The Squat War

"Hnnngh… haah…."

Before she knew it, Soli had blown past four hundred squats. Indecent sounds kept slipping out of her mouth. Sweat poured off her like rain. The dolphin shorts caught in the booty cam were soaked through, and the curve of her ass showed itself off without a shred of shame.

"Hnn… h-how many have I done…?"

So that made four hundred thirty-one. A curse rose on its own. Four hundred thirty-one squats. Tomorrow was guaranteed to be nothing but muscle ache. She still couldn't stop. Each one was worth fourteen hundred won, and the Moon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Balloons she'd already pulled in were past ten thousand. Sixty-nine more, and Coin God would fire another 2,380. She only had to hold out until then.

"Nngh… m-my legs won't move."

Soli collapsed to the floor. Her legs trembled like a baby lamb's. She had hit her limit.

"Aaangh… I'm sorry, Coin God oppa. I want to keep going, I really do, but my legs just won't move."

Soli put on a tearful face. She had to look like she was trying, or she would lose Coin God. KoreaTV was a world where a single whale could rewrite your income. Right now she didn't have one attached to her. A few mid-donors dropped about a thousand balloons a day, and that was all.

Coin God fired another ten thousand. The miserable look on Soli's face lit right up. Part of it was the money. Part of it was the feeling that she had caught his eye.

"Thank you! Coin God oppa! I—I should do a reaction, but could I rest just a little first? My legs won't move…."

"Ah… y-you're leaving? Thank you for the sponsorship! Please stop by next time, you have to!"

Soli forced her shaking legs upright. She bent at the waist to a full ninety degrees and bowed, and the moment the bow ended the strength left her. She dropped straight back to the floor.

Kim Taeyoung left Soli's room and walked straight into the next broadcast.

No entrance macro popped. A female cam with some years on her? Or was she just too lazy to bother?

"Huh? Ten thousand? What is this! A real whale benefactor just walked in? Thank you for the big-spender fan join, CoinGodGodGod! A noble guest in this shabby little room! A squat mission? Of course I'll take it! One squat per ninety-nine balloons!"

Dahae was delighted to take the ten thousand. One squat per ninety-nine meant ten thousand should have bought a hundred and one. But that was far too naive a reading of KoreaTV. By female-cam arithmetic, Coin God had spent those ten thousand on his entrance effect and on asking the question. So Dahae could pocket the whole sum and still not do a single squat, and feel perfectly entitled about it.

Coin God didn't care. However the game was played, the ending was already set. A shallow little trick like that looked cute. A million won was serious money to other people. It wasn't to him. He fired another round of Moon Balloons.

"Booty cam? What's that?"

The viewers answered Dahae before she could puzzle it out. Nothing wrong with that. He was only killing time. Reactions mattered more than conversation.

"Ah… I don't have one set up separately. I'll install one later. For now, can I just turn toward the booty-cam side?"

"Starting right now!"

Dahae threw herself into the squats, bursting with motivation. Her face ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wasn't in frame. A little disappointing. But fine. Something better to look at than a face had the camera.

Dahae was wearing a one-piece that looked like a cocktail dress. The sexy cut had a short hem and clung tight to her thighs, so the moment she started repeating a motion like squats, the skirt kept rolling up.

Every time she dropped, she grabbed the skirt and straightened it. Even so, flashes of what was underneath were unavoidable. The viewers mistook those flashes for panties. In truth they were safety shorts. People believe what they want to believe.

"Haah… it's been forever since I did squats. This is brutal. A hundred, done!"

It wasn't textbook form, the way Soli had done it. Just a sloppy amateur stance, nothing but her ass going back and forth. He didn't care. Form wasn't the point. If it looked good, that was enough.

A hundred, and then another hundred. Her legs already ached and her ass stung, but Dahae smiled wide. Twenty minutes since Coin God had entered this room. In a mere twenty minutes she had made forty thousand balloons, far past her average day's pay.

"Hnngh… I, I can't do any more. My legs hurt, Coin God. Can I do the rest tomorrow? If I keep this up I really won't be able to use them."

Final tally: one hundred seventy-three. Dahae declared defeat before she even reached two hundred. Sitting on the floor, she begged with a pitiful face.

About average for a female cam, he figured. She worked out to keep her figure, and that was the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only reason she'd managed even one hundred seventy-three. Squats were an exercise even a man struggled to push past a hundred of in one go. Soli clearing four hundred was the strange one.

"Thank you! But what do you mean, seventy points?"

Dahae asked. Kim Taeyoung didn't answer. He headed straight for the next room.

This one was in hot pants. Confident in her legs, apparently — the moment he entered, she had them up on the desk, showing off the line of them. No other words were necessary.

By then, posts were going up across the internet communities: Coin God had lost his mind for squats and was touring female-cam rooms. He was already famous as the whale who had dropped a hundred million won in Seed's room, so the posts spread in no time. What spread through the communities migrated into KoreaTV chat, carried by the floaters they called cuckoos.

Thanks to that, a spectacle unfolded.

From the female cams backed by what people called the big companies, all the way down to the small fry, squats had suddenly glued themselves to room titles. Among the small fry, some stuck Coin God's name on in broad daylight. At first it had clearly been only two or three. Every time he moved rooms, the number swelled. And then it happened: every female cam, except the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠true small-fry rooms with no cuckoos and the ones who refused to be swept along, put both squats and Coin God in the title.

"I didn't think it would turn out like this…."

Lying on the bed, enjoying the broadcasts, Kim Taeyoung muttered as if he couldn't believe it. A hollow laugh escaped him. It wasn't a bad feeling. How many people could pull all of KoreaTV into one formation? You needed a top-tier BJ running huge content, or KoreaTV itself throwing a massive event, to get a ripple like this.

And Kim Taeyoung had made it happen as a private individual. As a whale watching broadcasts, he couldn't help the thrill. Since it had come to this, he might as well enjoy it to the end. His coins were not the sort that could ever run dry.

Three to a monitor. Nine broadcasts in all. Each browser could play three KoreaTV streams, and all nine female cams had turned their asses to the camera and were squatting. A magnificent sight.

Rotating sponsorship through nine rooms wasn't hard either.

Say that one line, and the female cams flipped their eyes and charged. He didn't need to count. Floaters handled petty work like that on their own. They were extremely strict about what a female cam did once she'd been paid. Try to cheat them out of even a single rep, and all hell broke loose.

"Hnnngh. Thirty-one!"

"Haaah, aangh! I can't… this is so hard!"

"Ngh! Hnn!"

Strange sounds spilled out of all nine broadcasts. With every one of them unmuted, it felt like an orgy. And then, in one of them, there was an accident.

Yang Sohye. Of every female cam who had jumped into Coin God's great squat war, she was the smallest of the small fry. To catch his eye, she had come out in a sexy costume.

If you had to name it, bunny-girl swimsuit was about right. It was unmistakably an event costume, with a button at the crotch — a design that might as well have been made so you could fuck her without taking it off.

The snap popped in the middle of a squat. She had dropped the camera low to film her ass and keep the viewers happy, which only made it worse. Platform rules said underwear couldn't be shown, so she hadn't worn any. Her pussy and her asshole went out live on the internet.

"Ah—kyaaah!"

She startled and hurried to cover herself with her hands. The viewers had already seen everything there was to see. Their delight at the lucky view lasted only a moment.