207. Live Broadcast (2)

After ejaculating generously inside Haeun’s pussy, I lie on the bed for a moment, catching my breath.

The camera is still pointed towards the chair.

The camera that had been broadcasting Haeun until just now wouldn’t have recorded our lewd acts, but that wasn’t really important anyway.

Anyone who watched even a bit of Haeun’s broadcast would know.

What might have happened after the camera turned off and the broadcast ended.

I never intended to hide it from the start, nor did I particularly want to.

She’s not an idol.

She’s a woman who doesn’t need to be particularly pure.

“Heh heh…”

Haeun, who had been languishing under my weight, clung to my body, pretending to shift as she breathed raggedly.

Her attire was not much different from before.

I had only taken off her cardigan and pants.

She covered her skin, imbued with my scent, with her underwear, and clung to my side, fiddling with her phone and giggling about something that amused her so much.

“What are you laughing so hard about?”

“No, just… look at this. I’m already trending.”

On the phone Haeun held out was a video of her and me, accompanied by hundreds of comments.

It was a video of Haeun, startled by sensing a presence while broadcasting, getting flustered, then being pulled into the room by me, hugged, and groped all over.

People who knew Haeun, as well as strangers drawn in by the title ‘Seo Jia’s older sister,’ were happily fighting amongst themselves, leaving all sorts of comments.

‘Poor neckbeards,’ ‘They’re like this,’ ‘They’re like that.’

‘Didn’t you know they all act like that behind the scenes of female streamers?’

Comments insulting the viewers, like ‘Don’t watch camgirls, go get a girlfriend,’ were abundant.

“I think there are more people insulting your fans than insulting me.”

“Well… fans curse at each other in sports too, right? Isn’t it similar?”

“Indeed. Still, it’s not just people cursing, though.”

However, there were quite a few people who were unnecessarily annoyed by those mainstream opinions, with many comments asking why she was being criticized for weird reasons when she’s a cosplayer known for complaining about boyfriends and had only just started live-streaming.

Of course, if you think about it, the latter is closer to the truth.

While running her YouTube channel, Haeun never even brought up the topic of simulated romance, and far from hiding my existence, she revealed it herself.

What was peculiar was that looking at the usernames of those defending her, quite a few seemed to be fans of Seo Jia or Hinami.

Perhaps it was because their fandom, which had been brutally attacked over a tabloid not long ago, had their atmosphere instantly flipped when Haeun officially confirmed on Instagram that I was dating her, leading them to develop a slight favorable impression.

Of course, there was no chance those people would feel favorably towards me, nor should they.

…In fact, it would be a disaster if my name came up there often.

“…Still, considering how much they’re fighting, these people aren’t arguing about this.”

“About what?”

“What you and Joo-hyuk did after turning off the broadcast.”

“…There’s no point fighting about that.”

However, if there was one commonality between both sides, it was that they knew what we did after the broadcast ended.

In such ordinary yet rather revealing attire.

What would unfold after a boyfriend she lived with came home and hugged her the moment he saw her.

It was something even a sexually awakened middle schooler couldn’t fail to know.

Having done exactly what they expected, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction and stroked Haeun’s hair as she clung to me.

“It was good I revealed it from the start. If I had hidden it, I think I would have received tons of hate.”

“It wasn’t something that could be hidden in the first place.”

“…Yet you hid things so well with Hinami?”

“I’m not cohabiting with her.”

Behind the scenes.

Outside the camera’s focus.

In that space where everyone knows what preparations are made and what conversations take place, but no one has a chance to see unless they are directly involved.

I caress the collarbone of the cohabiting guitarist and famous cosplayer, savoring this languid atmosphere.

…It felt a bit different from the thrilling sensation I felt that day.

Unlike the dark room back then, where I secretly reaped rewards by deceiving and betraying others.

This position, where I could confidently look down on them while pretending to be flustered, without needing to hide from anyone, was also an extremely good place for me.

“…Still, considering how much they’re fighting, these people aren’t arguing about this.”

“About what?”

“What you and Joo-hyuk did after turning off the broadcast.”

“…There’s no point fighting about that.”

However, if there was one commonality between both sides, it was that they knew what we did after the broadcast ended.

In such ordinary yet rather revealing attire.

What would unfold after a boyfriend she lived with came home and hugged her the moment he saw her.

It was something even a sexually awakened middle schooler couldn’t fail to know.

Having done exactly what they expected, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction and stroked Haeun’s hair as she clung to me.

“It was good I revealed it from the start. If I had hidden it, I think I would have received tons of hate.”

“It wasn’t something that could be hidden in the first place.”

“…Yet you hid things so well with Hinami?”

“I’m not cohabiting with her.”

“Joo-hyuk-ah.”

“Yeah?”

“Shall I turn on the broadcast now?”

“What?”

“Just… let’s turn on the broadcast. …If posts are being made on various sites, isn’t that incredibly successful noise marketing?”

“…”

Her words weren’t wrong.

Being featured on the main page of major sites meant she got publicity that would be hard to buy even with considerable money.

Whether it was positive advertising or not didn’t really matter.

After all, what we were selling was far from wholesome.

“…I’ll put my clothes back on first.”

Whether she took my silence as affirmation, Haeun got off my arm and picked up the dolphin pants she had taken off.

She put on the cardigan that was beside them too, looking just as she did during the live broadcast earlier.

The only difference was that her baby hairs were damp with sweat and stuck slightly to her face.

And the fact that she was holding my semen inside, unseen by the camera.

“…Haeun-ah, I’m really turning it on, okay? Stop me now if you’re going to.”

“Turn it on.”

“…”

“…Turn it on. Let me say hello too.”

I too followed her, picked up my clothes, and placed my hand on Haeun’s shoulder, waiting for the broadcast to start.

An act I could never do with Hinami or Seo Jia, unless I wanted to be buried alive.

Behind Haeun, who confidently turned on the broadcast with a slightly nervous expression, having secured a woman I could proudly show off to people, I touched my hair.

…Will they notice I’m sweating?

Should I say I did weights?

Will they believe me?

“…Ah, hello.”

-??

-?

-What is this?

Seeing the broadcast turn back on just 30 minutes after ending the first one, a huge number of people started flooding the chat window, more than before.

Actually, I couldn’t see her broadcast, so I don’t know how many people were watching initially, but it was certainly fewer than this.

Already 100.

200.

500.

As enough people gathered to make a living just from broadcasting, Haeun greeted the viewers one by one with a slightly more nervous expression than when she first started.

I stood blankly behind Haeun, massaging her shoulder.

From the chat window scrolling up so fast it hurt my eyes, I picked out and read only the messages mentioning my name.

-Kang Joo-hyuk, you fucking bastard, aren’t you coming back?

-Joo-hyuk-ah, is it nice dating the Director’s daughter?

…Judging by the rough language, probably my fan.

More accurately, a fan of our team.

Given how our team’s bullpen keeps blowing games these days, it was understandable they’d miss even me, someone who retired half a year ago and hadn’t made the first team in years.

Surprised by the sheer variety of people gathered in the chat, I snickered with my face hidden from the camera, adjusted my smile, then leaned my chin deeply onto Haeun’s shoulder.

“Haeun-ah, what’s the chat saying?”

“Ah, please stay still for a second. It’s my first time with this too…”

A familiar conversation, the kind long-term couples might have.

As my face appeared on screen, the chat window, already scrolling fast, soon surpassed four digits and began to heat up.

-Sex

-sex

-What were you two doing after the broadcast?

-cex

-Fucking look at how your hair is stuck to your cheek from sweat lol

-So fucking hot

-Noona, show more tits please

-Show your armpits

-The streamer’s uterus must be full of cum;

-Show your pussy before you go

I took the mouse instead, banned the bastards jumping out of line for now.

Looking at the chat window that showed no signs of calming down, I stroked the hair of the extremely flustered Haeun.

Banning people was difficult because the chat sped up every time physical contact occurred, but by silently clicking the mouse and removing only the comments that could be grounds for a lawsuit, the chaotic chat window was brought slightly back within the lines.

“Ah, well… the chat is going too fast, I can’t say anything. Ahaha…”

“Hello everyone.”

Looking at the chat window, which had barely returned to a controllable level, I offered the greeting first instead of the nervous Haeun and observed the reactions.

An atmosphere that seemed both good and bad, fierce yet enjoyable.

Wouldn’t it be exactly like the atmosphere when a visiting baseball player steps onto the home team’s cheering section?

They are indeed great people, so I’m interested.

But they aren’t on my side, so they aren’t favorable.

Catching that strange atmosphere, I hugged Haeun from behind as they wished and gently pinched her stomach fat over her top.

-Ooh

-Damn;;

-Crazy

-So did you have sex?

In an instant, the insults telling male bastards to get lost disappeared, and they united as one.

It was fucking ridiculous yet funny, but even so, I couldn’t tease Haeun further as they wished.

She’s a YouTuber with a boyfriend, not an actress filming porn with her boyfriend.

That dirty and vulgar position was something to leave to our anonymous Twitter user, Miss @bhunjimko.

“Everyone, please don’t fight too much. We didn’t do anything.”

“Ah, yes. I turned off the broadcast too suddenly, which was a hassle for the fans, so Joo-hyuk told me to turn it back on…”

I tried to communicate with them by telling blatant lies that even a middle schooler wouldn’t believe, but unfortunately, not a single wise viewer believed our falsehoods.

“Anyway, uh. I apologize. I inappropriately came home while she was broadcasting…”

-Nah

-I’m not a fan anyway lol

-So tell me what you did after turning off the broadcast, you fucking bitch lol

As I apologized casually in a tone that could sound like taunting depending on the listener, strangely, no one seemed genuinely hurt; only excited people remained, enjoying themselves with us.

Of course, communication was impossible, but it was a relationship where everyone’s thoughts were obvious.

At this point, with over 1500 viewers, how many could possibly be Haeun’s actual fans?

They must all be people who came out of curiosity after seeing the popular posts on community sites.

So, I offered excuses that they’d likely ignore to those who enjoyed the spectacle, stepped away from the camera, and passed the baton to Haeun.

“Ahaha, I’m sorry. Uh, it’s my first broadcast, so I’m a bit clumsy…”

After receiving the baton, she continued the “communication” broadcast, where communication didn’t actually connect.

I lay down on the bed right behind the camera, not far away, watching the broadcast.

I searched through communities likely chattering about us in real time to see what stories might be unfolding behind the scenes.

-Evidence that the broadcaster who went viral just had sex.jpg

Hair stuck to cheek

Ears slightly red

Cardigan wrinkled

Tank top disheveled

Isn’t it obvious even without seeing?

Wow. The bastards who didn’t even know Haeun are the most excited.

Seeing that, I gave a double thumbs-up to the great detective, then lay down on the bed and watched her broadcast live from the closest seat.

Watching her have precarious conversations with people who came to watch the spectacle unfold, without any actual content.

Viewing her naked body, still plentifully on my phone, silently too.

…It was quite decent entertainment, better than I expected.

Enough that I’d want to try it a few more times if the opportunity arises.