Chapter 820
Chapter 820
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 820
Chapter Title: Yuria VS Mi-ryeong
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Mi-ryeong was getting ready for her internet broadcast today, just like always.
What had started out as a simple way to make some cash had turned into an irreplaceable hobby. Games were way more fun when she was streaming and bantering with viewers than playing solo. And pretending to be all innocent while draining their wallets? That was a thrill all its own.
Before firing up the stream, she checked her email and SNS first.
SNS came first.
She'd posted a few photos, and the reactions were solid.
"Some of these guys are way out of line."
She blocked most of them on the spot. The real creeps got screenshots dumped into a special folder. One day, she'd lawyer up and throw a massive lawsuit bash.
The pic she'd tossed up this morning was a just-woke-up bedhead selfie. The kind that usually looks rough on anyone else, but even without filters, Mi-ryeong's was stunning.
'Hehe. If only they knew it was me cuddling up to hubby with my pussy stuffed full of his cum.'
Secret mid-stream hookups and all that—at first, Sung Yu-jin had forced it on her, and it felt off. But these days? She was the one craving it.
Stuff like streaming with her pants and panties yanked off, sneaking fingers into her pussy for a quick rub-off, or Sung Yu-jin slipping in to devour her during the show. That razor-edge thrill was addictive.
Mi-ryeong moved on to her email next.
Most of it was work stuff. Big-name entertainment agencies pitching celebrity debuts. She wasn't totally uninterested. But right now? No bandwidth. Eventually, she'd get reverse-summoned back to the [Gwangmyeong Victory Path] world.
Then there was the weirdo. Dude offering eight figures a month for regular hookups. The email screamed old perv. This world was crawling with freaks.
'Collab invites.'
BJs from the same platform were flooding her inbox. She shot them all down.
Her stream was climbing steady without collabs anyway. Though it'd go dark soon—forced return and all.
'Sigh. If only I could just live here as long as I wanted...'
She sighed over her situation, then checked her outfit in the mirror. Low-cut tank top and hot pants. Tame by streamer standards. In this cutthroat world, lingerie-level getups were entry-level for girl BJs.
Outfit cleared, she hit go at the scheduled time. Waiting viewers flooded the chat with cheers.
"Hey everyone! Your Fox Spirit's here!"
Mi-ryeong glanced at the small monitor on her desk. Stream rankings. Already cracking top 30. Top 10 in under half an hour, easy. Viewer count shooting up past a thousand.
"Today I've got that fox dance I mentioned last time prepped. No debut plans right now, though."
Mi-ryeong flashed a smile.
The chat went nuts. Messages scrolling like crazy. Impatient fans started superchatting hard.
She read out chats, raking in the cash.
"Little game first, then the fox dance."
She was firing up the game and prepping the dance when her door swung open. If it was Sung Yu-jin? Massive broadcast disaster. She was controlling the cam—whole room on feed.
Luckily, not him.
"Huh, sis?!"
"Brought some snacks. Munch while you stream."
Yuria set fruit and drinks on the desk, then strolled out like nothing happened.
Chat exploded, of course.
Superchats detonating like fireworks. Mi-ryeong, who'd been all sweet, finally snapped.
"I'll spill everything, just chill! She's just a friend I call sis! Maid outfit's her quirky hobby—she had no clue I was live! Respect privacy, no spreading pics! I'm dead serious about suing!"
Yuria wore her maid outfit around the house every day.
She knew there was no need—no actual maid duties here. But it was the comfiest thing for her.
Her routine was simple: prep breakfast, lunch, dinner, clean the place. Downtime? TV to learn the world or Sung Yu-jin's smartphone for random research.
But boredom hit quick. House tinier than the [Hundred Returns] mansion—chores done in 1-2 hours. Cooking was fast too. Rest of the time with Sung Yu-jin and Mi-ryeong. Mi-ryeong was bubbly and fun to hang with. The "sis" thing felt awkward, though.
Time with Sung Yu-jin? Pure bliss. Just sitting there calmed her soul. Hugging him melted her mind blank. No thoughts. Didn't want any.
"Yuria sis... got a favor. Wanna hop on stream with me?"
Mi-ryeong poked her head out, fidgeting.
"Streaming like that?"
Yuria nodded at the TV. Some hot variety show, but she wasn't into it.
"N-no, internet solo stream. Viewers are small but pays decent... anyway! My fans been begging for you since yesterday. Just once? Pleeease?"
"I'm cool with it, but honey..."
"Hubby's greenlit it! If sis wants, go for it! Save me, sis!"
"...No clue how, but I'll help."
Idle anyway, so why not.
Squirm, squirm.
I crawled across the floor dead silent. To dodge the camera. Mi-ryeong and Yuria were duo-streaming now, deep in a game. Yuria getting crushed. Pure luck-based—no skill involved.
"Yesss! 12 again! Seoul's mine!"
"I got... 5. Island exile."
Yuria shot me a worried glance. Eyes full of concern. Mi-ryeong didn't even look.
Cockroach-style under the desk. Finally breathed.
'Kukukuku.'
Grinning inside, hands out. Touched their legs. Mi-ryeong in short skirt, legs bare. Yuria's maid skirt longer, white stockings hugging thighs.
Twitch, twitch.
Yuria kept noticing me. Unlike Mi-ryeong, who was pros at ignoring. Slowly peeled Yuria's stockings down from her thighs.
"Yuria sis acting weird all sudden? You okay?"
"N-nope. Totally fine... not the bathroom."
"Whoa! Golden streak! This round's vibe is fire!"
"Mmm... my turn... yeah..."
Smooth strokes along their legs as I stripped 'em. Tops, bottoms, undies—all off. Buck naked. Dick rigid as hell.
'One slip, cam catches me... life's toast.'
Thrill had my balls quaking. Playful Life-level exposure back home, but this was reality. Good thing I had an ace: the 30-Day Rewind.
'No wasting that on this. Gotta stay hidden.'
Hands slid between silky thighs. Yuria's panties white. Mi-ryeong's black. Both lacy, deliberate sexy picks.
Finger pressed centers. Squelched in soft, plush. Fun as hell—kept mashing.
"Hngh,"
"Mmff..."
Loop Sexual Sensitivity Boost, and they jolted hard.
Yuria soaked first.
"Why the flinch? Oh, legs bumped. Right, sis?"
"Y-yeah... got too close. Screen rules, though."
Viewers bought the excuse. No way they'd guess a naked perv under the desk toying with both.
Growing bolder, yanked panties down. Pussies glistening with slick. Similar shapes, unique flavors.
Nose in. Yuria: sweet-salty tang. Mi-ryeong: thicker musk, wetter vibe.
Prime pussies, each their way. Fingers plunged both fair. Sorry Mi-ryeong, but grip and wrap? Yuria's superior. "World's Top Genius" applied down there too.
Squelch, slurp.
Dick twitched desperate. Needed to bury it anywhere, stat.
Thump.
'Hm?'
Glanced down. Mi-ryeong's bare foot pinned my dick. Rubbed sole with pressure. Yuria's toes matched, kneading balls while stroking shaft.
Dual footjob... pure honor. Overjoyed, I fingered fiercer.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
Pussies fired up hotter. Their chatter dropped off sharp.
"S-sis, ain't it stuffy all sudden?"
"Yeah. Kinda hot too..."
"Gonna hit the balcony quick."
"Huh?"
"Cover me. Watch a sec."
"F-Fox Spirit?!"
"Not cigs—don't get ideas!"
Mi-ryeong hopped up like heading out, but ducked cam and crawled to me. Whispered tiny:
"Hubby... can't hold it. You soaked my pussy... own it."
She spread wide on the floor, hips bucking invite. Thrust home. Labia parted, slurped me deep.
"Ahh... aaaah..."
Mi-ryeong moaned blissed, grinding clockwise on my cock.
Then Yuria shifted. Perched ass on chair edge, groin splayed. Knew the ask—chuckled. Shoved my head under her skirt.
Steamy in there. Ripe arousal thick. Mana eyes pierced dark. Pussy winked inches away, silver pubes quivering on my breath.
Teased slow, then kissed her pussy. Lips met soft labia. Thin, plush, silky. Smooched 'em dancing. Tasted her juices slipping in. Like making out with her cunt proper.
Savoring, I gaped wide and engulfed it. Nose tickled by silver fuzz. Tongue lapped, then plunged the hole.
"Huck...! Ha... s-sudden chills. Catchin' a cold?"
Yuria's fake-calm excuse hit my ears. I slurped relentless. Each suck drew honey—her pussy straight-up Forbidden Fruit, eclipsing Eden.