Absolute Obedience
It was the day they had agreed to start broadcasting on BambooTV. In exchange for doing an adult stream, Han Sarang went back over the promises one more time, making sure every one of them still held.
"Honey, I'm already obeying you absolutely."
"Not just with your mouth! If I tell you to do the laundry, you do it right away. If I tell you to cook, you cook. No backtalk. You're talking back right now."
"Haa... Fine. Absolute obedience. Happy?"
"And no watching other streams under the excuse that you're studying. That one I will never, ever forgive."
"Ah, okay..."
"Don't forget we're leaving the country once we make three billion. So I manage the money. Leave it with you and you'll blow it on something stupid."
"That... Fine. Do whatever you want."
In return for her doing adult broadcasts, Choi Haneul was about to be treated at a level just shy of slavery. He didn't care. Be good for a few days, then little by little widen what he could get away with. For now, the smartest move was to stay flat on his belly.
"And... I really don't have to take my clothes off, right?"
"Of course not. Before we start, we just nail it down—a Nude Room costs a hundred million won. Honestly, who's going to drop a hundred million just to see a pair of tits one time?"
"Haa... I really hate this."
Seated in front of the cam, Han Sarang squeezed her eyes shut. An adult broadcast. She had never imagined she would end up doing something like this. But the balance in the account was in danger. Five hundred thousand won left. Pinch as she might, it would not last the month.
There was no helping it. If that damn husband of hers had only brought money home, she never would have done this. But the damn man wanted nothing except the easy road. When they were young he had truly been wonderful. Choi Haneul was the biggest man at the nearby high school—good-looking, good in a fight, and wildly popular.
The woman that man chose was Han Sarang. Thanks to him she spent a glittering stretch of high school. Being somebody in high school, though, counted for nothing out in the world. Choi Haneul had a grand ambition to make a great deal of money, and he was the sort who put in no effort at all.
If she had known that when she was young, she never would have met him. It was too late to undo it now. The two of them were husband and wife. This, too, was a kind of love. As his wife, all she could do was trust his plan and help him see it through.
Right. Just three billion. That's all.
Make three billion won and get out of Korea. People she knew might recognize her. Her parents might find out. Endure it anyway, make the money, and then leave. After that, a sweet, cozy life with Choi Haneul. A child, too.
Holding on to that thought, Han Sarang weathered her fear of the adult broadcast, and her disgust. And then the broadcast began.
Kim Taeyoung, who had spent a scorching night with two women, was only now heading home, the sun already high overhead. The road back was one steep hill after another. It didn't matter. Everyone who lived up here had at least one car.
"Mm?"
He was easing the car up the slope when a familiar back came into view. Sally and Jennifer. They looked to be coming home from the market; Sally's arm was hung with bags stuffed full of groceries.
"Sally."
"Ah! Bozz! Hello!"
Kim Taeyoung stopped the car and rolled the window down, unlocking the doors at the same time. Sally and Jennifer bowed their heads the moment they saw him.
"Get in. Have you been doing the shopping like this the whole time? Why aren't you getting it delivered?"
So that was why she always showered after coming back from the market.
"Delivery too expensibe. Jennifer need walk too."
Sally said it while settling Jennifer into the back seat.
I know it's good for a kid to get some exercise, but isn't this too much?
The rich neighborhood where he lived had no bus stop. You had to walk more than twenty minutes from the house just to reach one, and the road from the stop back home was uphill the whole way. Hauling groceries up that slope could not have been anything but brutal.
"Sally. Can you drive? Got a license?"
"I no can drive. No licenze."
"Then get one. I'll buy you a compact. Until then, use delivery. If you're worried about Jennifer getting enough exercise, take a taxi out."
"Huh? Ah, th-that is..."
Sally couldn't answer right away. When Kim Taeyoung pressed her, she finally gave the reason she had hesitated.
"I can't get licenze. I am illegal stay..."
"What? Then how were you planning to work at the mart? How were you going to get paid?"
"There is peopel who do that. Take money, lend ID and bank book. I zorry, bozz."
Kim Taeyoung's brow tightened. He hadn't known Sally was undocumented. Was this about to become a problem? Even so, he had no thought of casting her out. A few days of watching her had brought him to a conclusion: there was no housekeeper like Sally. She worked hard, her cooking was good, and she could be trusted. Let her go, and he would have to spend his attention finding a new one.
"I'll ask my lawyer about that. And there's something I never asked before, so I'll ask it while we're on the subject. The kid's father? You said he was Korean, right?"
"Yes. Jennifer daddy is Koreean. I come to Korea to find. Hard to find. Name also fake. Phone also fake. Couldn't find."
"I'll have them look into that too. The car can wait."
"Sank you, bozz!"
Seated in the back with Jennifer, Sally bowed her head again and again. Kim Taeyoung let mother and daughter out in front of the house, parked in the underground garage, and went straight up to the third floor.
The timing's awkward.
Today was a day off, with nothing scheduled. Sex was wonderful, but he had to think about how he spent his stamina. He wasn't twenty anymore. Rest properly for a day and put the effort into recovery. That was how you got quality sex.
On a day off, of course, he watched streams. Today's target was Hwayeon. Kim Taeyoung had been saving up a thorough lesson for her. Her broadcast, though, was at ten at night, and it wasn't even two yet. There was a long while left.
I'll just watch something else.
He had time to spare and money to spare. Wander the streams long enough and he might even turn up a new Female Cam with the right look.
Today, too, KoreaTV was a festival of bare skin. Everyone sure seemed to be working hard for a living. From broad daylight there were dozens of female cams with their breasts out. Kim Taeyoung kept scrolling. The standard by which he picked a broadcast changed from day to day. Some days he fixated on tits, some days on hips, and some days on the outfit.
What he chose today was the room title. The one that pulled him hardest was the squats. Five squats for a measly hundred and nineteen? He couldn't let that stand. He wanted to drill her hard at that exercise she loved so much. He entered Soli❤'s broadcast.
Up came the entrance macro typical of a Small Fry room. Plenty of small fries didn't even bother setting one; this female cam was clearly desperate for anyone to walk in. Before she could so much as greet him, he unleashed his one true art.
"CoinGodGodGod. Welco—? Kyaaaaaah! Ten thousand! What! Ten thousand, what is thaaat! Welcome! CoinGodGodGod!"
"Ah! Whale hyung. No—Coin oppa. May I call you oppa? First of all, thank you so much for coming to my room! I'll start with a grand bow!"
The woman who had been losing her mind over ten thousand balloons suddenly kicked up into a handstand. Was this not a female cam, but the raunchier kind? She was awfully pretty for that. And she was dressed like a regular female cam, too.
While Kim Taeyoung was thinking it, the woman on the screen walked back from the camera and went up into a handstand. It was the pose they called a grand jeol, a display of the most extreme deference. She was in short dolphin shorts, so the undercurve of her ass peeked into view.
"Thank you! Coin oppa!"
Finished with the grand bow, Soli stood and bent at the waist. Her breasts swayed. To Kim Taeyoung, a connoisseur of female cams, they were a C cup at the very least. Whether they were natural or fake, he couldn't say. Doctors these days were simply too good. He couldn't be sure until he saw them bare.
"Ah! I'll answer the question! How many squats will I take? I'll take all of them! Even if my legs explode, I'll finish to the very end!"
Hoh. So that was how it was. A wicked smile crossed Kim Taeyoung's face.
"Uwaaaaah! Coin God oppa! Thank you so much for 2,380! I'll start right now!"
Her energy was from another world entirely. Because of that energy he still couldn't tell whether this was the raunchy tier or an ordinary female cam. She had a pretty face and a body that got him going, so did it matter? Raunchy cam or female cam, it was enough that his eyes were happy.
Soli knew exactly what a man wanted. She switched on the camera meant only for squats—a setup they called a Booty Cam. Booty, here, was slang for the ass. A feed filming nothing but her backside appeared small along the bottom of the screen.
The dolphin shorts clung so tight that the shape of her ass showed through. A little tighter and whatever lay between her cheeks might have shown as well, and that was enough to stir a man's blood.
She must have worked out on ordinary days. Past thirty, past fifty, her form never once broke. In the end she finished all one hundred in a single go.
"Hoo... I'm done!"
"A-ah! Th-thank you!"
A hundred finished, and then another hundred. Soli's pupils wavered, just slightly. She had sensed it too. A Whale who dropped more than a hundred million won in a day had no intention of stopping until she collapsed. This was a fight she was going to lose, one hundred percent. But that was fine—better, even. She could earn as much money as her body would let her!
One squat was 2,380 won. Even after the fee came out, 1,400 won! She would do every single one she could. Her will blazed up, and she started the squats again.