Making Friends With Streamers by Hacking!

## Chapter 7: Make-up Sex with Beauty Broadcast BJ Seon-hwa (27 years old / Haughty)

I stare blankly at the ceiling.

Every time I wake up in bed, Ha Yeon-su's body comes to mind.

Until now, I mostly felt good when having sex with women, but there was no one like her. At this age, I felt like I might have a wet dream.

However, I try to forget.

In the 3 months since getting the app, I made two personal rules while blackmailing BJs left and right:

1. After completing a mission, delete all material that could be a weakness for the BJ I had relations with.

2. Never meet again with a woman I've had relations with.

The evidence destruction was also an instruction from the hacking tool, but I judged it to be right as well.

It made it easier to avoid trouble.

I'm not inherently evil or crazy, so blackmailing and having relations with women does weigh on my conscience.

Honestly, while I act calm on the outside when blackmailing, I'm often nervous like a scared bird inside.

I have no intention of beautifying or whitewashing my bad deeds, but every time I act like a thug, it pricks my microscopic conscience.

That's why I can sleep better if I cleanly wipe the slate after each job is done.

The two principles above were established for this reason.

Now that Ha Yeon-su's mission is over, I shouldn't go to the Pilates academy anymore.

Plus, I have no desire to show my bulge anymore.

"Hurry up and forget her, bring on the next... next mission."

Deciding to forget the well-shaped yoga instructor, I stretch refreshingly.

I pull back the covers to greet an energetic morning.

As if words become reality, results come soon after.

My phone on the desk vibrates with an alert.

"Great, let's see~ who the next BJ I'll meet is~!"

Humming like an old man, I touch my phone to check the contents.

Soon after, my face stiffens like a stone mask.

[Mission Start!]

[Have make-up sex with Beauty Broadcast BJ Seon-hwa]

*Reward: 1.5 million won and new hacking technology.

[Sub-mission Start!]

[Take an affectionate nude photo together as proof of making up with Beauty Broadcast BJ Seon-hwa]

*Additional reward: 700,000 won.

BJ Seon-hwa.

That name so deeply etched in my mind.

Just the two characters "Seon-hwa" make me nauseous, and a bead of sweat trickles down my temple.

I feel both afraid and bewildered.

A BJ I've already completed a mission with being designated again - this has never happened before.

'Wasn't repeat designation impossible? Though it was a rule I made up myself...'

Moreover, I'm not sure of the specific meaning of "make-up sex" written in the mission.

I'm having a mental breakdown.

As the rules I've kept until now are easily broken, I fall into panic.

First, to recall what happened back then, I retrace my memories with BJ Seon-hwa, the target.

I search my phone for videos related to BJ Seon-hwa.

It's not a trick of keeping evidence of sexual relations, but they're automatically saved in the hacking tool's memory slot every time I have sex with a woman.

However, since it's a video only I can see, I can't use it for blackmail or showing off to others. (According to the hacking tool's explanation)

There are two videos with BJ Seon-hwa's name in the memory slot:

One is a scene of us having sex.

Me clumsily entangled with the woman's body, thrusting away, and BJ Seon-hwa glaring at me murderously throughout the act like a watchful Sauron.

It's such an unbearable sight of sex that neither party enjoys, so I turn it off.

The next is a short 15-second video.

A pretty woman with light platinum blonde hair is filmed from a smartphone camera perspective.

"...Hey, what the fuck are you filming? Won't you put that away?"

"Wait. Just, just a quick proof shot."

"You crazy voyeur bastard, have you lost your mind? I'll really hand you over to the police, you pervert!"

"This is just for commemoration... Okay, I'll stop filming, so your arm..."

"Drop dead! You flea sucking other people's blood!"

"Aaaaargh!?!"

The screen goes black as it falls to the floor.

The video ends there.

To explain... After finishing in bed, I tried to take a proof shot for the sub-mission, but BJ Seon-hwa resisted and bit down hard on the arm holding my phone.

The phone naturally fell, and the teeth marks from then remain legendary - I feel like there's still a faint scar visible on my forearm.

Of course, the sub-mission failed.

As you can see, her temper is no joke.

I pressured her using a video of her cozying up to some man for an advertising deal as bait, but due to my lack of experience, I ended up being overwhelmed by her intensity despite having leverage.

It was my first time encountering such a strong personality, so I was flustered.

We barely avoided going to the police station thanks to my (?) persuasion, and ended up having sex to finish things.

Naturally, our relationship couldn't be smooth after that.

Most women I've slept with would feel that way, but BJ Seon-hwa especially so.

Is that why they attached this ridiculous order of "make-up sex"?

BJ Seon-hwa runs a beauty broadcast and has a pretty face, but she's a rose with thorns.

No, not thorns, but needles.

No, not needles, but awls.

It's already overwhelming to face her again, let alone mixing bodies once more and even having to soothe her to make up - it feels like eating three sweet potatoes in a row without any soda.

I pace back and forth in my small home, gripping my phone.

Even racking my brains while pressing my brow, I can't think of a way to soften the relationship with BJ Seon-hwa.

Honestly, I'm scared to meet her.

'...Should I just try facing her?'

Knock and it shall open.

If thinking doesn't yield an answer, I have to meet her and try to work it out somehow.

The next day.

After mentally preparing myself, I arrive at a somewhat upscale villa on the outskirts of Seoul by subway.

The address is easily traceable using the hacking tool, and it's a place I've visited once before.

Ding dong!

I press the intercom and wet my parched throat.

After quite a long wait, a low female voice is heard.

"...Who are you?"

Just her voice makes my hair stand on end.

She must have checked my face through the intercom lens.

"Ah, hello, have you been well?"

"Well? Do you want your body folded up and beaten before becoming fish food?"

Her foul mouth makes me think she might like Korean noir films.

"No, I didn't come here wanting to die... Can't we just talk for a moment?"

"Talk? I'll do it if you let me slice your neck with a cake knife for every word."

"That doesn't sound great... Oh, cake? Was it your birthday recently? Wow~ Congratulations. Should I buy you a gift?"

"Your dick would be enough"

"...My dick?"

"Yeah, I want it right now, so could you cut it off and show it on the intercom camera?"

Not a single word goes smoothly.

In the end, I'm reduced to begging in front of the intercom.

"Please, really! Just give me a moment of your time. I'll just talk briefly and leave, so please... can't you?"

I show my teeth to the intercom camera with the most desperate, servile smile I can muster.

"...(click)"

Beep... beep...

The intercom communication cuts off.

Soon I hear approaching footsteps, then the sound of the door lock opening as the door is flung open vigorously.

Glamorous platinum blonde hair with a voluminous princess-style perm from the middle down.

Average height with upturned eyes giving a haughty, strong-willed impression.

Even though she's at home, she's wearing a form-fitting ivory dress.

Overall a high-level beauty, but this beauty harbors great resentment towards me and is currently cursing me out with her eyes in real-time.

"Thanks... Then shall we go inside-"

Bang!

As I awkwardly bend to enter, she kicks the doorway with her slipper-clad foot.

She creates a barricade by making a bridge with one leg.

"Where do you think you're crawling in? Speak here, you voyeur bastard."

If people had visible likability ratings, and the upper limit was 100, BJ Seon-hwa's likability towards me would be at -100.

Just like the blocked entrance before me, there's no gap to squeeze through.

"...You remember well."

"Of course, bastard. Did you think I'd forget?"

"Not really... Yeah. I do feel sorry..."

"Sorry? You've come to apologize now? I'll specially forgive you if you run around the neighborhood naked like a stray dog for one lap."

"...That level of difficulty seems too much, is there no other way?"

"Bite your tongue and commit suicide."

"Pass."

"Try jumping from the villa rooftop."

"...Pass."

Though I brought this upon myself, it seems difficult to turn around the heart of someone who's come to hate you.

BJ Seon-hwa's pride was too strong to be swayed.

In terms of image, she's a princess... no, a queen. She probably considers our time in bed as a blemish on her life, the greatest humiliation of her lifetime.

Fuck, if I knew this day would come, I wouldn't have forced it like that.

"I know it's hard to turn back time. But can't we get along well from now on?"

"You want to be friends with me? Just cut off your dick."

"I've been reflecting deeply since that day (lie). I'll spend my life apologizing to you, so please give me one chance!"

"Or would you like to perform seppuku? Should I bring a kitchen knife?"

She keeps recommending suicide with an overbearing attitude.

It's an infinite loop since every dialogue option ends in death.

BJ Seon-hwa seems tired of the circular conversation too, so she crosses her arms and lists the core points:

"If you were really sorry, you wouldn't blackmail and drag this out so long. Someone who's sorry wouldn't come empty-handed. You must have some other reason you need to meet me, right? What's the real reason you suddenly came?"

She deduces step by step.

Her intuition is faster than Holmes.

A frontal assault is absolutely impossible.

At this point, it's time for a wild card.

"Actually, you see."

"What."

I wet my throat with a gulp,

"...I can't forget your fantastic body I saw back then! Can't we do it just one more time? I was quite clumsy then, but now I can really do well! I'll properly send you to Hong Kong, so let's do it just once!"

I earnestly begged while bowing to the waist.

Was it some erotic manga where if you desperately beg a woman, she'll have sex with you? Anyway, I beg with that kind of feeling.

Come to think of it, the only skill I've developed so far is bedroom technique, and it's the only card I have to present to Seon-hwa.

It's an absurd thing to say, but I truly have no other suitable weapon besides this.

What was her answer?

I slowly raise my head with the feeling of scratching a lottery ticket.

First, there was nothing.

BJ Seon-hwa was looking down at me expressionlessly.

"You, wait right here."

Soon after, she goes inside and comes back with a hockey stick.

Surprised by the terrifying visual, I step back.

"Stand still."

"H-hey! Why do you have a hockey stick at home!?"

"I bought one for self-defense after what you did to me. It's coming in handy at just the right moment."

She swings it skillfully as if she's practiced catching criminals separately.

Reminded of an ancient Chinese guan dao by her skill, I run away with my tail between my legs.

Far from somehow easing our relationship, I've made it worse than ever.

Afterwards, I tried hard at home to find a way to conquer the impregnable fortress that is BJ Seon-hwa, but no path was visible.

More than a week, two weeks pass without much meaning.

For the first time, I wished to give up and skip a mission, but no matter how much I searched, there was no such function.

Make up.

And have sex.

Either one alone would be too much, but to accomplish both simultaneously, I can only hope for my next life.

'You encouraged me to blackmail in the first place, and now you're talking about making up!'

I throw my phone in frustration and collapse face-down on the bed.

Just as I wonder if this is where I'll be hopelessly stuck,

If this is how the 3-month heaven I've enjoyed will end,

[Are you having difficulty completing the mission?]

*If you feel you cannot possibly complete the mission now, we'll specially offer you one help.

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