Chapter 1
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Mom's a Star Camgirl, Dad's a Deadbeat Thug
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What do you picture when you think of a "mother"?
The image of her rising early to prepare a warm bowl of soybean paste soup before her son heads off to school?
Or maybe her wrinkled hands gently placing a cool cloth on her sick daughter's forehead, tears streaming down her cheeks in secret?
The silent symbol of devotion, enduring hardship for her children's sake without a single complaint?
That's the kind of mom other people have. Unfortunately, mine was nothing like that.
My mom was a star camgirl.
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Ten o'clock at night.
The time when I, a freshman who'd just started college this year, come home from my part-time job and dive into homework in my room.
Right next door, Mom was working too.
Well... if you could call slathering oil over a skimpy rag of a outfit that showed more skin than fabric, then twisting her hips seductively while begging for Star Balloons "work," then sure, she was working.
"Oh my god, Kang Tae Oppa! You're insane! Ten thousand Star Balloons...!"
"Should I change outfits? What should I wear? Hmm? That one from last time...? Oh, that's way too risky..."
Our family lived in a cramped 15-pyeong two-room officetel due to our tight budget. Mom's sticky, sultry voice from her "broadcast" next door came through the thin plywood wall as clear as if there was no wall at all.
Mom's "broadcast" was what they call a strip cam. Viewers toss Star Balloons at near-naked girls to coax out increasingly lewd reactions or sluttier outfits.
Of course, the more you broadcast, the more viewers get used to the exposure and crave even more intense stuff. It's surprisingly demanding. Talented camgirls—with good banter or gaming skills—try to develop other content to delay ramping up the nudity as long as possible...
But Mom had no talent for that stuff. She wasn't great at talking, and she had no other skills.
So she had no choice but to go all-in on stripping.
"Gasp! Another ten thousand?! You're crazy, Kang Tae Oppa...! Fine, I'll wear it. Give me a sec? I'll go change."
The flimsy plywood wall offered zero soundproofing, transmitting every raw sound from next door.
A huge burst of Star Balloons must've exploded—Mom's excited scream followed.
The screech of a door opening. Rummaging through stuff in the living room.
Mom was probably digging through the pile of clothes in the corner of the living room. Her strip cam had been our family's main income for a while now, so one corner of our already tiny 15-pyeong space was a chaotic mess of broadcast props and boxes.
Even after the living room corner was totally overrun with outfits and costumes for her shows, it still wasn't enough space...
Bang!
"Hold on, Hyun-seong. Mom's just looking for an outfit..."
She'd barge into my room like this sometimes, storing some boxes here too.
"What're you looking for?"
Mom's getup as she poked her head in was a sight. A skin-tight bloomer bottom that was basically panties, topped with a crop gym top that left her whole midriff bare. Her exposed skin glistened with sweat and oil.
Any normal son would've freaked out seeing his mom like that, but I'd seen it plenty, so I just glanced over casually and asked.
"Y'know... that sky-blue bikini..."
"Isn't that one in this box...?"
"Oh, right?"
Mom had no talents. Her broadcast patter was mediocre, she knew zilch about games so she couldn't do gaming streams, and even regular jobs? She lacked patience and any knack for work—couldn't last a month anywhere.
Housework? Disaster. Cooking, laundry, cleaning—she sucked at all of it. Especially organization; just look at those jumbled chaos-boxes of clothes.
"Oh... found it. Thanks!"
The outfit her viewer demanded today with those Star Balloons was the sky-blue bikini she'd worn once before, sparking a massive reaction. Half a year ago maybe? It barely covered more than a palmful—front showed her Y-zone crystal clear, back dug in like a T-back thong, basically naked with her ass fully out.
Why do I know that?
Because the image of Mom in that damn sky-blue bikini, oiled up head to toe, down on all fours like a bitch in heat (back-cat pose or whatever), moaning from her mouth while shaking her hips like she was fucking, went viral online as the "Crazy Soybean Paste Can Seo Na-yeon" meme. It turned her from a nobody camgirl into an overnight sensation. She pulled insane aggro with that one.
"I'll change quick."
I found the outfit for her, and in her rush, she stripped right in front of me, swapping into that palm-sized sky-blue bikini without a care.
I said she had no talents earlier? Actually, there was one thing she had in spades. At 172 cm tall with legs longer and prettier than most models, breasts just the right handful size, a face dripping sex appeal if not quite celebrity-level...
Those were standard for top strip camgirls. But she had one standout talent that crushed the competition.
A ridiculous 43-inch hip measurement. An ass and hips that defied belief.
Even I, her son, couldn't help staring for a second... A true top-tier Korean ass, rare as hell.
"......"
Gulp.
Ignoring me completely, Mom peeled off the bloomers in a flash and slipped into the tiny bikini bottoms. T-back style, so that massive ass jiggled right in my face...
Yeah. No broadcast skills at all, but that one asset made her a supernova in the strip cam world.
Blissfully shameless, she changed in front of her son and headed back to her room—to strip, to beg for Star Balloons.
Unable to hold back like a dog desperate to shit, I gave in. Closed my study tab and logged into Melon TV.
'......'
No one was in the room, but I glanced around anyway, logging in guiltily like I'd done something wrong. Because... America TV was the platform Mom was streaming on right now.
"Exciting Seo Na-yeon." Her room title had that sleazy vibe.
Clicked in.
"Ahh... ahaha... You like? Huh? You fucking bastards...?"
Mom—no, BJ Seo Na-yeon—had her eyes half-lidded, tongue lolling out in a lewd expression, slathered in oil all over. Sitting on the floor facing the camera dead-on, legs spread wide in an M-shape.
She spewed filthy talk at viewers nonstop in that sultry voice, and weirdly, they got even more hyped when she insulted them.
Her sticky hands slipped inside her panties and bra for more oil, making her already pale skin gleam under the lights into pure temptation.
"Fucking hell..."
Hard to believe that's my real mom. If I weren't her son—if I was just some random viewer—I'd 100% think, "Holy shit, what a slutty bitch."
"Oppas, thanks for the Star Balloons...! So grateful, I'll pray for you. Sound good?"
On screen, oiled-up Mom groped herself lewdly, crawled onto the bed, and bowed toward the camera.
Well... calling it a "prayer" was a stretch. More like...
She deliberately struck a doggy-style pose,
"Haa... haang... aaang..."
Arched her back obscenely from that prone position, moaning and shaking just like getting pounded from behind.
Those 43-inch hips and overwhelming ass volume jiggled like jelly or pudding... Straight-up simulated sex, porn on broadcast.
Then she faced the camera straight, stuck her tongue out again, pulling that cheap "I'm cumming" face... At least her babyface didn't scream "thirties auntie"—she looked mid-twenties, so no "desperate milf" jabs.
Which made sense. The age gap between us was just 14 years. I was 19, freshly legal, so she was only 33. Korean age 31. She'd popped me out stupidly young... More like a much older sister than a mom.
'Fuck, I can't take it anymore.'
And I, her son, felt a gnawing guilt but still shoved a hand down my pants watching my ridiculously young mom.
Fuck... fuck.
If I had to make one tiny excuse... The oldest memory I have is of Mom panting under Dad.