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Yesterday, I spent a thoroughly satisfying time with Yeoeun-noona.

Since it was her scheduled day off from streaming, I indulged her desires to her heart's content.

Did she survive purely on raw stamina?

Noona passed out exactly five times. And yet, every single time she woke from fainting, she shamelessly whined and begged for more. She was a total weakling who climaxed if you so much as poked her, but her endurance was undeniably impressive.

We also discussed her channel. The conversation naturally turned toward drumming up more hype to expand her reach, and together we devised a few tactical moves.

"How did it go?"

"Just like we discussed yesterday. More importantly, Noona."

"Yeah?"

Having just returned home from work, I had completed the first phase of our plan inside her bedroom. Down in the first-floor living room, I stood waiting for her to finish washing up.

"The stream is still running, isn't it?"

"Mhm. Why? Worried you didn't look good on camera?"

"No."

Yeoeun-noona stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. In the past, she had at least slipped on a pair of panties before walking around. Ever since we crossed that line, however, she casually strutted about after a shower draped in nothing more than a damp towel—and often not even that.

"You're going to walk into your room like that?"

"Huh? Ah, it's fine. The camera won't catch me from that angle anyway."

"You never know."

Stepping closer to her, I reached out and took hold of one of her bountiful breasts. Curling my fingertips, I lightly grazed her nipple.

"I'd prefer it if you were a bit more careful."

"Hnngh... Don't scratch it... I literally just showered. Really, it's fine."

I was well aware that in this world, a woman's nude form didn't attract much salacious attention. It was treated much like a man's bare torso was in my previous life, which explained her utter lack of modesty. Still, she needed to be cautious. Who knew what might happen if I had accidentally nudged the webcam while tidying up? Regardless of whether you were a man or a woman, having your naked body broadcast over the internet was a disaster.

"Noona. I don't like it."

"Huh? Ah... okay."

"I hate the thought of anyone else seeing your body. Understood?"

Rather than giving her a rational lecture, I simply framed it around my personal distaste. For a thick-skinned sister who seemed utterly oblivious to shame, personal possessiveness was far more persuasive.

"Jeongseo... Okay! I'll be careful from now on. I promise."

"Be especially careful in your room. There's a camera in there."

Bullseye. Noona answered with touched, melting eyes, even extending her pinky to seal the vow.

"Same goes for when you go outside."

"Hehe. Got it. I'll really pay attention."

"This belongs to me. Don't laugh—answer me seriously."

I gave the soft mound in my grasp a firm squeeze as I spoke. I had strong possessive tendencies, bordering on a compulsive disorder. Once I decided something was mine, I couldn't bear to part with even an old shirt. People were no different. Yeoeun-noona belonged to me now. Layering that innate possessiveness with memories of my previous life made me genuinely mindful of her attire.

"Yeah, cross my heart. Your noona will be super careful from now on. But wait, how careful are we talking?"

"Your breasts and panties. Your pussy and your ass, specifically."

"H-Huh? P-Pussy...? Right... I'll watch out."

I handed her the underwear and clothes I had fetched from her room. I had raided her wardrobe and selected an outfit that seemed presentable enough for streaming.

"Put this on."

"Thanks. Hehehe..."

Taking the garments from my hands, Yeoeun-noona broke into a goofy grin. For some reason, it rubbed me the wrong way.

"So... does that mean Noona is officially Jeongseo's now? Pfft, haha... 'This belongs to me!' Giggle..."

She playfully mimicked my voice, though she didn't sound like me in the slightest.

As she bent at the waist to step into her panties, I reached down and clamped down hard on her nipple.

"Aaaagh! Ow, ow! Let go! It's gonna rip off!"

"Were you making fun of me just now?"

"No, I wasn't! Eek! Jeongseo, it hurts! Seriously... ahhh, ow!"

Even as she squirmed in agony, Noona merely stamped her feet in place without using any physical force to shove me away. She seemed terrified that she might accidentally hurt me if she resisted with her natural strength.

"Haaah... That hurt. You're gonna stretch my nipple out."

"That's fine. I wouldn't mind that either."

"Huh? What does that... Wait, am I really supposed to wear this?"

"Yeah. I didn't just pick it at random. I looked up women's fashion trends for reference."

Rubbing her sore chest, Noona eyed the clothes I had handed her with a reluctant grimace. It was just a standard, tasteful T-shirt paired with fitted jeans.

"It's not that it looks weird, it's just... uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? This?"

"Yeah. When I stream, I always wear comfy clothes. Like baggy sweats."

I hadn't intended to micromanage her streaming wardrobe; after all, she had her own branding to maintain. I had simply brought the clothes so she wouldn't waltz into her room in the buff.

"Fine. Put that on for now, and once you're in there, pick out whatever else you want."

"Hehehe. You really just hate the idea of my bare skin showing, don't you?"

Unfolding the shirt, she shot me a knowing look. For some reason, that smirk on her face felt thoroughly provoking.

"Yeah. I hate it."

"Teehee. Really? Alright then. Guess I'll wear what Jeongseo picked for me today."

Finding her playful smugness unbearable, I gave her forearm a stinging smack with an open palm.

I wasn't normally prone to petty violence, but around Yeoeun-noona, my hands seemed to move on their own.

Noona went off to start her broadcast, and I retreated to my own room.

Running her stream smoothly would likely prove a challenge today. The strategy we had devised to amplify her viewership wasn't anything groundbreaking. Several days had already passed since the animated GIF of me spanking her went viral, and she had taken yesterday off entirely. That was more than enough time for public curiosity to cool off.

Throwing more fuel on the fire, was that what she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠called it?

Noona insisted we needed fresh bait to get people gossiping about me again. The opening salvo of that plan had been for me to tidy up her room. The objective: flash a glimpse of my presence on camera once more. According to her, a younger brother who willingly cleaned his older sister's messy room was practically a mythical unicorn in this world.

So, while her stream was live, I had slipped into her room and tidied up a storm before leaving. She had intentionally tilted the camera beforehand to make sure my face remained out of frame.

Though if she knew that was the plan, she could've been a little tidier to begin with...

Stepping into her room to execute the plan had sorely grated on my nerves. It was almost as though she had deliberately cluttered the place to test me; even her mouse pad was crooked, which irritated me to no end.

Let's see how it's going.

I booted up my computer and tuned into her live channel.

Scanning the live chat, I saw viewers bombarding her with inquiries about my identity, while Noona repeatedly deflected by claiming I was just her little brother. I had briefly worried that nobody noticed me, but clearly, the viewers hadn't missed a thing.

"Ah, how many times do I have to tell you? He's just my younger brother! Stop asking already."

Just to be safe, I kept my earphones in. The voice coming through the stream sounded subtly different from how she spoke in person, and her webcam feed in the corner of the screen looked distinct as well.

"Today, I'm playing some cards for the first time in a while."

Ignoring the barrage of questions about me, she smoothly steered the broadcast forward. Her pitch was a notch higher than when talking to me, and the smile she wore for her audience held a completely different energy—lively, bright, and professional.

"What do you mean 'why'? What's wrong with Stone Game?!"

She bantered back and forth with the few viewers sending normal comments. Contrary to my worries, she was handling the stream quite gracefully.

After watching for a bit, I headed back down to the kitchen to execute phase two.

As for the menu... traditional Korean food is my strongest suit.

I began preparing Noona's dinner, carefully composing a balanced meal and putting extra effort into the plating. Once I carried the immaculate, lavish feast up on a large tray, Noona would deviate from her usual broadcast and do an impromptu mukbang, enlarging her webcam to show off the food.

The crux of our strategy was to inject an aura of sheer fantasy—to make the chat erupt with disbelief, shouting, 'Where on earth do you find a younger brother like that?!' In reality, it was just my daily routine, but Noona swore that this alone would be enough to stimulate the audience's insatiable curiosity. Given the shocking first impression I had already made, she wagered this wholesome contrast would be even more potent. Whether it would actually work remained to be seen.

Ultimately, all these little setups were merely stepping stones for the decisive blow.

The grand finale of our blueprint was my official guest appearance on her broadcast.

Tomorrow, Noona would tease the subject during her stream. She would act flustered by the relentless demand, pretending she might ask her brother if he was willing to make a cameo just to appease them. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠By dangling a few breadcrumbs, she would plant intense anticipation.

Near the end of our strategy meeting, I had asked if we needed more shocking bait to reel them in.

Noona's reply had been simple and absolute:

"Your face will do all the heavy lifting."

D-Day was the day after tomorrow. We agreed that dragging it out any longer would cause the hype to evaporate, no matter how much bait we scattered.

To prepare for my debut, Noona had made a daring investment, ordering a high-end webcam and studio lighting. She also intended to recalibrate her broadcasting software, an overhaul scheduled for tomorrow. Once the new equipment arrived, she planned to optimize the video output while using my face as a reference monitor.

All I have to do is play my part.

Everything was moving at a brisk pace. Perhaps the results wouldn't match our lofty expectations. Unforeseen complications might even arise. Yet strangely, I felt no nervousness. If anything, a quiet flutter of excitement stirred within me.

Though the platform was Pajijik instead of MeTube, the prospect of appearing before a massive audience wasn't entirely unfamiliar to someone who had lived through modern digital culture.

Casting my worries aside, I focused on the task at hand, garnishing Noona's dinner to make it look as mouthwatering as possible.

Late that night.

A post uploaded by an observant viewer was catching fire across internet streaming communities.

View counts and comment tallies soared at a breakneck pace.

Yeoeun and Jeongseo's calculated gambit was paying off far better than either of them had anticipated.