?
— With a seam that explicit, I guess it doesn't chafe after all.
— Definitely enough to drive climbers insane.
— Do NOT test my patience!
Only cynical chat remained. They'd somehow endured even what they'd just witnessed.
I looked at Lee Haerin. Her chest heaved. Her eyes were rolling in circles. She seemed drunk on the depravity of it—doing the one thing she must never do. And yet her head looked packed to bursting with the climb ahead and the viewers' reactions.
I started Part 2 of the stream and stepped on camera myself.
— ?
— ?
— ?
— Holy shit, he's gorgeous.
— GaonShin?
— We worship you.
— We worship you
— We worship you.
I waved at the viewers.
"Hello. I'm Shin Gaon, Guild Master of Slave. First time seeing my face, right? You'll be seeing a lot more of it from now on."
— GaonShin!
— GaonShin!
— He's so insanely handsome I can't even muster jealousy.
— He's just on another plane lol
— I don't think I'll be able to watch other streams again. This is what dopamine is.
— GaonShin, did something happen all of a sudden?
Donations and praise rained down. I had Lee Haerin stand facing front again.
"Climber, face the camera, please. The viewers want to see you."
"Okay."
Lee Haerin answered.
— Her tits are genuinely huge.
— Now let's get those three sizes, yeah?
— Don't go!
— Do NOT end the stream!!
Reading Lee Haerin's condition, I judged we were clear for Part 2.
"Ending things here would leave everyone deflated, no?"
— Yes!
— I believed in you, GaonShin.
— GaonShin!
— GaonShin!
— GaonShin!
— Wait, the durability test isn't over?
"Right, exactly. The durability test has only just begun."
Lee Haerin's head whipped around. Her eyes demanded to know what on earth was left to do. Half expectation and half worry mixed in them—and the expectation did look the bigger.
I stood beside Lee Haerin and laid a hand on the gear.
"This 'Athletic Woman's Fashion' set can never break and never be destroyed. The durability is rock solid. Honestly, it'll last you a lifetime and leave you wanting for nothing."
The chat filled with comments pretending they weren't surprised anymore.
"But! Where's the fun in that? Climbers scale the Tower for all sorts of reasons—competitive drive, achievement, success. The most important one is fun! Fun, wouldn't you say?"
I placed my hand over the left nipple of the crop top. Lee Haerin flinched.
"That's why our Slave gear carries a single penalty. The moment its durability drops past a certain point, the item is torn to pieces."
I gripped the fabric tight, like tearing open a snack wrapper.
"And I'll show you that right now."
Riiip!
The 6-Star 'Athletic Woman's Fashion' tore apart.
"Kyaa!"
Lee Haerin shrieked. But her body held perfectly still. The crop top gave way in one useless pull, baring her pale pink nipples.
— GaonShin!
— GaonShin!
— Every single one of my predictions keeps missing.
— We worship you.
Donations and praise poured in. Savoring the pleasure, I tore the other side too. Lee Haerin bared her nipples with only her face hidden, her arms crossed beneath the weight of her breasts. She was feeling it too—the pleasure of the moment. Her shoulders shuddered at intervals.
"Starting now, Part 2 of the 'Athletic Woman's Fashion' promotional stream. Please note that this portion will not be saved as a recording."
The sun had not yet risen.
