YouTuber H's Tears of Relief
The arm-wrestling tournament ended with the opponent's scream ringing out as the final note. Against everyone's expectations, I crushed every last one of them, proving beyond doubt that Han Gaeul had not rigged the event. No one could accuse her of manipulation anymore. Throughout the match, she had watched with her heart in her throat. A single tiny droplet formed beneath her eye and fell with a soft plop. I couldn't tell whether they were tears of joy or relief, but they definitely weren't born from sorrow. The spectators and YouTube viewers who witnessed it all offered her comfort and congratulations at the same time. Everyone except one man.
“This… this is a scam!”
The moment Han Gaeul lifted the microphone to close out the arm-wrestling competition, a sleazy-looking man shouted from the stands.
Fresel couldn’t make sense of the situation at all. What the hell? Is the game bugged? The instant he heard that his friend Ishureka had recruited not only pro arm-wrestlers but even a champion, the thought of losing had never once crossed his mind. He had waited in the stands with a smug grin, already picturing himself forcing Han Gaeul to her knees the moment he won and doing all sorts of things to her. Yet the result that emerged was nothing like his plan. This wasn’t some random amateur—it was a champion. The odds of an ordinary person beating one, even by sheer luck, should have been zero. It was supposed to be zero… But it had actually happened.
Unable to accept such an absurd, ridiculous outcome, he unconsciously shouted from the spectator seats.
“This… this is a scam!”
His voice echoed across the venue, and every eye in the place turned toward him. The gazes were far from friendly, but Fresel refused to panic. He shouted again.
“You’re all in on it! There’s no way this makes sense otherwise!”
“Is that really the best your brain can come up with?”
Han Gaeul’s eyes were filled with utter contempt, the kind one might direct at garbage. The woman he liked was looking at him with disgust. The trauma of being rejected after his confession in the past surged up, making his hands shake violently. But if he backed down now, his life was over. He had only accepted the destruction match—the one where the loser’s channel would be deleted—because he had been absolutely certain of victory. Now that he faced actual defeat and ruin, he couldn’t just sit still.
The only reason the pathetic man he once was could strut around so arrogantly was that he was a successful streamer. The moment his channel disappeared, his life might as well be dead. No matter what, he had to frame this tournament as a scam and pretend it had never happened.
“You people randomly targeted her, brought in your own players, and now you’re claiming we colluded? Why don’t you come over here and obediently delete your account?”
“A-account deletion?! There’s no way I’d delete my account over something like this!”
“Then if I had lost, would you have said the same thing?”
“Th-that’s…”
There was no way. He had made sure there would be no escape, pulling every dirty trick he could. He had hired companies to slander Han Gaeul across every site imaginable and prepared to socially bury her if she refused to delete her account. Because he had never considered the possibility of losing, he had no countermeasures for defeat. His mind spun at full speed, desperately searching for a way out, when an ordinary-looking guy wearing a strange mask stepped in.
“If you think it’s such a scam, why don’t you come up here and face me yourself? If you lose, delete your account.”
“Wh-what?!”
His head insisted the guy was cheating, but his body knew the truth. If he went up there now, he wouldn’t return intact like the champion currently rolling on the floor beside him. That was why, even as he screamed about fraud, his feet refused to move.
— Get up there!
— To the abyss! To the abyss!
— Pathetic Fresel, you’re done for
— If you don’t go up you’re dead meat
— If you’re gonna ruin someone else’s stream you better be ready to ruin your own
“Go up!” “Go up!”
Not only that—as he hesitated instead of stepping onto the stage, the crowd in the stands began chanting “Go up!” in unison. There’s no way I can win! How was he supposed to beat the guy who had defeated even the champion? He didn’t even have confidence he could win against Han Gaeul, and she was a woman.
“Go up!” “Go up!”
The longer Fresel stalled, the fiercer the audience’s shouts grew. The atmosphere suggested that if he didn’t go voluntarily, they would drag him up by force. He could laugh off any malice thrown at him in the online world—that was just part of his hated image—but facing raw, physical hostility in the real world filled him with a terror he had never felt before. When that fear finally pushed past its limit, the crotch of Fresel’s pants began to grow visibly wet.
— Wait, that guy… no way?
— Fuck, my eyes!!!!!
Since the YouTube stream was focused on Fresel, the viewers got to enjoy the sight of his pants changing color in real time. Unable to go up on stage or even stand still any longer, he had only one option left.
“U-uwaaaaack!”
He chose to run away like a pathetic coward.
It was late by the time the tournament finally wrapped up. I stepped inside Han Gaeul’s officetel.
“That Fresel guy… are you really okay with not catching him?”
I was supposed to make him delete his account as promised, but he had fled so disgustingly that I missed the chance.
“It’s fine. He’s trash. Even if I told him to delete it, he would’ve resisted until the bitter end anyway. I don’t need to lift a finger—other people will handle it.”
She wasn’t saying she wouldn’t do it; she was saying there was no need. According to Han Gaeul, the moment she won, Fresel and Ishureka would suffer a blow severe enough to make broadcasting nearly impossible. It wasn’t a casual promise—it was a destruction match that had shaken the entire community, with everything on the line. By refusing to honor it, they had turned every single person who enjoyed personal broadcasts into their enemy. Even now, Han Gaeul’s subscriber count was climbing while Fresel’s and Ishureka’s were dropping in real time. On top of that, countless cyber wreckers were already pumping out compilation videos roasting Ishureka’s audience.
The final cyber wrecker is the cyber wrecker himself becoming the wreck. A fitting end. He might try streaming again someday, but he would never be able to broadcast as comfortably as before.
“Whew. It’s finally all over.”
With everything settled and no eyes on her, Han Gaeul let out a deep sigh of relief and melted into my arms.
“It’s strange. Being held like this makes all the anxiety I felt melt away completely.”
“I’m glad.”
She had suffered the most mental strain out of all of us. She later told me that when my arm started to tilt at the very end of the match, she nearly had a heart attack. I hugged her tightly, as if to comfort her. She burrowed even deeper into my chest.
How many minutes passed like that? Even though we were simply holding each other, my cock slowly began to twitch. She noticed immediately. Her face flushed a light pink as she spoke.
“I… I might smell like sweat, so I’ll take a quick shower. Don’t go anywhere—wait for me!”
One cast of Clean would have made showering unnecessary, but I hadn’t told her about it yet. A short while later, Han Gaeul emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her body. Her face was unusually red. She approached hesitantly.
Gulp—
I couldn’t tell whose throat the sound had come from. I pulled her towel away, stripped off my own clothes, and we climbed onto the bed together. Han Gaeul kept stealing glances at my body before letting out an involuntary sigh of admiration.
“Wow… that’s incredible. No wonder you’re so strong.”
It was a physique forged through extreme training. Every muscle looked like a work of art, tempting her. Han Gaeul quietly closed her eyes and offered her lips, silently asking for a kiss. I covered her soft mouth with mine, and our tongues began to tangle.
“Huaa…”
When our lips parted, she let out a seductive breath. My now rock-hard cock was rubbing between her thighs. Her body twitched in response.
“Um… I’ve never done this before… so… p-please be gentle.”
“I understand. Don’t be too nervous.”
It was a little surprising that a body this seductive had never known a man. I gently stroked her, giving her slow, building stimulation.
“Ah, aah!”
My fingers circled and caressed the area around her entrance. With my other hand I gripped her firm ass and rubbed it, and her pussy gradually grew wet. Just as I expected, she was extremely sensitive to sexual stimulation. When I channeled my Sex Power, her lower lips flooded with arousal as if a dam had broken.
I want to be inside her right now.
I had already come twice in the waiting room, yet my lust hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it burned even hotter. I couldn’t wait another minute or even a second—I wanted to bury myself inside her immediately.
“I’ll go in slowly.”
“Y-yes…! Hng!”
I pressed the head of my cock against her thoroughly soaked entrance. The hard shaft slid into her tight interior little by little. Eventually I managed to push the tip all the way inside.
“Are you okay?”
“Ugh… I-I’m fine. I can take it.”
I hugged her again and stroked her hair. The walls that had been desperately trying to push out the intruder gradually relaxed, offering perfect tightness and a fresh flow of nectar.
“I’ll put it all in at once.”
“Y-yes…! Hng!”
When my hardened cock drove deep into her core, Han Gaeul let out a scream-like moan from the shock.
“Ah, agh! Uuugh!”
I pulled back slightly. A vivid streak of red coated my shaft, proving her claim of never having done this before was true.
“It should feel a little better now.”
“Yes… ugh!”
In missionary position, I covered her body with mine and slowly rocked my hips, stretching her narrow entrance. Her moans gradually steadied.
“Haah, haa, haaaa…”
I took a deep breath and began to increase the pace.
“Hng… hug me harder.”
Even while feeling the pain of her first time, she clung to me desperately, craving my affection. I answered her desire by holding her tight and thrusting with everything I had. The cock that had struggled inside her tight passage now moved smoothly, enjoying the perfect grip. The slow, gentle thrusts gradually reached their limit, and I began to cum.
“Hng, I’m cumming, Gaeul!”
Han Gaeul was so lost in sensation that she couldn’t even register my words. When my climax ended and the piston motion finally stopped, she looked up at me with hazy eyes, as if only then realizing it was over.
“Is… is it finished now?”
I could have kept going all day, but I decided not to push her too hard on her first time and nodded. She spoke again.
“Um… could you appear on my stream again sometimes in the future?”
“Will there even be a reason for me to be on stream anymore?”
“Just say yes anyway!”
From the way she said it, I realized this wasn’t about the broadcast—it was her shy way of asking to continue our relationship afterward. Since our connection had started as something close to a contract, she sounded anxious and cautious. The woman who had seemed so strong-willed when we first met had become remarkably obedient.
“Contact me anytime. I’ll help whenever you need it.”
“…Thank you.”
Relieved by my answer, she pressed her face against my chest and fell asleep almost instantly. She no longer wore the worried, anxious expression from before. Instead, she slept with a peaceful face, as if relying on me completely. I cast Clean to erase the traces of our sex. Then I drifted off as well, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.