The Lewd Critique That Makes My Face Burn Hot
The next morning.
The moment I woke I switched on my phone and checked the voice-chat window.
So it hadn't been a dream after all.
"Haa… I really have to go, don't I…."
A wave of revulsion rose, yet refusing wouldn't change a thing. No one had forced me into this; in the end I had chosen it myself. Once I decided to become a slave to money, there was no backing out now.
I jammed a hat low over my face, pulled on a mask, and left the house. The whole way to the subway station my body kept shivering for no clear reason. Whether it was just the weather or the dread of what was coming, even I couldn't tell.
On the street, friends laughed and chattered together; couples strolled hand in hand. I stared blankly at them for a moment, then looked away with a bitter taste in my mouth.
They're all living so normally, without a clue what's going on inside me….
Lost in those stray thoughts, I somehow found myself at the station entrance. I slipped into the crowd, descended to the platform, and boarded the train that rolled in a moment later. Leaning my back against the door, phone clutched in my hand, I sank into thought for a long while.
After more than an hour of travel the announcement finally carried the words "Hongik University Station." I hurried off and headed straight for the spot Black Card had named.
Even on a weekend morning the stairs down to Exit 2 of Hongik University Station were already packed solid with people; there was barely room to plant a foot. Fighting my way through them for what felt like forever, I at last stood in front of the lockers.
The second I tried to open one, though, self-consciousness and a pointless tension seized me. Still, I couldn't keep wasting time here, so I unlocked it quickly.
Clack.
The door swung open on a black plastic bag. I already knew what was inside, so there was no need to peek; I stuffed it straight into my bag.
On the way home the embarrassment was too much; I took a taxi. Glancing around like a thief, I scrambled out, bolted inside, and the instant the door shut I tore the black bag open.
What emerged was a vibration pad far more intricate and ominous-looking than I had imagined.
"Fuck… I'm really supposed to stick this underneath and stream…?"
The alien feel of the machine against my fingertips turned my whole body ice-cold.
Ding-dong—
Right then the doorbell shattered the silence of the apartment. The ultra-mini skirt I had ordered for same-day delivery at dawn had arrived. I dashed out, carried the box into the room, and ripped the packaging open.
Laying the skirt and the vibration pad side by side, I looked down at them and a crushing wave of "what the hell am I doing" slammed into me.
"Haa… fucking hell…."
I finally couldn't take it; I furrowed my brow and covered my eyes with one hand. But there was no time left to keep sitting here frozen. Broadcast time was almost here.
I drew a deep breath, walked to the mirror, and stripped off the outdoor clothes and mask I had worn outside without a second of hesitation. Completely bare, I picked up the device. With trembling fingers I carefully peeled the clear protective film from the back of the vibration pad, revealing the sticky adhesive coating the silicone surface.
I didn't need instructions. I immediately brought it down and pressed it firmly against the most secret, sensitive flesh so it would sit flush.
Schlick.
Flesh and adhesive sealed together without a gap, a wet sound stabbing my ears; at the same instant the cold sensation hit so vividly that my entire body went rigid.
"Ah… hnn…."
Even though the device hadn't been switched on yet, the mere fact that it was stuck to my skin made me tremble all over. The unfamiliar foreign presence and the shame crashing in at once left my legs shaking.
I couldn't just stand there spacing out, so I quickly snatched up the ultra-mini skirt and pulled it on. The thin pad vanished completely beneath the short hem. From the outside the outfit looked flawless, nothing out of place, yet inside I could feel that alien sensation between my thighs in real time and it was uncomfortable in every possible way.
Still, the contract had to be fulfilled, so I hurried to set up the camera. Lowering the tripod until my lower body and the skirt line were framed as rawly as possible, I finished adjusting the angle just as noon approached.
I dropped into the chair in front of the computer desk, grabbed the mouse, and hit the Live Start button on the streaming program already open on the monitor.
The aftershocks of yesterday's stream still lingered; the moment the room opened, viewers poured in at a speed that couldn't even be compared to usual.
Because I had deliberately tilted the camera low to focus on my lower half, the skirt line stood out sharply on the broadcast.
Watching their crude real-time appraisals made my face burn hot. A humiliation almost too heavy to endure crashed over me, yet I somehow clasped my trembling hands together and forced a bright smile toward the camera.
Right then a familiar nickname flashed at the top of the chat.
It was Wolf King, the hot-blooded regular who had been thoroughly rubbed raw by Black Card's overwhelming donation power last time. The moment he entered he dumped his raw jealousy and soured the entire room's atmosphere.
But his shouting never even reached my ears. Every nerve I had was locked solely on my sadistic master.
Before Wolf King's entrance notice had even faded, Black Card stepped into the chat as well.
The instant his words stamped across the screen, the air in the room felt as if it had frozen solid. Even the viewers who had been flooding the monitor seemed crushed by Black Card's overwhelming aura; they all fell silent at once and held their breath.
In front of the whale who ruled the entire room, the right to refuse had never existed in the first place.
In the end I lowered my chin a little, forced a seductive smile toward the camera lens, and slowly walked over to the chair. Then I perched on the very edge so that the hem of the skirt threatened to ride up in a dangerously revealing angle. Holding that pose, I squeezed my eyes shut and parted my legs just a little.
The cold foreign presence of the wireless vibration pad pressing into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs lashed every nerve in my body. Thinking of the humiliating orders still to come sent goosebumps racing down my spine.
This was humiliation and submission, pure and simple, no matter how you looked at it.
"Just like Oppa ordered… Cherry's sitting pretty with her legs open… so please look at Cherry cutely…."
Even though I was the one saying the words, disgust surged up my throat. Yet the moment I recalled the astronomical sweetness of the money waiting at the end of each mission, my voice was already melting into the obedient, coquettish falsetto of a thoroughly tamed female streamer.
That very second a golden effect exploded across the entire screen with a deafening flourish.
Doo-goo-doo-goo-doo-goo!
Black Card has donated 30,000 Star Candies!
In a single blow a seven-figure sum slammed into my account, and at the exact same moment the wireless device hidden under my skirt let out a high-pitched whirr and began to thrash violently. Black Card had mercilessly punched the remote to level one the second the Star Candies landed.
Wiiiiiiiiing—!
"Haang!♥︎ Haaaang!♥︎"
The sudden, fierce rush of pleasure tore a loud moan out of me before I could stop it. I clapped both hands over my mouth in shock, yet I still couldn't seal every sound that leaked out.
"Hup!♥︎ Nnngh…!♥︎"
Twisting my crotch and biting back moans right in front of a camera that viewers were critiquing in real time—it was a pitiful spectacle beyond words. Tears of shame pricked my eyes, yet my thighs trembled violently against my will.
The self that had lived as a man my whole life was mercilessly crushed under the sweet weight of five billion won. A strong premonition hit me that everything still to come would be pure torment.
I panted hard in front of the camera and could only pray for this time to end as fast as possible.