Chapter 87: Internet Broadcasting That Crosses the Line (2)
Chapter 87: Internet Broadcasting That Crosses the Line (2)
I didn't spend much time agonizing over my streamer nickname. I just kept it simple and swapped the letters of my hero name, Floss, to come up with "Lople."
Since I already knew what kind of content I wanted to do, a webcam was a must. My only real dilemma was whether I should show my face from the very beginning.
'I probably don't need to, right?'
Of course, I’d be streaming in my civilian form as Do Min-jeong, not as Magical Girl Floss, but it still felt a bit risky to put my face out there on the internet for everyone to see.
I handled all official hero business in my magical girl form, and in this civilian form, the only people who really knew me were my family. However, since I had attended university in this form for a short while, there was a chance someone might recognize me.
So, I reached a conclusion. I’d set the cam to show only from the neck down, and just in case, I’d wear a mask to cover the rest. I fixed the camera angle to emphasize my chest.
'Being this meticulous about the setup makes me feel like a total pervert.'
I finished my preparations, packing in every element I could to radiate "female" charm. I’d even done some preliminary research, and the result was a setup that wouldn't lose to any professional female cam streamer.
Of course, I knew my viewership wouldn't explode from the very first broadcast. But when someone is scrolling through the stream list and sees a pair of god-tier mommy milkers like these, they can't help but click.
'I used to be a guy, so I know how it works.'
In a sea of thumbnails filled with game screens or internet browsers, if a massive pair of tits pops up, you’re bound to click as if possessed. It’s just a man’s instinct. I’d been there myself, so I couldn't help but relate.
"Testing, one, two."
I turned the stream on, but naturally, no one joined immediately. In the meantime, I kept the cam on and checked the equipment I’d just bought, making sure nothing was wrong with the settings.
Just then, a couple of chats popped up in quick succession. I thought the thumbnail would be effective, but this was faster than expected. My eyes widened as I quickly pulled the mic closer to my mouth.
"Ah, hello. I’ll be playing games, just chatting, things like that."
Was that too boring? Did my voice tremble too much? All sorts of worries flooded my mind.
'Why am I like this?'
Just a week ago, I was on a national variety show filming with celebrities, and I wasn't nervous then. Why am I shaking now? It’s just a chatroom with a single viewer whose identity I don't even know.
"Ah, your hobby is exploring small streams... So you just got off work?"
There was only one simp in the chat, the type who hunts for female streamers with low viewer counts. While naturally carrying on the conversation with him, I kept going over the plan I’d mapped out in my head.
'I want to do something lewd.'
The whole reason I started this broadcast was to do lewd things. I wanted to show my slutty side to a bunch of strangers and get showered with sexual harassment in the live chat.
But I knew it wouldn't be that easy. This was different from lurking in the Female Hero Gallery.
There’s a massive difference in difficulty between scribbling text or drawings in a secret community where the target of the harassment isn't watching, and directly harassing someone in their own live chat.
It’s even harder when the chat isn't moving so fast that it’s unreadable, but rather at a speed where I can read every single message, like it was now.
'Everyone knows they could get sued if they aren't careful.'
I thought long and hard about how to create an atmosphere where people would feel comfortable saying whatever depraved things they wanted to me—without worrying about lawsuits.
The easiest way would be to say it myself. What if I whined and begged them to say dirty things, promising I’d never report or sue them?
'That’s not hot.'
If I explicitly said I wouldn't sue, the viewers would probably get more suspicious and end up saying nothing at all. More importantly, it just wasn't a very arousing setup.
I had to induce that atmosphere naturally. To do that, someone had to start it.
I couldn't just wait for someone else to take the lead. If you want something badly enough, you have to take action yourself. I didn't need to ask anyone else; I just had to start it with my own hands.
In the meantime, more viewers lured by the thumbnail had joined, and soon there were about ten people in the stream. However, the chat remained perfectly wholesome.
I couldn't hold back any longer. It was time to drop the bomb myself.
I set the broadcast screen to be filled entirely by my cam, then opened an internet browser on a part of the screen the viewers couldn't see.
I logged into the same streaming platform I was currently using. Specifically, my own channel.
The way to drop the bomb was simple. I’d log in with an alt account and send myself a donation—a "donno"—pretending to be someone else.
The message attached to the donation would be sexual harassment that crossed the line by a mile. The other viewers would be shocked, but since I knew it was a self-donation, I wouldn't be flustered at all.
If I reacted to the dirty talk I’d sent myself exactly as planned, the viewers would realize it viscerally: This is a room where it’s okay to sexually harass the streamer.
Then, I wouldn't have to beg them to say lewd things; the atmosphere would create itself. The first step is always the hardest; the second, third, and everything after would be easy.
[User123 donated 1,000 won!]
[Those tits are fucking insane. Can't you make them jiggle once?]
As the donation message I’d written myself played on the stream, the chat froze instantly.
It was exactly the reaction I expected. They all came in here for my chest anyway, yet they were acting so high and dry.
It was endlessly amusing to see them all thinking the same thing while reacting with such "moral gravity" to a vulgar donation. If I hadn't been wearing a mask, they surely would have seen my lips curling into a smirk.
There’s an expression: "Playing the drum and the buk." It perfectly described my situation—doing everything myself. I played dumb, thoroughly hiding the fact that I was the one who sent the donation.
"Wow! Thank you for the first donation!"
I didn't act flustered or shocked. Instead, I reacted more enthusiastically to the donation itself than the message. My reasoning was that even though viewers had joined, this was the very first donation I’d received.
"Huh? T-tits? I didn't really hear the donation message clearly..."
I was a rookie streamer, but I acted even more like a clueless amateur. At that, the chat's reaction turned explosive. It was hard to believe there were only about ten people in there.
Watching the chat turn into a chaotic mess with satisfaction, I finally spoke.
"I know. Tits... you mean my chest, right? Well, since it's the first donation..."
I kept my voice calm and indifferent. I wasn't angry, nor was I trying to pick a fight. With the mindset of someone purely fulfilling a request because they were paid, I grabbed both of my breasts.
...Even if I was the one who donated and the one who received it.
The effect was already starting to show. I hadn't said anything in the chat with my other account after donating, but I could see people starting to get influenced.
"Is this how I'm supposed to do it?"
I decided to drive the nail in. I grabbed my massive breasts with both hands, repeatedly lifting and dropping them, or simply swaying my body to make them jiggle.
I wondered how the viewers felt right now. How did it feel to have these god-tier mommy milkers—the kind you’d want to bury your face in and suck milk from—shaking right in front of them, yet being unable to touch them because they were behind a monitor?
Whether it was for that reason or another, the chat stopped moving for a while, as if they were all stunned. It didn't seem like they were just shocked. If they were truly offended, they would have clicked away, but not a single viewer left while I was jiggling my tits.
'Wait, are they all... putting their hands in their pants...?'
The thought that these dozen or so viewers staring at my chest through their monitors were all using me as masturbation material sent a surge of euphoria through me.
My breath grew ragged and hot, and my face beneath the mask turned bright red. I was simply shaking my own breasts in front of a camera, so I couldn't understand why I felt so humiliated and ashamed.
They probably hadn't finished yet, but perhaps just jiggling my breasts wasn't enough stimulation, because the viewers started chatting again.
'I guess one time wasn't enough.'
I hadn't expected the atmosphere of the chat to flip entirely with just one go. My goal was to create a natural environment for sexual harassment, and this was only the beginning.
"Is it really a 'steal'? I'm just shaking my body a bit. If I'm sitting here taking someone's hard-earned money, I can at least fulfill a small request like this."
I could feel the effect of my donation starting to wane. The chat was drifting toward a more "playful" vibe.
Since I’d decided to be my own hype-man, I had no intention of backing down. I sent another donation.
[I-Know-Nothing donated 1,000 won!]
[I want to see you knead those milk-filled mommy milkers as much as you want and see the shape change between your fingers.]
I continued streaming like this for several days, constantly sending myself donations while changing my alt account's nickname as planned. Fortunately, every time I did, the chat's atmosphere shifted closer to what I wanted.
Even when I was playing games.
[Flo-Something donated 1,000 won!]
[Penalty mission: Pinch your own nipples every time you die.]
"Ah... Ahh...♡ I-I'll do both sides alternately..."
Even during a mukbang.
[Rang-i's Mom donated 1,000 won!]
[Put an Americano on top of those sow-like tits and drink it.]
"Slurp... Gulp... Like this?"
Even during normal chatting.
[M-Girl donated 1,000 won!]
[Spank your own ass and moan so I can jerk off.]
"Haah... Nggh...! Ahh...!!"
I played the concept of a woman who never says no, fulfilling every request. Since I was still the only one sending donations with such over-the-line commands, I was still technically playing both the drum and the buk, but there was a clear change.
I started seeing sexual harassment in the chat—sometimes veiled, sometimes direct—and some even suggested I move to an adult platform.
The viewer count steadily increased. And when people enter a stream and see this kind of atmosphere, they can't help but be assimilated. Naturally, my viewers were all turning into lust demons.
'But why aren't they crossing the line...!'
Yet, I still felt a lingering sense of disappointment. No one was crossing the line as boldly as the donations I sent myself. I could feel them all playing it safe for the sake of their own security.
I was in the middle of wondering how much more I had to do for them to recognize my efforts when...
[Invisible donated 100,000 won!]
[Show us your bare tits and masturbate while rubbing your pink nipples and areolas.]
...Oh.
I didn't send this one.
Which meant...
'I’ve been waiting for you.'
He had finally appeared.
Someone who sent a donation that truly crossed the line.