Chapter 80
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: A-Young's Meteoric Rise
-----------------------------------------------------------------
- Invested 20 million won and made over 11 million in profit. A whopping 50% gain!
- Hehe, the streams are killing it, YouTube's blowing up, investments are paying off big time. Feeling on top of the world!
After hitting Master tier, Choi A-young's growth exploded into overdrive.
She was dominating even against high-tier opponents with her overwhelming talent.
Viewers couldn't help but be captivated by her incredible skills.
Mentions of her on the galleries skyrocketed.
Average viewers: 300.
Net profit: Over 1 million won.
Monthly earnings now topped 20 million won.
YouTube subscribers: 30,840.
Average views: Around 50,000.
Monthly earnings: Over 2.5 million won.
That meant at least 5 million won was coming Jin-seong's way.
Five million won.
Back at the factory, his monthly salary hadn't even hit 3 million. This was over a 40% income boost.
'Five million...?'
It felt great. Heartwarming. Pure bliss.
He hoped A-young would soar even higher. Not 23 million in earnings, but 50 million or more.
A-young succeeds → Earnings rise → Jin-seong's cut grows → Win-win for everyone.
- But, oppa, there's something I wanna discuss.
Discuss? What about?
He tilted his head in confusion.
- Some viewers are asking me to proxy for them.
- One's offering 500,000 won per game, another's 300,000.
- And I've got ad offers for a computer and a chair, but not sure if I should take them.
Jin-seong stroked his chin.
"Hmm..."
He pondered deeply.
'Proxy, huh...?'
LoL proxying.
Where experts get paid to log into low-tier accounts and boost them to high tiers.
He'd heard top players were raking in millions, even tens of millions a month from it.
"Well... Your job is all about being in the public eye, right? You live off people's attention."
- Yeah?
"Look at celebrities. They get massive praise for good deeds, but brutal backlash for bad ones."
- True.
"Your job's like that too—thriving on public interest. For visible careers, image is everything, don't you think?"
For jobs in the spotlight...
Image over money.
Trust over profit.
Positivity over negativity.
Sticking to positive actions seemed smartest.
Steering clear of anything negative felt safest.
"Is proxying legal? Or not?"
Did the public see proxying as good or bad?
Did it carry risks? Or was it clean?
Was it positive for her image? Or negative?
"Right or wrong? Judge it by morals, maybe?"
- Got it. No proxying, even for billions. Staying far away.
"Smart choice. Honestly, money worries are solved. You're on track to be rich soon. Streams are booming, YouTube's great, investments too. It'll only get better. No need to risk the negativity."
- Thanks, oppa.
To Jin-seong, money was always better in abundance. But no need to make it dirty.
'I've got Era of Success. No need for me, A-young, or anyone close to go shady for cash.'
They moved on to the ads.
"Skip the chair ad. Pricey, poor quality, and low pay."
"Computer ad looks solid. Good value, reputable company, decent pay."
- Okay? Ditch the chair, take the computer one.
- From now on, I'll run all ad offers by you right away.
"Yeah. Anytime."
They chatted about all sorts of streaming stuff.
- Jin-seong oppa, come visit A-young's place?
"Why? Miss me?"
- Yeah! Super much. Wanna come to your place right now, but practice is killing me.
Choi A-young was multitasking phone calls with LoL practice.
Planning to grind until stream time.
"Gotta study, might be tough."
- Read here at my place.
"Doubt I'd get any reading done there."
- So you hate it? Not coming?
"...Fine. I'll come. In two hours."
Couldn't bring himself to say studying made it a hassle.
He hung up and checked his reading achievements.
He'd read for nearly an hour. Needed another 90 minutes.
Currently diving into Chairman Lee Kun-hee's essays.
He immersed himself in the book.
Flip—
Forgot about Choi A-young.
Flip—
Forgot the world's worries and stresses.
Flip—
Flip—
Focused solely on reading.
'This is fun.'
A smile crept across his face.
The joy reading brought.
The nourishment for the soul.
The knowledge filling his empty mind to the brim.
Irresistibly addictive. Insanely appealing.
In some ways, better than sex.
In others, better than workouts.
He concentrated fiercely.
[Reading Achievement 21 completed.]
[Acquired 30 points.]
He ignored the message.
- Jin-seong oppa. It's been over three hours.
His phone rang.
- Ugh... That's mean... You said within two hours... It's past three and still no show...
"Whoa?! Already?! Sorry! Coming right now. Hang on just a bit."
He scrambled into clothes, slipped on shoes, and bolted out.
Grabbed a taxi.
'Fun.'
Kept reading in the cab.
"We're here."
"Thanks."
Stepped out, climbed the stairs, unlocked the door, and entered.
"Oppa, welcome!"
In the living room.
Choi A-young was headset on, laser-focused on LoL practice.
Deep in a skirmish, eyes glued to the monitor.
"Hey, A-young."
"Hey there!"
Jin-seong set down his bag. Hung his cardigan on the rack. Approached her.
[3/0/2]
Choi A-young was playing mid Renekton.
Practicing mids and even top champs.
'She's seriously good.'
Renekton was demolishing mid.
Enemy Katarina couldn't even breathe.
"A-young. Stand up for a sec."
"Huh? Why?"
She questioned but stood right up.
Though her eyes stayed locked on the monitor.
Jin-seong sat in the chair. Pulled her onto his lap. Her weight pressed delightfully against his lower half.
He buried his face in her nape and groped her breasts.
"Ah... Oppa... Don't touch my boobs... Can't focus on the game..."
No response.
Slipped hands under her tank top, kneading her breasts.
Soft texture.
Plump mounds.
Heavenly feel.
Sucked on her nape.
Flicked her nipples with his index finger. Tap— Tap—
"You game. I'll grope."
"Ah... You're... so bad..."
"You're doing great. CS on point, pressuring well."
"Enemy Katarina's just trash."
Katarina was Master tier. Hardly trash.
But to A-young, she was. No match.
"A-young. Win this, and I'll give you a reward."
"What reward?"
"I'll eat your pussy."
"Ha... Pervert... Lowlife... How's that a reward...?"
"I'll fuck you."
Pulled off her headset. Licked her earlobe.
His hand stroked between her thighs.
Especially kneading her left thigh. Press— Press—
Left thigh—one of her erogenous zones.
Twitch—
Shivered at the earlobe lick.
Twitch—
Shivered at the thigh press.
Haah...
Her breaths grew sticky.
"Ah... Haah... Just touch up top... Bottom's too sensitive..."
"Whose is this?"
Pinched her nipple as he asked.
"Master's."
She answered obediently.
"And this?"
Stroked her thigh.
"Haah... Master's too."
"Stand up."
"Ah... Yes... Master..."
She rose.
"Stick out your ass."
Bent at the waist. Pushed out her butt.
Eyes on monitor. Left hand on keyboard. Right on mouse.
Blue dolphin shorts. Incredibly sexy and tight.
Caressed her thighs, ass, hips. Yanked down the shorts and panties to her knees.
"Turned on?"
"Haah... Yeah... But... gotta game... can't fuck now..."
Favorability: 68
Inner Thoughts: Can't fuck. Seriously, no fucking. Disaster.
Inner Thoughts: The second you thrust in, game focus gone.
He wanted to slam in right then, but held back at her desperate inner pleas.
Jin-seong knelt.
Buried his face between her legs, tongue out.
Licked.
'Delicious.'
Her juices coated his tongue.
Drip—
Clear nectar flowed.
Inner Thoughts: Tongue... feels so good...
Inner Thoughts: No... Hard to focus on game...
She bit her lip hard.
Inner Thoughts: Teamfight incoming. Gotta join smart...
Inner Thoughts: Need to pressure enemy Katarina...
She pressured Katarina.
Enemy HP scraped bottom.
A-young's eyes gleamed.
Inner Thoughts: Kill chance!
Tried flashing in on Katarina.
"Ahk!"
Fingers hit her G-spot. Dizzying pleasure made her hit ignite instead of flash.
"Ah..."
Missed the kill.
By a hair.
"Haht! Ahng!"
No anger. Felt amazing. Pleasure shot up her spine from below.
Game and teasing continued side by side.
Brain-melting bliss made her play falter.
Still, she carried over 1.5 kills worth.
Barely won.
Almost lost.
"Ha... Damn... Oppa...!"
Frustration surged.
She turned. Locked eyes with Jin-seong, kneeling and devouring her pussy.
"Haah... Hurry... fuck me..."
Odd. The irritation melted away like snow.
Squish—!
Jin-seong thrust in. Nailed the G-spot. Her waist shivered wildly.
45/100
Favorability: 10
The moment he got home, Oh Mi-yeon showed up. Apron on, prepping dinner.
"You were out?"
"Yeah. Quick errand."
"Hungry? Making kimchi fried rice and perilla seed soup."
"Oho?! Sounds delicious!"
"How many fried eggs? One? Two?"
"Two."
Lately, he'd been sharing dinners with Oh Mi-yeon.
Inner Thoughts: Upset. Smells like women's perfume on Ricey-oppa.
Inner Thoughts: Jerk off thinking of Ricey-oppa every night lately... Bet he doesn't think of me...
Mi-yeon felt down but didn't show it.