Streaming
Yoo Jae-min's Side
A cold wind blew through the late autumn afternoon.
My body felt languid. Having just gotten home, I sat on the sofa half-reclined, with no desire to move at all. The forced march of flying back from Japan after only a single night and two days had left fatigue piled deep into every muscle.
And more than anything, that guy last night was the real problem. The way he had tormented me, as if determined to keep me from sleeping even a minute…
"…Ugh…"
I had brushed my teeth several times already today, yet it still felt like that smell was rising back up from inside me. I had no idea how much of his semen I had swallowed yesterday. Looking back, it almost seemed like I had spent the entire night with nothing but his cock in my mouth.
No matter how many times he came, the volume was always enormous; after drinking it a few times I had actually started to feel full. …My lower abdomen and my throat both itched with the memory.
Every morning when I came back to my senses, the first thought was always the same: I got done.
Even now I still could not understand why I had done those things on the train. All the times I had given him paizuri, all the times I had swallowed his load, I had never once imagined I would actually perform real fellatio. Yet the moment he whispered to me in that situation, I found myself unable to refuse.
Once excitement and pleasure numbed my reason, pride and values became nothing more than secondary concerns. Honestly… it had felt too good. Obeying his orders and feeling the praise of his hand made fireworks of pure rapture explode inside my head even while I was choking and suffering, as if I had taken some kind of drug. When those sparks burst and the ashes of pleasure rained down into my chest, everything else buried beneath them simply ceased to matter.
I truly did not hate it. Not while it was happening, and not even now, long after. I could not bring myself to feel that everything he had done to me was something I disliked. Tonight, too, I would knock on his door. If he made the same request, I would obey it again without question.
But that was exactly the problem. Right before we left Japan, while we were killing time in a big general store, he had joked, "Not buying an onahole this time?" Instead of getting angry, the first thing that hit me was sexual arousal from the scene the word itself conjured. Even as I told myself I shouldn't, I found myself browsing the dildos and comparing their sizes to the cock that had been inside my mouth the night before.
…At this rate, if he ordered me to do it, I felt like I would drop into a naked dogeza without a second thought.
I had thought about what the shrine maiden said. Even I knew it sounded strange, yet I did not think this situation was purely bad. If she was right, living this way would give me exactly the freeloading life I had wished for. The only catch was that the method involved clinging to a man named Lee Kang-yeon. The changes to this body were all for the sake of my wish as well—meaning they had been tailored to his tastes.
…I had complained as if I hated it, but honestly, living like this with Kang-yeon did not strike me as a bad life. I would get to keep both this pleasure and this sense of fulfillment. My gut told me I would simply live happily ever after without any real problems or crises.
Even so, at the very least I needed to be able to refuse him. The shrine maiden had said I should find another way to freeload. But did any path that easy really exist in this world? Still, if there was any method at all, only one came to mind.
"…I should start streaming."
"Suddenly?"
Lee Kang-yeon, standing in the kitchen, turned to look at me as he answered. The cold tone—nothing like his usual voice—made me flinch in surprise. When I looked at his face, he seemed… a little angry.
…Those eyes. That was the look. Whenever he gazed at me with those eyes, I became incapable of refusing anything he wanted. Eyes brimming with the desire never to let go of what he held in his hands. Those pupils, thick with possessiveness and monopolizing greed, had my heart completely bound.
"Do you really need to do something like that?"
"…"
It was a simple question, yet I could read the meaning inside it. He had heard every word of the shrine maiden's story beside me, so he already knew my entire situation. This guy… he wanted the future she had foretold to stay on course without deviation.
Why? Did that mean he wanted us to become a real married couple just like this? Did he… like me?
"Euh…♥"
As if answering my thoughts, hot excitement surged up from deep inside. Before it could swallow me whole, I shouted in resistance.
"Y-you told me to stream too!"
Lee Kang-yeon's Side
"Y-you told me to stream too!"
She shouted as if she had been wronged. Me? Tell her to do internet broadcasting? When did I ever…
…Ah. I had, actually. Back when she was still a guy, at the shrine where she made that wish, I had said something like that. Thinking of all the web novels I used to read, I had tossed out:
"Isn't streaming just what you do after you TS? And you said you're Master tier in League. As a guy maybe not, but as a girl that's still a tier people want to watch, right?"
Half of it had been a joke. Back then I never imagined she would actually become a girl, much less that we would end up in a relationship like this.
"You planning to stream League?"
"Y-yeah!"
…Should I stop her? Honestly, I wanted to. I knew exactly why she wanted to start streaming. And if her goal succeeded, it would also mean she was slipping free of my arms. That was a result the current me simply could not accept.
But looking at it another way, would things really go the way she imagined? Did streaming even fit the freeloading future she talked about? Streaming and freeloading meant making enough money just by casually broadcasting and living alone—but was she someone who could actually survive on her own, separated from me?
After thinking it over for a moment, my conclusion was absolute: There is no way.
What would happen if I blocked her here? She would just try to find some other method anyway. In that case, wasn't it better to have her do something I could keep in sight? Something I could control.
"…Fine. Do it."
"Really!?"
"But there are conditions."
"…What are they."
I held up a finger in front of her face.
"First: not a camgirl stream. A gaming stream."
"Obviously!"
"Meaning the main content has to be the game, not your face."
"…I was planning that from the start."
She nodded obediently.
"Second: you start by publicly declaring you're a married woman."
"What the fuck!?"
She stared at me with eyes that said this was completely insane.
"Why the hell would I be a married woman!"
"My wife is a married woman, isn't she?"
"No, shit…"
"And you're going to keep streaming from this house anyway, right?"
"…"
"I'm going to be right here walking around in plain sight. If you try to hide it and get caught later, you'll just crash and burn even harder."
"Ugh…"
"If you don't like it, go no-cam."
"What?"
"If you hate it, no camera. Showing your face is also banned. At least if the cam stays off, there's no chance of me wandering into frame, and you'll still have an excuse."
"…"
Had she felt the dark possessiveness in me? Her face as she glared at me was bright red. I knew full well that imposing conditions like these was unreasonable. Who was I to restrict her actions? Yet she neither refused nor voiced any real complaint. Both of us understood that this conversation was a critical moment that could decide our future.
"Th-then…"
"Hm?"
"You draw the art for me."
"Art?"
"If I'm going no-cam I still need some kind of picture panel up, right? Character art and the thumbnail—both of them. You draw them."
"…"
So she had chosen the no-cam route. I had hoped she would pick the option of announcing she was married. Or maybe she simply did not have the courage to turn the camera on yet? Well, for a pure gaming stream, starting with the cam on was rarer anyway. Her looks had apparently given me a preconceived notion that of course she would stream with her face showing.
But drawings, huh. Well, something like that I could draw as much as she wanted. If anything, taking on chat-manager duties myself would probably make me feel more at ease.
"Alright. We'll do it that way."
"…You're really okay with this, right?"
Even after I said it was fine, she was now the one watching my expression carefully. …I was in a bad mood, that much was true, but had it shown that clearly?
"It's fine. So, by when do you need them? Any specific requests?"
"…Not yet. I only just thought of it, so nothing's decided."
"Got it."
So it wasn't urgent. Knowing how lazy she was, if this was her reaction it would probably be next week or the week after before she even said another word about it. I nodded and walked straight over to stand in front of her.
"…What?"
"Suck me off."
"…Out of nowhere?"
"I can tell you're already in heat right now. C'mon, hurry up."
"…Euh…♥"
Just as she always relieved stress through sex with me, I figured I might as well do the same. Feeling her soft hands pull my cock free from my pants, I was already thinking to myself.
Once she started streaming… what kind of pranks should I pull?