The Face Reveal, in Installments

Scratch, scratch.

He stepped into the broadcast, and the only sound was a pencil scraping over paper. There wasn't even the macro chat that usually cluttered a Small Fry room, and the other viewers weren't typing either. The screen showed nothing but a modest chest — no Female Cam wallpaper, no donation ranking, not even a tip jar.

An odd stream, any way you looked at it. Even so, the slip hiding that modest chest stirred a man's appetite in a strange way. She was all but insisting this isn't that kind of broadcast, while the hunger for money leaked through underneath.

The pop of the Moon Balloons and the donation message came through just fine. At the balloon-burst sound effect, the BJ's body jerked.

"What? T-ten thousand? You sent ten thousand? Just now?"

She clapped the hand she'd been studying with over her mouth. Or she seemed to. Her face stayed out of frame. Emotion Appraiser rose from her seat, pinching the top of her slip so that modest chest wouldn't show, and bent at the waist.

"Thank you. Thank you. I've never gotten ten thousand before, so I don't even know how I'm supposed to react. CoinGodGodGod. Really, thank you."

Whatever they'd been doing in her room, the viewers who hadn't typed a word suddenly started. The audience was so small, though, that only two messages came up.

"A reaction? I... I don't really have anything like that."

"What? It's not a donation-and-run. I... what am I supposed to do? This is a study stream. I honestly don't know."

"I can't do either..."

This thick-skinned bitch. Ten thousand down her throat, and she was dragging her feet, whining that she couldn't give a reaction. Keep this up and she'd stall her way straight into a donation-and-run.

"Hnnn... kuhhh... Oppa..."

A dying moan drifted in from beside him. Hwayeon, face gone pale, was looking at Kim Taeyoung with pitiful eyes. He'd have to turn her loose first.

"Five thousand?"

He gave Emotion Appraiser the time. In the meantime, Kim Taeyoung freed Hwayeon's arms and legs. She got up like a zombie. He'd expected her to bolt straight for the bathroom, but she moved with agonizing slowness — one sharp move and whatever was inside her would come pouring out.

He switched on the TV first and cranked the volume to the max. His own kind of consideration for Hwayeon. The rest, she could handle herself.

"Um... CoinGodGodGod. Do I really have to? It's so embarrassing."

He turned his eyes back to the phone ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— and the crazy thick-skinned bitch was settling in for a donation-and-run on purpose. Wow. A fresh one. Ten thousand gulped down, and she was trying to walk off with it in broad daylight? With a freeloader's mind like that, of course she only pretended to study and left the cam running instead of actually grinding. A woman who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did what ordinary people couldn't always had her reasons.

"What? A refund? Didn't you give it because you felt like it?"

"Ha — fine, I'll do it! A reaction! But is there something besides dancing or singing? I'm tone-deaf and I've got no sense of rhythm..."

Funny bitch. The laugh came on its own. After nothing but Female Cams who waited on him hand and foot, a girl who came at him like this felt refreshingly new.

"Whaaat? No, that's a bit..."

"I'll dance. But I'm really bad at it. I really can't dance, so please understand."

Emotion Appraiser sucked in a sharp breath.

"I'm sorry. But a face reveal is a little..."

He jacked the price up hard. Emotion Appraiser's body gave a visible shudder, and he heard her swallow. What was she thinking? What face was she making? He was dying to see it.

Emotion Appraiser gave no answer, as if she were agonizing at the very edge. Kim Taeyoung typed one last line.

"Are you really going to send a hundred thousand?"

"I'll do it! But... could you pay me up front?"

She was going to wring that brain of hers right to the end. Not a woman he could let his guard down around. If she kept coming at him like this, he had ideas of his own. Pretty, and he'd really fire the hundred thousand. Not pretty, and he'd be the one pulling the donation-and-run.

"Okay. Give me a second. I'll put on a little makeup real quick and be right back."

She stood up and vanished from the screen. Ten minutes, maybe. Then she was back.

"I'll show you..."

The frame shifted. The camera that had been locked on her torso climbed up past her neck. The face that came into view was ordinary.

"Ahahaha!"

Kim Taeyoung burst out laughing in the flesh. Gabjil belonged to whoever held the money. A plain-looking thick-skinned bitch, trying to gabjil him back?

"What? No — CoinGodGodGod! I did the face reveal! What is this supposed to—"

Emotion Appraiser shouted, furious. Kim Taeyoung didn't even listen. He closed the broadcast window. That was her punishment for trying to donation-and-run him. If her looks had been good, he might have shown mercy — pressed the hundred thousand into her hand and taken the punishment out of her on a bed instead.

Blowback? He wasn't worried. Donation-and-runs were common enough on Corea TV. Even when one happened, there was no real punishment. Getting marked on a blacklist among BJs, at most, and even that didn't stick to a Whale. A Whale was nothing more than someone who had fired off a great many Moon Balloons. If a Whale pulled a donation-and-run, a BJ wouldn't even think of making a blacklist. The BJ who'd been burned would ask first whether she herself had done something wrong. Corea TV was that kind of world.

"Ah, that was fun."

Playing with the study-room BJ, the time had slipped away before he noticed. He turned down the TV he'd left blaring, and the sound of water drifted from the bathroom. Hwayeon's shower was winding down. Until she came out, Kim Taeyoung browsed the internet on his phone. There wasn't time to watch another stream.

Today's incident was already a hot topic online. At first, the mood toward Kim Taeyoung was ugly. A rich customer's gabjil was hardly a story from yesterday or today, and people assumed, as a matter of course, that he was grinding down some decent department-store employee.

But it started with his old comrades from the Ecobloom floor, and then the people who already had a history of suffering under Section Chief Baek Yuhyeon began posting, one after another. Even employees who had quit spilled his abuses. Once the posts piled up, public opinion turned on a dime.

Before anyone quite noticed, Section Chief Baek Yuhyeon was human garbage, the dregs of the species, and Kim Taeyoung was a hero of justice who had smashed gabjil flat with an even bigger gabjil.

"What's so funny...? After you left me like this."

Hwayeon came up to Kim Taeyoung while he was still on his phone. Her cheeks had gone hollow. The enema must have been brutal.

"Was it hard?"

"You're really asking me that? I begged you to let me go, and you still wouldn't!"

"I let you go in the end. Come here and lie face down. Let me see if it worked."

"Uuugh! I mean it! Oppa! You'd better not let me lose on this stream! You promised!"

"Obviously. I'll guarantee it. I'll open a twofold gap over second place."

"Fine."

At Kim Taeyoung's promise, the anger that had climbed all the way to the top of Hwayeon's head drained away. She climbed onto the bed without a fight and lifted her hips. Kim Taeyoung inspected the hole of her ass. She must have scrubbed herself raw; a clean, fragrant scent rose off her.

"Hnn..."

He pressed his index finger, coated thick with lube, against her anus. It sank in with a soft give. Her sphincter bit down hard on the finger.

He rolled his index finger in a slow circle. The inside of Hwayeon's gut pressed back against it, raw and immediate.

"Haaahng."

He moved the finger slowly. The anus clamped tight around it stretched, then drew inward again, over and over with every motion.

It was an obscene hole. Kim Taeyoung slid in a second finger.

"Aah!"

Hwayeon let out a startled sound. But there was no sign she was in pain.