Chapter 16: Viewers 1438

Just then, as the door clicked shut behind me, footsteps approached.

"Sorry, the call ran long. My bad, my bad."

It was Kanju. They all laughed like nothing had happened.

"Checked it out~ It's real~"

'Why, why would you check that!'

Embarrassed to my fingertips, I cautiously buttoned the blouse over my knee one more time. It was already fastened, but I fiddled with it anyway. Kanju chuckled. I caught the meaning behind that laugh too late.

Before the air from moments ago could settle, he stood in front of the sofa with a face like everything was normal. Harubi leaned against me playfully, Mion stretched her back, and Chobi smoothed her hair—but I stayed frozen. Moving would only make it more obvious.

"Alright, straight into part two."

With those words—

Click.

The red light by the camera flicked back on. LIVE.

Unlike just moments ago when it had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only been audio, the monitor switched, and chat exploded.

I caught my breath on reflex and glanced at the lens. Same spot, same angle as before. But my body felt completely different. Between my legs... it wasn't just itchy anymore—it was throbbing.

"Everyone been waiting, right?"

Kanju's smooth broadcaster tone rose effortlessly, ignoring it all. "For part two, we're switching it up a bit."

Harubi's eyes sparkled as she chimed in. "Ooh~ What now~?"

Kanju set a wooden block box on the table with a thud. "So..." He grinned. "How about a round of 19+ Jenga?"

Chats flooded with laughs and cheers, eyes narrowing in amusement as they scanned the monitor.

"Rules are simple. Whoever topples it gets the penalty."

"Again with that?" Harubi laughed, but her body was already leaning forward.

Kanju smoothly shoved the Jenga tower to the center amid her grumbling. "What's the penalty?"

Chobi asked curtly from a bit away.

"Hmm... alright, viewers, hit us with suggestions!"

The chat froze for a split second—then exploded again.

Options flew up fast, but one word started dominating, overwriting everything.

Text overlapped, the same word scrolling in a frenzy. Undress. Undress. Undress.

Kanju glanced at the monitor, then deliberately played dumb, suppressing a laugh. "Whoa, whoa, what're you gonna do if you strip me? Ahh~!"

He clutched at his collar like a chaste maiden, and Harubi burst out laughing, clapping. "Ah~ You crazy bastard!"

The three of them flowed with it naturally, like old pros. Kanju wrapped it up. "Alright then, let's start~"

After some bickering, first turn went to Harubi. She easily pulled a block. "Stuff like this, shaky hands lose~"

Success. Chobi and Mion passed smoothly too. Then my turn.

The moment I gripped the block, my fingers felt hypersensitive. Maybe from the lingering heat, but even the wood's grain was vivid.

Pop. It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shifted slightly.

"Nice and slow~"

Kanju's voice came right beside me. "Hurry and it topples."

His advice didn't sound like just game talk.

'Lose and strip, strip!'

I steadied my breath, carefully easing the block out. Screech. The sound was louder than expected. But after 1, 2, 3 seconds of counting, the penalty hit Harubi several turns later.

"Hey~ What? Me first round?"

She laughed it off expertly, slipping off her shawl to bare her shoulders in a camisole, angling her slim frame to emphasize it.

Next Chobi, then Mion. The Jenga spun smoothly amid laughing women. In this overly natural space, only I—hypersensitive—kept my gaze down quietly.

The blocks at my feet pushed forward. "...M-my turn, right?"

My hand trembled slightly. Something jolted through the block I gripped.

Tap, tap, tap, tap... The monitor wasn't squares of light anymore—it was pure explosion sounds.

"...Ah, eek—!"

Nicknames poured in at breakneck speed—familiar ones, new IDs—all aimed straight at me.

"Haa..."

As I performed the penalty, a wave of urgency hit me; I raised a hand to fasten my collar. I'd only gently tugged the blouse—slightly agape from my chest before stripping—closed with my fingertips, but—

My breath quickened. Lips parted slightly without a smile, chest heaved without moving.

I quickly glanced behind the sofa. If I turned my back to strip, no one would see directly—at least for a second. As I shifted to do just that—

"Huh?"

Harubi noticed instantly. "Where you going?"

Mion smiled softly. "Do it here. Everyone's watching."

Chobi added curtly. "Woo~"

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That single syllable set the monitor ablaze.

"C-can't I...?"

Under their silent refusal, I slowly stepped back to the sofa front. Tension gripped between my legs, but I crossed them naturally.

"It's stockings though..."

"Oh? Right. If outer clothes are too much, how about those?"

Kanju, who'd been watching, continued. "Keep the blouse on, just inside."

He didn't finish. No need to.

My hand, trailing slowly along ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my thigh, paused over the black stockings.

Today... it's the blouse. Harubi caught it.

"Huh? She's hesitating."

Mion smiled subtly. "Oh, she could pull off pretending not to strip?"

Chobi, arms crossed. "Don't wanna? Then don't."

That pushed me instead. Chat was already in a frenzy.

I took a breath, then twisted my body slightly. "Then..."

Turning my back to the camera, I undid the buttons—one, two—silently.

Just the fabric loosening sent heat racing up my spine. Voices from behind.

"Ooh—"

"Oh my, oh my."

I stripped the blouse off quickly, figuring it'd be less embarrassing. But as all eyes turned to me, I knew that was wrong.

"Oh, shit..."

"Kanju, need cover?"

I couldn't fully set the blouse down, clutching it awkwardly and draping it over the sofa for a moment. ...Thank god my flushed, messed-up face wasn't on camera.

Reaching back, my fingers fumbled awkwardly out of sight. Missed once. Then a faint metallic click cut the air.

Snap.

My bare tits spilled out, jiggling freely. A brief silence beside me, then presences so intense I didn't need to look to know their faces.

"Fuck... you guys didn't see? I got the full view."

"Hers perked up, stood right up."

Short electronic pings rang from the monitor.

I set the white lace bra on the sofa and pulled the blouse back up. My hands wouldn't obey—one button fumbled, undone and redone. The empty audio filled with sex jokes mid-penalty.

"Hahaha! Guys think anything big is D-cup."

"Mion unnie's like D-cup? Eunha's, whoa..."

"Big's no good, just heavy."

Harubi pressed her lips with her hand to stifle laughs; Chobi tossed her head back once, then spat curtly. I clutched the blouse hem with both hands, silent. Hot, sticky fluid... seeping into my panties.

...Showing this body directly to someone—not through a camera—was a first.

Kanju, mingling with the others, leaned back laughing. Then, soft enough for only me: "Eunha, you wet right now?"