The Rookie Cam Girl Discovers the Taste of Capitalist Money

Click.

With the soft snap of the mouse, a red indicator labeled Broadcasting lit up on the monitor.

The figure reflected in the camera lens looked stiff and awkward no matter how you sliced it. For a moment I just stared blankly at the screen, a strange feeling settling over me.

Am I really going to stream looking like this…?

I had slapped on the tags [Newbie / Adult / Body Cam / Small Streamer], but for the first few minutes nobody came in. The quiet room held nothing but the cold hum of the machines and the sound of my own breathing.

“…….”

In that silence, my trembling hands fidgeted with the mouse—then an alert finally chimed.

The second I saw those names, tension crashed over me. My heart hammered so hard it felt ready to punch through my ribs. My lips went bone-dry and cold sweat slid down my back.

I sat frozen until the first line of chat finally appeared.

Reading those raw, unfiltered messages from men made my mind go completely blank. I needed to speak, but nerves had sealed my throat shut. I forced the words out anyway, squeezing them into a thin, trembling voice.

“U-um… hello… I’m Cherry….”

The soft, delicate falsetto that left my mouth detonated the chat in an instant.

Their demands were blunt as a brick.

They're seriously telling me to strip right off the bat? These crazy bastards?

Even this outfit was already pretty revealing, but it still wasn't enough for those eyes. I toyed with the hem of the skirt and bit my lip lightly.

Endure it. You started this to make money. You're the one who put the body-cam tag on yourself.

I repeated the pep talk a few times inside my head and forced a smile onto my face.

“Ah… it’s my first stream so I’m still a little clumsy… I’m not really sure what I should show you….”

The order to lower a shoulder strap made every cell in my body scream. It felt like the filthy gazes of men were crawling over my skin for the first time in my life.

This is way more disgusting than I imagined. You sons of bitches…

I had thought it would be easy. Getting hit with this right at the start was a genuine shock. I had told myself it would be fine because it wasn't my real body, but the moment the situation arrived my male ego recoiled in pure revulsion.

“Th-that’s a little embarrassing….”

I tried to brush it off and ducked my head, sneaking a glance at the chat. Mocking lines scrolled up from the other side of the screen.

A flashy effect exploded across the center of the screen, a hundred Star Candies blooming into view.

“……!”

Watching that number climb felt like taking a hammer blow straight to the skull. Even after the platform cut, a solid ten thousand won had just landed in my earnings in a matter of seconds.

The instant I saw it, a flood of memories flashed past—rotting away in a Goshiwon, surviving on discarded triangle kimbap.

Life is so fucking unfair… ten thousand won just for lowering one strap…?

Tasting money in real time made my frozen reason start crumbling at terrifying speed.

The pressure of the chat and the money dangling right in front of me shoved me forward.

“L-like this…?”

My shame-soaked voice broadcast without any filter, but I had already taken the Star Candies. There was no backing out. I swallowed hard and reached for the thin strap hanging precariously off my shoulder.

Ssslip.

Under my fingers the strap slid down my arm, baring a shameless slice of the soft flesh of my full breasts.

It was only one strap, yet the cut of the outfit made the volume of my chest look even more aggressively emphasized.

Their heated chat flooded me with fresh disgust, so I deliberately started baiting them.

“Aww, you already gave me a hundred. If you want the other side down too, you’ll have to give another hundred!”

Honestly I had no idea whether they would actually pay more, but that was how the other cam girls did it, so I threw the line out.

The loud effect blasted again and another crisp hundred Star Candies bloomed dead center on the screen. The second I saw them I had to fight to keep the corner of my mouth from twisting into a grin.

Fuck yes! This is it! Throw a little bait and they fold immediately? Opening these suckers' wallets is way too easy!

The instantaneous hit of money and the full-blast dopamine rush made pure joy surge up inside me. Cash was rolling in at a speed I could never have imagined in my old gutter life. Using this body for a mere ten thousand won should have felt pathetic, but I didn't care. Right now the guy stuffing my bank account was king and god.

While I was zoning out and doing an internal victory dance, the chat started nagging me to hurry up and keep my word.

“Oh my! I really didn’t think you’d actually give it… Thank you so much, Oppa Wolf King…! A scammer? Cherry would never do something like that~ I’m lowering it right now!”

The second the words left my mouth I wanted to sew my lips shut. The coquettish falsetto made goosebumps explode across my skin, and the moment I said “Oppa” a wave of secondhand embarrassment hit so hard I wanted to bite my own tongue off. But on the other side of the screen Wolf King and the viewers were losing their minds with delight.

Watching them pant over a handful of cash suddenly filled me with courage.

Ah, fuck it. I need to milk them properly so they'll open their wallets again next time.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shoved the other shoulder strap down with my fingers. With both straps gone, the ultra-tight outfit could no longer hold the overwhelming volume of the Artificial Body. It slipped a little lower, exposing the entire deep valley of my full breasts and stopping just above the nipples in a razor-thin line of almost-there.

“Haa… both sides are down… are you satisfied now…?”

The chat atmosphere ignited and the viewer count began climbing little by little.

Every time someone new joined, more raw comments rating my body poured in. It was a situation no sane mind could endure—yet at the same time Star Candy alerts started ringing one after another.

My eyes, fixed on the Star Candies exploding across the screen, slowly began to waver. The thrilling dopamine of money was seeping in even stronger than the shame.

Money is this easy to make?

The speed was on a completely different level from my old sewer of a life. If a little exposure already paid this well, I couldn't even begin to calculate what full nudity would bring in.

While I was getting drunk on that sweet taste, Wolf King threw out a more extreme mission.

The sudden order to fondle myself made my head ring.

My own hands on these breasts… in front of a screen full of watching men…

“Th-that’s really too embarrassing….”

The moment I saw that, every brake in my head snapped clean off.

…Fine. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Screw it. It was never my body to begin with. As long as the money comes in, nothing else matters.

I piled on the excuses like a hypnotic chant and slowly raised both hands. Then I brought them down onto the full weight of my breasts.

The instant my fingers touched that soft skin, a full-body shiver of goosebumps raced through me.

“Ah… nngh….”

The unfamiliar sensation was a little awkward, yet I still pressed down and began to knead. The soft, heavy, alien feel of flesh filling my palms slammed straight into my brain. Dazed by the dizzying sensation, I glanced at the screen. The men on the other side were going wild over every single motion of my hands, plastering the chat.

I listened to their crude praise and still didn't stop, gently squeezing and massaging my own breasts. Every time my hands moved, the sensitive tips brushed against the ultra-tight fabric and sent sharp sparks of pleasure through me. Confusion and excitement crashed together—something I had never felt in my life as a man.

My male ego was screaming that this was wrong, but this female body had already taken its first step onto the path of corruption.

A little later, face burning red as if it would explode, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I stared into the camera and gasped for breath.

“Haa… hah… are you… satisfied… now…?”

But this was only the beginning. My first stream kept sliding toward a dangerous edge where shame and the taste of money were already tangled together.