Making Friends With Streamers by Hacking!

## Chapter 15: Taking Responsibility for the Lonely Yoga Instructor Who Got a Taste for Dick♥

"..."

─[LookingForFuckBuddy0106XXXXXXX]: What are you doing?

─[ThighLicker]: What's this? Is the screen frozen?

─[WomenAreAss]: Hurry up and dance, you slut~!

─[StickyRiceCake]: She seems off today

Ha Yeon-su in her underwear, blankly staring at the camera, belatedly comes to her senses as if waking up.

She momentarily zoned out, forgetting she was even supposed to be dancing.

"Ah, I'm sorry..."

She apologizes to the phone camera and tries to continue her dance, but she just can't get into it.

As if having a moment of self-awareness, she feels the meaninglessness of what she's doing.

The adult broadcast she used to enjoy has degenerated into just passing idle time.

'Forget it, let's stop.'

It seems obvious she's forcing herself anyway, so she decides to end it shortly here.

Though money and image are at stake, this income is just supplementary anyway.

Also, she no longer has much lingering attachment to adult broadcasting.

"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today. I'll end the broadcast here."

─[WomenBouncyDaisuki]: Ah why!?

─[StickyRiceCake]: Wtf I paid money, are you joking?

─[WaistRollingBangBang]: Thanks for the show

─[WomenAreAss]: Did I cross a line? I'll apologize, so please continue a bit more...

"I'm sorry... If you come again next time, I'll work harder."

The chat window scrolled quickly in the channel with only 200 viewers, but she ignored it all and pressed the end recording button to turn it off.

She puts down the mask she was wearing on a nearby table and rubs her face dry.

"Sigh..."

Her sighs have increased noticeably.

To maintain her daily routine, she brushes her teeth and lies in bed, but sleep doesn't come.

She just tosses and turns here and there on the large bed she has all to herself.

After rolling left and right as if getting X-rays taken, she raises her upper body and looks around the bed.

'We did it here...'

To be honest, she can't think of anything but Cha Seon-woo.

Since that time when she was blackmailed and forcibly had her body indulged, Ha Yeon-su has only thought of that sly face.

She wonders if she's really become a perverted slut for longing for intimacy with her blackmailer, but her body is too honest.

It's already been over a month, but the memories of that time are still vivid.

Every time she recalls it, she unconsciously slips her fingers between her wet thighs.

It wasn't simply because Cha Seon-woo's thing was big.

Cha Seon-woo did more than that.

He excited her by licking and sucking her while using all sorts of dirty words.

Moreover, she loved how he pounced on her like a dog and licked her eagerly.

In other words, their sexual compatibility was perfect.

Like the last puzzle piece finally found after being lost, he was the sticky man who satisfied all five of her senses that Ha Yeon-su had longed for so much.

When they had sex that time, he seemed satisfied too, and she was extremely satisfied.

Because of that, she wanted to propose being sex friends at the end, but she held back since that seemed truly slutty.

Still, as a famous instructor and successful celebrity, the image of her desperately clinging to a blackmailer who forced her into sex seemed too degrading.

"Mmm... Ungh...! Huu..."

She even tries masturbating, which she doesn't usually do, inserting her middle finger to somehow recreate that time.

She tries hard, squirming alone on the bed, but soon the heat fades and she stops.

It's different after all.

This shoddy orgasm can never satisfy her.

It was the same with other men too.

Because of the males who only said words to flatter her with sluggish movements, she missed him even more.

The nights have become so long since that day due to how much she longs for him.

Rather than this, she even hoped the blackmail photos would spread so she'd have an excuse to meet him.

Though it was an extremely radical choice that could lead to her ruin, Ha Yeon-su imagined even that far.

But thinking rationally, even without such extremes, there was one chance, just one chance that would come if she waited.

'Even if he doesn't come to the academy anymore, he has to come once anyway.'

She sighs again, about to fall asleep in bed.

'I can barely sleep properly every day, I need to settle this somehow...'

As if making a resolution, she lies down and tightly grips the blanket.

She keeps fidgeting her thighs, but it's far from enough to reach climax.

The lonely night is far too long.

***

[Dear customer Cha Seon-woo, your one-month trial period for Ha Yeon-su's Pilates & Yoga has expired. Please return your locker room key.]

Is this the next directive?!

I got excited for a moment, but then cooled off at the simple macro text message.

Come to think of it, I didn't return the key.

It's already been over a month since I quit the academy, so the time has come to return the key.

"..."

I blankly fixate on the name Ha Yeon-su in the message.

That unbelievable lower body line rises up every time I recall it.

Especially when she's wearing violent clothes that reveal her lines like yoga wear.

I wonder if I'll be able to see her again if I go... I mutter before shaking my head.

Thinking of the academy reminds me of that den of demons with the bulges.

Plus, meeting Ha Yeon-su violates the principle I've kept of avoiding contact as much as possible, so I'll avoid encountering her.

'...Though lately I've been breaking all the principles I've kept.'

Though the text came in the morning, I get up leisurely around lunchtime to avoid the morning hours.

I take the quiet subway and enter the academy.

"What brings you here?"

"I came to return the key."

"Yes, ah... Customer Cha Seon-woo, was the exercise not effective? Are you not interested in extending for just one more month?"

"No."

"I understand. Your return has been processed, and thank you for using our training center."

A polite bow with both hands at the navel.

Even though I firmly stated my position, the female receptionist in leggings responds kindly.

'Should I go?'

Since there's nothing more to do here anyway, I boldly turn around.

Then,

"S-Seon-woo!"

Someone calls me from behind.

I stop and turn back to see Instructor Ha Yeon-su standing there.

She's still wearing those arousing black leggings pulled up high-waisted and a tank top revealing her cleavage. She's wearing yoga clothes that drive men crazy.

The fatally protruding hip line in the same yoga clothes as the receptionist in front is striking.

Moreover, her tied-up hair is quite wet, as if she ran all the morning classes without a substitute.

'Fuck, this is really driving me crazy.'

The appropriate sweat smell and the glossy sheen of clear water on her white skin.

Though it must be the same smell, I don't know why women's sweat is so exciting and sexy.

At the same time, it excites me by making her skin look more moist.

'By the way, I deliberately avoided the morning hours, what business does she have...?'

"Yes, hello...?"

Since she greeted me first, I awkwardly scratch the back of my head and return the greeting.

As our eyes meet head-on, she seems to subtly avoid them, making a cute high-pitched nasal sound.

"Are you quitting? Just when you were following along so well..."

"Ah, well, the atmosphere doesn't really suit me..."

"It's such a shame though. Won't you try a bit more?"

"I usually go to the gym. I came here thinking I'd try something different, but the gym suits me better after all."

"Still... I... Okay, one month! How about if I specially extend it for free for one month so you can be more patient?"

"An extension?"

'...Is she trying to make a sale?'

But there's no particular reason for a famous instructor to try selling to me, just an ordinary male student A.

"If you do, I could even teach you one-on-one personally..."

She'll even tutor me? The guy who blackmailed her?

Why? How come? WHY?

I rack my brains thinking there must be a reason, and just as I wonder if maybe...

"You'll teach personally?"

Some man suddenly cuts in from the side.

I turn to look and am startled by the black tights.

It's a Y-shaped men's yoga outfit, but a very stylish type.

Unlike the tights with a skirt type I used to wear, it's trunk-style pants with leggings underneath.

He's a bit taller than me, and even as a man, I can see his body lines are quite graceful.

Overall he's a refreshingly handsome type, like a sports athlete.

'Is this the male instructor who's in charge of the afternoon classes?'

Ha Yeon-su awkwardly greets him.

"Ah... Instructor Kang Woo-seok, you're out early."

"Yeah~ I'm overflowing with energy today. More importantly, I heard talk of one-on-one coaching, could I not do it?"

"Pardon? Ah... This is a special service I'm offering to a student."

"Still, I'd like to join somehow... Is it not possible?"

"What coaching would a famous instructor who's already won tons of awards need?"

"Still, if it's Yeon-su's lesson, I'd love to take it even if I have to pay."

"Hahaha...."

Ha Yeon-su laughs awkwardly while pulling her body back.

"Actually, it's not a lesson, I'm just trying to make a sale."

"Haha, someone like Ha Yeon-su doesn't need to go out of her way to make sales."

"Male customers are rare, so it's good for expanding our future customer base too..."

"If it's about expanding the customer base, I'd work harder to promote if you raised my salary."

Lowering his waist as if whispering,

"Or other bonuses would be good too. Hehehe."

"Ahaha..."

Ha Yeon-su laughs very awkwardly, frozen stiff, while Kang Woo-seok laughs leisurely.

Though I've only watched for a moment, Instructor Kang Woo-seok in front seems very interested in Ha Yeon-su.

His flirting is obvious at a glance.

Ha Yeon-su seems burdened by Kang Woo-seok's attention and tries to avoid him.

Overall she looks wary of men's advances, but for that, she strangely offered me private lessons on unusually good terms.

It might be my delusion, but just as I wonder if this situation might be real... my phone rings.

A smile spreads across my face as I check the notification.

My suspicion turns to certainty.

"Do you happen to have time this evening? A nice restaurant opened."

"I'm sorry. I eat my meals according to my routine."

"Ah~ right. Then shall I specially cook you a protein dish? I can make it deliciously, low-sodium."

"I'm eating pre-made products, so there's no need to go that far─"

"Excuse me, Instructor Ha Yeon-su."

"Yes?"

"You said you'd give private lessons if I keep attending, right?"

"What? Ah... Yes, yes yes yes!"

"Learning in front of everyone was a bit embarrassing, but the condition of getting private lessons is appealing. If you're done with work, shall we go out and talk over lunch?"

I cut into the conversation to rescue Ha Yeon-su who's suffering from the overzealous instructor.

"Sh-shall we? Come to think of it, I do feel a bit hungry now..."

Ha Yeon-su immediately clings to the rope I'm extending, as if jumping down.

"Okay, then let's go."

"But my clothes are a bit sweaty... I'll just put on an outer layer in the director's office."

"I'll wait. Ah, I don't know any famous restaurants, but an ordinary place should be fine, right? Haha."

"Yes."

"..."

Ha Yeon-su, who went into the director's office and came back just wearing a padded jacket, follows me timidly.

She follows without even caring about her outfit - just a padded jacket roughly covering her sweat-soaked yoga clothes.

As I escort Ha Yeon-su like that and try to go down the stairs, I receive a glare.

Male Pilates instructor Kang Woo-seok, still standing in the same spot like a Jeju Island stone statue, shoots lasers at us with displeasure.

But there was no way for him to stop us.

As we leave the academy, I subtly put my arm around her shoulder, but Ha Yeon-su doesn't refuse.

Rather, she enters my embrace perfectly, just right for hugging.

[Mission Start!]

[Taking Responsibility for the Lonely Instructor♥]

*Reward: 1 million won

*This mission only updates [Female Corruption] and no other hacking techniques.