Girl Cam Day
The viewers who checked the price list threw up question marks in the chat.
“No thanks.”
No matter what the price was, it was my decision. The viewers had no right to tell me what to do.
When I turned my head, Ha-im and Rona were also staring at the price list in shock.
“Isn’t this way too much?”
“Yeah, unni! Even the top female cams don’t charge this much!”
“So what? That’s their problem for charging less. What does it matter how much I charge?”
If they didn’t like it, they could just stop watching.
Besides, with prices set this high, donations wouldn’t come easy…
Damn bitch…
“……”
Oh?
I was reminded once again that there really were suckers willing to pay fifty thousand won just to hear a song.
Left with no choice, I picked up the mic.
“Fine. Singing isn’t that hard. What song do you want?”
“……”
They wanted the theme song from that manga with the messed-up ending. Their taste was certainly unique.
The accompaniment started, and I brought the mic to my mouth.
“Muteki no egao de arasume dia!”
The viewers were impressed by my singing. Feeling good, I ended up singing all the way through the second verse before lowering the mic.
Clap clap clap!
The reaction bots beside me applauded.
“Unni, you’re really good at singing!”
“Yeah, you’re pretty good.”
“Hmph, I know.”
I didn’t have any particularly flashy technique, but my voice quality covered everything.
At this rate, the viewers should be satisfied.
One more song!
Play a villain song
Our Dream too!
Good luck lololol
“……”
After that, countless song requests poured in, and for two hours I sang every song the viewers asked for.
“Cough!”
Eventually I ended up choking.
“Unni, are you okay?! Here’s some water!”
I quickly drank the water Rona handed me and wiped my mouth.
“Huff…! Damn it, I thought I was gonna die…”
Singing for two hours straight put an enormous strain on my throat.
‘Still about two hours left?’
At least the viewers were only donating for songs. If they’d asked for aegyo or cosplay, I would’ve wanted to die.
Seong-a, sorry lol I’m really late lololol
“……”
The worst disaster that should never have come had finally arrived.
There was only one person who donated this much money anonymously to our stream.
And it was three hundred thousand won.
I didn’t want to do this.
I really didn’t want to.
But I had no choice.
Biting my tongue, I forced a smile.
“Haha… Chairman oppa, thanks for the five hundred thousand… I-I was waiting for you…”
I never thought the day would come when the word “oppa” would come out of my own mouth.
I had no idea what the Chairman would make me do. Please, anything but aegyo…
Omakase, please^^
“……”
For a moment, my mouth fell open at the amount I’d never seen before.
Ten million won was the maximum donation amount possible on Twitch.
I’d never seen this kind of money in my life.
“C-Chairman, this can’t be refunded! Just cancel it…!”
Damn it, ten more minutes of calling him oppa.
Covering my forehead and eyes with my hand, I looked up at the ceiling.
There was a way to fill ten million with just songs, but my throat would give out.
I had no choice but to use that method.
“…What’s the most expensive thing on the price list?”
“Cosplay?”
“Fill up the audio a bit.”
Seong-a strode out of the soundproof booth, and in the meantime, questions flooded toward Seong-a and Rona.
Ha-im, who wasn’t used to streaming, was completely stiff, while Rona, like a pro, started moderating the chat.
First priority was setting follower-only mode.
“Everyone, calm down. If you have questions, ask with donations.”
At those words, countless donations poured in.
How did you two become friends?
“We’re high school classmates. We’ve been in the same class since first year.”
Why do you call the King of Ugly “oppa”?
“It’s just a nickname.”
The two of them answered the viewers’ questions one by one, glossing over sensitive ones.
After five minutes, then ten, the two of them started feeling something was off.
“By the way, why isn’t unni coming back?”
“Yeah. Did something happen?”
They were about to open the door to go find Seong-a when the door opened first.
Click!
“Unni?”
“You guys…!”
When they suddenly opened the soundproof booth door, they found Seong-a standing there with a flushed face, tugging her skirt down.
And she was wearing an office outfit.
“What are you doing not coming in?”
“The skirt is way too short! How am I supposed to show this?!”
“……”
Wearing such a short skirt was unreasonable.
She tried to change again, but Ha-im and Rona grabbed her.
“Let go!”
“That won’t work. Come in quickly.”
In the end, defeated in the struggle, I was caught on camera wearing the short skirt.
The viewers poured out every possible cheesy comment about my office look. I would’ve preferred they just insult me like usual…
Why are you pulling your skirt down?
“It’s embarrassing!”
I shouted with a completely red face. But the viewers’ reactions were unusual.
“……?”
What kind of reaction was this?
While I was flustered, the Chairman sent another donation.
Do a dogeza and say “I have been defeated by the Prophet, who surpasses me in every way”
“…Huh?”
For a moment I thought I’d misheard. What was this about a Prophet who surpassed me?
I checked the donation message several times, but I hadn’t misread it.
My hand holding the mouse trembled. The only option left was to beg for mercy.
“C-Chairman oppa! P-Please, anything but that…!”
Do it now^^ Before I make you do aegyo too
“……”
In the end, I did the dogeza the Chairman wanted.
“I-I have been defeated by the P-Prophet, who surpasses me in every way…”
My whole body was shaking. I’d never felt this humiliated before.
After that, the Chairman left the choices to the Gojadan, and I had to spit out all kinds of humiliating lines.
“Ah, from now on, I will obey the Gojadan and never talk back!”
“Hey, you pissed? How the hell did trash like you get into our company? Why don’t you just go die?”
(Ruby-chan, what are you doing?)
“Chocomint yorimo anata♡”
“Huwahuwa~ pyuapyua~ Miracle kyun☆ Omurice-san, oishiku na~re♡ Kita~ang♡”
In the end, Seong-a, whose mind had been torn to shreds by the viewers’ requests, leaned against the wall with unfocused eyes and shed tears.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m just a slut now…”
Seong-a muttered weakly, but no one heard her.
Meanwhile, Rona was chatting with the viewers.
How many outfits left?
“About two left.”
At the mention of two outfits remaining, another massive donation came in.
Change quickly^^
“……”
Another ten million won donation.
At this point, I was curious about the identity of the Chairman who casually dropped such huge donations.
‘Well… does it even matter?’
After all, he wasn’t someone particularly connected to me.
With a resigned heart, Seong-a went to change into the next outfit.
This time it was a nun’s habit.
It was tight-fitting but not revealing, so it was wearable, and the viewers’ reactions were enthusiastic.
Dance for us^^
‘Kuh…!’
I hated the Chairman so much.
In the end, I had no choice but to show the viewers the female cam dances I’d half-assedly learned from YouTube.
Pikki pikki,
Terminal,
Cocaine,
Zero Two,
I danced every dance I could for an hour.
Fortunately, the viewers seemed satisfied. With my mental state and stamina at their limits, I collapsed onto the floor.
But the Chairman wouldn’t leave me alone.
Only a little left, so hang in there!
“…Sigh.”
A sigh escaped me.
Shoulders drooping, I went to change into the last remaining outfit.
***
While Seong-a went to change, Rona chatted with the viewers.
“It’s a secret! The last one is something really legendary, so look forward to it!”
The final outfit was the one Ha-im and Rona had decided on after two hours of discussion.
Just imagining Seong-a wearing it made Rona very happy.
Rona turned on her phone and checked the time.
‘When is Miji unni coming?’
She said she’d come as soon as possible, but at this rate she might arrive after the stream ended.
“Hey…”
“What?”
“O-Oppa is coming with a kitchen knife?!”
“What?”
She quickly stood up to check.
Sure enough, Seong-a was charging toward them with a furious expression, gripping a kitchen knife.
“You bastards, you prepared a bunny girl outfit?!”
After that, the stream was turned off, and the replay was deleted as well.