Just Don't Wear It, You Bastard

Just don't wear it. Don't wear it. You bastard.

"What are you guys thinking? Don't tell me it's that thing I'm thinking of?"

A woman had been streaming for quite a while already, dressed in something like a maid outfit. There wasn't much skin showing, so it was hard to be sure at first—but the moment that familiar voice floated out over the glimpses of brown hair, there was no room left for doubt.

"Oh my, strip my pussy for five hundred? That's way too cheap, oppa."

The woman spouting those vulgar words right now, pointing down there with a long slender index finger, was none other than…

My only friend, and one of Korea's S-class hunters. Hwang Jiyeon.

The woman who had once worn the title of the Nation's Little Sister was sitting with her legs spread wide, boldly showing off her pure white panties.

…What the hell are you?

She must have been streaming steadily for a while, because she even answered the disgusting, repulsive old-man jokes and the high-heat chat with easy composure.

"Hmm~ The oppa who just talked nonsense gets frozen for five minutes. And I've never slept with that chairman oppa! Hundreds of millions? Even if you gave me trillions I wouldn't sleep with just anyone."

Then one particular chat made me hurriedly drop my gaze and check the streamer's name.

BigTitsJisu.

Drop the first two syllables and it was just Jisu.

…Yoo Jisoo?

My name.

Somehow it felt like she was targeting me on purpose.

No—if that woman really was Hwang Jiyeon, then she definitely was targeting me.

If you're going to use a name, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠use your own. Why mine……

I thought about it for a moment, then closed the stream, returned to the main screen, and opened the profile settings.

I rested my chin on my hand and pondered for a long while before the corner of my mouth finally curled upward.

Tap tap tap.

And just like that, my stream name was decided.

The name I settled on was none other than:

FlatChestJiyeon.

It wasn't a name that suited natural G-cups, but it was still pretty satisfying.

You started it first.

If you hadn't done that, I wouldn't have gone this far either.

Anyway.

Now that the stream name was set, there was only one thing left to do.

Even if no one would watch on day one, I still had to turn the stream on once.

Choco Banana TV made streaming incredibly simple. Enter a settlement account, then just click the Start Broadcast button in the top-right menu and you were done.

If I'd connected from a computer I would have had to set up the capture device one by one, but since it was a phone I didn't even have to do that.

I forced my heart—pounding so hard it felt ready ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to burst—to calm down and put the pastel-toned bra back on.

"Hoo-eup. Haa."

I sat at the desk, angled the phone camera so only my upper body showed without my face, and brought my index finger to the Start Broadcast button.

I'm really doing this.

I'm doing it for real, for real.

I'd been agonizing over it for a full hour already.

"Sssss. Haaaa. Sssss. Haaaa."

I finally felt a little calmer, so I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tapped the Start Broadcast button.

Tap.

The screen switched at once and a short guidance voice played.

My body was being streamed in real time on the phone screen.

I stared blankly, twitching my arms a little, and the stimulation in my lower belly started rising again.

"Heut. Ha-eut……."

I rubbed myself lightly so it wouldn't show on camera.

I'd put the bra back on, but I hadn't put on panties, so sticky fluid was already clinging thickly to the chair.

"Eung…."

I twitched my waist in time with my fingers and wriggled my toes.

After about two minutes of that, not just my face but my whole body flushed faintly and rough breaths spilled out.

…Just a little more, just a little more.

And right as I was about to climax—

A sound I'd never heard in my life came from the phone.

Bam-ba-ba-ba-bam~♪

I jolted and looked at the screen. The viewer count that had been zero had somehow become five.

I-I have to say something. The words won't come out.

Truthfully I didn't even know what I was supposed to say.

People had suddenly shown up in a situation where I had zero expectations and zero preparation.

What do I do. What am I supposed to do?

I was chewing my lips and fretting when someone helpfully provided the answer.

F-flash my chest?

Unlike their cheerful atmosphere, I was in an extremely serious situation.

I still couldn't get any words out, and I was even less prepared to flash my chest.

When I pressed the Start Broadcast button I had thought that someday I might end up flashing my chest, but I never imagined it would be the first stream.

While I sat there wordless and at a complete loss, the viewer who had made the offer earlier posted again.

He made the call all by himself and immediately started raising the price.

It's not about the money……

Even in this very moment I still didn't know what words to spit out.

My mind had gone completely blank; I couldn't even remember what my original way of speaking was like.

Meanwhile the viewer count kept climbing.

From five to seven. From seven to fifteen.

From fifteen all the way to twenty-one.

Someone who had just entered said:

It was probably because of my nickname, FlatChestJiyeon.

I only did it for revenge…

Still, I was the one who caused it, so I tried to apologize at least in chat.

But right then—

Aggressive chats flooded up in an instant, and a full group lynching unfolded.

I was the one who was wrong.

That person shouldn't be getting attacked.

They even started throwing mother insults, cornering him even harder.

"Wait a second. Please calm down."

The words slipped out of me before I knew it.

Ah.

The chats that had been flying up so actively stopped all at once, as if they'd made a promise.

Did I mess up…?

I'd accidentally achieved what I wanted, but now something else was the problem.

Three seconds passed and still no chat appeared.

The viewer count stayed at twenty-one, but whether they were offended or not, it was dead silent.

What do I do. Sh-should I just flash my chest.

I was wondering if I should do at least that as an apology when—

The effect sound I'd heard earlier rang out again.

Bam-ba-ba-ba-bam~♪

Only then did the chats start flowing actively again.

H-how am I supposed to suck something like that.

Anyway, the fortunate part was that no one actually thought I was the real Yoo Jisoo.

On top of that, revealing my voice shifted the topic, so the demands to flash my chest disappeared.

G-good. Let's just keep going like this.

"I'm a pure-blooded Korean."

"G-cup."

"Natural."

"Pfft. I get that you're mad, but maybe we can tone down the swearing a little, everyone?"

Blasphemy… I'm not that sacred though.

After that I continued the stream with awkward smiles.

About an hour had passed like that.

It was when the viewer count finally hit a hundred.

A familiar bastard barged in out of nowhere and started yapping about grandma bras again, triggering real-time PTSD.

Th-that fucking bastard.

Punish him.

Earlier they called it blasphemy, so that bastard is committing blasphemy, hurry up and punish him.

But contrary to my hopes, no one really pushed back.

Instead the atmosphere felt like everyone had been thinking the same thing, and finally—

Crack.

Something snapped inside my head.

"Just don't wear it. Don't wear it. You bastard."

"Happy now?"

"I showed you, so I'm ending it."

And that was how my first stream of my life came to an end.