Growth
Growth
"You came quickly..."
I lined up the delivery boxes in the center of my room since dawn.
"Webcam, microphone, ring light...
I spent 500,000 won on this—hope it's worth it?"
With solemn determination, I grabbed a knife and sliced open the packing tape.
"Let's see, where's the manual..."
Shouldn't this kind of thing just work when you turn it on?
They could make it simpler.
Grumbling internally, I unfolded the manual crammed with tiny text.
But then.
"Huh...?"
The instructions flowed effortlessly.
From plugging in USB ports to cable management and adjusting OBS resolution—it took less than 30 minutes.
"Why is this so easy?"
Tilting my head in confusion, I checked the monitor.
My face appeared crystal clear on screen.
Thanks to the new lighting, my skin looked porcelain-transparent,
while silver hair shimmered mystically.
My blue eyes gleamed like embedded gemstones.
"...Expensive stuff really is better."
After a deep breath, I started simultaneous streaming on Pazijik and Gom TV.
Exactly one minute later.
[hi]
[Wolha's up]
[....?]
[Keunson Gom: Already changed cameras lol]
[This our streamer?]
[Totally different person?]
"Hello everyone!
While I was at it, I upgraded all my streaming gear during yesterday's break.
Can you see me clearly?"
I leaned closer to the camera.
[Holy shit is this the same face I knew?]
[Hnnng eye candy]
[No wonder Gom TV uncles went wild]
The chat exploded despite only the resolution changing.
Viewership instantly surpassed 300.
"...I am kinda pretty, right?"
Flooded with compliments, I unconsciously smirked at my reflection.
"This is why I never used beauty filters before.
If you'd praised me back then, I could've gone viral...
This is all your fault."
[???]
[Beauty filter?]
[We told you to hide? You said you'd succeed as a Hunter]
[Had we known you looked like this, we'd have treated you better]
"Hehe, too late now!"
Praise naturally drew a smile to my face.
Have I already gotten used to this?
Realization sent chills down my spine.
But I couldn't ruin the mood.
[You kept this face hidden under shit quality?]
[LMAO you owe US an apology]
[Apologize with full-body shot]
[Show us those massive melons from the pixelated days]
"Five-minute timeout for crossing the line."
But then.
[Bamui Jewang gifted 500 balloons!]
[Bamui Jewang: Full shot pls]
[Woah the Emperor's here?]
[Go go go]
A new whale?
But...
Whatever, I already did Excel broadcasts—what's there to lose?
Though just showing it would be boring.
Frowning slightly, I leaned into the camera.
"Full-body shot?
Umm... My room's messy today so the background—"
[We'll only look at you even if it's a dump]
[Hurry I'm getting dizzy!]
[Keunson Gom gifted 500 balloons!]
[Keunson Gom: Go go go]
"...One moment please?"
Pausing the stream briefly, I cleared scattered clothes
and adjusted the camera angle for full-body framing.
[Drumroll]
I restarted the feed.
My new outfit appeared on screen—
a white off-shoulder dress with slender legs extending down
to delicate bare feet.
The quintessential innocent streamer look I'd researched online.
Except my current proportions were too unreal for "innocent."
The dress strained against ample curves—voluptuous chest, wasp waist,
and hips flaring impossibly wide.
"Well... how is it?
I bought this just for today."
[Holy...]
[LOLOLOLOL]
[Gulp]
[Mixed blood? Those aren't Korean proportions]
[Keunson Gom: My judgment was right]
[Off-shoulder suits you perfectly]
The chat ignited instantly.
Then—
I stepped closer while slightly bending forward.
The dress dipped precariously, framing collarbones and cleavage.
"Does this suit me? It's my first time wearing something like this."
[Wear only this forever]
[Bamui Jewang gifted 1,000 balloons!]
[Bamui Jewang: Came after hearing rumors lol]
"Wow! Thank you for the 1,000 balloons!
Just a sec..."
I played prepped girl-group music and danced to the beat—
not just copying moves, but instinctively finding angles
that highlighted my best features while stirring protective instincts.
Ideas for poses surfaced automatically.
Do I actually have dance talent?
[Hnnng]
[Amazing]
The stream peaked at 450 viewers that day.
***
After ending, I calculated earnings.
After Gom TV's 40% cut:
"Today's income is 450,000 won, minus equipment, clothes, makeup..."
Deducting taxes and this month's agency fee:
"940,000 won left as emergency funds..."
I froze mid-sentence.
Huh?
Did I just mentally calculate all that?
Four-digit multiplication and percentage deductions had flashed through my mind without a calculator.
Dazedly, I opened my Status Window.
[Trait: Yin-Yang Person]
Beneath it, the small moon remained without explanation—
except...
"It grew bigger?"
The formerly thin crescent had noticeably expanded.
"This must be why..."
My useless trait was gradually awakening.
***
---
[Streamer Forum]
Title: Wolha's new setup is next level
Why tf was she hiding that face?
Anon: FR
Anon: "I'll succeed as a Hunter!" ← Actual quote
Anon: Nah you're born for female streaming
Anon: Personal Broadcast Room suits her better than Haneul Company
Anon: Obviously when lighting/camera are tailored to you
Anon: Can she reach top-tier with this?
Anon: Currently escaping hakko status
Anon: Isn't she a Hunter? No dungeons?
Anon: She got injured. Streaming to pay medical debt—leave her alone.
Anon: The 300M won debt? That's real?
---
***
Days later, I visited Haneul Company's lounge for my second Excel broadcast—
the first proper one after initiation.
With no costume restrictions now, I didn't need forced comedy.
Today's outfit: black sports bra under a skin-tight white cropped cardigan,
paired with a red tennis skirt.
"You... really went all out today?"
Hayan—who'd sabotaged my makeup before—alternated stares between my clothes and face.
"I studied other streams at home.
Not bad, right?"
Casually answering, I drew eyeliner in one flawless stroke.
"You... could always do makeup this well?"
"Wouldn't it be awkward if I got messed up again?
I practiced all night."
Lie.
I just watched one iTube tutorial.
Yet somehow that felt sufficient.
"..."
Hayan flushed red, speechless.
So you knew it was wrong.
"Five minutes to standby! Everyone to the stage!"
At Park Haneul's shout, female streamers rose.
Walking down the hallway, Arin ahead glanced back with dagger eyes.
***
"Our company's pride, Wolha!
Your first broadcast caused quite the stir!"
Park Haneul immediately pulled me center-stage post-intro.
"I didn't do much...
All thanks to CEO-nim, unnies, and fans."
[Kyaa Wolha actually did makeup today]
[Prettier now]
[Why dungeon-crawl with that face]
[Keunson Gom: Proud]
As chat erupted, fireworks exploded on screen.
[Keunson Gom gifted 10,000 balloons!]
"Wow! Keunson Goraboni jumpstarting our Wolha!
Time for reactions, yes?"
I strode confidently center-stage.
Spotlights gleamed off exposed collarbones between sports bra and cardigan.
Upbeat girl-group music filled the studio—
until Arin cut in, aggressively twerking.
Still not giving up?
Dancing lightly beside her, I let the sports bra bounce and skirt flutter.
Each wink sent hair cascading across flushed cheeks.
I could rival any girl-group center.
[Woah...]
[Jiggle jiggle]
[Wolha's prettier than idols]
[She's on another level]
[Suyeon Leader: Shut the fuck up]
[Oh no big bro's mad LOL]
[Idols scowl at you, Wolha smiles]
Arin's desperate twerking became a joke.
She retreated, biting her lip.
Know your place.
Then—
[Bamui Jewang gifted 15,000 balloons!]
[Bamui Jewang: Can you do hotter dances?]
"Oh my! A new goraboni!
Of course! Cue the beat!"
Park Haneul switched tracks without asking.
Idle pop became intense EDM.
Cold sweat dripped.
I didn't prepare for this...
Tossing hair back, I sauntered center-stage—
simultaneously recalling studied Excel techniques to improvise fitting choreography.
Can I pull this off?
No—I must. Failing wrecks my image.
I envisioned movements as my hips snapped sharply—
not copying but amplifying with raw power and sex appeal.
The short skirt fluttered dangerously, exposing pale thighs.
I licked lips while staring down the camera.
[Damn she's wild]
[She dances like this too?]
[Arin got outclassed LOL]
[Bamui Jewang: Money well spent]
Dethroned, Keunson Gom countered:
[Keunson Gom gifted 20,000 balloons!]
[Keunson Gom: I'm Wolha's #1—know your place]
[Keunson Gom: Another song at that intensity!]
Sweat-drenched hair tied back, I bowed.
"Thank you both!
Then I'll dance until my back breaks!"
I loosened the cardigan knot with a hair toss.
They're both fired up.
Keep them competing.
Amidst balloon waterfalls and dazzling lights,
I dominated the stage while manipulating both whales.
***
Post-broadcast, Excel sheet numbers showed:
Wolha: 84,000
Suyeon: 120,000
7x my first attempt's 12,000...
but still only 70% of Suyeon.
Work harder.
***
I beelined to my PC upon returning home, still dressed.
Strike while the iron's hot.
Hundreds flooded in immediately.
[Why so late!]
[Where do you live?]
[Keunson Gom: Want me to book a hotel?]
"Oh, no need...
I like my place.
Appreciate the offer though."
Keunson Gom keeps overstepping.
I fended off his advances while streaming—
spinning lightly-edited initiation stories to attract newcomers,
and performing reactions/dances for Haneul Company viewers.
"By the way, how was today's dance?
Awkward at all— Eek...!"
Mid-sentence, my shoulders jerked.
Blazing heat surged from my lower abdomen.
Why so soon...!
[? What was that?]
[Face suddenly red]
"Ah... no, just... heater's too strong."
I forced a smile while beneath the desk—
thighs convulsing involuntarily,
underwear already soaked.
I desperately needed to masturbate.
But.
What do I do?
Ending abruptly looks suspicious.
No—claiming exhaustion should work.
Everyone knows I'm a combat Hunter, right?
And about my injury?
...Finish within one minute.
Gripping the desk edge, I swallowed hard and faked cheeriness.
"...I overexerted at work today.
Suddenly exhausted.
Sorry, but I'll end early to rest."
[Keunson Gom: You did push hard today]
[Bamui Jewang: Rest well]
[Sad ㅠㅠ See you tomorrow]
"Sweet dreams everyone~"
Click.
I yanked the power strip before the stream fully ended.
Darkness.
Three more seconds.
Just three.
...
Couldn't hold back.
"Hahhk...!"
I collapsed onto the desk, hiking my skirt.
Sodden panties tore under frantic fingers.
"Ngh, ah, haa...!"
Trembling digits violated the drenched slit relentlessly.
Who'd imagine this was the vixen who'd manipulated men minutes ago?
A fucking degenerate.
"Ah, nngh! Aah...!"
For minutes, I violated myself against the desk.
Petty climaxes shook me but couldn't quench the thirst.
Biting the cardigan, I pistoned fingers until—
finally—a violent orgasm electrified my spine.
Arching backward, I gasped raggedly.
Sweat-tears blurred vision.
Unconsciously, I checked my Status Window.
[Trait: Yin-Yang Person]
The crescent now neared half-moon.
Unable to reach my bed, I passed out atop the desk.