Chapter 24

After parting ways with Hayeon, I grabbed my gear and headed straight to the dungeon.

It was a weekday, so classes kept everyone busy, but on weekends, I had to hustle through dungeons diligently.

I hunted until my stamina was completely drained.

Finally, after leveling up to 7, I made it back home.

My whole body was drenched in sticky sweat.

I rushed to the bathroom and hurriedly peeled off the Libido Skin I'd worn during combat. Then I doused myself in cold water.

But the heat simmering deep inside refused to cool down easily.

They say you don't notice your clothes getting wet in a drizzle, but after marinating in that weak aphrodisiac, my body was heating up.

Hunting far longer than yesterday had been my downfall. My stamina had recovered, but my body felt heavy as lead.

Lifting my heavy eyelids, I saw myself in the mirror.

My eyes looked somewhat glazed over. Wet silver hair clung to my shoulders, giving off an oddly erotic vibe.

I can handle this much, I told myself, but a floating sensation made my whole body feel buoyant.

"Haa... This thing is so persistent. And I have to stream too..."

Even after dinner and some rest, my condition didn't improve.

I couldn't wait any longer for the effects to wear off and sat down at my computer.

Work had to get done, even if my body wasn't cooperating.

It's definitely not because of any dirty thoughts, I repeated to myself as I hit the stream start button.

As soon as the stream went live, viewers flooded in.

Thanks to yesterday's successful broadcast, we hit triple digits right from the start.

The chat was spicy from the jump. I forced myself to stay calm and adjusted my mask.

"Hello, this is Silver. Today... I was just gonna chat about school stuff. You all know this uniform I'm wearing is the Seongwon Academy one, right?"

I tried to play it like a normal chit-chat stream.

I rambled about dungeon training episodes or how boring academy classes were.

But the viewers couldn't care less about my stories.

No matter how normal I tried to keep it, it was pointless. The viewers had no intention of listening.

The stream's vibe had already settled in, and it wasn't changing anytime soon.

"...O-of course I am! And stop asking stuff like that!"

That donation kicked off a barrage of persistent questions. Most were sexual harassment disguised as curiosity.

But I couldn't block donations. This stream was for making money—banning them would defeat the purpose.

...Hearing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the donation pings every few seconds, I started thinking, maybe this isn't so bad.

Shame heated my face, and a strange warmth stirred in my lower belly.

Ugh, why is this aphrodisiac still lingering...

It had been over three hours since I left the dungeon.

The unpleasant heat persisted. Damn aphrodisiac—every time I glanced at the viewers' lewd chats, my body twitched.

Get it together.

But my body was brutally honest, against my will.

I unconsciously rubbed my thighs together. The thick flesh pressed, sending a faint stimulation there.

...My breathing grew a bit ragged.

The viewers wouldn't miss that change.

I tried to steer the stream back, but the topic had already veered into pervy territory again.

Even as I thought I should stop it, part of me reveled in the piling donations and the attention.

I hesitated for a moment.

Since I'd shown it yesterday, doing it again wasn't hard.

No—rather, an impulse to show it bubbled up.

"Seriously... this is the last time. I won't react to this kind of donation anymore..."

I declared it final as I undid a button on my shirt.

A pink bra peeked shyly through the gap.

Cool air slipped between my heated cleavage, making my back shiver.

It seemed to soothe the heat, but the chat only got hotter.

"E-enough! I won't respond to these anymore...!"

I nailed it down firmly, and the big donations stopped.

Instead, endless light harassment tormented me.

Dozens of donation messages poked at my chest. Bodiless voices clung stickily to my ears.

Just hearing them drained my energy and brought tears to my eyes.

"Haa, haa..."

My mind fogged up quickly.

I-it's okay... as long as it doesn't go further... right?

Hearing sexual harassment instead of exposure— wasn't that common?

Even in my old world, streamers did emotional labor.

Here in this ero-game world, it just turned into harassment.

So if I chose to stream, I had to endure this much.

Then someone upped the ante.

An anonymous donor dropped 100,000 won.

I reflexively thanked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them.

"Th-thank you for the 100,000 won! But questions like that are a bit... even if you donate, I won't answer... sorry."

I stammered in panic, but the same person kept donating.

"A-another 100,000...! I really appreciate it, but that's not it, so please stop donating..."

"Ah, ugh...! I really appreciate the donations, but..."

One person dumped 500,000 won in seconds.

My mind went blank at the sudden windfall.

I wasn't the only shocked one—viewers exploded in chat at the whale's arrival.

Donations kept coming too.

Like they were crowdfunding to see my underwear, donations poured in: 50k, 100k, 300k... The beastly viewers piled it up.

I tried ignoring it to talk about something else, but my eyes kept locking on the flying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠donation alerts.

Already 1 mil...? That's how many potions...

The total broke 1 million won in no time. Minutes-old cash melted my reason.

Over 300 viewers dumping money to see my panties.

I swallowed hard.

Do I... really not have to show...?

They said it was fine if I didn't, but really?

On the surface, nothing they could do. I didn't solicit it, and I'd clearly said no show.

But no more donations ahead.

Curious viewers would lose interest once they knew my line.

To keep streaming, I had to bend this time.

"Ugh... seriously, just this once... I absolutely won't react next time...!"

Tearing up, I slowly stood.

Then, facing the camera, I lightly lifted the hem of my skirt.

Pure white panties flashed between my pale thighs.

The chat exploded.

Donation alerts rained, chat scrolled like mad.

No physical touch. No one groping me.

But the fact of being seen, hundreds of gazes piercing me—that alone melted my brain.

"Ah, haaah...♡"

A moan slipped from my lips unbidden.

My legs buckled, and I collapsed into my seat.

Vision blurred, my lower belly throbbed unbearably.

What is this... feels so weird...♡

My lewd voice hit the mic, and viewers went wild with donations.

Tears welling, I dazedly stared at the chat.

A crazy thought flashed through my head.

Under the desk isn't on cam... just a little...

My fingers crept downward secretly.

Ring ring ring!

The phone shattered the silence.

I jolted, freezing my hand.

The screen showed 'Baek Hayeon'.

"W-wait a sec, gotta take this call!"

I muted the mic and answered with a trembling voice.

"H-hello? Hayeon...?"

—Eunha? What're you doing? Your voice is shaking.

"Oh, yeah! Just... working out! I'll call back later...!"

I hung up quick and checked the stream. Luckily, viewers were entertaining themselves with the panty flash.

"That's it for today's stream...! See you next time!"

I slammed the end button like fleeing.

Silence returned to the room, but my heart pounded like mad.

Moments later, Hayeon called again.

My breathing was still ragged.

I debated hanging up but figured that'd look weirder, so I answered from bed.

—Sorry for calling while you're exercising, Eunha. You okay now?

"Yeah, I'm fine, Hayeon."

—Really? That's weird.

"...?"

Hayeon's voice sharpened. But I had no bandwidth to care about her mood.

Unquenched pleasure swirled wildly inside me.

Ah, this feeling...♡ Mana's building up in my body...

It was etched in now. The shameful, refreshing ecstasy of climaxing and squirting mana fluid.

And that pleasure intensified the longer I held back.

I'd endured heat for hours since the dungeon.

Hayeon droned on coldly about tomorrow's classes.

Stuff I'd normally enjoy didn't register.

My nerves fixated on my sticky panties.

My hands itched to touch my throbbing nipples inside the shirt.

Wanna touch... finish what I started earlier...

—Eunha? You listening?

"Oh, yeah? S-sorry... what'd you say?"

—I was talking about tomorrow's mana studies class.

Her cold voice snapped me alert momentarily, but waves of arousal crashed back.

The cycle of clarity to pleasure shortened.

Finally, I couldn't hold back. Without hanging up, I slipped a hand under the covers cautiously.

Sorry, Hayeon... just a little...♡

I used her voice as side dish, gingerly stroking over my clothes.

—Oh, Eunha. I looked into streaming after we parted.

"Oh, really...? Ungh...♡"

—Yeah, most Awakener streams are super lewd. Even newbies exposing tits on day one.

Flinch♡

"Hiiik♡ Hnngh..."

Startled by her words, my fingers tensed, brushing my swollen nipple when I meant light touches.

Forgetting the call, a lewd sound escaped; I clamped my mouth.

—Jeez, me. What a pervert Awakener. An academy student too?

"W-wait a sec...♡"

—Seeing people like that pisses me off. Ruining Awakeners' rep.

Her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠contempt-laced voice stimulated me.

Was the streamer she meant... me...?

Her tone suggested she hadn't seen my stream—just community posts probably.

But her cold target was definitely me.

I chewed the blanket. Pleasure swelled instead of fading, drawing out moans.

—Eunha. What do you think?

"Ugh... I, I'm...♡"

—You're not like that pervert. Not stripping for donations, getting horny from chat.

"Ah, haa...♡ H-Hayeon..."

Each 'pervert'—coldly clipped by Hayeon.

Overlapped with that 500k donation.

'[500,000 won donation]' '—Perv slut'

I couldn't comprehend her words anymore.

Just knew she was scolding me.

I moved fingers to her rhythm. Now more focused on masturbating than the call.

—I know you're not a pervert, Eunha, but starting a stream means getting lumped in. That's what worries me.

"Ah, yeah...♡ Right..."

My hand slipped inside my clothes, twisting nipples roughly.

I couldn't endure, fingers speeding up.

—You hate that stuff too, right?

"Yes♡ Yes♡ Exactly♡"

—...Eunha? Keep hearing weird noises... You hurt?

"Unngh♡ Haaang...♡"

Her whispering voice was pure ASMR in my ear.

Her words merged with viewers' messages.

Sweet Hayeon wouldn't say such mean things, but that's how it sounded.

—Perverted Eunha. What're you doing?

"Unng♡ Not pervert...♡ Ugh♡ Hiiik♡"

—Keep it up and I'm hanging up to sleep?

"I'll go too♡ Cumming, cumminggg...♡ Hngguuuk♡"

Splurt! Psssh!

Sticky mana fluid gushed from above and below.

The strongest pleasure yet slammed my brain.

Ah...♡ My head's all messed up♡

It scrambled my mind.

A thought of crossing an irreversible line flickered, but my hand didn't stop.

I shoved one hand into my panties.

—You look tired. Sleep soon.

"No... I'm fine, let's talk moreee...♡"

My self-started masturbation overwhelmed all prior memories.