Chapter 9. Viewers 132

"Haa..." I let out a breath and was about to sit back down in my chair—

Bam ba ba bam! It rang out again. This time, an anonymous donation of 20,000 won.

"Eh...?" I froze in place. Staring at the monitor, I unconsciously covered my mouth with the back of my hand and let out a laugh. "...You're really something..."

"5 seconds... but no weird comments after." I started to say everyone promise but clamped my mouth shut out of embarrassment. I carefully sat back in the chair and slowly turned my gaze to the camera lens. Straight ahead. Shoulders back, one breath. Just like that, 5 seconds.

...5, 4, 3, 2—1.

The moment it ended, heat surged up from my throat, and I quickly turned my head.

"This is weird, right...?"

Viewers: 63.

"I'm still practicing reactions." Just in case they ask for something weird again. I burst out laughing even as I said it. It felt like someone was gently pushing my back. Unfamiliar, but not unpleasant.

"You guys are all... so weird, seriously."

I waved lightly and said with an inevitable smile, "Gonna play the game. I'm dead right now." Then I moved the mouse again. As I clicked the game restart button, the new chat scrolled by a few more lines.

"Ah, no, really. Next time I'll prepare something. Like a proper reaction... gotta have something."

On the game screen, my character was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slowly wandering the map. I was midway through explaining the channel when the chat suddenly flooded, making me pause.

"Huh?" The questions flowed so fast and naturally, I couldn't pinpoint where to react.

"Ah, that..."

As I started to speak, my hand unconsciously touched the shoulder line of my dress and dropped.

"Just... the outfit's like this." A lame excuse of an answer.

I tried to smile at the screen. Really planning to laugh it off.

"I am wearing a bra. No worries."

I almost added for real at the end, but swallowed it—saying more would just make it worse.

Bam ba ba bam!

"Confirm...?" The word slipped out before I realized and bit my lip.

The chat didn't miss it.

A brief silence. I glanced at my reflection in the cam, then back to the game. My character stood still by the bushes.

"...Wait a sec."

My voice was quiet, but the room's air thickened subtly. Still seated, I briefly adjusted the neckline of my dress. The white strapless bra peeked up above the edge, pushing my crammed-in tits upward, outlining their shape.

"I said I was wearing it."

I acted scolding, but my tone stayed soft. To the viewers, that short line only fueled their imaginations more.

Before I could slip in a word, they were already laughing among themselves, so I tried to stealthily move past it—

"......Huh?" The words blended so naturally into the chat flow. Elbows?

"What does that mean?"

I laughed and started to raise my hands, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠then hesitated. Viewers had climbed a bit more to 132, and seeing myself in the cam preview made me pause.

I sighed quietly. The mood was ripening, timing awkward to stop the flow. In the meantime—

"Seriously, you guys." I gave a small laugh. It felt like hearing an inside joke I wasn't in on.

"Since you sponsored... I'll try real quick."

Glancing down at the cam, I cautiously brought my hands to my chest.

"Ack..."

My breasts got in the way first. Before my hands could touch, the swollen curves blocked my arms inward.

"Is this... that funny?" I said that, but I knew my expression on screen looked a tone more embarrassed than usual. My face flushed red down to my neck under the lights. Trembling, I tried my best not to meet their expectations.

"Euuung..."

That's when a system window popped up on my monitor, and with a "Eek—" I lurched forward. Instinctively bracing on the desk with a thud, my upper body tilted. As I propped with both hands, the dress front gaped subtly along my breast curves. The camera angle caught my neckline, deep collarbone, and—my swollen tits squished fully onto the desk.

No way it made a 'squelch,' but the reactions beyond the screen were even more immediate.

I only felt the desk's cold under my palms.

"Sorry, sorry... I almost fell for real..."

Even as the chat poured in, I still couldn't lift my head when suddenly, like a tiny switch flipped somewhere, a spot on my body heated up out of nowhere without moving.

"......Huh?"

My nipples, just pressed against the desk, still faintly throbbed hot and itchy.

Why, all of a sudden...? A subtle heat seeping through my underwear. Not sweaty anywhere else, but right there, it wouldn't settle.

It had been fine until moments ago. The elbow test, the chat—all crossable lines.

Gulp—

As I shifted, putting strength into my arms, my gaze met the camera lens dead-on. My face under the lights was definitely different now. Eyes slightly glazed, lips parted unknowingly. Tension and embarrassment were there, but overriding it was the sensation of being seen—my body reacting first. ...My body already understood the role.