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Even in my past life, curiosity had been the primary driving force of my existence. It mattered more to me than good food. If my life had been a calm, placid surface of water, curiosity and delicious meals were the rare pebbles cast into the deep, sending out ripples.

The trouble was how seldom I actually felt curious about anything. I wasn't entirely sure whether curiosity even counted as an emotion. But because such sparks were so rare, whenever one did catch, I clung to it relentlessly. The strongest of those fascinations had involved tormenting animals—and humans, too. That was why I had become a mercenary.

In this life, the first outlet for that dormant curiosity had been a snake. Though I had kept it under control ever since the Monk's teachings took root, the wonder still lingered deep within me: what expression would someone make if I choked the life out of their throat, or what sound would tear from them if their limbs were snapped like kindling? Curiosity swiftly bred intense impulses, and to suppress them, I devised an intricate web of compulsions. Those compulsions were shackles of my own making, and bound by them, I was able to blend seamlessly into society. Fortunately, in this life, I had discovered a way to loosen those chains. Through people—specifically, through women.

"Jeongseo, you really need to think this through. It's not something you should take lightly."

When the memories of my previous life returned, so too had the memory of a video I watched shortly before dying—another rare instance that had sparked my curiosity. A woman changing her clothes while murmuring little exclamations. It had been nothing more than a brief clip devoid of any real substance, yet countless people had flooded the comment section. Back then, I found myself wondering what kind of life a woman like that lived.

"Once your face is out there, there's no going back. You might think it's fine right now, but..."

Wondering 'what kind of life she lived' was too broad an inquiry. I couldn't even remember what specifically I had wanted to know, because artillery fire had commenced before I could even organize my thoughts. All I knew was that the sudden recollection of that curiosity had resurfaced. So, I needed to try posting videos myself. Satisfying this curiosity wouldn't violate any social contract, so it was harmless enough.

"And what if you get famous later? It could make just walking around outside completely unbearable."

To upload MeTube videos the way that woman had, exposing my face was inevitable. In fact, she hadn't just shown her face; she had put her entire body on display in her underwear. That was why I had told Yeoeun I didn't mind having my face recognized. As long as I could satisfy my curiosity, everything else was trivial.

"Especially since you're a boy, Jeongseo. You could easily get dragged into dangerous situations."

"Noona."

I couldn't lay bare all these thoughts. I took a moment to choose my words carefully.

"I've actually been thinking about doing MeTube for a while."

"Huh? Since when...?"

"Not that long ago, honestly."

I tried to persuade her without outright lying. My past-life memories had only awakened after reaching adulthood, so technically, it truly hadn't been that long.

"I came across a video a while back, and people were giving it an incredible amount of attention."

"Yeah..."

"I don't have friends, you know. I can count the people I know on one hand."

"Ah..." Her expression softened with quiet pity.

"I know what you're worried about."

"Jeongseo... just having lots of acquaintances doesn't mean your life gets better."

"I know... I know that. But what about you, Noona? Why did you start streaming?"

"Well, that's... phew."

Yeoeun didn't have friends either. There was no turning back the clock on her school days, and a deep-seated loneliness still seemed to cast a long shadow over her heart.

"For me... it was just fun."

"Why was it fun?"

"Because people are honest? And a lot of them look past preconceptions to see who you really are."

I buried my face against her breasts and listened to her speak. She talked about how there were plenty of bad people, but also many good ones; how the hours spent streaming brought her genuine joy; and how there were viewers who sent her warm, sincere affection.

"Then why won't you let me do it?"

"It's not that I'm forbidding you. It's just... you can get hurt really badly."

"You saw earlier. Words don't really hurt me."

Buried in her cleavage, her rich, intoxicating scent filled my senses. Savoring the plush, heavy weight pressing against my face, I lifted my chin to gaze up at her. Her cheeks were flushed an even deeper crimson than before.

"Noona. I'm handsome, aren't I?"

"Yeah. Insanely handsome."

"Then I should take advantage of it. Don't you think?"

She nodded reflexively before freezing in surprise.

"I'm not saying this lightly either." Holding her gaze, I gave her a gentle smile. Unable to meet my eyes for long, she quickly looked away.

"Are you worried people will hate me?"

"No! How could anyone hate you? Wait... no, that's not what I mean."

"Then let's do it my way. Okay?"

I took one of her hands and guided it down toward my groin. Shifting my hips slightly, I rubbed my shaft against her palm. Instinctively, her fingers curled around it.

"How? How do you want to do it?"

"That's something the two of us can figure out together from now on, right?"

"So... you're not doing this just for my sake?"

"Exactly."

She swallowed hard. When I pulled my hips entirely away, an unmistakable pang of disappointment washed over her face.

"I want to help you, Noona, but I also want to stand in front of an audience myself."

"I see. Well... it is your life, after all."

"I'm just worried whether it'll actually help you or not."

Pressing against her shoulders, I pushed myself up.

"It'll definitely help! Yeah, it will. At the very least, those brats won't be able to throw a fit claiming I was hiding a man."

"Is that so?"

I took a full mount over her hips. Shifting up tightly against her torso, I gathered her lush breasts upward as I settled into position. She lay beneath me completely submissive, letting me do as I pleased.

"Wait... why are you climbing on top all of a sudden?"

"Why do you think?"

I squeezed her ample mounds together with both hands, crushing them tightly into the center. Her lavish cleavage enveloped my fully erect cock, the tip grazing just beneath her chin.

"Noona."

"Yeah?"

"I want to do it."

Her eyes widened, her mouth parting to answer. Catching the exact moment, I reached forward, tangled my fingers in her hair, and pulled her toward me. Thrusting my hips forward, I sank my swollen head directly into her parted lips.

"Mmph!"

"Suck it properly."

Startled, she flinched, then obediently opened wider. Releasing my grip on her hair, I propped a pillow beneath her head. Yeoeun took the cue and began rhythmically bobbing her head back and forth.

"Ah... that feels good."

At my low murmur, she redoubled her efforts, swirling her tongue enthusiastically around the shaft. As she serviced me, I reached down to torment her exposed nipples just as I had earlier. The talk about livestreaming was set aside for a little while.

Three years had passed since I graduated from college and took up the prestigious post of full-time home security guard—unpaid, of course. Today was just another day spent dutifully ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠defending the house.

A notification popped up for a streamer I followed, so I clicked in immediately. The camera angle seemed tilted downward, showing only part of the desk, the keyboard, and the floor.

Streamer Eun Yeoeun. A female streamer blessed—or perhaps cursed—with breasts so colossal it almost looked pitiful. Quite unlike typical gaming streamers, she boasted an imposing, athletic build with distinctly developed muscle. In short, I was a hundred percent certain she could beat the living hell out of me in a fight.

Before long, the chat began to crawl upward at a sluggish pace. Current viewers: 10.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

I tapped out a quick line in the chat before shifting my attention back to the mobile game on my phone. Teasing the streamer could wait until later.

I hadn't been watching her channel for very long. Last Friday, I stumbled across a GIF of the 'Spanking Guy' somewhere online and traced its origin back to Eun Yeoeun's stream. Initially, like the flood of newcomers arriving on her channel, I came purely to catch a glimpse of the Spanking Guy. Then I simply jumped on the bandwagon of trolling the streamer.

Besides, hardly any streamers play Fate...

Normally, I would have tuned in for a few minutes and clicked away. But seeing Eun Yeoeun play Fate, a personal favorite of mine, I ended up dropping by all weekend. And as I kept watching, her stream proved surprisingly easy to leave on in the background, so I ended up following her channel.

Rustle.

"Huh?"

A faint noise broke through the silent speakers. Setting my phone down, I glanced up at the monitor. What's that?

It was a human hand. A pale, slender, remarkably pretty hand began tidying up the clutter on the desk. Not a single word was spoken. After swiftly sorting the desk, the hand reappeared with a rag and began wiping the surface down.

Rumble... roll...

"Eh?"

Just after finishing the desk, the sound of rolling casters carried through, and a computer chair rolled in from just outside the frame. Perhaps unaware that the stream was live, the figure turned their back to the camera and began wiping down the chair.

"A guy?"

Only fragments of the person's body appeared on screen, yet there was no mistaking it: it was definitely a male. My fingers snapped to action, clipping the video immediately. His frame definitely looks small.

This wasn't Eun Yeoeun. An unidentified man was cleaning her room for her. Other viewers must have reached the same conclusion, because the chat had sped up considerably. In the blink of an eye, the viewer count swelled. Messages flooded the screen, pleading for him to look at the camera and frantically asking who he was.

"Ah, why did she leave her panties right here?"

Just then, a male voice drifted through the speakers. A clear, melodious voice that practically dripped with handsomeness just from the sound ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠alone. The figure on screen bent down as if picking something up off the floor.

Ah, damn it. The camera angle!

His face remained hidden. All I could see were parts of his legs and the hem of a pair of pants he seemed to have scooped up from the floor. And yet, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was wearing long pants and socks, meaning the only bare skin visible was a tiny sliver around his ankle bones, but my gaze remained glued to the monitor until he stepped entirely out of frame and disappeared.

Who is he? A lover? A real younger brother? No way, what brother cleans his sister's room?

Cursing my own lackluster imagination, I opened the Pajijik community forum. No matter which angle I approached it from, it felt like pure fantasy. At times like this, collective ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠brainpower was necessary. I trimmed the recorded clip down to size and hastily whipped up a post.

After posting, I waited for the responses. If there was an old-timer who had followed Eun Yeoeun's stream for a long time, maybe they'd know something about him.

Yet well into the night, the mystery remained unsolved.