1. Flexing the New Skank Outfit, Stream Part 2

Lee Haerin pressed her arms tight against her waist.

She made no move to cover her protruding nipples.

Having heard my words, she was now saying this on the broadcast screen:

"My measurements are 97-53-94. Bust, waist, hips. And my cup size is 55N."

Seated on the bed, I watched Lee Haerin from behind. As if she'd appeared on YouTube in a past life, she was promoting herself to the camera, building her image the way a pro would. The public was heaping praise on my slave. It felt just like when Pretty first began to draw a little attention.

Arms crossed, I studied Lee Haerin. A waist both hands could wrap around entirely. A massive rear that made her waist look cinched on purpose. Side-boob spilling out to either side even from behind. There was no comparison to Pretty. Watching Lee Haerin grow, I was the one who felt the greater joy.

Lee Haerin stood there, awkward and embarrassed. She wiggled her toes, little "mm" sounds escaping her—she simply couldn't hold still. She looked terribly self-conscious. Before her awakening, the boldest thing she'd ever done was film a social media challenge. Announcing your measurements on a broadcast, in front of millions no less, is not an everyday occurrence.

She would need to become far more natural than this. She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the one who'd declared she'd climb the Tower herself. So I intended to help her with the wholehearted devotion of a certain idol anime's Producer.

Lee Haerin turned around.

Her eyes asked what more she was supposed to do.

And in them I could see her resolve to power through even worse than this.

"Well then. An N cup... astonishing. I'll have to keep that in mind when fitting your gear from now on."

I went on.

"That said, all of my equipment only raises combat power when worn without underwear—so one wonders if it's even necessary."

"Lewd content, huh."

I paused to weigh it for a moment.

"Me? I, um... that's..."

Lee Haerin was engaging with the audience. A single reason—her face was hidden—and she'd thrown herself in proactively. Alt accounts, adult content, even AV actresses all move far more freely when the face stays covered. Even with a nude body exposed, as long as the face isn't sold, no one gets identified. And the rush of transgression that comes from that is what hooks people. Tower streams, videos, and posts can't be screenshotted or passed around. They can't be uploaded to the galleries, either. Just as viewers can all "know" without anyone being charged on mere "suspicion." I would exploit exactly that—guarding my slave's identity while I smashed a climber's social and moral sense to pieces. The first step was this very broadcast: Lee Haerin's descent into streaming debauchery. From today onward, Lee Haerin would be reduced to a shameless climber who uploads lewd content to her own channel.

"If you all give lots of coins... I think I could do it...?"

Lee Haerin said, tilting her head.

A "One-Two" flood began filling the chat. Lee Haerin stared at me, clearly lost. The One-Two is a dance where you sway your hips left and right to the music. Fingers interlaced, hands pressed to the back of your head. Perfect for Lee Haerin to perform right now.

"I'll just show you the video."

Showing beats telling, every time. I pulled the video up on the broadcast screen.

Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun!

On the screen, a girl character was shaking her hips. She was the original of some cute girl emote. Anyway, Lee Haerin watched, and a low groan slipped out of her.

"So I just do this dance? Guild Master?"

Lee Haerin asked.

The coins had already flooded in past counting. With BaoBao tossing in hundred-millions at a time, the stream alone had pulled in around 1.5 billion. But I was curious who BaoBao really was. Same with her being Lee Haerin's fan club chairman. A whale of that caliber had never shown up on any other broadcast. I tried to gauge just how deep her pockets ran.

"Everyone! As you know, our Slave is a brand-new guild, only just founded. We are desperately short on coins. Do you have any idea how much it costs to keep forging 6-Star equipment like this?"

I said, playing the beggar.

"Of course! Our guild aims for floor 50 as well—in other words, the conquest of the Tower."

I declared, pumping my fist.

"Which is why our channel membership is only twelve bucks a month. Same as any OTT streaming plan."

I held up two fingers.

"I'll set it at 2 billion coins. We're closing in on three million viewers right now. If every one of them donates a single buck, it's doable."

A mission banner popped up on the left side of the screen.

Mission money lacks the coercive punch(?) of the Church's buck-a-head collections. And when the pot does fill, it's always a few rich moneybags filling it in one enormous gulp. I watched to see how big a slice BaoBao would claim here.

The coins kept bursting across the screen. BaoBao was nowhere to be seen. The pot had reached 100 million. I had set the target at a figure that would never, ever be reached without BaoBao.

"As expected. I knew my viewers would fill it in no time. A stream like this exists nowhere else in this world."

Some time passed, and the pot had barely scraped together 500 million. That was when BaoBao appeared.

A clothing business, of all things. Even if the Great Tower Act did stage the occasional event involving ordinary civilians, it had only ever been government people. A private entrepreneur like this was a first. Some modpack event? Didn't seem likely. Now that everything was reality, game-brained thinking was useless. Naturally, the world could spare one person like that. The same way it spared our broadcast.

"Whoa, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hahaha. Incredible."

Staring at the number, Lee Haerin's eyes had gone full cartoon-zero.

Her mind had completely left the building. Covering her nipples didn't even cross her mind. She simply stared at the coins BaoBao—rank one on the donor leaderboard—had hurled at the screen. To a climber, tycoons like that might as well live on another planet.

"It genuinely doesn't compute. BaoBao, the sheer volume of coins you throw around is... extraordinary."

I shook my head.

Clothing, hm. I said it while mentally filing away a future collaboration with BaoBao.

"I'll do as BaoBao says. Honestly, with BaoBao having filled the whole pot, I doubt the viewers will have any complaints."

BaoBao didn't say much after that. Seemingly hungry for laughs, she only lobbed one-liners into the chat. I turned my gaze to Lee Haerin.

Lee Haerin stood dazed, as if drifting through her own private fold of spacetime. On the surface, she looked utterly blank. But inside, she had to be beholding how small she looked before those coins. No matter how much of a manga protagonist a climber might be, everyone stands equal before money. And here, I would drag Lee Haerin's shame out by the roots.

"Climber?"

"Oh—yes?"

Lee Haerin flinched like she'd been caught red-handed and whirled around.

"What would you say the durability of your current 6-Star equipment is? For the record, it hasn't genuinely degraded. This is a demonstration."

Lee Haerin bowed her head and looked herself over. She looked like she'd wandered straight out of an adult webtoon. Like some daft bitch whose self-objectification had shattered beyond repair. Had a flicker of shame finally surfaced? Slowly, Lee Haerin raised an arm across her chest.

"What's your guess?"

I asked again.

Lee Haerin whimpered, then wet her lips and spoke.

"Maybe... fifty or so?"

Unlike before, she was quiet as a mouse playing dead. I wagged my hand in denial.

"A bit low. The state you're in right now only appears below 75 durability."

"Seventy-five?"

"Why do you ask?"

Lee Haerin lifted her head and looked at me.

"No, it's—nothing."

"Do take good care of that equipment so the durability never drops below 75. Otherwise you could end up suspended from streaming. Oh, right. You run an adult channel, though, so perhaps it wouldn't matter?"

Lee Haerin's face burned scarlet with embarrassment. She pressed her arm down so her chest spilled out above and below it. I blew out a breath through my nose and carried on with the stream.

"Now let me show you what happens when durability falls to 50."

Lee Haerin shrank into herself.

I rose, crossed to her, and crouched down. A gray Y-zone filled my view. I tapped her thigh.

"Legs apart, please. I'm about to show the viewers."

Lee Haerin's legs quivered violently. Slowly, with excruciating care, she parted them. Between her thighs, her crotch came into view. A seam ran straight down the exact center. Like opening a bag of chips, I pinched the fabric on either side of that seam with both hands. No hesitation. I tore with everything I had.

Rrriiip!

The sound of stitching popping apart. The leggings split—right over her pussy and nowhere else. On the broadcast screen, the camera caught my handiwork from above. The comment section detonated.

"Hhk! W-wait—"

I straightened up and looked at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Lee Haerin, her eyes narrowed to slits. She met my gaze, mumbled something unintelligible, then sealed her lips shut.

"The climber was a touch startled, but she says she's fine."

Lee Haerin clamped her knees together and covered herself with both hands.

The chat window had been plastered over with "abysmal." I sighed and raked Lee Haerin over the coals.

"What do you think you're doing, covering up NOW! The viewers are waiting this very second!"

"Th—um. I, that's... O—okay..."

In the end, Lee Haerin withdrew her hands like a soldier surrendering. Not a single hair. Her skin carried a pearly whiteness that made the vivid crimson stand out in sharp relief. Her little clit sat tucked away, almost cute. Her inner lips were pressed shut. Her outer lips plump and full. Immaculately clean—as if to prove that not a single hand had ever touched it.

"Climber?"

"Yes?"

Lee Haerin flinched.

"Do you perhaps... not take care of yourself, even alone?"

Lee Haerin hesitated, then answered.

"I've never done it."

I judged that this much would do. Lee Haerin's mind was in chaos right now. Which meant I had to shove her forward and push things through on the spot. I took hold of Lee Haerin's shoulders. Her body trembled. I spoke as if breathing the words directly into her ear.

"Now then. BaoBao, and everyone watching—the mission was a success, and a success deserves its reward, doesn't it? Come on. Just do exactly what you saw in that video."

Without waiting for an answer, I hit play on the song.

Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun!

I stepped back. The music had already begun. Swept along by the mood, Lee Haerin laced her fingers and pressed both hands to the back of her head. Then she planted her feet tightly together. Calves touching. An inverted-triangle gap opened between her thighs. Tensing her lower belly, perhaps—her pussy tucked itself down and out of sight.

Dun! Dun! Dun! Dun!

Lee Haerin began to roll her hips, slowly, in time with the beat. The chat that had been crackling with energy even at dawn went utterly, deathly still. Little by little, Lee Haerin widened her range of motion. Her waist joined in, and flashes of her ass peeked through. One minute passed. Then five. Her breathing grew ragged. A single bead of sweat traced its way down her stomach.

This time, she planted her feet wide apart. The torn leggings gaped open. Her most precious place was on brazen display. Lee Haerin was accepting the shame.

Every eye was locked on her lower half, but her upper body was no less relentless. Two breasts the size of her own head bounced and swayed. Her nipples pointed wherever her hips went.

She had crossed the point of no return. Lee Haerin, 4-Star climber, had fallen. My first slave was complete.

Only after another ten-odd minutes of dancing did the music finally cut out. Lee Haerin, having at last accepted what she'd done, broke into a sheepish grin. I told the viewers where the channel was headed from here, then ended the stream. The direction: dragging every new guild member down into the abyss, exactly as I had today. Lee Haerin was the first sacrificial lamb. She would set the cutoff line for every slave to come. Only by doing what Lee Haerin did would anyone receive gear from me. Guild-join DMs were still ringing in even now—among them Celebrity's Jin Bora and the Healer. For them, this would be a kind of initiation test.

Lee Haerin spent a long while just holding herself together. Sprinting flat-out to the finish with no warning had apparently taken its toll on her. But the broadcast was over now. And there was one last thing left to do.

"Haerin."

Lee Haerin looked up at me.

What comes after the cameras stop—that's the real show. The viewers would be anticipating this part even more.

Lee Haerin spoke, her eyes trembling.