Chapter 12: 510 Viewers
The chat exploded a beat late after spotting the bra on the desk.
I pressed my lips to stifle a laugh, but it slipped out softly.
"Mm..."
My gaze unconsciously dropped downward for a split second before snapping back to the camera. That tiny motion set the chat off again.
"Weird, right...?"
I trailed off, deliberately not covering anything. I chose to leave it as is—no tidying, no hiding.
Donation alerts overlapped in a chime frenzy. Short phrases, emojis, veiled words. I glanced at one side of the screen. Viewer count kept climbing relentlessly. 451. Seeing the number tick up made the corner of my mouth twitch ever so slightly.
This is it. The right answer.
I steadied my breath and leaned back deeply into the chair.
"You guys like this stuff, right."
The chat slowed oddly at those words.
I slowly rose, propping my chin and leaning slightly toward the desk. My breasts naturally pressed against the desk edge beneath the white tee.
The playful comments from before had shifted to short, simple, breathless phrases.
The weight of my breasts on the desk stretched the tee taut naturally. With each inhale, they rose; with each exhale, they pressed back down in rhythm.
I pressed my lips lightly, holding back a smile. Then, as if sitting in the midst of them, I crossed my legs seductively in the empty room. The cool fabric against my crotch felt strange.
"If you like it... I'm good."
Said playfully, but those words lit the fuse.
As the chat sped up, I couldn't stay properly seated. A pulling sensation downward. My thighs tensed and relaxed repeatedly from the unfamiliarity even when still. Just breasts on the desk, yet my center of gravity wobbled subtly. The more I tried to steady my breath, the more ragged it got.
On one side of the camera angle, the bra sat on the desk, my body entrusted to a single tee. Readable chats were buried under donations now. Speed buried general chat; money's value was just that. People knew and piled on cash accordingly.
Pambabam!
[Anonymous] 50,000 won
Grab a hairpin with your nipples.
A brief silence. I propped my elbows on the chair arms, still chin-resting, eyes on the screen. The white tee pulled taut under the light, standing out more.
"No hairpin though..."
A tiny laugh caught at the end.
Pambabam!
[Nick_OnlyYou] 100,000 won
Then just pretend to grab.
Totaling 150,000 won. 150,000 won. Even after fees on intake, that was money I couldn't scrape in 8 hours of a day's lowest wage. I glanced down briefly, then back to the camera, steadying my breath. My hand was already lightly gripping the front hem of the white tee.
Instead of the protruding bra, my protruding breasts—my narrowing hand covered the front, then pinched just the nipple upward.
I smoothed my furrowed expression to stifle an emerging moan and looked ahead. The chat showed no signs of stopping. That brief motion lingered longer than expected.
I eyed the screen and tilted my head.
"Put what... on?"
Glancing around the desk, I picked up a handy ballpoint pen.
"Like this?"
The chat erupted again.
I held the pen upright, glanced at the camera, then cautiously brought it to my chest. Not quite touching. Teasing like I might place it.
"...It'll fall."
Conditions Met Confirmed.
— Live Viewers: 500 Reached
— Adult Broadcast Classification: Maintained
— Interaction Density: Exceeds Threshold
Main Trigger Activated.
As if trying to pull my lust-dazed gaze away, a small alert popped up with the system window in red text.
"...Huh."
A short breath escaped. 510 viewers. An indescribable sensation seeped in more naturally than expected.
Thump.
[Anonymous] 300,000 won
Mission?
A single short word. I stared at the screen, then nodded slowly.
"...A mission?"
It was a question, but not refusal. More like confirmation.
Me, trapped in the old mold, taking missions. Another alert chimed over immediately.
[Anonymous] 500,000 won
Grind nipples with pen till they poke.
The chat exploded.
This platform, encouraging adult streams with separate tabs and 19+ tags, wouldn't stop me now.
Thump, thump.
Rising external reaction acceptance applies pleasure correction.
Thump, thump, thump.
Only fanfares and my heartbeat filled the room now.
[Anonymous] 1,000,000 won
Next mission reserved. Nod to continue.
Massive sums detonated with commands, and I loved obeying.
Feels... good stuff. Let's do it.
Nod.
The areola shape was already somewhat visible under the white tee, nipples pulled taut and forward from earlier fingering, throbbing dully. Just imagining the cold pen tip brushing made my insides heat first.
...As the pen tip neared, my skin reacted first. Nothing had happened yet, but in front of everyone, imagination alone had that spot hypersensitive.
The pen flicked the nipple—short, electric, breath cut.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the sound twisted out first.
"Ah♡..."
Flick up again—black, long hair cascaded forward. My aroused body was uncontrollable. Pale, massive tits helplessly jiggled and toyed with by the pen inside the white tee.
"Ang♡, aaang♡...!"
Coquettish moans filled the room. Chats poured in relentlessly amid it, my joy only growing. Until one side swelled puffy and bulged forward, I didn't stop shaking the pen tip up and down, tormenting the nipple.
Crossed legs uncrossed; panties overflowed, wetness trickling to my ass.
"Ah, haa♡..."
Someone craving masturbation for big bucks—the me on camera wore a dangerous bitch's face.