A Taste of the Shadows

One small fry had already been shut down with a suspension, but Coin God's squat mission went on. It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠averaged a hundred and twenty reps, a race that never managed to hold a single female cam longer than fifteen minutes, and so the cycles whipped by.

A squat race of nine women to a cycle had already run four times over. By the end, the female cams he had deigned to choose numbered only six—and neither face nor figure was anything Kim Taeyoung could bring himself to be satisfied with.

Kim Taeyoung tossed the tip in ahead of himself and got out. A weekday afternoon, and the talent pool was painfully thin. If he wanted the quiet, filthy satisfaction of watching them squat, face and figure had to clear a certain bar—and he had the feeling he'd burned through scenes like that too early.

And it still isn't even this late.

He could have sworn he'd been playing for more than two hours, and it wasn't even evening. The squat race had wrung most of the female cams dry. A few had killed their streams outright under the strain. Others were still on, but none of them were in any shape to give him a reaction with flavor.

"Bamboo it is."

After a moment's weighing, Kim Taeyoung turned his eye to another platform. There were plenty of livestream sites besides KoreaTV, and BambooTV in particular sat alone at the top of the adult-broadcast world. They had already come looking for him once.

He had no idea how they'd gotten his number, but they'd opened negotiations by promising a much sweeter cut on cash-outs and top-ups. Thirty percent or forty, it was all the same to him, so he'd said he'd think about it and hung up.

Better to keep the handle as it is.

He couldn't see any reason to change it. Signing up, he set the nickname to CoinGodGodGod.

Hardly any difference, is there?

Kim Taeyoung took a first pass over BambooTV's homepage. Whether they'd copied KoreaTV, or platforms simply came out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like this, he couldn't find a single real distinction. The colors of the page, the shape of the letters—that was about it.

The thumbnails were much the same. Here, too, female cams with their breasts out papered every preview. Hadn't KoreaTV been an adult platform all along?

True to an adult platform, though, every BJ had the 19+ badge hung on the door. What stood out was that the higher-ranked rooms held more men. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Why was that? On KoreaTV it was only natural that male BJs drew the crowds—they were entertaining. It would be the same here.

Kim Taeyoung clicked through the streams one by one and toured BambooTV. His coins were already loaded fat. A man broadcasting alone, he skipped without a flicker of interest. He went only where a female cam was on.

Strangely, rooms with a man and a woman together were popular here. Among the male BJs, some did nothing but book female cams as guests.

The words guest girl hooked him, and he stepped into the room. He noticed the "starts at six" in the title a little too late. Still, something held his interest: the text they'd put up on the screen. Maybe because the station ran hotter, the reactions were nothing like KoreaTV's.

There wasn't a single dance reaction. Every item was either a shouted kiai or straight physical pain. KoreaTV had its share of whales who disciplined BJs with squats and PT drills, and Kim Taeyoung himself had just come from a squat race.

Watching people get hit was another matter. How many viewers actually got off on someone twisting in pain? It was nothing like Song Jihye. She liked being struck, and it aroused her—and when she was aroused, so was he.

People enjoy broadcasts like this, so the culture settled in. That's all it is.

A few more rooms, and he saw that nearly every co-ed stream was a Match Broadcast. Those, he passed on. What remained were female cams alone. Hitting showed up in their reactions too, but there were other reactions, so it was fine. More than anything, the Nude Rooms interested him.

The word was written without a shred of shame: Strip. It meant she was running a nude room. But the woman on the screen was fully dressed. A sexy one-piece, yes, though he'd seen plenty of that on KoreaTV. For an adult broadcast, it failed to be properly hot. Kim Taeyoung decided to help her stream along.

The ten-thousand entrance gift unfolded on Bamboo as well. At that private art of his, the female cam who had been making small talk screamed with joy.

"Kyaaaa! Coin God oppa! Ten thousand the second you walk in?! Thank you so much. I love you. I love youuu."

She made a heart over her chest as she reacted, a short burst packed with aegyo.

"But, oppa. You're new, so you don't know the rules yet. Nude-room requests only go one at a time. I've got four items on today, so you have to shoot four times. Since you shot so much, though, I'll take two off."

With that she peeled off her fishnet stockings. She'd said two—so was she counting one stocking per leg? Cute, the way she sucked the money dry. He'd give her something to regret.

He fired the donations on the spot to match her prices. The rate chart read stockings at 1,000, the dress at 3,000, the bra at 5,000.

"Waaah! Coin God oppa! Thank you! Three thousand, five thousand! Thanks to you I'm getting naked early today."

Hanmi laughed, thick with sex, and peeled the clothes off one piece at a time. On looks, KoreaTV's female cams were clearly a cut above. Had Hanmi been a BJ over there, she never would have climbed out of small-fry territory. But this was an adult platform. Confidence in your body was competitiveness enough.

Once the bra was cleanly gone, Hanmi stood and sprayed oil over herself. The slick film caught the lights and glittered.

It was getting him properly hard. Nipples you didn't easily see on KoreaTV. Smiling, Hanmi gathered her breasts and gave them a light shake.

"I'm all the way off, so I'll dance once."

The screen split into thirds, and wordless music poured out. She danced to the bright club beat, breasts swinging. Honestly, she didn't seem like much of a dancer. His eyes locked onto the sway of her chest and the lace panties anyway. Whether she could dance had nothing to do with it.

The fun didn't last. In nothing but her panties, Hanmi dropped straight into her chair and spoke, blatantly, to Coin God alone.

"Coin oppa. You don't like graffiti? A thousand and I can stamp your nick on me right now."

Her aim was to fish for a donation. She was here to make money, so of course. Kim Taeyoung knew it and let himself be led anyway.

"Ah, what the— seriously. So childish."

It was close to an insult. But Hanmi, as if she were used to it, put on a coy little act and smiled with her eyes. She took out a pencil and wrote slut across her chest.

Kim Taeyoung grinned. A taste of the shadows you couldn't get on KoreaTV. BambooTV had a flavor all its own.

"Aah, seriouslyyy. Oppa's too much. You want to turn me into a slut and a whore that badly?"

She said it was too much, and did every bit of it anyway. With slut and whore scrawled across her chest, she framed her nipples in a finger-heart and fired it at the camera.

"Huh? Korea? Coin oppa. You play on Korea?"

"Squats? You worked out and then came here?"

"Squats? Oh—a reaction! You want to make me do a squat reaction?"

"Waaah! Seriously! Coin oppa, you're insane! Why'd you only show up nowww!"

Another ten thousand blew open, and Hanmi shrieked up into a high note. She was on her feet at once, scribbling across her ass. The spot was hard to reach, so the letters came out crooked and uneven. He didn't care.

"All written. How's that?"

She turned and showed the ass off, catching her lip in her teeth and swaying it softly from side to side. At the sight, viewers spammed the chat with raw, open-mouthed want.

"Squats? Mmm... a hundred?"

Her squat rate was five reps for two hundred shoots. Forty bamboo shoots apiece.

"Aaaah. Ah, seriouslyyy! Oppa's way too hot. Two hundred and fifty... it'll be rough, but I'll try. Here I go!"

She started the squats—and, with no sense of showmanship, did them facing forward. Or was that the sense? Every time she moved, slut and whore shook. There was a pleasure in watching it. He still wanted the back.

"Twenty! Huff... Huh? An ass cam? I don't have one. I'll turn around every twenty. That work?"

She turned at once. Slut and whore were stamped across her ass. Each time she dropped, the two words swelled a little; each time she rose, they shrank again.

This is fun.

Maybe because it really was a nude room, there was a hard-on here he couldn't get on KoreaTV. Kim Taeyoung kept roaming BambooTV's streams.

And he found BambooTV's true fun. BJs who hadn't stuck up the 19+ badge. Stripping a BJ who had never once run a nude room. The work carried a satisfaction a lot like taking a virgin—because a BJ who had done a nude room even once would never go back to what she had been.