The YouTuber's Melancholy
I felt the sudden urge to cum much faster than I’d expected. It just felt way better when someone else did it instead of me.
“Ugh… Good thing I brought a spare change of clothes for the second half of the broadcast.”
Thankfully I had extra clothes and there was a simple washroom nearby, so it wasn’t a huge problem. The real issue was that my Sex Power hadn’t recovered at all.
‘Does that mean handjobs don’t work? Do I actually have to put it in a hole?’
There was no way we could have actual sex here. Not when even simple touching was already making her moan loud enough to be heard outside the room.
"Hey, Jin-nim. If it's about putting it in a hole... wouldn't a mouth count as a hole too?"
‘A mouth hole?’
A mouth hole. In technical terms, fellatio. In other words, oral sex. It was definitely more of a sexual act than a handjob. Plus, if she used her mouth, there wouldn’t be any loud moaning to worry about. It was definitely worth trying if it meant recovering my Sex Power.
"It's not like I just wanted to try it or anything, right?"
‘......’
If she didn’t want to, then fine.
I looked at Han Gaeul. Her face was completely covered in the thick white semen I’d just shot all over her, like some kind of facial pack. It looked like I’d marked her as mine. The sight was incredibly arousing.
Seeing her fair skin painted with my cum made my cock twitch and rise again even though I’d just finished.
“...Um, why is that getting hard again?”
Han Gaeul let out a long sigh when she saw it.
“Haa… Do you want me to use my hands again?”
She sounded like she’d reached enlightenment. Or maybe she’d just given up. Either way, she seemed to decide that getting dirty once meant a second time wouldn’t matter. She reached out toward my cock without hesitation.
I gently stopped her hand and asked,
“Could you use your mouth instead of your hand?”
“......”
The moment the words left my mouth, Han Gaeul stared at me like I was actual garbage. An awkward silence stretched between us. After a long pause, she let out another deep sigh and finally spoke.
“Huu… If I lose the bet because of this, I’m not letting you off easy.”
At last, she gave me her consent.
Her soft tongue wrapped around the head of my cock like she was gently stroking it. Since it was her first time, her movements were a little clumsy as she licked and swirled her tongue in different directions. The quiet waiting room quickly filled with the wet sounds of her licking my shaft.
Even though her face looked reluctant, her mouth was working with sincere dedication. The sight was both incredibly seductive and strangely cute.
Her tongue and lips moved eagerly, stimulating every inch of me. But after several minutes with no sign of me getting close, she paused, opened her mouth wide, and took me in as deep as she could.
“Mmph… Hngh!”
A huge object pushed into a mouth that had never taken anyone before. Her mouth was so full that she let out a strained moan. Instead of forcing it all the way in at once, she took half, pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again. Even without being taught, she instinctively kept her teeth away and used her tongue and lips to the best of her ability.
I grabbed her sweat-dampened, messy hair and pushed my cock deeper into her throat.
“Ughp!”
My cock thrust back and forth inside her mouth, nearly hitting the back of her throat. Even while struggling, Han Gaeul never stopped moving her tongue. Finally, the urge to cum surged up again.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”
“Hnnngh!”
She must have heard me because she let out a strange, muffled moan. Right after, thick ropes of semen erupted from my cock, defiling her mouth. An unbelievable amount shot straight down her throat, far more than what I’d released earlier.
When I finally finished, my softened cock slipped out from between her lips. A trickle of cum dripped down from the corner of her mouth. She must have swallowed most of it, because not much was leaking out compared to how much I’d released.
“Cough, cough!”
“Did you swallow it?”
“Y-yes…”
“Good girl.”
Her eyes looked a little dazed. I praised her and gently stroked her hair. That seemed to bring her back to her senses. She weakly swatted at my leg in protest, complaining that I’d gone too far.
And then—
Sex Power has been restored by 78 points.
It looked like a blowjob didn’t count as full intercourse in the system’s eyes. I didn’t gain any points, but I’d recovered about a quarter of my Sex Power. I’d relieved my sexual frustration and replenished my energy. It was a refreshing break for both body and mind.
The first half of the competition ended and the second half began.
As soon as the second round started, the arm wrestlers who had been hesitating finally stepped up one by one. The crowd’s expectations rose, but just like everyone before them, their arms were slammed down in an instant.
At the beginning of the broadcast, most people had been saying she would lose quickly and have to delete her account. But that negative opinion was slowly fading away.
In its place, supportive voices for her began to grow.
Instead, everyone’s attention was drawn to the 100,000 won Super Chat that had been sent along with that message. When not just one or two, but more and more donations started pouring in, people began posting in confusion.
With only about ten minutes left until the competition ended, the total donation amount had already surpassed the prize money. Countless people were cheering her on, and both the donation total and her subscriber count were skyrocketing.
From the beginning, Han Gaeul’s body and face had been top-tier among individual streamers. The only reason she hadn’t succeeded was because sitting still like a typical female cam streamer didn’t suit her, and because Fresel had deliberately sabotaged her broadcast.
The chat quickly shifted from attending Han Gaeul’s funeral to attending Fresel’s. If Fresel had a good public image, things might have been different, but his reputation was already terrible. Even though he had a huge number of followers, almost no one was willing to defend him.
Everyone was laughing and eagerly waiting for Fresel to delete his account when someone suddenly spoke up while watching the stream.
The moment people learned that the arm wrestling champion was making an appearance, viewers who had only been reading community posts without watching the stream began flooding into her broadcast.
I looked at the man sitting across from me.
I couldn’t remember his exact name, but he was the person Han Gaeul had warned me about most before the competition started. Unlike the half-assed rankers like Nam Seok-jin who only had the title, this guy was the champion of the unlimited weight class arm wrestling tournament. She had said he would definitely show up because not only was he skilled, he also loved money and tormenting others.
Right in front of the spectator seats, that bastard Fresel was watching the stage with a confident smirk. He looked ready to rush up and force Han Gaeul to delete her account the moment I lost.
When Han Gaeul looked at me with a worried expression, I gave her a small smile that said not to worry. Her stiff face softened a little and she proceeded with the match.
Once we were both ready and had our arms on the table, the man sitting across from me flexed his arm—which was thicker than most people’s legs—and said arrogantly,
“You look like you’re struggling just from the looks of it. Why don’t you give up now? I’m not very good at holding back my strength.”
I thought he might actually be showing concern, but the next words made it clear that wasn’t the case.
“It’d be a pain if I accidentally broke a civilian’s arm on a table without padding, right?”
It wasn’t concern. It was a warning that he could break my arm. He was planning to snap my arm on purpose and then claim he had already given me a fair warning to avoid responsibility.
I felt anger rising inside me.
For a so-called champion to accept money to appear in an amateur competition like this was already shameful. Yet instead of feeling any shame, all he could think about was tormenting his opponent. He didn’t deserve that champion title at all.
‘Should I just destroy him completely? I could wreck him so badly he wouldn’t even be able to speak.’
I activated my Sex Power in my hand and spoke to my opponent.
“You should be the one to be careful. It would be troublesome if I accidentally broke your arm, wouldn’t it?”
“What? This bastard!”
“If that’s how you feel, how about we agree that no one will take responsibility if either of us gets injured during this match?”
The man listened to my suggestion, then gave a smug grin and immediately accepted.
Both our arms were raised and locked together on the table. The moment Han Gaeul shouted “Start!” an incredible pressure slammed into my arm. He was definitely not a champion in name only.
He had clearly intended to cripple my arm in a single move, but when it didn’t go as planned, he grit his teeth and poured even more strength into his arm.
‘How should I deal with this guy?’
I had originally planned to slam his arm down in one go like the others and humiliate him, but I changed my mind. I deliberately loosened the power in my arm just a little.
My arm immediately began tilting toward the table.
‘Tilting it like this builds up momentum.’
Slamming it down from near the bottom would deal far more damage than doing it from the center. But Han Gaeul, who didn’t know that, watched with a face that grew paler by the second. I had unintentionally made her feel like the situation was critical.
My arm tilted until it was almost touching the table. The champion smiled triumphantly, convinced he had won.
‘Now!’
I poured all my strength into my arm and slammed his hand down onto the table like I was driving a nail.
CRACK!
The sound of the table shattering rang out. At the same time, the man’s scream echoed through the room.
I hadn’t just bent his arm—I had broken the bones as well.