Chapter 17. Viewers 1587

"...No."

I gave that answer, but my voice came out a beat slower than I expected. Kanju didn't react right away. Instead, he smirked.

"Yeah?" He turned his gaze to the monitor. The chat was still boiling over, the aftershocks of the previous punishment lingering on the screen.

"Alright. Next~"

Kanju clapped lightly to break the flow. The tension on the sofa eased a beat.

"Eunha's punishment done. Game continues." He pushed Jenga back to the center and nodded. "Target is... who~?"

Everyone's eyes naturally shifted.

"Huh?" Mion blinked wide once, then smiled. "Me?"

Chobi pointed at Jenga with her chin. "Trembling hands means lose."

"Ah, don't pressure her."

Even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as Harubi clung to her side trying to distract, the serene Mion was already rolling up her sleeves a bit. Her fingertips moved smoothly to grab the block.

Pop. It came out clean.

"Huh? Success?"

"Too bad."

Harubi grumbled pointlessly. Kanju shook his head with a laugh, and Mion placed the block on top, thought for a moment, then said, "Hmm, then this time, I'll volunteer one myself."

"Eh?"

"What, why?"

Mion just smiled and shook her upper body lightly instead of answering. "Isn't it hot? This knit."

The chat reacted instantly.

Mion slowly peeled off her knit as if mindful of the camera, folding it neatly beside the sofa. No exaggerated moves, but her pretty figure in just underwear stood out even more in her leisure.

"This should refresh the vibe, right?"

"Whoa, check Mion's chill."

Harubi clapped at Kanju's words. "Sis is sneaky good at this."

Chobi said curtly, "Pro."

Kanju chuckled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠watching her. "Hey, then should I do one too?" He playfully thrust his hips. "Keep pants on... maybe just drop the panties?"

"You're insane?"

"Get lost."

"Don't cross the line~"

The three girls tackled him at once, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Kanju raised his hands laughing. "Joke, joke."

Then he looked down at his feet. "Then this much." He slipped off one sock and dangled it. "Aing. Undress complete."

The mood loosened once ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more. Laughter circled, tension melted, and the stream returned to its game face. In the meantime, I straightened my knees with hands a bit less stiff than before. My heart still raced, but I wasn't being dragged along anymore.

Kanju tapped Jenga again. "Alright, for real now, let's keep going."

"Next is..." His gaze slowly swung back. "Chobi?"

Jenga was restacked. "Go— continuing."

Kanju drummed the table. "Gonna speed it up this round. Breaks kill the fun."

First block: Chobi. Pop. Precarious, but held.

Mion careful but precise: success.

Harubi shook it on purpose pulling out, then grinned. "Isn't this scarier?"

Screech— True to her playful style, the tower wobbled in the brief slip, but somehow balanced and stopped.

And back to me. I stared at the block silently. My fingertips burned hotter than before. The previous punishment, the stares, the words. Exposing my tits—it all still lingered in my body.

'It's fine. Slow this time.'

I reached out. Pop. Started smooth. A bit more, screech— the tower shook.

"Oh."

Someone sucked in breath. "Wah—"

And the finisher: Kanju's low voice from beside me. I tried to stop—

Clatter.

Too late. One block slipped, center collapsed, domino effect. Wood scattered across the table.

"Ahahaha~!!"

"Eunha got perfectly sabotaged!"

"It was about to fall anyway."

I pulled back my rigid hand. "Ugh...!" Glancing back at him with budding resentment toward my near-idol, Kanju smiled slowly.

"Alright." He glanced at the fallen tower, then me. "Loser this round~ Eunha!"

With the chat flooding, even cries of match-fixing wouldn't save me now. Mion had even stripped voluntarily to hype things up.

"Punishment."

Kanju said it lightly on purpose. "Same level as before!"

Harubi laughed. "See? On purpose, right?"

"Obvious?"

His quick reply didn't help. Same level as the white lace bra beside me? Only my soaked panties left.

I reflexively pressed my knees together. The skirt felt less reassuring, more like a delay tactic.

"...Same level then."

The words slipped from my mouth first. I was surprised too. Not running, but negotiating terms.

Kanju looked at me. Slower, not broadcaster eyes. "Don't worry."

He added lightly on purpose. "It's under the skirt."

Not just me—the words sounded riskier to everyone. Harubi swallowed a laugh.

The skirt hem tugged slightly, the damp sensation inside sharpening. '...It's visible though.'

My hand paused over the skirt. Monitor once, camera once. Everyone watching.

Sliding my hand under the skirt was quieter than expected. Fabric barely whispered, inaudible to the mic.

"Uh..." My swallowed breath was stark naked.

Mion straightened watching the monitor; Chobi tilted her head ever so slightly. Camera unmoving.

Sticky fabric slid, pressure clinging then releasing. Lingering heat flared at the slightest motion.

'Don't wanna show it...'

No. 'I wanna show it.'

Kanju said nothing on purpose. Just glanced at the monitor and smirked. The top streamer's instincts nailed the viral angle.

White lace panties hooked out between black skirt and stockings.

The gooey slickness inside wasn't my secret alone anymore. "Ahem." Even tucked bra-side like hiding, the man used to women caught the unique scent and twitched a brow.

...Did the camera catch it? Face burning red, I sat back on the sofa in outer clothes only, underwear swapped.

"Liar, aren't you, Eunha?"

Kanju's voice from beside, not even looking. Shame and embarrassment morphing to arousal, I pretended not to hear and stared ahead.

Jenga spun a few more rounds. The female streamers on the sofa now down to underwear. Laughing it off casually, but the vibe heated up.

"Alright~ Eunha's turn again?"

Chat erupted at Kanju's words.

My fingertips hovered over the top block, encircling the aimless Jenga. Unstable—one nudge from collapse. Knowing that, my hand still touched a block.

'...Can I afford to fail?'

'...Or do I have to, to climb higher?'

Tap.

Kanju's lip curled. "Aah— you got it, Eunha."

His gaze stayed light and suave, MC style. "Punishment is..." He scanned chat playfully. "Hmm... oh, this. Kinda, off-limits for stream, beep—"

Kanju scratched his head on purpose. "Instead... how 'bout this?"

A staffer appeared with a small box. Kanju took the black case, tilted it to camera: pop, bunny girl outfit inside. Deep cleavage cut, empty-back T-back, over-knee socks.

"Whaddya think, folks. Big thumbs up?"

Monitor top-right: numbers spiked again.

...Viewership broke 1,500 already.