Chapter 91: An Internet Broadcast Gone Too Far (6)
Chapter 91: An Internet Broadcast Gone Too Far (6)
Just as I expected, the part-timer stood there stiffly, unable to react. He looked like someone out of Greek mythology who had locked eyes with Medusa and turned to stone.
"U-Um..."
He could only point a trembling finger toward the condoms.
I had unzipped my jacket acting like a crazy person, but seeing the part-timer's expression made me feel embarrassed in turn. To think I’d just shown my naked body to a total stranger.
Actually, this was something that had happened several times during my defeat plays. Showing off my naked body was whatever. The problem was that my opponents were always the type who tried to overpower me, break me, and then fuck me.
But this time was different. He wasn't very... masculine, so to speak. The sight of this mild-mannered young man—who looked like he lacked the courage to pounce on a defenseless female—staring at me with panicked eyes felt strangely piercing.
"T-Thank you...!"
He definitely thinks I'm a lunatic. Looking at the situation, forget waiting for him to jump me; I should be grateful if he doesn't report me to the police. I’d be lucky if he just considered it a one-time eye-candy treat and let it go.
I grabbed the condoms, pulled my jacket shut, and hurried out of the convenience store. I figured staying there any longer wouldn't do me any good.
Wait, why did I grab so many...!
I only needed one, but I’d pointlessly grabbed an armful, and now my pockets were bulging. It was a bit of a blunder. However, there was one more mistake I hadn't anticipated.
Ding-dong!
"Excuse me, miss!"
As soon as I rushed out with the condoms, I heard the door open behind me, followed immediately by the part-timer's voice.
Did he have a change of heart? Did his gentle personality vanish, replaced by a surging male instinct? Well, after seeing a body like that, it would be a shame to just let it walk away...
"You didn't pay."
"Oh."
I had to return to the counter for a moment. I finished the transaction while facing the part-timer, who already knew I was a pervert wandering around in nothing but a long puffer jacket, before I could finally leave the store.
"...Please come again."
At the very end, I heard a lingering, regretful voice behind me, but I didn't pay it any mind. An opportunity to claim a female like me doesn't come often. The convenience store part-timer simply failed to seize it.
Shall I go find someone who can seize it?
I had someone in mind. Conveniently, one of the candidates was typing in the chat right now.
[Invisible: Mission failed. You have to do the penalty... right?]
I still couldn't tell if this person was an immature, loser-ish rich kid or just a wealthy man with a bizarre hobby of sponsoring adult broadcasts.
*
"A penalty, huh."
After leaving the convenience store, I walked aimlessly wherever my feet led me. The surrounding area was a bustling nightlife district, even late at night, filled with bars, drunks, and the smell of alcohol.
For a pervert wearing nothing but a long puffer jacket to walk down a street like this was pure madness. It was no different from a gazelle wandering alone through a savanna full of predators. I was prey frolicking in front of hungry hunters.
I have to keep going like this...
But because of the chat, I had no choice. The viewers' sentiment was that I had to pass through this flashy, neon-lit street and reach a quiet park to perform an additional mission there.
Since the mission failed, I had to do a replacement mission. And since there was a blunder during the performance, a penalty was added as a bonus. This was the majority opinion, and I submissively followed it.
"Alright. I'll do whatever you guys tell me to... so please don't fight."
If the person who set the mission, the viewer 'Invisible,' had insisted that I didn't need to do an extra one, the viewers would have quieted down. But he seemed to agree with the public sentiment.
Invisible, who usually dropped 100,000 won every time he spoke, was now using regular chat. But I didn't think he had run out of money.
There was a meaning behind him using free chat instead of a donation. I could see through it at a glance.
Is he planning to stop giving me money if I keep disappointing him like this?
His timing for cutting off the support was exquisite. Not only did he have a long history with internet broadcast donations, but he also seemed to have plenty of experience taming women with money.
Of course, I'm not a woman who can be tamed by money alone. If the richest man in the world came to me and begged me to marry him, offering his entire fortune, I wouldn't hesitate for a second to refuse.
I earn enough to live well on my own.
But that doesn't mean the act of trying to buy me with money is wrong. The problem was the attitude of "I'll give you money, so please date me." That makes the man look pathetic, not me.
I loathe that.
In a way, I was a woman who could be easily tamed if the approach of "buying" me was adjusted slightly. The amount of money wasn't what mattered. For example, what if he changed direction and threw the price of a common onahole at me, saying my carefully maintained body was worth less than a toy?
"...♡"
I didn't even need to think about it. I would surely prostrate myself in a dogeza as a sign of submission and declare my defeat immediately.
That was my nature. So, I had to keep watching this viewer named Invisible. I wouldn't know what his method of "seducing a woman with money" was until I met him in person.
Based on what I've seen so far, he seems like a man who fits my taste, though.
Still, I didn't get my hopes up. Perhaps because I’d just seen that convenience store part-timer, I had become a bit more cold-headed. In reality, it's normal for ordinary people to react like that.
To desire a woman as difficult to handle as me, a man has to be extraordinary himself. That's why I usually sought out atrocious villains to be victimized by. They were already people who existed outside the bounds of common sense.
"Hey, little lady... hic! Want to come have a drink with us?"
"Mister will pay for everything, okay? If you give us a pretty smile, I'll even give you some pocket money, hehehe."
"...Sigh."
The groping old men who often appear around bars are the same. Their courage was just bolstered by alcohol; they all have normal jobs and families. They are incredibly common-sense people.
If I showed even a glimpse of my bitchiness, they would surely be as flustered as that part-timer. There was no need to even test it, so I just flipped them off.
"Piss off."
"W-Why, you little bitch!"
"I was being nice, and you don't even know how to respect your elders..."
"Fuck, girls these days have no manners. Is that even a woman?"
I wanted to ignore them and just keep going, but the chat was flooded with demands to "teach those old men a lesson." I didn't miss the chance to pull up the public sentiment that had hit rock bottom after the mission failure.
"See? I'm a woman, right?"
I turned my back to the old men, rolled up my puffer jacket, and thrust my hips out. When I spread my plump buttocks and showed them my pussy, glistening with lewd fluids, even the harassing old men were lost for words.
"This pussy is reserved for alpha males, so don't you dare run your mouths."
As a service to the viewers, I deliberately used vulgar and filthy words to provoke them. I immediately trotted away afterward, but I didn't hear any footsteps following me.
Had the public sentiment recovered a bit? Seeing the chat pouring in, the corners of my mouth twitched slightly.
"Whatever. I'm not a semen urinal... at least not yet."
Anyway, the old men's reactions didn't deviate an inch from my expectations. At this rate, was there even any point to outdoor exhibitionism?
I should be trembling with the tension of not knowing when or how I might get fucked for wandering around like a pervert, but I’d realized that even if I was caught by ordinary people, nothing would happen.
To put it bluntly, I wondered if there was even a single ordinary man who would actually pull out his cock if I ran up and hugged him while completely naked. Common sense dictates that a woman like me wouldn't do that, so they’d obviously be suspicious first.
Whether it's STDs or false accusations... it's the world's fault, really.
If this were the old days, they would have just thanked their lucky stars and fucked me, but in the modern era where there's so much to consider, it was hard for a man to do that. Just today, I could see that there weren't many men whose brains were entirely ruled by their dicks.
"Ah, I've arrived at the park."
The park at night was very sparsely populated. It was so deserted it was almost creepy. The sound of the wind was so loud it felt less like outdoor exposure and more like a test of courage.
"What's the mission I have to do here?"
Since the dinner date with Invisible would likely be pushed to the next broadcast, this would be the end of today's outdoor stream. Since I failed the previous mission, I had to perform a replacement mission here. Along with a terrifying penalty.
[Invisible has donated 10,000 won!]
[The mission is simple: just masturbate anywhere in the park.]
My face lit up. It wasn't because the mission was easy. I was excited because Invisible had started donating again, even if it wasn't his usual 100,000 won.
I don't care about the money itself. But right now, I'm playing the concept of a fallen, lewd cam-streamer. I have to immerse myself in the situation. It's only natural to smile when the "Chairman" who stopped supporting starts giving again.
However, the smile on my face vanished the moment I heard the penalty.
[Invisible has donated 10,000 won!]
[But, take off the puffer jacket and be completely naked. That's the penalty.]
In outdoor masturbation, the presence or absence of a jacket is huge. Even in a crisis where I might get caught, I can act like nothing happened just by zipping up the jacket.
If I'm wearing a jacket, I can avoid danger by zipping it up, but if I'm undeniably, perfectly naked, there's no clothing to hide my body. I would have to avoid the other person's line of sight and hide behind an obstacle.
Naturally, zipping up a jacket is much easier than finding an obstacle and avoiding someone's gaze.
Unlike having to find an obstacle large enough to hide my body, accelerating instantly without making a sound to hide, and holding my breath until the person leaves—with a jacket, it's just a zip and you're done.
Invisible's over-the-top mission and penalty. And the chats that were threatening me just a moment ago, saying I absolutely had to do the mission with the penalty, were now trying to scare me just as I was about to start. It was enough to drive me crazy.
"U-Um, Mr. Invisible. Would you... would you mind reconsidering just once...?"
I spoke in a weak, trembling voice just in case, but there was no answer. Not only was there no donation, but even in the chat that was scrolling down at lightning speed, there were no messages with Invisible's nickname.
...As expected, he's different.
I hadn't even seen his face, but I could feel it. He was different from ordinary men like the convenience store part-timer or those harassing old men. This person was far, far outside the bounds of common sense, just like me.
A person who enjoys toy with a woman from the shadows, even though he clearly has the power to do more...
For a moment, someone came to mind, but right now, my brain wasn't working properly, overstimulated by the mission Invisible had given me.
Five minutes later, I stepped out of the park's public restroom after leaving my long puffer jacket behind. I walked out hesitantly, my naked body revealing my pink nipples, my luscious buttocks, and my hairless pussy exactly as they were.
"T-Ta-da... ♡ This is... Lople's n-naked body... that you all wanted... He, hehe... ♡"
Whether I would succeed in the mission here and end the broadcast.
Or whether it would forcibly lead into an unscheduled Part 2.
That was a future that even I didn't know yet.