206. Live Broadcast

Lately, I’d been having this thought.

That life lacked excitement.

Every day, I woke up, ate, worked out, and filmed.

The only fresh excitement was sex, day after day.

But even that wasn’t as fresh as it used to be.

After all, it’s been quite a while since I started living with Joo-hyuk.

No matter how many different outfits I wore or positions we tried, the finale was always the same.

Being crushed firmly by Master, my belly filled with his cum.

It was an intoxicating feeling I couldn’t give up, but it couldn’t erase the anxiety growing in a corner of my heart.

Because I didn’t know how long he’d like me.

He’s the kind of man who lets me snoop through his phone or computer without complaint, acting all nonchalant.

But just as nonchalant, he openly meets other women.

I didn’t feel confident that I was special compared to them.

In the end, all I could do was become more special myself.

At least, I knew better than anyone else what kind of women he liked, what turned him on, and what his preferences were.

He liked fair skin, thick thighs, and slender arms.

He overwhelmingly preferred little to no body hair, and he liked breasts that were almost obsessively large.

He preferred cumming inside me whenever possible, and while he didn’t mind getting a facial, he always made sure I gargled afterward.

He absolutely loved it when I’d lather up soap and rub it on my breasts while we showered together.

He liked filming, even though he didn’t rewatch it often or cum anywhere specific.

He enjoyed various positions, but his favorite was suffocating me with kisses.

But strangely enough, the times I felt he was obsessed with me weren’t during sex, but simply when we were out and about.

The look on his face when he coached me at the gym seemed more tender than when he looked down at me after cumming.

When he walked down the street with his hand on my hip, I could see his shoulders practically reaching his ears.

Sometimes, when he sent me to the convenience store to buy condoms we wouldn’t even use, his bulge was noticeable through his pants.

Instead of getting angry or defensive when other men looked at me, he was the type to touch me possessively, like he was showing off.

When he did that sometimes right in the middle of a busy street, strangely, instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt a sense of elation.

Honestly, out of all the men who passed by, Joo-hyuk was the tallest and had the best body.

Just like how he felt superior touching me,

I felt superior being touched by him.

Now I understood why he managed my YouTube channel so meticulously.

I finally understood how thrilling it felt to have something you possessed acknowledged by others.

Even when that weird scandal with Jia broke out, I felt strangely good rather than annoyed or bothered.

It was amusing to think my Master was a man on par with Jia.

It was the same when I let him play around with Hinami.

…The reason I didn’t get too angry when I snooped through his phone last time and found tons of videos of him fucking Jia was similar.

If I was number one in his mind, I didn’t care who he had sex with.

Conversely, I couldn’t stand it if I wasn’t number one.

I couldn’t forgive him prioritizing someone else over me.

Forcing the joys of womanhood onto my body.

Changing my insides to fit his shape.

Making me a YouTuber, a celebrity, earning money through risqué videos.

And messing with my head so much that I felt superiority before jealousy watching him with other women.

It’s all Master’s fault.

I had recently finished planning everything I would do if he were to abandon me.

And also, what I would do to avoid being abandoned.

Everything was decided.

“Hello.”

Oh, live broadcast

Hello

Wow

While he was at the gym, I turned on my first live broadcast on YouTube.

I already had all the equipment from the start; I just needed a device to transfer footage from the camera to the computer.

Buying it secretly with the overflowing profits I’d accumulated wasn’t that difficult.

“Ah, it’s filling up so fast. This…”

My outfit was just my usual home clothes, with a cardigan and a blanket draped over me.

Not overly revealing, but angled just right to show a bit of my collarbone and cleavage.

Just sitting in a chair and starting the broadcast with absolutely no content, the viewer count was surprisingly climbing fast.

Instantly, 100 people.

150 people.

People were gathering even as I silently scanned the chat.

So pretty, unnie

Ooh la la

Noonaaaaaa

As I slowly read the increasingly fast-scrolling chat, I swallowed hard and glanced at the clock tucked away in the corner of the computer.

…Did I start too early?

It probably would have been fine to start a little later.

“Ah, this is my first time broadcasting, so it’s a bit dizzying…”

Still, I pretended to be flustered, checking each rapidly scrolling chat ID one by one.

At least it was dozens of times slower than when I appeared on someone else’s broadcast last time.

Honestly, it wasn’t too fast to read, but I played the part of a broadcasting novice, acting the way they expected me to.

This ID is someone I’m seeing for the first time.

That ID belongs to someone who always comments that my guitar playing is good.

This one’s the guy who used to make borderline comments about my body.

And that one’s my real fan, who’s subscribed to both my membership and OnlyFans.

It was surprisingly how many familiar IDs there were.

It was strange how they stuck in my memory even though I never paid close attention to IDs when reading comments.

It was also surprising that those memorable people showed up immediately just because I started an unscheduled broadcast.

…To the fact that I was more famous than I thought.

It made me feel a little better.

“I just turned this on because I was bored and wanted to interact. So please don’t expect too much…”

Yes

It’s okay

Where’s your boyfriend?

Go away, troll

Speaking in a calm voice, just like when I called, I acted naive, and a mix of friendly and aggressive comments flooded the chat.

Of course, the friendly comments were overwhelmingly dominant, but as soon as one person mentioned my boyfriend, a fight broke out in the chat, making me slightly dizzy.

I watched it happen, swallowed hard, and then cleared my throat before speaking confidently.

“My boyfriend went to work.”

The chat froze for a moment at my words.

Even the person who first asked me the question seemed surprised, perhaps not expecting a confident answer, and stopped typing the chat they’d been furiously sending.

Before the frozen chat could thaw, I spoke again, adding more.

“I have no intention of hiding him. I mentioned him from the beginning… Please don’t fight over things like this. I’m not a celebrity or anything…”

It was already public knowledge, reported in articles, so even people who didn’t know me personally knew.

The man involved in the scandal with Jia, apparently, was actually dating Jia’s older sister.

Turns out, those two were living together.

And they say they’re getting married within the year.

Of course, the last rumor was a lie, but at least among my subscribers, everyone except the foreigners knew this fact. And I was the type to reveal it upfront rather than hide it.

When I took the stance that having a boyfriend wasn’t an issue for a YouTuber, surprisingly, all the aggressive commenters disappeared, leaving only the normal ones, and the chat became pleasant again.

…Although the viewer count dropped by about 20 people momentarily.

It didn’t matter.

I wasn’t planning on making money from live broadcasts anyway.

On the broadcast, which had dipped slightly before returning to around 200 viewers, I continued reading the chat while nervously shaking my legs and keeping an eye on the clock.

…Even if it’s late, just one minute.

It’s time for him to be back, unless something unexpected happened.

“Ah… Wait, just a second.”

Ttiriri.

Precisely on time, a notification rang on my phone signaling the door lock had opened. I pretended to be startled, quickly turned off the monitor, and acted flustered.

But I made sure not to leave the room, waiting for him to come in.

“What the, where is she… Ah. Here you are.”

“Ah, you’re back…?”

“What are you doing in the soundproof booth?”

“Yeah, um. Just for a bit…”

Since I hadn’t greeted him at the door as usual, Joo-hyuk, who naturally found his way to the soundproof booth, threw off his jacket and strode confidently into the camera’s view.

Then, just like always, he came up behind me, hugged me tightly, buried his face in my neck, and sniffed.

“Ah, stop it. Don’t…! Stop, stop. Let’s go outside…”

“Why? You always do that to me…”

“Hey, wait. Not my breasts. Seriously…”

As his hands naturally moved towards my chest, about to grope me.

I pretended to be shocked, turned the monitor back on, pulled him out of the camera’s view, and whispered in his ear.

“…I was broadcasting.”

“What?”

“Live. I just turned on YouTube Live for a bit because I was bored…”

“…”

…In an instant.

His indifferent expression crumpled, and his face turned meaningful as he glanced at the monitor.

He swallowed hard, released me from his embrace, and then gestured with a single finger, wordlessly commanding me to clean up the mess.

I nodded, quickly moved back to the monitor, and checked the chat.

?

?

?

What is it

Fuck ㅋㅋ

Is that your boyfriend?

…I expected it, but the chat log was making me sweat.

Seeing it, I forced my lips into a neutral line and addressed them confidently, as if asking what the big deal was.

“Ah, sorry. I forgot it was time for my boyfriend to be back… We need to eat dinner. I’ll try broadcasting again later. Thank you for watching.”

I hastily ended the broadcast, which had momentarily surged to 300 viewers, and cautiously shifted my gaze to Joo-hyuk, who was calmly watching me from outside the camera frame.

“…You knew I was coming back when you started broadcasting, didn’t you.”

“…Knew what?”

“You started broadcasting knowing I’d come back and hug you, right?”

…Obviously.

He couldn’t possibly misunderstand my intentions, yet he interrogated me.

I didn’t answer him at all, simply sitting obediently on the chair and staring intently back at him.

“You should have said something. Why act like this? What if I had taken your clothes off?”

“…I was wearing a bra, so it was fine.”

“…Haeun-ah.”

His shadow gradually approached me.

Blocking the light, his hard body loomed over me.

“What would the viewers think seeing us like this?”

“…They’d say my boyfriend barged in during the broadcast, and we turned it off to have sex.”

“You know that, so why?”

I lightly traced circles on his hard body with my finger.

“…Because you like this kind of thing?”

“…”

Shedding all pretense of surprise, I gave him a practiced smile.

I took out my phone from my pocket, searched my name on the community forum, and showed it to him.

“Ah, posts are already up… Want to watch while we do it?”

“…Give it here.”

He saw the clip of him barging in, grabbing me tightly, and groping me, already circulating as a GIF.

He sighed deeply, clutching his neck, put down the phone, and then lifted me up.

“…Tell me beforehand next time, okay?”

“…I don’t want to! Kyaak…”

He did the exact same thing to me that people were teasing me about in the comments.

…Of course.

This time, it was a private recording, not a broadcast.