Christmas with Two Santas

"Aigoo, as if I'd forget. I'll do the reaction right now!"

The viewers had filled in to a decent number, and Kim Taeyoung wanted his reaction for the ten-thousand-balloon entrance. It was an everyday demand. Her finishing move was Loli God Requiem. Heo Myangmyang rose from her seat in a cute Santa outfit, a reindeer headband perched in her hair.

It was a song worth every hour of practice. This was the track that had blown her stream wide open—the one about a loli goddess who, supposedly, really existed. That was why she ran the Loli God reaction at least once a day. Wouldn't the viewers get sick of it if she did it every single time? Did anyone get sick of eating?

No need to worry on that score. The internet-broadcast world had far too much to consume. Even if she spammed Loli God forever, the floaters arrived having already burned through something else, so they never tired of it. And the core viewers were fine with anything, so long as she stayed cute. She could repeat the same reaction every day and last two years at the very least.

Loli God always called the viewers in. The front digit flipped from one to three, and before she knew it she was past three hundred. Three hundred put a female game BJ in major territory. The busiest female game BJ on Corea TV averaged only a little over a thousand concurrent viewers, and plenty of semi-major female cams sat under a hundred.

Hitting three hundred alone, with no help from a top-tier BJ or the other game BJs, was a genuine feat. So it was only a matter of time before those other game BJs came sniffing around. Especially today, when the game on her screen was the folk pastime known as Starship Craft—the one everybody called Teulta.

"Yes. The viewers said if I'm going to be a game BJ in Corea, I absolutely have to try Star."

"All right, I'll get started. Please be understanding if I'm bad at it."

Heo Myangmyang's Star began. As with most dying games, the moment a newbie showed up the veterans switched straight to raising them. New blood was what stretched a game's lifespan, and on a Star scene nearly thirty years old they didn't merely hype the newbie—they cooed and fussed and raised her like something precious.

"I know a little. You send these guys over here and put them to work, right?"

It was a famous folk game, so Heo Myangmyang had brushed against Star a few times. She had never played it herself, but she had watched over someone's shoulder. She didn't know the proper names, yet she knew enough to stick the workers on the minerals. The chat, however, went feral.

"W-what? All of a sudden? You're all teasing me, right?"

She had only done the most basic of basics, and gushing praise poured in anyway. Heo Myangmyang told them to stop teasing her, but she felt good all the same. A smile curved at the corner of her mouth. Her actual skill, to put it as kindly as possible, was the kind that set your teeth on edge.

Because of that, every time she played, the chat rioted—backseat calls and insults both. She had kept grinding anyway, because she could see the stream and the YouTube channel growing. So she had come in today braced to get cursed out, and what was this? Not a single insult. Nothing but people praising her.

"Ahaha.... I'm really not on that level. Hehe. Still, it feels nice to be complimented."

The endless rush of praise hiked Heo Myangmyang's shoulders up around her ears. In the end, though, she lost her one-on-one against the computer.

"Aaaah! No! Don't break it!"

She had built a full army and then parked it in a corner, unused. Truly tooth-grinding play. But the viewers who had lost their minds to Star embraced even this version of Heo Myangmyang. They were already numb to how female cams played the game. She wasn't especially special.

"Hueeng...? W-why are all you Star viewers so warm...?"

She had expected the chat to be a storm of curses. Instead only warm encouragement and comfort poured out, and Heo Myangmyang's eyes went soft with emotion. In any other game they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would already have been screaming that she was dead, that she was finished.

"FlowerSmile, thank you for the donation and the kind words...."

Heo Myangmyang was growing fond of the Star scene. If a game was like this, maybe she could just settle in and stay? A dangerous thought like that even crossed her mind. Then, at just the right moment, Kim Taeyoung cut in.

"Ah! Yes, Chairman! Right away!"

A bright nursery rhyme spilled out. Heo Myangmyang, broken in by the taste of money, barely felt the embarrassment anymore. She put on an adorable face and danced along to the song, and the moment the rhyme ended, one of the Star girls—a female game BJ—sent a donation.

On the Star scene, a spon was short for a Sponsor Match. Viewers donated moon balloons to set up a showdown between BJs, then paid the balloons out to the winner.

"Huh? A sponsor? What's that?"

The Star viewers fought to protect Heo Myangmyang. Yuyu was herself a female game BJ who hadn't been in the Star scene long, but even so she was far better than someone who had started today. Heo Myangmyang was the kind of player who couldn't even defend with the bigger army.

In a one-on-one game like Star, a loss drained your interest in the whole thing, and that meant losing one of the newbies they had just pulled in. So the viewers warned Yuyu to read the room.

But Kim Taeyoung thought differently. Heo Myangmyang had to grow into an all-around game BJ. Going all-in on a single game was bad for her stream. Better to let her get smashed here, good and hard, and see the Star demons with their masks off.

After setting up the Sponsor Match, he muted Heo Myangmyang's stream. The switch to an all-around game BJ had been his idea, but he still couldn't bear to watch her games all the way through. From what he heard, her opponent was the owner of similarly cursed hands. A true hell match. To protect his eyes, Kim Taeyoung minimized the browser window where her broadcast was up.

Today was Christmas, and Su Yeoning was in a Santa outfit too. Unlike the endlessly cute Heo Myangmyang, her Santa suit looked ready to burst—the chest, especially. Su Yeoning always dressed to emphasize her breasts, but today she had on an off-shoulder crop top, and they stood out even more. To keep the clothes from sliding down, her torso was cinched tight. What should have been a straight, narrow line of cleavage had grown wings. The round curves swelling over the fabric pulled the eye all by themselves.

"Coin God oppa! Welcome in. Thanks for the compliment. Hehe."

Su Yeoning brightened at Kim Taeyoung's arrival. The viewers who had been waiting for him started chatting, one after another. When Kim Taeyoung showed up, a reaction party broke out.

"Oppas, one second. I'll push the chatting back a bit and do the reaction first."

She danced. Her chest swayed, and the harder her upper body moved, the bigger the sway. It looked as if her breasts were about to stage a prison break from the outfit.

Viewers spammed the chat in time with the beat until the window was full of fire. That was how hot it was. Sadly, her chest never actually broke free. After the last exposure incident, Su Yeoning had taken extreme measures: she had plastered double-sided tape between the clothes and her breasts. With strong adhesive packed all over the outfit, she could bounce them like basketballs and nothing would slip out anymore.

From a viewer's seat, that was a shame. But it was fine. Sometimes a shot that only almost showed something was more arousing than one that showed everything outright.

"Waaah! Coin God oppa with another ten thousand. Thank you. Let's run for about an hour. Nnh, it's tough, but if oppa wants it, what can I do? I'll dance my heart out."

The music kept coming, one track after another. Su Yeoning panted and still didn't stop the reactions. Sweat poured like rain, and her clothes soaked through—the underside of her chest most of all. It was an intensely arousing, filthy sight.

"Haa.... That's all for today's stream. I'm so tired. Oppas, I'm heading out. Bye!"

A few hours had passed. After looping an hour of dancing and thirty minutes of talking, over and over, Su Yeoning finally ended the broadcast. The moment she did, she called Kim Taeyoung.