Spread Once, 850 Million Deducted
"Today's stream ends here! Have a pleasant night, everyone. Sweet dreams, my VVIP gentlemen."
Streaming has ended. Switching to VOD sales.
Title Modified: The Ahegao Designer Pussy That Loves Sex Most
The title had been changed too. The donation numbers were completely insane.
Once the VOD sales kicked in, the total was going to be off the charts.
At my gesture, the director’s broadcast screen and system windows floating in the air all vanished at once.
The fierce storm had passed. In the wide living room, only Cha Sua’s ragged breathing remained.
I stretched lightly, rolling the stiffness out of my neck.
Then I approached Cha Sua, who lay sprawled across the sofa, and brushed her sweat-soaked bangs aside.
"You worked hard, Sua."
"Ah… haa… Master…"
"It’s over now. You don’t have to call me Master anymore."
"Ah… yes… D-Director…"
With the broadcast finished, I had flipped the switch back from that deranged pervert persona to my usual self.
The transition was so clean it made me realize just how good I was at this.
Cha Sua looked up at me with unfocused eyes, still riding the aftershocks.
I carefully lifted her naked body into my arms.
"Let’s get you cleaned up first. You’re an absolute mess from all the sweat, cum, and juices. Must have been exhausting."
She had no strength left to resist, so I carried her to the bathroom.
I turned on the warm water, lathered a soft sponge with body wash, and personally wiped every inch of her.
When I thoroughly cleaned the thick mixture of semen and arousal still clinging between her thighs, Cha Sua’s face flushed with shame, yet she obediently accepted my touch.
"There. Much cleaner now. Feeling a little better? Here’s a robe."
After wrapping her in a fluffy shower robe, I led her back to the living room.
Instead of the ruined main sofa, I sat her in the clean single armchair I had used earlier.
"Wait here a moment. I’ll make you some tea."
I brewed a warm cup in the kitchen and placed it in her hands.
While Cha Sua held the mug with both hands, blowing on it gently, I rolled up my sleeves and began the real cleanup.
I removed the carpet stained with semen and fluids, wiped down the scattered restraints and dildos with a towel, and stuffed them back into the shopping bag.
Watching me, Cha Sua spoke up cautiously.
"I-I’ll help too, Ma—Director."
The word “Master” still clung to her tongue.
Well, switching that fast probably required more experience than she had.
I gave a small chuckle and shook my head.
"It’s fine. You drained yourself completely tonight. Just sit and rest. You’ll dehydrate at this rate."
"Still…"
"I’ve always done a lot of physical work, so my stamina is through the roof. Sit there and drink your tea."
Sua fiddled with her mug, quietly watching me clean.
The 180-degree gap between the beastly atmosphere during the stream and this ordinary, gentle domestic scene.
It would take time to get used to, but I had already told her that my on-stream and off-stream personalities had to remain completely different.
Once the living room was mostly tidy, I picked up the tablet PC and perched on the table across from her.
I tapped the screen a few times and pulled up today’s broadcast settlement details.
"Here. When I threw in that crude line at the end, the donations exploded. Looks like we pulled in another twenty billion or so."
"Pardon…? T-Twenty billion…?"
"Yes. So here’s the total revenue for tonight’s stream. Take a look."
I turned the screen toward Cha Sua.
"Sixty-nine billion…"
Cha Sua’s eyes widened until they looked ready to burst.
Her hands trembled so violently around the teacup that I could see it from where I sat.
"That doesn’t even include the VOD sales revenue. Just the pure donations the gentlemen poured into your holes comes to nearly seventy billion."
"That’s… impossible…"
"Of course, since you’re such a famous elite, the first corruption broadcast had abnormally strong firepower. But the results speak for themselves."
I tapped the tablet and added, "Your ten percent share comes to seven hundred million. I’ll update the debt repayment log right away. Combined with last time, we’ve already knocked off over a billion."
"One billion…"
It was an insane amount.
In exchange for spreading her legs and getting ruined for a single night, that monstrous sum had been deducted from her debt.
Faced with the overwhelming violence of those numbers, Cha Sua stared at the screen in a daze.
I quietly set the tablet on the table.
"Sua."
Even at my call, she didn’t move.
Her large eyes, staring blankly into space, slowly filled with transparent liquid.
Drip. Drop.
Thick tears fell helplessly onto the back of her pale hand still gripping the teacup.
"Hic… sob…"
What began as suppressed weeping soon swelled into uncontrollable sobs.
"Aaaah… huuaaaang… sob…"
It was completely different from the pleasure-soaked moans and stifled screams she had let out during the broadcast.
These were the raw, pure tears of a person who had hit rock bottom, finally escaping the crushing despair that had strangled her.
The crazy bitch who had lost everything on illegal coin futures trading and, in her madness, embezzled 2.2 billion won from her own company.
Without my app’s power, she would have been quietly arrested for embezzlement and left to rot in prison for the rest of her life.
When I covered the 2.2 billion and added an 800 million risk fee, slapping a 3 billion collar around her neck, this woman must have been on the verge of losing her mind from fear and despair.
But tonight, a single broadcast had wiped away 700 million.
Combined with last time, that was already a full billion.
The suffocating number of 3 billion was visibly shrinking because she had taken my cock, writhed in pleasure, and kept going.
Her sobs were the result of relief at not having to go to prison, mixed with the hope that she might actually survive and pay off this horrific debt.
I approached silently, took the teacup that was dangerously shaking in her hands, and set it on the table.
Then I knelt on one knee beside the armchair and slowly stroked her trembling back as she cried.
"Cry. Let it all out."
"Huaaang… huuuhk…"
"Getting your face plastered all over the news as an embezzler and going to prison is a hundred times worse than selling your holes under me to pay off the debt. Don’t you think?"
My realistic, cold comfort.
At those words, Cha Sua wailed like an animal and threw her arms around my neck.
"Huaaang! D-Director… Thank you, truly, thank you… for keeping my secret… I was so scared every day… I wanted to die every single day… but now I’m earning money like this… huaaang…"
She buried her face in my shoulder, pouring out tears and snot, clinging to me like a child.
I gently stroked her damp bobbed hair.
At first she must have thought I was just a blackmailing bastard.
Without me, she really would have gone to prison for embezzlement.
Of course there was no such future vision, so she didn’t know that, but regardless, she was genuinely relieved by the current situation and clinging to me with all her heart.
I patted her back for a long time until she calmed down.
How much time had passed?
When Cha Sua’s exhausted breathing finally began to ease, I gently pulled her away from my shoulder and met her eyes.
"Feeling a little better now?"
"Yes… hic, I’m sorry… I got your clothes all wet…"
"They’ll dry."
I stood up and offered her my hand.
"Come on, it’s time to head home. You exhausted yourself way too much tonight."
"Ah… yes, yes. Director."
I paused for a moment.
"Or you could sleep upstairs. There are plenty of rooms… but if you wear the same clothes as yesterday, the staff might get suspicious."
"Ah… yes… I’ll go home and sleep! I’m quite noticeable to the workers and staff…"
"Alright. Give me your address. I’ll call you a taxi."
"Thank you… Director…"
Cha Sua took off the robe and changed back into the neat office look she had worn earlier that day.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had crawled naked across the carpet just moments ago.
That office attire really was her trademark.
Her steps were still slightly awkward, thighs clearly sore, and her face carried deep exhaustion mixed with an unidentifiable heat.
Ding.
"The taxi’s here. Get home safely, Sua."
"Yes. Thank you."
When I saw her off at the front door, Cha Sua slipped on her heels and gave me a deep bow.
"Um… Director."
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow… ah, no, this morning when I come in, I’ll brief you on the revised first-floor studio blueprints."
"Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it, Representative Designer Cha Sua."
She gave an awkward smile and climbed into the waiting taxi.
Watching the taillights disappear into the distance, I lifted the corner of my mouth in a light smirk.
I really had picked up a fascinating toy.
The next morning.
I finished a refreshing shower, towel-drying my wet hair as I turned on the tablet.
I wanted to check how much the VOD had sold overnight.
"Let’s see here…"
When I saw the number on the system window, my hand froze mid-towel.
"…Holy shit."
The donation total I had checked right before ending the stream last night was 6.99 billion won.
That meant the VOD sales alone had added over 1.5 billion overnight.
The VOD revenue would continue to accumulate and deposit steadily, but I decided to cleanly cut it off at the first-day initial sales for now.
She really was a woman who swept money into her pockets like a vacuum.
Even considering the buzz of it being her first hardcore broadcast, the 8.5 billion figure far exceeded my expectations. A massive hit.
"Ten percent of the additional 1.5 billion is 150 million."
I updated Cha Sua’s debt repayment log with the additional 150 million won.
In just a few hours last night, she had slashed 850 million off her debt.
I leisurely pulled an iced Americano from the coffee machine, grabbed the mug, and headed down to the first floor.
"Good morning, Director!"
"Oh, you’re all here early."
The first floor was already buzzing with energy.
Design Su’s team members and the workers were busily carrying materials and checking pathways.
I sipped my coffee while observing the site.
Then I spotted a familiar figure in the middle of the group, spreading out blueprints and giving instructions.
"Please finish that wall with the texture we discussed yesterday. The lighting rails…"
Cha Sua, with her hair neatly tied back, wearing perfectly fitted dress pants and a light jacket.
The sharp eyes of a lead designer commanding the field.
Damn. The on-and-off gap with this woman was truly perfect.
It really was a delicious double life.
When I approached, Cha Sua, who had been directing her team, turned her head.
The moment her pupils met mine, I didn’t miss the tiny tremor that passed through them.
"Ah, Director. I was just looking for you. About the blueprint briefing…"
"We can do the briefing later. I came down to watch the site in action."
I smiled and stepped closer to her.
While the team members chatted over the blueprints, I leaned in slightly toward Cha Sua’s ear.
"I checked the VOD first-day settlement this morning. Another 150 million has been deducted."
"……!"
At my low whisper, Cha Sua’s shoulders twitched.
"With just one broadcast last night, you’ve paid off a total of 850 million, Sua."
The news of the additional debt reduction hovered at her ear.
Cha Sua glanced around to check if anyone was watching, then smiled brightly.
She was genuinely happy, clutching the sweet taste of money and the lifeline of salvation.
"Thank you… Director."
She whispered in a small voice, but with more sincerity than ever before.
I lightly patted her shoulder twice.
"You’re doing great, so keep up the good work today."
I finished the rest of my coffee and climbed the stairs back to the second floor with relaxed steps.
Bonus Illustration: Cha Sua looking so neat yet getting this thoroughly ruined
