Chapter 64 : Discharge Rate

“Then let’s go back to the beginning, why do you want to make your broadcast popular? How far are you willing to go?”

Jin-ah asked, thinking to herself.

‘Honestly, she’s talented enough to easily hit 1,000 viewers if she turns on the cam and dresses a bit attractively.’

Bang Ha-yul had the potential to definitely become popular if she set her mind to it.

‘A pretty, current high school girl with big boobs, how can anyone not watch?’

Of course, compared to Jin-ah’s violently large breasts, they weren’t that impressive, but compared to other women on the street or her peers, her definitely large breasts seemed competitive enough.

‘On top of that, Diamond 1? She’s talented enough to destroy Switch.’

If she followed all of her producing, could she reach an average of 5,000 viewers?

Of course, she would have to sacrifice a few things for that.

‘But judging by the way this girl talks, I don’t think she can do that? I don’t even need her to be as nonchalant about sexual compliments as I am, but she needs to have some kind of back-and-forth to make the broadcast popular.’

As mentioned before, female cams are businesses that farm simps by playing the role of pseudo-girlfriends.

There are viewers who over-immerse themselves in the role of sweet boyfriends, telling her to fix her clothes even if she only reveals a little bit of her thighs or cleavage, but if she believes that and starts bundling herself up, the broadcast will fail!

At least she has to undress enough to make men’s hearts flutter, if she starts wearing something like a nun’s habit (not the perverted fantasy version, but the kind they actually wear in convents), the broadcast will fail in an instant.

If you’re thinking of doing business, female cams must wear a heart-fluttering girlfriend look (the more subtly daring, the better)!

Revealing your figure to some extent and responding well to s*x jokes up to a certain point is the secret to a successful broadcast!

From there, Jin-ah had one question.

How can a high school girl who is so loose that she doesn’t even wear a slip, who shortens her uniform so much that she looks quite uncomfortable, be too shy to turn on a cam?

No matter how separate broadcasting and private life are, isn’t the gap too big?

“……………Because I want to crush the noses of the kids who look down on me.”

After a long time of worrying, Bang Ha-yul finally opened her mouth.

She was beginning to reveal her true desires.

“I want to break the noses of the kids who ignore me!”

Bang Ha-yul clenched her fist, thinking of the kids in her class.

“I’m going to make my mom, who laughed at me for being useless, regret it too!”

The moment she thought of her mother, she felt so resentful that tears naturally welled up in her eyes.

“I don’t think so?”

However, Jin-ah immediately ridiculed that desire.

If you really wanted to crush their noses, you would have done everything you could.

You don’t turn on the cam, you don’t attract attention with the broadcast title, and yet you can confidently say that you really wanted to make your broadcast popular?

If you did your best and still didn’t become popular, that’s really unavoidable.

But was this really her best? If so, she would never be able to make her broadcast popular, right?

“But!”

“Why can’t a girl who walks around in that kind of slutty room salon wannabe look turn on a cam? I’m not asking you to show your panties, just dress reasonably modestly and turn on the cam, and you’ll secure 100 regular viewers.”

“Heuk!”

When Jin-ah gave her a sharp word, Bang Ha-yul’s face turned blue and she started to tear up as if she was about to cry.

“Why are you crying again? You’re the one who likes to dress like that, right?”

“I didn’t wear it because I liked it!”

‘What the f*ck is she talking about again? If I make a joke about a knife-wielding robber, she’ll really cry, right?’

Jin-ah used superhuman patience to barely refrain from asking if a knife-wielding robber had threatened to stab her to death if she didn’t shorten her uniform.

If she made such a remark because she was too caught up in the joke, she really would make the kid cry.

“If I wear this, I thought the kids would pay attention to me, but nothing works out…………….”

Bang Ha-yul was an outcast.

That means she was being subtly ostracized.

She wasn’t being blatantly bullied, beaten, or extorted, but she was being completely ostracized by the girls in her class.

She ate lunch alone, and if there was a group project in class, she was always left until the end and only joined the remaining group when the teacher pointed it out.

The reason was that she made the boy that the class’s popular girl liked fall in love with her.

A pretty face and a well-proportioned figure were basic, and her liking PC rooms more than cafes and sleeping at school and secretly playing games in the early morning was the ideal type for boys.

As a result, a boy who had a crush on her confessed to Ha-yul, but Ha-yul rejected him, saying it was too much of a burden.

Ha-yul had no intention of dating a man.

Because Ha-yul was actually afraid of men.

The reason for that was that she had genuinely fought with a boy in middle school.

She thought she would definitely win because she was much bigger, but she was crushed.

The little boy, who was subtly intimidated because of his small size, gave it his all.

Ha-yul was an active person who often ran around outside when she was bored, but she couldn’t overcome the gender difference that she was born with.

Even though the other person was a little kid who hadn’t even gone through puberty properly.

From the result of that fight, she realized that even if she was more than a hand taller, she was still a girl, and the other person was still a boy, no matter how small he was.

The memory of being ignored and brutally trampled on even when begging for mercy was too much for a girl to endure.

Since that day, she had cut off interest in ball games represented by soccer and basketball, and instead switched to computer games.

She thought she wouldn’t feel the difference much in games where she only moved her fingers, wrists, and arms.

But even if she ran away like that, only the memory of being painfully beaten remained, so she shouldn’t fight with men, she shouldn’t mess with men, that thought was deeply rooted in her subconscious, and as a result, she had reached the point where she instinctively thought that she shouldn’t get involved with men.

She had now become a person who couldn’t even have a proper conversation with a man, couldn’t make eye contact, and could never spend time with them.

Returning to the story of the school, she rejected the boy, but the class’s popular girl, who liked that boy, didn’t like it and started ostracizing Bang Ha-yul.

How dare you reject the boy I like? That’s probably what she was thinking.

The psychology of high school girls is very complicated.

Being an outcast was much worse than blatantly bullying, beating, and extorting.

The latter could be reported and a school violence committee could be opened, but how could the former be solved.

There was no way to punish someone for simply not playing with you in Korean schools.

She tried to force herself to follow the trend and shorten her uniform, but there was no effect except that the rumor that she was a slut was added to the rumors that were subtly circulating.

No, there was an effect.

The gazes of the boys in the class glancing at her bursting buttocks and breasts increased, making her feel more burdened.

Around that time, she started to hate going to school, and now she was skipping school like she ate.

Her mother, who barely cared about Ha-yul anymore, scolded Ha-yul for not going to school, but didn’t bother to understand why she didn’t want to go to school.

‘I want everyone to look at me again.’

You all don’t understand me.

I’m a much, much more valuable, much more amazing person.

Bang Ha-yul’s defense mechanism had now gone that far.

If she became a popular streamer on ThatTube, which her peers were crazy about and immersed in, the evaluation of those around her would be completely reversed.

That’s how Bang Ha-yul’s logic circuit unfolded.

However, when she tried to turn on the cam, she was afraid of the gazes and evaluations of strangers, and if she emphasized that she was a high school girl, it felt like she was really becoming a slut, as the kids at school said.

Men were scary, and even if it was just a piece of data beyond the monitor, she didn’t want to be easily exposed to that gaze.

Because she was scared.

That’s why she didn’t want to go to school, she wanted her broadcast to be popular, she didn’t want to turn on the cam, and she didn’t want to show off her femininity, completing a terrible hybrid.

And if her broadcast failed, and even her last mental defense mechanism that she was better than others was broken?

The end probably wouldn’t be good.

Crack, crumble, crumble.

But all of that was too shameful and miserable, so Bang Ha-yul couldn’t tell it all to the woman she had met for the first time today.

Because she’s a high school girl, she’ll be forgiven for whining.

If she were a high school boy, I would have strangled her with a bench press bar.

However, Jin-ah, who was a senior former mental patient, was instinctively feeling it even without hearing all the details.

This kid, if things go wrong any more, she’ll die soon.

Because she had that unique atmosphere of a mentally broken human being.

“I don’t know. Let’s do a collab once and think about it.”

She wanted her broadcast to be popular and to see a tomorrow where she didn’t want to die at all these days because she had met an benefactor named So-eun.

So she wanted this kid to be like that too.

With that small wish, Jin-ah wanted to give Bang Ha-yul a big opportunity.

“Huh?”

“I can’t resist a Diamond 1 high school girl duo. I’ll attract a lot of attention, and then you can take care of the rest.”

Honestly, there’s no way Bang Ha-yul knows men’s hearts as well as she does.

Because she was a twenty-something man whose life was ruined by watching Switch itself.

But Bang Ha-yul’s broadcast, which wasn’t, would probably falter many times.

She would make mistakes in her tightrope walk with viewers and face countless crises of failure.

Even so, wouldn’t she feel unfair if she didn’t try it once?

To give up without doing anything.

“Collab today, go.”

So let’s give her a chance once.

That’s how the greatest duo in history was formed.