Cha Su-ah's Desperate 24-Hour Begging Hell and the Teaser Stream Goldmine
Day two after the teaser stream with Ji-hee. In other words, another full day had passed since I'd paid for hacking Cha Su-ah's devices.
I was lounging comfortably buried in the master bedroom bed on the second floor, leisurely watching yesterday's brutal survival game starring Cha Su-ah, projected right in front of me in mid-air.
A display playing back right in front of your eyes? Way more vivid and fun than anything in a movie theater—like my own personal blockbuster.
Just a few days ago, this bitch had strutted around me with a neck brace, acting all high and mighty. Now I got to watch her crash all the way to rock bottom.
That live feed was pumping out perfect dopamine hits nonstop—3 billion won felt like pocket change.
Over the past day, this slut had scurried around like a dog in heat, trying every desperate trick to scrape together the 2.2 billion won she'd embezzled from the company.
But it was all shady and pathetic as hell.
Of course it was. The second word got out on the Gangnam scene that she was sweating bullets over embezzlement, her pristine "CEO designer Cha Su-ah" brand image would shatter—even if she somehow paid it back and passed the audit.
So she couldn't straight-up borrow from anyone. She only hit up people she thought had ironclad discretion or old connections, shaking in dark spots like underground parking lots while dialing away.
The results of her begging while clinging to that fragile pride? Pure devastation.
On top of what I'd watched yesterday morning, there were endless records of her getting absolutely rekt. At 11 a.m., Cha Su-ah called a junior designer who'd crawled under her before going independent and now doing pretty well.
"It's me. How've you been? Look, I've got a big project locked in, but cash flow's jammed up short-term. Can you spot me about 300 million won real quick...?"
The junior's voice from the receiver dripped with mockery.
Click.
"This... this fucking bitch...!"
Cha Su-ah trembled, looking ready to hurl her phone.
Getting openly mocked by a junior who wouldn't have dared meet her eyes before? But this was just the opener.
At 1 p.m., panic setting in, she even called a construction company CEO who'd basically been her sugar daddy back in the day—a guy she'd gotten sticky with once.
"President... it's Su-ah. Please, just save me this once. For old times' sake, even 500 million won..."
But she got pure sexual humiliation in return.
Her breath caught at the gut-punch insult.
Cha Su-ah's face burned crimson with shame, chewing her lips raw.
A guy who'd once panted after her, showering her with luxury bags just for a shot? Now treating her worse than a Gangnam room-saloon hooker.
By 4 p.m., rejected by banks and everyone she knew, she wrapped her face in a hat, sunglasses, and mask, slinking to a sleazy loan shark's office in a Gangnam back alley.
But her elite designer title meant jack shit there.
Kicked out with sexual harassment as a bonus.
And the highlight? A late-afternoon call recording.
I hit play on the audio file in the display, and Cha Su-ah's trembling voice mixed with Chairman Choi—the Gangnam real estate heavyweight.
"Chairman. It's Design Su's Cha Su-ah. You know my name. I'll pay it back with interest in two months, no question. Could you spot me 1 billion won? You know I'm good for it."
Clutching at straws, her voice desperate.
But the old fox on the speaker was ice-cold.
"Y-yes, Chairman."
"People kiss your ass calling you CEO this, CEO that—so you really think you're Design Su's big boss?"
"Ah..."
"A mere designer acting all high and mighty. You slap 'lead designer' on your card 'cause it sounds fancier outside the biz. Think no one knows?"
Her choked breath came through raw in the recording.
"We put up with it 'cause you had some talent. But some beggar scraping for loans? Why the fuck should I respect that? Right?
"Ch-Chairman..."
"If you'd played nice, maybe someone would've helped. But look back at your life—anyone left by your side? Anyway, I'm a businessman, not your buddy. Use that 'smart' head of yours." Beep-beep-beep.
The line went dead, followed by Cha Su-ah slamming her head on the steering wheel in the car, sobbing her guts out.
"Hahaha."
I rolled on the bed, clutching my stomach laughing.
Holy shit, stream this raw? It's fucking hilarious. This is the real underground documentary.
Out in public, decked in tens of millions in luxury, strutting like an owner, top-tier Korean elite—head held high.
Reality? Mocked by juniors, whored out by ex-sponsors, organ-meat priced at under 200 million by loan sharks.
And finally, her flimsy vanity shell smashed by real power.
I could almost hear this scrap-of-a-designer's pride shattering into dust.
The camera feed showed Cha Su-ah wrecked: perfect bob plastered to her tear-and-sweat-soaked cheeks, intellectual glasses tumbled on the passenger floor.
Curled in the driver's seat, beast-like gasps booming through her smartphone mic.
Device Hacking (24 hours): Collected data playback ended.
The mirrored smartphone screen floating in the air winked out.
Then a shiny button popped up in the center of the VVIP app window.
[Save to External Storage]
I smirked and tapped it.
All collected data organized and saved to smartphone local folder.
I opened my phone's document folder, and there it was: every filthy secret Cha Su-ah had spewed in the last 24 hours, neatly sorted into PDF, video, and audio files in separate folders.
Illegal crypto trades, transfer records of the 2.2 billion won siphoned from company accounts, junior's mockery, sex-harassment audio from ex-sponsor and loan shark.
And the long call where Chairman Choi shredded her vanity to bits.
One of these files alone was a death sentence for Gangnam elite designer Cha Su-ah.
Perfect evidence to bury her in the industry and rot in prison—her sharpest weapon to crush her pride.
I scrolled the clean PDF, letting out a cold sneer.
"Life's been a riot, huh, Cha Su-ah?"
Just three days left till the audit. What choice would she make? No need to reach out first. Her head's cracked enough—she'd come crawling. Of course, if she plays dumb at first, I'll humor her, then hit her with a surprise party when she gets cocky again.
For now... these clips are too damn fun. Let's fire up a stream and see the donors' reactions. Perfect teaser material.
I quickly edited the footage on my desktop. With my film chops, amping these up was child's play.
Then I manipulated the app to open a streaming room right away.
New stream starting.
[Title: Not pussy footage. But bros, this'll suck out your dopamine instead of cum—Gangnam top designer bitch's fall to hell teaser.]
The second the room opened, VVIPs flooded in like maniacs on alerts.
I kept my face off-screen, blasting the edited 24-hour downfall doc of Cha Su-ah.
Junior rejection audio, ex-sponsor whoring her out, loan shark mocking her organs, Chairman Choi's kill shot.
Overlaid with her black-box-level live sobs into the steering wheel.
The chat exploded.
VVIP 'WorldClassDickMan' donated 100,000,000 won
VVIP 'OilHouseYoungestSon' donated 200,000,000 won
VVIP 'SuAhPussyAuctionWait' donated 300,000,000 won
No pussy in sight—not even a skirt lifted.
Just an elite designer, all high-and-mighty facade crumbling against reality, tumbling to gutter trash.
And the bros were losing it harder than a full fuck stream.
Maybe even more hyped.
Stream ended. Total earnings: 600,000,000 won
I lit a cigarette, smirking wide.
Main show's not even started, and this trailer alone raked in 600 million won.
VVIPs' donation storm proved the insane hype for the real deal.
Gotta deliver big.
So when that cocky bitch waves the white flag and knocks on my mansion door again, desperate for that 3 billion won contract? Live-stream the whole thing.
She'll grovel at first, and I'll play along. But that bitch's true colors won't stay buried. The second she inks the deal, grabs the cash, and feels safe—boom, up comes the attitude again.
That's when I drop the surprise party.
A "business meeting VLOG with hotshot designer" flipping mid-stream to "hardcore porn with gutter whore." Fuck, just thinking about it is hilarious.
I exhaled slow, staring at Cha Su-ah's still-sobbing mug on-screen. Script's locked. Just needs its star.
Service cut: Ji-hye, Ji-hee, Su-jeong
