A Hundred Million to Take It Off

Seola was a BJ who ran ordinary talk shows on an adult streaming platform. There were, surprisingly, quite a few hosts like her. Their reasons differed from person to person, but they all shared one thing: they broadcast on BambooTV to make money.

They shared something else, too. Even while putting on a show this proud, they were pretty enough that viewers still gathered. Seola was no exception. Her looks would have played just fine on Corea TV.

"Kyaaah! What? Ten thousand? An oppa I've never even seen just fired ten thousand at me. Hi, I'm Seola. Is this your first time in my room?"

"Whoa, really? Then I'd better treat you really, really well. Where do you live, oppa? I'm in Gangnam. If we get the chance later, let's grab a meal. Oh — I should make you manager right away. One second."

She gushed over him, and the reactions followed in one smooth rush. On any other day the broadcast would have been plenty of fun. Kim Taeyoung, though, had a different purpose, and he asked at once.

"Sorry? A nude room?"

"I'm sorry. I don't do nude rooms. I think you'd be better off finding another one."

One line from Kim Taeyoung, and the chat that had been happily shaking along to her dance reactions went cold. So did the female cam who had been smiling bright as a flower over ten thousand shoots. He didn't back down. There was nothing in this world money couldn't buy. If something couldn't be done, it only meant there wasn't enough money.

"No, Coin oppa. However many you send, I'm not doing a nude room."

"Okay, hold on. Please stop firing them like that."

As the Bamboo Shoots doubled again and again, Seola's pupils shook. She still wasn't answering, and Kim Taeyoung kept ramming shoots into the total anyway.

Before she knew it the count had climbed to 320,000 shoots. In cash, that was 32 million won. Add up everything he had sent so far and it came to 62 million.

"Stop! Wait! Coin oppa! Enough!"

They say the mind locks up when something unimaginable hits you. Seola was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exactly there. A windfall that large ought to make a person glad, but she was blank. She couldn't understand why he was firing money at her so viciously.

Under that overwhelming flex ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of cash, even the viewers who had been tearing into Kim Taeyoung stopped typing. They had no choice. This was an internet broadcast platform — a world where the man with the money was the one on top.

"I— no.... Even if you give me this much, a nude room is...."

Still not enough? Then he'd drive the wedge in.

"A refund...?"

Seola hesitated. A hundred million. More than double everything she had saved across her whole time on air. With that money she could do a great deal. She bit her lip, torn between the image she had built and the hundred million sitting in front of her. She didn't know which to choose.

In the end, Seola made the call. A hundred million was too much money to refuse. Her net came to about two hundred thousand won a day. Grind through a hard month and she still landed around six or seven million. To earn a hundred million, a full year of not eating and not spending wouldn't have been enough — and that kind of money was about to arrive in a single shot if she only took her clothes off.

"B-but... couldn't I do it in a private fan room?"

It was a clever move, tossed out in a brief moment. Her image would take a little damage, but it was better than nude pictures circulating all over the internet.

"Nnh...."

When the trick failed, Seola's heart sank. She couldn't take the choice back, though. The moment she had surrendered to the money and said she would do a nude room, her image was never returning to what it had been. All that remained was to swallow more than a hundred million won exactly as it stood.

A trembling hand went to the buttons. Every time one came undone, the chat turned into a festival — all except the regulars who had watched her for so long because they liked how innocent she looked.

In the end her top came off, and the viewers went wild over bare skin none of them had ever seen on Seola.

"Aauuut.... D-do I have to take this off too?"

Seola looked ready to cry. She chewed her lip, but she had already stepped forward, and there was nowhere to go back to. In the end she undid the hook of her bra, and her breasts were bare.

"Aaaah, don't make fun of me!"

Seola had inverted nipples. Was that why she had never done a nude room? Kim Taeyoung typed.

"Uuuuugh...."

In the end she was stripped of everything but her panties, and then the reaction requests poured in. Every one of them was a dance request. Taeyoung wasn't the one sending them. He had already gotten her clothes off, and the other mid-donors swarmed in after him. All she could do was dance while dying of shame. A perfect nude room.

"That was fun."

Maybe the shame had gone past what she could stand. Midway through the reactions, Seola bolted — she killed the broadcast outright. Now that she had become a runaway ninja, karma would be waiting the next time she came back. She might never come back at all.

However it played out, it had nothing to do with Kim Taeyoung. If she had truly hated nude rooms, she simply shouldn't have taken the money. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠drifted on through BambooTV, looking for the next prey.

How many ordinary talk BJs did he strip that way? The mouse led him all the way down into the Deep Sea. BambooTV's Deep Sea was packed with tremendous things — things he didn't even want to name — so he flicked past them in a hurry, until a room title caught his eye.

Oddly enough, they called themselves a couple BJ. Kim Taeyoung clicked in at once. Rookie day zero meant they had started today.

They really did look like brand-new Small Fries. Nothing was prepared. They didn't even seem to have a separate broadcast room; a curtain was drawn across the background, which only made them look smaller.

The reactions, at least, had been faithfully prepared. Copied from some other BJ, obviously. But it wasn't copyrighted material, so it was no crime — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and it was far better than the Small Fries who didn't even try to copy.

Taeyoung ran his eyes down the reaction list, ready to leave if it was a match broadcast or a nude room. There was no striking on the list. The word nude was there, though. That would be boring....

A million?

His interest came right back. A nude room priced at a full million Bamboo Shoots — a hundred million won in cash. That wasn't an offer to strip. It was a way of saying they didn't want to: set a sum nobody could pay, and no one would even dare bring it up.

Kim Taeyoung smiled, wicked. First he checked the female cam's face. She was pretty, nothing like a Deep Sea Small Fry. She was probably stuck down here because of that clueless "couple BJ" title.

Right. They did say it was day zero.

Looks with this much potential might blow up before long.

"Welcome, CoinGodGodGod."

A room with almost no viewers. On a day-zero broadcast, every single person who wandered in was precious. The male cam who claimed to be the husband greeted him. Taeyoung hadn't even unleashed his signature move yet. The moment the math was finished, he dropped the ten-thousand entrance gift.

"Waaaaaah! What! Ten thousand? Thank you! Thank you, hyung-nim!"

At the sudden ten thousand, Choi Haneul shot to his feet and bowed his head like a madman. Beside him, Han Sarang covered her mouth in shock.

"Th-thank you."

"Yes, yes! That's right, hyung-nim. We've been married about a year. We started dating in high school, so it's been over eight years."

Choi Haneul sprayed far too much information at a single question — how long they had been together, where they had met, how they had ended up married. He understood how internet broadcasts worked. You had to catch a whale. That was how the money came in.

"Hyung-nim, what kind of reaction do you like?"

"Ah, yes sir! Squats are five reps per fifty-one, so...."

Choi Haneul couldn't do the math in his head, so he opened the calculator app.

"Nine hundred eighty...?"

He swallowed hard. Earning a million won was wonderful, but the thought of 980 squats made the world go dark in front of him. A hundred was already enough to wreck you.

"Oppa...."

Han Sarang looked at him with eyes that asked whether they actually had to do this. Then Kim Taeyoung typed again.

"Ehh? You want me to do all 980 by myself?"

"N-no.... Haah...."

Han Sarang's face went tight with distress. Then she gave up and stood. It was a full million won. A thousand won a squat. A woman who knew how frightening money could be started in.

"Hyung-nim! C-couldn't I do them too?"

The moment Han Sarang began, Choi Haneul — suddenly afraid of the aftermath — begged Coin God. Coin God was merciful.

"Waaah!"

Another ten thousand popped. Two million won in the first hour of the broadcast. Greed filled Choi Haneul's eyes, and he immediately started squatting beside Han Sarang.

"Hnnnngh...."

"Hoo, hoo...."

This had a flavor all its own. Put a man and a woman through squats together and a yin-yang harmony appeared. The two of them moaning sounded exactly like a harmony made on a bed.