Time to Fire Up the Stream Again

After my reunion with Sujeong, I plunged straight into the complete rest I had planned.

It was the kind of indulgent sleep that made me think, So this is what the life of a truly rich NEET looks like.

When I opened my eyes without an alarm, I ordered whatever caught my fancy through a delivery app.

Once my stomach was full, I’d sprawl halfway across the sofa, killing time by binge-watching shows or anime.

Whether it was because I had finally shed my pathetic attachments from the past, or thanks to the obscene amount of money sitting in my bank account, I slept like the dead every night without once tossing and turning.

Zero stress. Perfect healing.

Of course, I wasn’t living like that twenty-four hours a day.

I tinkered with Sol’s photo retouching whenever I had a spare moment and finished it in just a few days.

When I compressed the completed A-cut shots and emailed them over, Sol’s reaction was everything I could have hoped for.

Seeing her so excited she was even throwing in curses, it was clear she loved them.

She was already losing her mind about changing her profile picture and flooding her SNS with them. It felt genuinely rewarding. I’ll have to do it for her again when I have time.

And then there was my house-slash-studio.

The basement renovation at the Yeonnam-dong Mansion.

This was the most important part.

The power of capital is truly magnificent. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠speed was terrifyingly fast in direct proportion to the money I poured in.

Every morning after a light jog, I’d grab coffee with the site foreman and tour the basement. The framework was already perfectly in place.

The standard studio space for regular use above ground was obviously underway, but the various concept sex studios in the basement were also coming together nicely.

I couldn’t wait to see the finished product.

That sweet, lazy week of rest vanished in the blink of an eye.

Before I knew it, it was weekend morning again.

The moment I opened my eyes, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my condition felt peak.

I rose from bed, stretched long, and glanced out the window.

Damn. The weather’s fucking perfect again today.

Completely recharged. Time to slowly start the engine again.

After a quick wash and throwing on light clothes, I brewed a cup of coffee and settled onto the sofa.

When I snapped my fingers, the VVIP Streaming window appeared before my eyes.

Let’s see… personal broadcast station homepage. This is it.

I’d left it empty for a whole week, so it must have been absolute chaos.

Using my admin privileges, I opened the VVIP exclusive lounge bulletin board. Sure enough, the page was overflowing with complaint posts.

I scrolled down with my finger and let out a soft chuckle.

These guys are seriously dying for it.

Multimillionaires who treat tens or hundreds of millions like pocket change are this desperate just because they can’t watch my stream.

My broadcast really is that popular, huh?

A good idea came to me.

Since they’re already this thirsty, why not pour some oil on the fire?

Instead of just picking whoever I feel like, I should raise participation.

Heh heh heh. Today I’ll let them see who they want?

I started writing a new post on the announcement board.

As soon as I posted it, the view count skyrocketed and comments flooded in one after another.

They were tearing into each other like animals.

But these guys really are filthy rich…

The reactions came instantly the moment I posted.

Don’t they have jobs?

Do real millionaires have so much financial freedom that they just sit around watching sex streams all day instead of working?

Whatever. Their firepower is impressive.

This is the taste of market economics and capitalism.

When demand explodes, you supply it.

I lay back comfortably and lit a cigarette with a satisfied smile.

Now then, whose stream will it be tonight?

…Though come to think of it, I rested way too comfortably.

I haven’t planned any content.

What should I do?

I guess I’ll have to think about it until tonight.

And then, finally, 10 PM.

Voting was closed.

I lazily refreshed the VVIP lounge admin window.

When I checked the results… wow.

“Crazy bastards.”

The winner was number 3, Jeong Sujeong, in a landslide.

Up until the middle it had been a close race with everyone trading blows for first place.

But with one hour left until closing, votes for Jeong Sujeong started pouring in like crazy.

The reason was obvious.

A quick scan of the board made it clear.

The main theme of Sujeong’s last broadcast had been sweet pure-love sex.

So a bunch of perverts who were dying to destroy that pure, loving gaze and watch her get fucked hardcore had banded together and dumped money in at the last minute.

The total number of votes cast for tonight’s broadcast was a staggering 92,000.

That meant 920 million won had just landed in my account from a single poll.

Are these people insane?

Jeong Sujeong alone had swept more than 40,000 votes.

There really are a lot of people with more money than they know what to do with.

I haven’t even started the stream yet and I’ve already earned over 920 million won just from voting rights.

Still, since the viewers have showered me with this much money, it’s only right for a true director to provide service that matches it.

Their desire is crystal clear.

Not sweet pure love, but hardcore degradation all the way to rock bottom.

Heh. I’ll give them exactly what they want. I already have something in mind.

I picked up my smartphone and scrolled through my contacts.

Jeong Sujeong.

I tapped the call button. Before it could even ring twice, I heard the click of her answering.

“Hello? Oppa?”

Sujeong’s voice was dripping with unmistakable joy and affection.

“Yeah, Sujeong. What are you up to? Are you working the night shift?”

“No. I’m off today. I was just resting at home! What about you, Oppa? Did you get plenty of rest this week?”

That slight hint of sulkiness mixed with the bright tone that came from hearing my voice.

“Yeah, thanks to you I rested deeply. Since you’re off today… do you want to come over to my place right now?”

“Really? Can I come right now?”

Her voice shot up in pitch.

“Sure. Should I come pick you up?”

“No! I’ll come over! I can get there quick by taxi! I’ll wash up fast and head out, so just wait for me! Oh right, Oppa, are you doing a broadcast?”

“Yep. It’s been a while since you were on. Time to show them something after so long. The youngest has to carry the weight!”

“Kyaa! Got it! I’ll be there soon!”

“Ah! Sujeong. Don’t wash up before you come. Just wash here. I already posted the notice that we’re starting at eleven.”

“Eh… I don’t want to show up all sweaty… Hng… Okay! I’ll head out right now then!”

Even until the moment she hung up, Sujeong was bursting with excitement.

And a short while later.

“Oppa! I’m here!”

Sujeong came ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bounding up to the second floor, full of energy.

A quick glance at the time showed 10:40.

She must not have wanted to show up looking messy since she hadn’t washed, because she had changed into a pretty dress in that short time.

She really is cute.

Not that there’s anything left to hide between us.

“Good job getting here, Sujeong. Let’s get you washed up quick. It’s almost eleven.”

“Okay! I’ll be out soon!”

Sujeong trotted off to the bathroom with quick little steps.

Hmm… There’s still a little time until eleven, but there’s no need to be exactly on the dot.

The VVIP brothers who had been waiting immediately flooded into the stream room.

Wow. You perverts really came prepared.

I switched the main camera angle to the second-floor bathroom.

On screen was Sujeong, who had just thrown off her dress and was standing in front of the mirror in her underwear.

I watched the chat explode while slowly standing up and walking toward the bathroom.

The sound of running water came through the door.

I grabbed the handle and opened it silently.

The bathroom was filled with warm steam.

Under the hot spray, Sujeong—who had been lathering herself with bubbles—flinched at the sound of the door and turned her head.

Her pale, naked body covered in soap suds filled my vision without restraint.

The stream was broadcasting from multiple angles.

And now I switched the main angle to Director’s Eye.

Sujeong’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit.

“Huh? Oppa? Are you getting in too?”

“No. I just came to watch.”

At my calm reply, Sujeong’s face flushed bright red in an instant.

“Ah, what the… This is so embarrassing.”

She shyly covered her chest with both hands, but a faint smile played on her lips.

She must have thought we’d shower together. Just standing at the door staring made her feel strangely embarrassed.

Of course, it was funny that she was acting all shy about showing me her body when I’d seen everything already.

But that ordinary, lover-like tension is exactly Jeong Sujeong’s charm.

I stood with my arms crossed, quietly watching her wash her pale, soapy body.

The VVIP chat being fed through Director’s Eye went wild at the angle following my gaze.

I could see the brothers in chat growing impatient.

These guys are always like this.

The moment things slow down even a little, complaints start flying.

But don’t worry, gentlemen.

I never planned to drag her to something as boring as a bed in the first place.

The shower scene itself isn’t that erotic, is it?

It’s just an everyday sight of her washing every inch of her body with soap bubbles.

But as the perfect appetizer for the extreme situation that would follow, nothing could be better.

Before long, Sujeong turned off the shower and roughly dried her body with a towel.

“All clean! But what’s the concept for today’s broadcast…”

Sujeong stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup at all. It was her freshly washed, soft, completely defenseless bare face.

Without makeup she looked even younger than her age, giving off the innocent vibe of a college student.

Even though she was going on stream, sending her out with a bare face made me feel just a tiny bit guilty as the director.

But whatever. Raw tension always works best.

The fact that this pure-looking woman was about to be thoroughly destroyed only fueled my sadistic urges even more.

Before she could finish speaking, I took a step closer and whispered low into her ear.

“Sujeong. Actually, I started the broadcast a while ago.”

“…Huh?”

Her movements froze completely.

“I’ve been streaming since you started washing.”

It didn’t take her long to understand what that meant.

Sujeong’s pupils lost focus and began shaking wildly.

The realization that the viewers’ eyes were still licking all over her naked body right now.

“O-Oppa… Why would you turn it on so suddenly… I’m not even wearing any makeup…”

A whining complaint mixed with resentment.

More than anything else, she seemed upset about being shown bare-faced.

Sorry, but your bare face is pretty too.

Rather, that flustered, reddened expression was the perfect seasoning for tonight’s main dish.

Instead of answering, I pulled something I had prepared earlier from my pocket.

A thick black leather strap.

Anyone could tell it wasn’t meant for a person.

A dog collar.

“Oppa… that’s…”

Sujeong flinched and tried to step back, but I firmly grabbed her wet shoulder.

Then I wrapped the leather strap around her neck and tightened the buckle.

The chat reaction was great.

I could almost hear the dopamine exploding in the heads of the brothers who had burned 400 million won on votes.

Sujeong fidgeted with the collar, not knowing what to do.

“Wh-what is this… Is today a hardcore concept…?”

“The VVIP brothers burned 400 million won on the vote because they wanted to see you get treated roughly. I have to live up to their expectations.”

I grinned and picked up the clothes I had hung on the side earlier.

A beige, thin, long trench coat.

I pulled the towel off Sujeong and slipped the coat directly over her bare body.

“Put your arms in.”

“Okay…”

Sujeong obediently slid her arms into the sleeves.

The sensation of the coat’s rustling lining touching her still-damp bare skin.

I carefully buttoned the coat all the way up to her neck and tightly tied the waist belt.

From the outside, she just looked like a neat woman wearing a normal trench coat.

Only she, me, and the perverts watching the stream knew that underneath she was completely naked with nothing but a dog collar around her neck.

“Oppa… I’m not wearing anything underneath… You want me to go outside like this…?”

“Why? Don’t want to?”

“N-no… it’s not that… but if I run into someone I know…”

Sujeong’s eyes swirled with anxiety and a strange sense of anticipation.

Even while her mouth worried, her thighs were already twisting together as she failed to hide her budding excitement.

It’s funny. Her switch is completely flipped.

I hooked the leather leash I had prepared onto the silver ring of the dog collar around her neck with a loud click.

“Let’s go for a walk.”