The Squat Craze
Female cams on squat missions are already past ten lol
He's lost it lololol
Last time those betting bosses laundered, every last one of them got hauled in.
He's insane. Already burned through a hundred million.
He's stripping the ones who don't even do Nude Rooms. Total chaos.
I have to go watch, so I can't write any more.
Whoa.
Watching him spend, he is absolutely not some gangster uncle living off pulled loans.
What on earth did he make his money from to be like this?
Didn't seem like a betting boss either???
Ten at night. Hwayeon's broadcast began, and Kim Taeyoung, who had been waiting for nothing else, connected the moment it did.
Was Jo Sua's confession Hwayeon's fault? It was hard to say. He couldn't deny, though, that she owned some share of it. Kim Taeyoung had done exactly what she advised. If that advice had landed perfectly, she would have walked away with a fat reward. It had missed, and a miss was supposed to come with something on the other side of the ledger. He would be scolding her in the currency she loved best, so she wasn't likely to complain all that much.
The instant he entered, he put her on jumping jacks. He even skipped the Ten-Thousand Entrance, the secret art that was his alone. He was brimming with the urge to run Hwayeon into the ground.
"Oppa, you're here...? Aaaah! Why are you doing this to meee..."
Hwayeon threw a tantrum.
"Aah, seriouslyyy! You're the worst!"
Hwayeon yelled. Nobody was going to help her.
The fans in Hwayeon's room had long since become Coin God's faithful courtiers. He was the only one in there who would ever send balloons. Even if he beat Hwayeon with money, they liked it better that way. This, too, was a reaction. A BJ like Hwayeon drenched in sweat was its own kind of turn-on.
"One, twooo, three. Sixteen."
"Ah! Oppaaa! I was wrong. Okay? So stop being mad."
At Coin God's merciless answer, Hwayeon sank. She started the jumping jacks again. She knew this was him venting. Predicting whether Jo Sua would confess or not was beyond even a shaman, and Hwayeon herself had gone so far as to say it might happen. So this was payback. There was nothing to be done about it. If the person paying was angry, the person getting paid had to endure it.
"One, two, three, ninety-nine! Huff, one, two, three...! Hah, hah..."
"Hnn.... Oppa, I'm done. Let it go now. Okay? How about a different reaction instead of this? I'm exhausted."
"Ah! Oppaaaa!"
Paid up for the jumping jacks, Hwayeon hesitated. She was spent. She had to end it here. With Coin God, a finished hundred could just as easily become another hundred. Making money was good. She would rather make it easily, if she could.
She knelt on the chair and shot both hands straight up. Today's outfit was a tank top and dolphin shorts. She had been working hard enough, right up to a moment ago, that her sweaty armpits were on full display.
"Oppa. I was wrong! I'm reflecting just like this, so please forgive me. I was wrong."
Arms glued flat to her ears, Hwayeon begged forgiveness. Once things had gone that far, the viewers started wondering what had actually happened. She explained it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, still pleading.
"I'm sorry for butting in with useless advice on your romance project, oppa. But I really was trying my best to help. And it's not even too late.... Nothing's actually gone wrong, right? If you just do it the way we planned on Christmas Eve, it'll work. For real..."
What do I do with her.
Kim Taeyoung looked at Hwayeon on her knees, both arms raised, apologizing. The lesson still wasn't finished. Her instincts were wickedly sharp; she had dropped to her knees at once. He did like how thoroughly she submitted. His heart tilted toward forgiveness.
"Aaaah! Oppaaaa!"
Hwayeon wailed. With that, Kim Taeyoung forgot every grudge. The broadcast drifted, of its own accord, into love advice. The other viewers would learn how his romance was going, but he left out what mattered, so it didn't matter. A ten-year BJ like Hwayeon was not the sort of person who let her mouth slip.
And then Christmas was a day away. Today was a day with something important on it: a dinner date with Jo Sua, and, before that, lunch with Hwayeon. He had no idea how it would turn out. He could only hope Hwayeon's plan took.
"Sally. Have a good time with Jennifer today. No need to make dinner. You don't have to come back until tomorrow, if you don't want to."
He pulled fifty-thousand-won bills out of his wallet at random. Three hundred thousand, maybe four. It felt as if Sally had been the housekeeper for quite a while already, but a month still hadn't passed. She hadn't been paid yet, so she wouldn't have any money. It was a good day. He wanted her and her daughter to have a good time of their own.
"Sank you. Bozz."
"Yeah. Have a good time."
"Um, um. Bozz..."
"What?"
"Would it be all right if Jennifer and I had a party at houm?"
She had the money now, and still nowhere to go. Her whole family was in the Philippines. Since coming to Korea she hadn't managed anything you could call a circle of her own. This place was her house now, and her nest.
Kim Taeyoung let out a short laugh.
"Do whatever you want. I might not even come home today. I'm off."
"Sank you! Bozz!"
Sally's bow grew more respectful by the day. To her, Kim Taeyoung was the best employer there was. He had let her live in a house this fine, together with her daughter. He knew she was here illegally and still didn't treat her roughly. He had gone so far as to hire a lawyer to erase her undocumented status. On top of that, he never made her do a single thing beyond the housework. If anything, she almost wished he would.
"Oppa!"
The moment he pulled up in front of the luxury villa where Hwayeon lived, she hurried over from where she had been waiting and climbed into the passenger seat. She was dressed to the nines again today. Her role mattered.
"You look pretty."
"Ahaha. What, out of nowhere. Thanks. You look really handsome today too, oppa."
Hwayeon laughed, pleased, and pecked Kim Taeyoung on the cheek.
"Aren't you cold, though?"
Kim Taeyoung looked at her legs. It was the dead of winter, and she was in a miniskirt with her legs bare.
"I'm wearing stockings underneath, so I'm fine. And even if it's a little cold, I have to tough it out. I could freeze to death and I still wouldn't give up fashion."
"They are thick."
Kim Taeyoung slipped a hand onto her thigh as if it were nothing, and tugged at the stocking. The material was considerably thick.
"Thick or not, cold is still cold. So we can't walk around outside much today. Hwayeonie might freeze to death, you knooow."
"What's with the sudden cute voice?"
"Because I'm in a good mood. Hehe."
The two of them enjoyed the date. It was the day before Christmas, and the streets were still packed. Everywhere he looked, there were nothing but couples. But no woman was prettier than Hwayeon.