You Did Wrong, So Take Your Punishment
Yeo-eun lifted her head and pushed herself up slightly. Even with me draped across her back, she didn't seem to feel my weight in the slightest. It felt a bit like riding an amusement park attraction.
"Pfft. Do you really like it that much?"
"Ah... jeez... What! Are you teasing me?"
A moment ago, Yeo-eun had been gazing at me with fluttery anticipation. But the instant I chuckled and asked with playful amusement, her face crumpled into a pout.
"No, I'm serious."
At my reassuring words, her expression brightened in an instant. It was fun to watch, but teasing her any further would only make her sulk, so I held back. I wriggled around to pull off my pants, reaching one hand down.
"Hold on," she said, pushing herself up from the bed completely.
I naturally slid off her back and stood on my own two feet.
"Let me undress you."
Turning around, Yeo-eun knelt on the floor before me, resting her hands on the waistband of my pants.
"Do you really want to take them off that badly?"
"Yeah."
"Then why make it sound like you're doing me a favor?" I asked, catching her wrists to check her hands. Why did teasing her feel so satisfying?
"Huh? Uh... well..."
"Ask me properly."
"Yeah. Um... will you let me take them off?"
"Good girl."
I patted her head gently. Perhaps because she was so tall to begin with, even kneeling, her head nearly reached my chest. As my hand stroked her hair, a look of utter confusion crossed her face—as if she couldn't decide whether she should feel insulted or simply accept the praise.
With a smooth glide, my pants slid down and pooled around my ankles. It felt rather bizarre. It didn't feel like the frantic stripping of clothes driven by mutual lust before sex. I was standing upright while she knelt before me—almost like a little boy who couldn't change his clothes on his own, relying on his older sister to do it for him. The only catch, of course, was that she was stark naked.
"Then... your underwear too..."
Her hands trembled slightly as she hooked her fingers into the elastic and slid my briefs down. She couldn't even begin to hide her breathless anticipation.
"Whoa... it's so cute."
"What?"
"So this is what it's like normally. It's so soft and squishy."
She uttered words that were hard for any self-respecting man to overlook. It happened to be the part of my body I was most proud of, and she was calling it cute?
"Your skin is so soft, too."
Yeo-eun gently stroked upward from my lower abdomen. With nothing in the way, our bare skin brushed together in pure, seamless friction.
"It's really amazing."
Her hand drifted lower and lower until her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, kneading and squeezing it like she was milking a cow.
"Is it because there's no hair? Why does it look so erotic?"
Even soft, my cock had considerable weight to it, but Yeo-eun's hands were large enough to envelop nearly the entire shaft.
"Haa... Ah! It's growing."
As blood surged into it, the glans pushed past the crown of her fingers. She looked genuinely delighted. For a while, I stood there letting her hands have their way with me while she remained kneeling on the floor.
"Jeongseo... um, aren't your legs tired?"
I was about to say I was fine, but then I caught the look on her face. Her eyes were sparkling with that familiar yearning again.
"Why?"
"Shall we sit down together?" Her gaze flicked toward the bed.
I hadn't changed clothes since coming home from work, but having showered at the cafe owner's apartment, I hadn't broken a sweat since. As long as I took off my shirt, climbing onto the sheets would be fine.
"All right. Take the shirt off for me too."
"Huh? Oh! Leave it to me."
I raised my arms surrender-style, once again entrusting myself to her hands. I could tell she was setting the stage for what came next. Part of me felt a little guilty for teasing her earlier, so I decided to play along obediently. And so, both completely naked, we tumbled together onto the bed.
"Haaah... hehe."
"Why do you keep sniffing the crown of my head?"
Yeo-eun sat propped against the headboard, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Nestled between her thighs, I was being handled practically like a favorite stuffed animal. Still, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Her breasts were lush and soft, and leaning back against her plush curves was surprisingly comfortable.
"You smell nice."
"How could my scalp smell nice?"
The only trouble was that it was getting a bit ticklish. Yeo-eun's hands roamed freely, fondling and kneading whatever flesh took her fancy, though one hand remained firmly cupped around my cock. What made me slightly nervous, though, was her constant sniffing. I hadn't washed my hair when I showered at Boss's place.
"I'm serious. Sniff, sniff... Wait, that's weird." This time, she buried her nose directly into the crook of my neck. "This... what is this scent? It's not our body wash."
She wasn't a hound dog, yet somehow, even after all this time, she could tell the difference?
"It's probably the soap from the cafe," I offered smoothly.
"Is it?"
"More importantly, Noona."
If she started digging into specifics, spinning excuses would become tricky. I decided to change the subject before she got any closer.
"About what we were talking about earlier."
"Ah... right. Are you okay?"
"About what?"
Fortunately, her attention pivoted immediately.
"I mean... that site I showed you earlier. You can just ignore the posts there."
"Oh. I don't care about that."
"Are you really sure you're okay? There were a lot of weird comments."
Even during the brief glance I'd taken, there had been plenty of sexually charged remarks. People asking to have their asses spanked too, claiming they desperately wanted to get carried and fucked against a wall, or demanding to see my dick. But comments like that hardly threatened my mental composure. An ordinary man of this world might have writhed in mortifying shame, but not me.
"I'm fine. It doesn't even feel like they're talking to me anyway. It's just the internet."
"Uh-huh... I guess so."
Her caressing hand faltered for a moment. Perhaps I'd brushed it off a little too casually.
"Which is why you shouldn't let it get to you either, Noona. It'll blow over eventually."
"How can I just ignore it? I should at least do something to respond..."
"Won't it quiet down on its own soon enough?"
A conflicted look crossed Yeo-eun's face. Mentally, she seemed inclined to agree with me, but because this had dragged me into her mess rather than staying her own problem, she couldn't bring herself to let it go so easily.
"Still, what if people keep talking about it..."
"It's fine. As long as I'm okay with it, that's what matters, right?"
I put a bit of firmness into my voice, knowing how much she was torturing herself over it.
"More importantly, what are you going to do about your stream?"
"My stream... won't that get better with time too?"
"Noona."
Even as we spoke, her mischievous hands continued to stroke and knead my body. Did she really enjoy it that much? I gently brushed her hands away and turned around to face her.
"You take streaming seriously, don't you?"
"Yeah... I do."
Our current state of undress wasn't exactly ideal for a solemn discussion, but the conversation had to happen.
"Then turn this into an opportunity. You've got tons of aggro focused on you right now, haven't you?"
"Huh? You even know internet slang like that?"
"Of course. I've been studying hard."
I intended to help her. While her viewer count wasn't comparable to the top-tier streamers yet, the influx of attention was real. I pondered how we could amplify that curiosity even further.
"Didn't I promise I'd do something nice for you?"
"Huh? Oh... wasn't that just to encourage me to work hard? It didn't have anything to do with this drama, did it?"
"Well, true, but... either way, I want to help however I can."
Retaining those new viewers would ultimately depend on her own talent and charisma, but retaining one person out of ten was vastly different from keeping ten out of a hundred.
"That's why I'm asking. I want to know if you're truly serious about streaming, and how hard you're pushing yourself. Since I don't see all of it."
"Jeongseo..."
Her eyes softened with overwhelming gratitude.
"I really am trying my best. I haven't been doing this very long, but... I've never taken it lightly."
Hearing her say that settled my resolve. I would back her up—even if I couldn't be certain just how much help I'd be.
"Being consistent is a given, and lately I've even started uploading to MeTube. My editing is still clumsy, but I'm studying it diligently."
Yeo-eun tended to sleep late and wake late, but that didn't mean she was lazy. Her hours were merely shifted; she maintained a remarkably disciplined routine. She cut into her sleep to carve out study time and managed her MeTube channel entirely on her own.
"Yeah. You've worked hard. Then tell me—what do you want me to do? Earlier, you asked me to appear on your stream."
"Ah... that was just because I was feeling so frustrated."
"It's fine. Tell me."
Soothed by my calm tone, I lay back down on the mattress, pulling her arm beneath my neck as a pillow. It was much easier to talk this way than sitting stark naked face-to-face.
"I said it out of frustration, but... I also thought if you came on stream and helped clarify things directly, maybe people would cool off."
I toyed with her full breasts as I listened. The tables had turned; now it was my hands wandering across her curves, and from the slight shiver in her breath, she clearly enjoyed it.
"It feels like people are running wild because they're curious."
"Understood. But I don't know much about broadcasting."
"Oh, don't worry! I'll take care of all the setup."
Would a simple clarification really be enough, though?
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, just... before the stream officially starts, you could sit next to me for a moment while I introduce you as my younger brother."
"And that's it?"
"Yeah. Honestly, even that makes me uneasy. Your voice will be broadcast, after all."
It seemed the 'help' she envisioned was completely different from what I had in mind.
"Only my voice? What about my face?"
"Huh? No way, you can't show your face! Once your face gets out there, there's no turning back."
"Hmm... I don't mind. It's fine if people see my face."
"What? No, absolutely not."
She protested, urging me to think it through. But I had already made up my mind.
Putting my face out there was completely fine.
In fact, I had already been considering stepping into media eventually. To be precise, not live streaming, but MeTube.
I still remembered clearly.
Right before I died in my previous life, that Shorts video had piqued my curiosity. I had wondered about the life of that woman on the screen.
In this life, I intended to satisfy that lingering curiosity.
"Noona. Instead of hiding, let's make this bigger."
Rather than stopping at a timid explanation, I would turn this incident into a springboard.
A golden opportunity for her stream to explode.