Not a Match for Haneul’s Kind of Introduction
“Haaah… ahhh….”
As Lee Yeoreum felt shivers ripple through her whole body, she curled in against the slightly cool breeze. Song Hoon had long since gone into the bathroom without a word after flooding her mouth with his cum.
The whole situation felt like she’d been used and tossed aside, and God, she loved it. The warmth that had filled her only moments ago was gone now, replaced by that cold air wrapping around her skin, that lonely, abandoned feeling.
The shame and embarrassment she couldn’t even put into words transformed into arousal and struck her body all over again.
“So good….”
Her pussy trembled.
Yeoreum kept shuddering like that for a while before, only after Song Hoon came back out of the bathroom, she staggered in herself and let the warm water wash over her.
The excitement that had started at the movie theater still wouldn’t die down. It was as if her emotions were still convulsing.
“Ah. Come to think of it, the girls have been begging me to introduce you….”
That was absolutely code for wanting to meet him separately, squeeze his contact info out of her, and size him up for themselves. They already knew exactly what kind of man he was, so they’d feel no guilt about it at all.
“Tch… I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
She regretted saying anything. She’d only shared it because she’d been in such a ridiculously good mood that day.
In the end, all she’d done was set fire to their curiosity.
The most important thing was curiosity. He had a huge cock, a face and body that weren’t half bad either, and he looked rich on top of it all.
Those bitches definitely think they’re better than me.
They’d become close after learning, by accident, that one another’s polished exteriors hid ugly little truths, and they were all lumped together as the same family now, but there was no such thing as eternal friendship—or eternal enmity—between women.
That was just female psychology: throw every possible weapon onto the table to gain even the slightest edge over the other person.
“Miocchi, ShinNara, CheeseNyang.”
Three of them. Objectively speaking, there were areas where they outclassed her, and areas where she outclassed them.
“Hmm… maybe this isn’t so bad after all?”
By today, she knew for sure. No matter what woman came along, Song Hoon wouldn’t be the one getting carried away.
In fact, if she could sleep with all three of them and share the experience of Song Hoon with them afterward—
“I’d be the one on top.”
Even if it was only in a tiny situation like that, being above them mattered. A lot.
Of course, she didn’t think every girl loved a monster cock or would fall helplessly in love with Song Hoon after sex, but if even two out of the four ended up hooked on him, that would be enough.
“And how could they resist getting fucked while staring at the night view from a penthouse, the filthy sluts?”
One way or another, they’d definitely give him a chance. They’d probably try to play the same push-and-pull game they used on other men, too.
But Song Hoon wasn’t the kind of guy that trick worked on.
If she pulled, he came slipping right along; if she pushed, he just kept going, and going, and never came back.
Just look at today at the movie theater, when all he did was glance at her phone. Besides, he wasn’t only sleeping with her—Seo Haneul was in on it too, and if she didn’t know better, there were probably three or four more at a comparable level.
“Especially Miocchi. She’s the one bothering me most.”
The one she was most wary of was Miocchi. As the name suggested, she was a Japanese streamer.
Even from a woman’s perspective, her body was annoyingly good. So was her face.
Yeoreum liked dirty things, sure, but unlike the others, she didn’t sleep with streamers, and who she did sleep with was a secret.
“For now… I can’t keep ignoring them.”
She couldn’t keep brushing off her friends’ requests forever. After all, there was an unspoken rule among them, too.
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“Done showering?”
When she came out in a robe, Song Hoon smiled faintly and opened his arms. Yeoreum climbed onto his lap and sank against his chest.
“Oppa, want to come watch my stream sometime? My friends keep telling me to introduce you.”
“What friends?”
“Three of them. Girls I hang out with. We talk about dirty stuff a lot. Two of them have boyfriends.”
At the mention of boyfriends, his ears perked up.
“Just dinner?”
“Mm… yes. Just dinner.”
Yeoreum’s eyes swayed seductively. Was it really just dinner?
“Three, huh.”
“They’re all girls who can hold their own anywhere~”
Three, she said. Since she wasn’t adding any extra commentary the way Haneul had, it seemed like a simple introduction after all.
Yeoreum’s not an idiot, either.
Even though she could clearly predict his behavior, she was still introducing them.
Meaning: handle it however you want.
“Sounds good. If they’re your friends, Yeoreum. I’ll make a reservation—just give me the date in advance.”
“Yesss~”
From cheerleaders to internet broadcasts and YouTube girls.
Not bad.
***
The growth of Whispers of the Stars was no joke.
In the past, I’d considered 10,000 viewers to be the benchmark for a successful indie film.
For productions with a larger budget, maybe 30,000 to 50,000.
And maybe because Lee Yeoreum had posted a shot of the movie ticket on her Instagram—just a single ticket, of course—and even mentioned it on stream, the film had gotten a kind of ripple effect from that.
Or maybe her streamer friends had piled in as well, watched the movie, talked about it, and slowly spread word of mouth in their own circles.
I had no idea how many people had actually come because of Yeoreum’s broadcast, but in this business, even a few dozen or a few hundred mattered, didn’t they?
CEO! Whispers of the Stars has exceeded 26,000 total admissions in its first week! It’s a massive hit!
It had barely been a week since release, and the film had already passed 20,000 admissions, announcing itself as something far from ordinary.
Even after crossing 20,000, the audience numbers showed no sign of dropping.
“Well, there you have it. Puhuhu….”
I muttered to myself as I looked at the critics’ ratings on the web, all hovering around three or four stars.
Every last one of them was full of praise.
“I really have to thank you, investor! Thanks to you, thanks to you, I’ve achieved my dream.”
Song Hoon: I only invested money. The fact that the movie turned out this well is entirely because the director made it well.
“Still! You’re my benefactor!”
The total production budget had been 300 million won, and they’d already made over 200 million in just the first week.
If next week drew a similar audience, they’d be at 400 million before long.
“The investment success probability was 96 percent, so it’s obvious that percentage doesn’t necessarily just mean money.”
Did it literally mean the possibility of investing that money and then earning even more money back in return?
The excitement in the message practically dripped off the screen.
I clenched my fist and threw a little uppercut for show, then quickly forced myself to calm down.
“Ahem….”
I’ll be out on business tomorrow, so please upload the prospective investment titles and contact me separately afterward. I’ll review them and get back to you.
Yes, CEO! I’ll upload them and contact you as instructed.
With a faint grin, I opened a browser window and started searching for restaurants.
“Hmm… if possible, I’d like a private room.”
There weren’t that many places that met my conditions, but while searching, I saw one and let out a soft laugh.
A Japanese restaurant in the basement of a hotel.
It was the same place I’d gone to when I first met Kim Nagyeong.
“Perfect.”
Good enough. Pricey, classy, delicious. Not the sort of place you could casually drop into on a whim.
Especially if you added a course meal and drinks into the mix.
***
I didn’t know enough to say anything with certainty, but the culture of the internet-broadcasting industry was definitely fascinating.
You could almost call it a sort of third-tier celebrity culture. Or maybe just a version with a little less distance between people.
“Oh….”
Lee Yeoreum had invited me over, saying she wanted to introduce her friends.
“So this is what a female streamer's house looks like.”
When I was invited into Yeoreum’s place, I looked around the interior with a curious expression.
One of the three rooms had been completely converted into a soundproof booth.
One was her bedroom, and the other was packed with clothes.
“Yeah, she definitely lives alone.”
“Hey! Don’t open that door!”
The problem was the remnants she hadn’t quite managed to clean up properly.
Or maybe just the trash she’d shoved into the storage space next to the kitchen.
“Oh-ho. So this is how it is. There’s a lot going on.”
“If you want to do things like gaming streams, you need at least two monitors. One for the broadcast the viewers see, and another one just for me, with the chat window open.”
“And since you’re a female streamer, lighting’s important too, so there are how many lights in the whole room… wow. Six?”
“Room atmosphere matters too. The lights around the computer, and the lights that show the overall mood of the room.”
Yeoreum shrugged.
People didn’t say lighting made the difference for nothing.
“And honestly, this is a pretty small number of lights.”
Then she leaned in against my chest and poked my cheek with a finger.
“My base model’s just that good.”
Ah, that part I could completely admit.
She really did have the kind of face she could confidently show even without makeup.
Though up to now, the no-makeup rankings were tied for first between Kim Nagyeong and Seol Yeomyeong.
Of course, Kim Nagyeong’s body was the undisputed number one.
“Pfft. Trying to show off your work mode?”
I’d come because she’d invited me and I was curious, but it didn’t look like there was much to do here.
That didn’t mean I was going to go on stream, obviously, and I had no intention of leaving either.
“Hehe….”
Yeoreum sat me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.
“My friends are coming in the evening after my stream ends.”
“Oh? Now I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of girls they are.”
At the word friends, my eyes brightened. Especially since she’d even said two of them had boyfriends.
Last time, she hadn’t really told me what kind of friends they were either.
“But it’s not an introduction like Haneul’s, okay?”
But wasn’t that only a matter of wording? Besides, she’d said she’d told them what kind of relationship we had. What else could that mean?
Wasn’t it basically saying the answer depended on how I handled it?
“Who knows, Yeoreum.”
I grabbed her hips and gave her waist a slight sway.
“You might end up getting fucked by me at the same time as your friends.”
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