Chapter 18. Viewers 1859
Kanju silently scanned the chat for a moment.
"Whoa, look at the public sentiment." He looked up and pointed to the top right of the monitor. The number was still climbing, showing no signs of slowing down.
Kanju slid the case toward me. Clack—the sound rang clearly as it touched my hand.
"Eunha."
He called my name. "This."
I gazed down at the case now in my grasp. Black fabric, deeply plunging lines, straps so thin they were absurd. In the corner of my vision hung the underwear I'd stripped off earlier. The lingering heat deep inside my skirt... and the camera. I stared straight at it. The lens I'd dodged now and then until this point.
This... is a live broadcast. A spot I'd chosen to enter myself. People had gathered because they wanted to see. If I bolted from here... I might never hit numbers like this again.
"I'll go change."
The words had barely left my mouth when the chat exploded.
Kanju burst out laughing right away. "Okay." He clapped once. "Camera stays on, then."
He beckoned the staff with a wave. "Eunha, that way." He added it on purpose. "Our viewers~ You guys are pros at waiting, right?"
The camera's red light stayed lit. Clutching the black case, I rose from my seat.
"Changing room's over there," the staff said flatly, gesturing.
The other performers kept laughing and chatting as I hugged the box and slipped away slowly. The door's click echoed louder than expected.
The broadcast noise cut off in an instant, leaving a ringing in my ears. The narrow dressing room was quieter than I'd imagined, with a small mirror on one side. Hangers overflowed with Kanju's generous clothes, but my hands held just the one thing.
I opened the case. The black fabric lay folded inside. Up close, it looked even thinner, lighter than on camera.
Wear... this?
I held it against my body and glanced at the mirror. My hair was a bit mussed, my face still flushed.
Bunny girl. A deep back cut, structure that plumped and emphasized my breasts. The lower half was basically bare skin.
The sight made me smile without thinking. I'd never pictured a day I'd wear this on stream.
But if I step out in it... They'll all love it.
My fingers moved.
Changing didn't take long. My body adjusted to the unfamiliar outfit faster than my mind did.
The woman in the mirror wore an expression I'd never seen before. My massive breasts made even my areolas peek out subtly—no mere flesh spillover.
"Bet it'll turn 'em on..." Words I'd never whispered to myself.
Faint laughter filtered from beyond the door. "Eunha, let us know when you're ready~"
Staff voice—somewhere between broadcast cheer and casual.
I drew a short breath instead of answering. The me in the mirror looked undeniably different now.
...It's okay. No one ordered this. No one dragged me here. I chose it.
I eyed myself once more, carefully adjusting the outfit to hug my curves. As the fabric settled, the outside noise sharpened again—chat buzz, laughter, expectant vibe.
At the door, my hand gripped the knob, tensing briefly.
...Then.
"I'm ready."
My voice came out calmer than expected. I felt the staff's eyes on my ass.
The door swung open—lights hit first, then the familiar sofa, table, and camera. I took a step, flinching at my unexpectedly loud footfalls, then said, "...Hi everyone."
To dodge awkwardness, I waved boldly and smiled—the expression I'd practiced before coming.
Sitting beside Kanju, the white lace clumps between us spilled toward his side.
The numbers spiked once more. Top right of the monitor: 1,700... 1,800.
Kanju paused, eyes flicking between the monitor and me—
"Alright." He clapped. "Everyone, this is..."
He cut off on purpose, grinning. "The power of true hidden talents."
Kanju grinned at the monitor. "Next up: viewer random questions."
Harubi, practically co-MC, flashed a V-sign with both hands. "I'll filter the spicy ones moderately~"
But the chat was already blasting through.
"Questions in order?"
"Sure. When'd you last wash the panties you're wearing?"
Harubi froze mid-read. "Hold up."
She tucked her glossy brown hair behind her ear for no reason. "Hmm~ Day before yesterday? Yesterday...?" She trailed off with a smile, that habit of nibbling her nail with her front teeth.
Her cute aegyo filled the screen.
"Good, next~"
"Your secret sensitive spot?"
Mion heard it and cast her eyes down, then lifted her head. "...Hmm."
A brief silence. "...Here."
She gestured vaguely in the air over her upper chest. "Where my heartbeat gets loud."
She licked her lips casually after.
"Who seems the most nervous here?"
Chobi, landing the tame one, turned her head smoothly. Chat griped about who even sent that, but she didn't draw another—just eyed me openly. "Her. Looks like she's got a ton on her mind even sitting still."
"Among us, who seems like they'd be 'wettest down there'?"
Kanju's turn. Arm slung over the sofa back, he laughed heartily and nodded my way. "Eunha gives off that vibe where she'd leak just sitting there."
A take-it-or-leave-it answer, but picking me amid these near-nude stunners felt like a king's decree.
Harubi's subtle elbow nudge clued me in—or the weird vibe might've flown under radar.
"...Recently, ever gotten so lost in fantasy you soaked through from clenching?"
Finger to lips, I nodded. Felt like barely 30 minutes ago, but I'd shown orgasm-like stuff in my solo stream too. Part of me hoped it'd get buried, part wanted it known.
A few more questions flew, answers dropping—chat froze each time, then popped off like fireworks a beat late. Laughter mixed in, hands reaching for water glasses more often, sentences shortening.
Kanju nailed the timing. "Alright." He slapped the table. "Before part 3, lemme eat. Starving fr."
"Eating's just mouth stuff anyway." Harubi flopped back over the sofa. "Even if bellies pop out, just call it cute!"
Her aegyo tantrum—her signature weapon here.
Footsteps pattered from behind soon after. Two staff plunked huge bags and boxes on the table. Thud, clack. Steaming containers, store logos on wrappers.
"Whoa."
Most eyes sparkled. "Mmm~"
Chat surged again.
Kanju caught it. "Leftovers? I'll polish 'em off~"
I eyed the spread, then glanced down at my outfit. ...Like this?
Even with the table blocking, I fidgeted into position amid the casual unpackers—fumbling utensils too.
Unplanned, but my plate, hands, and dipped torso all framed together.
Harubi ripped a wrapper first. "Eat up while we go."
"Questions continue?"
"Duh."
Kanju nodded. "Part 3 rolls on through mukbang."
Top-right number still ticked up after two hours of stream.
"Ah, this smells intense." Harubi and Chobi grabbed chopsticks; Mion poured PPL booze into cups instead of water. "Eunha, this one's spicy. Careful."
"Ah, y-yeah!" Cup in both hands, fingers tensed—my arms lifted naturally, tugging the fabric at my chest.
Kanju waved the bottle for intro, but the aggro was all mine.
He lifted the bottle close to the camera again. "Ah, big bros. Thanks for making this stream possible."
Familiar reactions rolled in. Kanju glanced my way on purpose.
"Ey. Nah, can't do it. Eunha, wanna try some PPL?"