211. Exposure (3)

He left.

Truthfully, a corner of my chest still harbored suspicion that he was up to something, but Kang Joo-hyuk left, surprisingly, without a second thought.

He didn’t stop me from deleting my account, nor did he force any unfair demands upon me.

No matter how much I thought about it, his attitude didn’t feel like a staged act.

That meant someone had figured out the reality of the photo I posted.

Perhaps the reason I suspected him until the end was because I was afraid of that.

If Kang Joo-hyuk had done this to trick me, like usual, it would have meant he wasn’t caught by anyone.

I couldn’t hold onto that futile hope anymore.

It was time to admit I’d been found out by someone.

What was fortunate, at least, was that it wasn’t my identity that was exposed, but Kang Joo-hyuk’s.

Of course, if the person who sent me a DM was my fan, as he said… it would mean I was exposed too.

Likewise, according to his words, they had no intention of spreading it anywhere.

The fact that someone recognized my lewd appearance doesn’t matter at all.

What mattered was whether it spread externally or not.

I decided to get my act together, finally, and tried to find out who had sent me the DM, alone in the room.

But then I realized, because I’d deleted my account, I couldn’t remember the ID.

Vaguely, I remembered a few letters, but definitely…

“…?”

As I picked up the letters floating around in my head and put them together, a familiar word was formed.

…Soo-ah unnie’s ID.

I don’t know why this suddenly came to mind.

Was it because ‘m’ was in both IDs?

Or was it because this was the only ID I’d ever snooped on in my life?

Because an unexpected person popped into my head, I, quite flustered, clutched my phone and sent him a message.

-DM Please tell me the ID of who sent it

-@muziha26

The reply came back quickly.

Memorizing the ID he sent and comparing it with the ID in my head, I could realize why I’d thought of Soo-ah unnie’s ID.

…Soo-ah unnie’s ID was mizua.

No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like an ID with just the vowels swapped.

Was the ‘h’ mixed in because her surname is Hwang?

The numbers were probably just randomly thrown in.

I couldn’t believe a close acquaintance had done this to me, so I rubbed my eyes several times, but no matter how I looked at it, it seemed too suspicious to dismiss as a coincidence.

Besides, if it was Soo-ah unnie, it wouldn’t be strange if she figured out it was Kang Joo-hyuk just by looking at the photo.

Since we meet every single day while working part-time, it would actually be stranger if she didn’t notice.

The problem is, if Hwang Soo-ah really sent the DM, there’s a high chance she also realized the woman in the photo was me.

…What should I do?

Should I contact her and ask directly?

If I’m wrong about this, that would be truly insane.

Or should I just pretend I don’t know?

Who knows what Hwang Soo-ah might do to me?

Come to think of it, Soo-ah unnie was strangely interested in me.

Just because she’s gay or bisexual, is there any proof she didn’t do this to target my body?

“….”

In the end, unable to bear the anxiety, I sent him a DM.

Since I’d found a suspect, I asked him to come upstairs.

I swallowed my pride a little and asked him.

But he…

Even after 5 minutes.

Even after an hour.

He didn’t read or reply to my DM.

Nor did he come upstairs.

…As if this trivial problem…

…wasn’t important at all.

**

“Mmmph…, chup, …heuuup…”

…This is driving me crazy.

When I went upstairs for a moment and came back down, Haeun was kneeling in front of the entrance, wearing only an apron.

Really wearing nothing else, just an apron.

And without a word, as soon as I took off my shoes, she pulled down my pants and took my cock into her mouth.

“Hey, let’s do this after you shower? Huh?”

“Phew…, ha. I know you already showered when you got off work from the gym, you idiot…”

Of course, I wasn’t saying no.

It just pricked my conscience.

Because I hadn’t come straight home after work; I’d stopped upstairs first.

It wasn’t like I went there to cheat, and I knew she wouldn’t mind even if I did, but I also knew telling her honestly wouldn’t make her happy.

“Ngh…, uhhh…”

Now, without needing to put her hands on my head, looking down at her swallowing my cock whole automatically, my attention was caught by my buzzing phone.

…It’s probably Seo Jia asking something, but is it okay to check it here?

But looking up at me with those eyes while she lewdly serviced my cock, I felt a bit reluctant to contact Seo Jia.

Lost in thought for a moment, holding her slightly pulling waist, I swallowed hard.

A good idea suddenly struck me; I took out my phone, held it horizontally, and pretended to focus on her face.

“V…”

Her, with my cock in her mouth, showing me her index and middle fingers towards the lens.

But I didn’t capture that on camera; after quickly replying to the DM I received, I turned on the camera belatedly.

Even during that time, Haeun, who kept making the ‘V’ sign, only lowered her hand and spat my cock out of her mouth after hearing the camera’s ‘click’.

“Pha…, ah. Why did that take so long…”

“…Someone contacted me briefly, so I had to reply.”

“Oh?”

I considered making an excuse like ‘the focus wasn’t right,’ but it was pointless anyway.

Since both she and I practically share phones, there was nothing to hide, nor any reason to hide it.

It was just that I thought revealing it during this wasn’t polite, so I delayed telling her.

“Why are you doing this right after you got back? We could eat and rest first.”

“…I just turned off my stream.”

“What? No, your YouTube wasn’t on…”

“Well, I streamed on a different platform. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

But she started saying things I hadn’t imagined, as if she’d prepared an event behind my back.

I was trying to be polite to her, but she seemed to have no intention of being polite to her viewers.

Or maybe not. For a female streamer who openly admits she’s living with her boyfriend, the kind of people who’d come watch her might actually consider doing this behind the scenes as the polite thing to do.

“Anyway, well. Quite a few people tuned in this time too. Around 500? Even though I streamed elsewhere, quite a lot of people came. Oh, and I got a lot of donations too?”

“Donations for what.”

“Lame-ass donations. Well, someone gave me 1,000 won and indirectly called me a slut?”

“…What slut are you talking about.”

“Exactly. …You’re the only man who’s fucked me.”

With the lips that had been streaming just moments ago, she took my cock into her mouth, licking my glans. She gave a devilishly charming smile, got up, and pulled my hand under her apron.

…Ah, fuck. If I fall for this again, it’ll be trouble.

But the pinkish bumps constantly brushing against the back of my hand kept pulling my exposed cock upwards.

I still needed to find out who sent the DM, and consider what her little sister might do.

The things I absolutely had to do kept getting pushed back in priority, while the urge to thrust my cock in felt like it was being pulled forward.

“…Go into the room for now. Let me get some water.”

“…Okay.”

I stretched my patience to its limit, sent her back into the room, tore off my clothes violently, poured water down my throat, and then completely forgot about what I had to do before rushing into the room.

I only realized I’d shoved my phone back in my pocket and left it lying in the living room after I sat down on the bed.

Since Haeun’s phone was in the room anyway, I didn’t really care.

As for the photos, well.

It didn’t matter if I took them with mine or Haeun’s.

**

A heavy guilt for having done something wrong weighed down on my heart.

…I’m crazy.

Why did I do it, really?

Was I driven mad by lust?

As a virgin, did I really want to watch other people have sex like that, all alone and in secret?

Maybe… if I had seduced a normal guy and dated him, I wouldn’t have done this?

…Ha, no.

As long as I don’t get caught, that’s all that matters.

I almost did something wrong, but I haven’t actually blackmailed anyone yet, right?

But just in case, I deleted my Twitter account and decided to bury it all, pretending nothing happened.

Right, whether an acquaintance is having sex or a group orgy, what business is it of mine?

Whether the people in the video were the Boss and Jia, or someone I didn’t even know, it had nothing to do with me.

Besides, the account is gone now, right?

If you only look at the outcome, there’s nothing bad about it.

They probably stopped because they thought it was too risky.

“Hoo…”

Not wanting to dwell on bad thoughts, I sighed and browsed the online broadcasting community I always visited.

…Ah, the Boss’s girlfriend is streaming again.

Of all things, the person I was trying to forget just popped up online, making me feel quite uncomfortable.

Ha, shit. Normally, I’d excitedly go watch an acquaintance’s stream.

Despite complaining verbally, I naturally clicked the link and entered the Boss’s girlfriend’s stream.

But what appeared on the screen wasn’t her, but another streamer.

Ah… she must have ended her stream and hosted someone else here.

I lost interest instantly and was about to close it, but strangely, the hosted streamer ended her broadcast before I could.

And then.

A blank camera screen suddenly appeared squarely on my monitor.

-Ugh…, uh…, Maaa…ster…

-Fuck….

Very faintly.

Barely audible.

Sound echoing from beyond the wall, or from the other side.

Figuring out what that meant

was not difficult at all.

-?

-?

Only a few people remained in the chat, typing question marks.

…This.

I know this.

It’s a bug, this.

A bug where it seems off, but it’s still running…