Chapter 197: Jo A-yeong birthday’s, Hayoon’s gift

Jo A-yeong’s streams were fundamentally similar to those of traditional “soup” female streamers.

Hayoon had emphasized hundreds, no, thousands of times that Jo A-yeong’s main selling point was her chest, and that even Jo A-yeong herself must know this.

Jo A-yeong, far from denying this fact, was actually very aware of it, and so she didn’t refute it.

Silence is consent.

Hayoon took this as Jo A-yeong’s agreement.

She had specially processed the chest of her virtual avatar, Vivian.

[₩8,000 Donation]

– I want to see that. That.

It was the banana motion, which only appeared with an ₩8,000 donation.

A banana would fly in with a shwoong and hit Vivian’s chest with a thwump, bouncing off in an arc. Vivian’s chest, in turn, would ripple with strong waves as if to recover from the impact.

Hayoon had spent tens of millions of won to implement this motion in the highest quality for the original 3D avatar.

In fact, it could have cost hundreds of millions, but she had made a gentleman’s agreement with the contractor to use it for other avatars as well, getting it made a bit cheaper.

– I never get tired of seeing that motion.

– Heeheeheehee.

Anyway, thanks to that, the process of recouping the investment was also quite fast.

Even the high price of ₩8,000 was established without much resistance, thanks to Hayoon herself appearing on stream and arguing that the number 8, when turned sideways, looked like breasts.

Now, it had become a routine for Jo A-yeong’s high-rolling viewers to throw a banana at the start of her stream as an opening bid.

“Ta-da! Today is a special birthday hand-cam stream.”

Jo A-yeong, having pocketed the ₩8,000, turned on her camera, dressed in the famous Dongtan MILF look.

Even though it was a hand-cam stream day, ₩8,000 was a tidy sum she couldn’t give up.

However, there was one small problem…

[₩8,000 Donation]

– Heeheehee, show me the banana…

“Huh.”

– Ah.

– Ah.

– This.

The ₩8,000 donation had been missed due to a timing issue.

It happened occasionally, and if the virtual avatar was on, many viewers were satisfied just seeing the jiggle physics.

However, now the virtual avatar was completely off, and the camera was on.

An awkward silence fell between the chat and Jo A-yeong.

“Well, hello. It’s me.”

Hayoon interjected.

Today was the day to celebrate Jo A-yeong’s birthday with a full-course dinner at a restaurant with Hayoon.

Although Jo A-yeong had started her stream in the afternoon, since they were meeting anyway, Hayoon had come to Igloo 2 to monitor and relax in the air conditioning.

No matter how much Hayoon made hundreds of percent profit from stocks using her future knowledge, or how many Vtubers and managers under her exceeded twenty, in her parents’ eyes, Hayoon was just Hayoon.

The air conditioning was naturally under their control, and she had come to the Igloo just to stay cool…

“You’re disappointed that the donation motion was missed, aren’t you, everyone?”

“What are you doing, hey…”

She was just going to help out since the ₩8,000 donation motion had been missed during the switch to the hand-cam.

In fact, one had to be able to turn even such things into a laughing matter to firmly capture the “chest-drawn” and “horny dog” type of viewers.

“Instead, I’ll touch them for you. I don’t have a banana right now, so I can’t say it’s 100% accurate, but…”

Tap tap tap.

Hayoon lightly tapped Jo A-yeong’s upper chest, which was exposed by her Dongtan MILF look, like a cheek touch, causing a natural vibration in her large I-cup breasts.

“Now, everyone, this is the value of ₩8,000. Nice, right?”

– Nice.

– This is it.

[₩10,000 Donation]

– The value of the subscription fee.

The viewers were practically popping champagne bottles, going crazy with joy.

“Now, I’ve managed the chat’s public opinion for you. Nice, right?”

“Get lost, you. Go lie down in the next room. Why are you touching someone else’s chest and making a fuss? Huh?”

“Ah, why are you getting angry? I’m your younger sister. Your younger sister.”

“It would be fine if you were just a younger sister, but you’re the CEO.”

“Ah.”

“…”

Well, the wording of a CEO touching her own artist’s chest was a bit… destructive.

Hayoon mumbled to herself and showed her face to the viewers, waving hello.

Hayoon’s face was already known, and since she was going to a restaurant today, she was in full makeup and even wore a pretty, formal-style outfit.

It was a women’s suit (pants) set that showed off her signature long limbs.

She was showing it off openly.

“Seriously, your chest is as big as your face. It’s huge.”

– Actually, the CEO’s face is small.

And the CEO’s chest…

– Hmmhmmhmm…

– Heeheeheehee…

“Get out, you brat. Go lie down on the bed.”

“Okay.”

“…”

If she made any more of a fuss, the star of the birthday stream would become Hayoon instead of Jo A-yeong.

Hayoon made a timely exit.

– Bed?

– Heeheeheehee…

– Why is there a bed in the studio?

“Why is there a bed? If someone passes out during a company dinner, I can just throw them there and go home since I don’t know their address.”

– Ah.

– That purpose…

“When I drink with someone, the other person usually passes out, but I don’t know any of the members’ home addresses, so I just put them here and leave. I don’t know the CEO’s home address either. That’s why I told you I just put her here last time.”

– Well…

– This is basically a special law for Vivian.

Jo A-yeong skillfully managed the aftermath of Hayoon’s departure, once again taking control of the stream’s flow.

Jo A-yeong’s birthday stream ended around 4 PM.

The main content was watching birthday congratulatory videos from fellow streamers and reading birthday letters from viewers.

Since the main content was essentially consolidating viewer loyalty through Jo A-yeong’s most powerful weapon, her I-cup chest, it didn’t require much time.

In fact, the 4-hour stream uptime was only possible because Jo A-yeong, with her appropriately ripe streaming experience, had pretended to dance and occasionally shared unreleased stories, leading the mood.

“Alright, let’s go to the restaurant.”

“Mmm, sounds delicious.”

Hayoon and Jo A-yeong, dressed in a suit and the Dongtan MILF look respectively, took a deluxe taxi they had called to get in the mood and headed to a nearby restaurant.

In fact, to completely hide Jo A-yeong’s identity, it would have been right to change out of the Dongtan MILF look, but…

‘My real identity has already been exposed…’

Hayoon had tried to protect it, but somehow, some people, as if they were hackers, had managed to find her real identity.

Of course, since BGG Company had only recruited members with above-average looks, there was no major damage to their image.

‘Even Jo A-yeong is…’

Her chest and face created a harmonious, top-tier visual.

Besides, perhaps because she had even worked as an accountant at a small company…

Her mentality was fundamentally quite strong…

“Why?”

“No, I was just wondering if it’s really okay to go in the clothes you wore on stream.”

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine. What are they going to do if they take a picture and post it? At most, they’ll drool over my chest for a bit. It’s obvious.”

“Hmm, well…”

She was more of the mindset of “if you want to take a picture, then take it.”

Getting her picture taken without her knowledge and having it circulate on online communities for a while before dying down seemed less bothersome and annoying than changing her clothes.

In a way, this might be because of her chest. Because her chest was large and pretty, her self-esteem was naturally high, and because her self-esteem was high, she didn’t care much about others’ opinions, making this possible.

“We have arrived. You may exit, ma’am.”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll use your service again next time.”

“Yes, I’ll be waiting.”

And so, upon arriving at the restaurant, Hayoon exchanged conventional farewells with the deluxe taxi driver and entered the restaurant. Since it was a famous restaurant that required a semi-formal dress code, the two of them felt even more nervous.

“Reservation under Min Hayoon.”

“Ah, you are a VIP. I will escort you to a couple’s room.”

They followed the guidance of the waiter at the counter.

“A couple’s room?”

“Why? We have to be cost-effective. Just because you have a lot of money doesn’t mean it’s right to spend it extravagantly.”

“No, I was just wondering if someone like you also saves money.”

“You have to save money to be able to spend it on unnie and the other members like this.”

“Aha.”

And so, Hayoon and Jo A-yeong whispered to each other as they moved.

“We will serve the dinner set you reserved in sequence. It will take some time for the appetizer to come out, so please wait a moment.”

While the waiter left after finishing his guidance.

In the couple’s room, which had become their private space.

Hayoon slyly took out the shopping bag she had brought from the Igloo.

“Unnie, I brought you a gift.”

“What gift?”

“Do you want to see it now, or after we eat?”

“Let’s see it now, now.”

“Okay, let’s do that.”

Hayoon readily nodded at Jo A-yeong’s clamor to see it right away, and the identity of the gift that finally emerged from the shopping bag was…

“It’s a bra…!”

It was a custom-made, luxury I-cup bra + panty lingerie set.

It was even a 2-piece set.

“The custom production cost alone was ₩500,000…!”

Thinking it was a spectacular gift, Hayoon praised herself with a “Heh…!”

“Uh, um…”

Jo A-yeong was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to react to this.