Making Friends With Streamers by Hacking!

## Chapter 9: Make-up Sex with Beauty Broadcast BJ Seon-hwa (27 years old / Haughty)

At a café not far from BJ Seon-hwa's home.

Though it's a noisy franchise café, there's no one inside since the neighborhood isn't very commercially developed.

Or maybe it's just because it's morning.

Entering the café with a mix of modern and gothic styles, I spot someone who unmistakably looks like Lee Seon-hwa drinking coffee inside.

She's wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes, but that's about it. Her trademark platinum blonde hair and model-level fashion sense are not concealed.

It's so typical of Seon-hwa to seemingly not care about hiding from others, despite this being a secret meeting with a voyeur.

As I pull out the chair across from her at the two-person table and sit down, she immediately kicks my shin.

A scream almost escapes me, but with an employee and a few customers around, I grit my teeth and endure it.

"What the hell are you doing right after we meet?!"

"You begged me to meet you like your life depended on it, and yet you're late? By five minutes?"

It's only five minutes, you damn woman!

Looking around, I see the café's digital clock just tick past 5 minutes and 7 seconds.

"You live nearby... Do you know how much of a hassle it is to get here from my place?"

"That's your problem. You're the one who wanted to meet."

"I had to take a bus and subway with three transfers."

"How old are you and you don't even have a car? Pathetic rapist bastard."

"...Let's avoid words like 'rapist' in public places."

"Hmph, loser."

Lee Seon-hwa is like a wild horse.

A wild horse that bucks and runs away when you try to tame it.

I want to smack her rear and release her into the wild, but I hold back and endure.

I spent 2,043,000 won in star balloons just to arrange this meeting. I must treat this as my last chance and handle it carefully.

Crossing her legs seductively, Seon-hwa urges me on.

"So why did you want to meet? I don't want to see you for long, so keep it short."

"...You know what I want."

She grabs her coffee cup.

If I say another word, she looks ready to throw it at me like in a drama.

To calm her down, I gesture slowly with my hand as if smoothing things over.

The strategy of openly revealing my intentions hasn't worked so far—it seems like a failed approach.

"Fine. Alright. I understand how you feel."

"You understand? And yet you spout that nonsense, you bastard!?"

"Then let's make a bet."

"A bet?"

I shoot her a sharp look meant to seize control of the atmosphere.

Since persuasion doesn't seem to work, I switch to Plan B.

Taking a shallow breath, I place my clasped hands on the café table.

"Let me be honest. The last time we... slept together wasn't great for you, was it?"

"Of course not! Do you think women go crazy over just having a big dick like some hotdog?!"

The few customers and employees in the café turn their heads in shock.

I struggle not to choke as if something struck my throat. 

It seems our conversation has drawn quite a bit of attention.

To avoid being overheard further, I lean in closer and lower my voice.

"F-fine. I admit it wasn't great for you,"

"Admit it? No shit."

"But since then, I think I've improved my skills."

"What are you talking about? Have porn rotted your brain? This isn't a game where skills level up."

"That's why—if you don't believe me—let's make a bet."

"A bet?"

Feigning confidence, I make an irresistible proposal.

"If I can't satisfy you this time... I'll give you 5 million won."

The word "5 million won" comes out awkwardly due to its sheer weight.

I debated over the amount but decided to invest boldly as if throwing star balloons during her broadcast.

"If I do satisfy you, though, you don't have to give me any money. How about that?"

A groundbreaking offer that even removes risk for her side.

This time, surely I've caught her off guard.

Or so I thought.

"..."

Seon-hwa looks unimpressed.

With an expression that suggests disbelief at my audacity, she elegantly finishes her Americano before responding leisurely:

"Look at me."

She spreads her arms as if presenting herself.

Not sure what she means by this gesture, I glance up and down briefly. She's well-dressed as always.

"How do I look?"

"Well... pretty."

"That's obvious. But do I look like someone who needs money?"

"...No."

I'm not knowledgeable about luxury brands, but even I can tell that everything from her clothes to makeup screams expensive. 

Compared to me—dressed head-to-toe in commoner brands—she's like a swan next to an ugly duckling.

Despite us both being human, nothing about her seems to match me.

Though I've gained experience with women thanks to the hacking tool, most men would feel intimidated just standing next to someone like Seon-hwa.

"Exactly. So do you really think 5 million won would make me lose my mind and agree?"

"No..."

"Right? Even with your half-working brain, that makes sense, doesn't it?"

She lowers her sunglasses slightly while smirking as if savoring her insult towards me.

My brilliant proposal is shot down within 30 seconds flat.

With my bet rejected outright, despair sets in.

It was an idea born from hours of contemplation at home—only for it to be dismissed so easily. 

Now that this plan has crumbled so pathetically, there are no remaining options left for me. 

Plan A was persuasion; Plan B was making a bet. This is where my brain reaches its limit.

Dear God... if this is how it ends... just give me a hypnosis app instead!

Desperately searching for some way out or improvisation yields nothing; no ideas come to mind whatsoever. 

Even whipping my brain into action produces no results—it saps all motivation instead. Continuing any further feels exhausting now. 

As meaningless seconds tick by aimlessly... just as I'm about ready to give up and leave...

Seon-hwa suddenly looks me up and down before parting her lips:

"How much money do you have in your bank account?"

"What?"

"How much do you have? Tell me everything down to the nearest hundred thousand won."

"Well... around 2 million... no wait—1.5 million maybe."

If broken down further there might be more—but after purchasing new hacking tool features along with throwing star balloons—it should be close enough at 1.5 million left now. 

Calculating exactly how much has been spent makes this situation feel even more dismal somehow...

And then she adds fuel onto the fire:

"That's all you've saved up? Pathetic beggar."

"...Mind your own business."

"Alright then—put down 5 million won upfront as collateral first—and if you lose our bet—you'll owe double that amount: 10 million total! Agreeable terms now?"

Her words leave me stunned—eyes wide open—for two reasons: first because she actually entertained my proposal; second because of such outrageous stakes involved here!

"W-wait! Collateral?! You're asking for 5 million won upfront?!"

"You're already guilty—a repeat offender! You blackmailed me once before—and selfishly humped away until finishing prematurely without care—you owe compensation!"

"...Then what about 10 million? Didn't YOU say YOU don't need money!"

"Well—I don't particularly need cash—but squeezing every last penny outta scum like YOU sounds entertaining enough!"

"I even threw over 2 million worth during your broadcasts! That counts too!"

"That was simply because MY broadcast entertained YOU wasn't it~? Thank YOU for being such generous patron~♡ Satisfied now?"

"..."

I knew she was scary—but damn—is she terrifying...

This woman who'd scoff at corporate salaries—is now proposing terms designed solely around bleeding every cent dry from someone like ME—a mere commoner...

An all-in deathmatch proposal both frightening yet strangely alluring...

It truly feels like betting everything on one final gamble...

And yet—I'm high-risk while SHE remains virtually risk-free here...

"If not interested—I'll leave now—and FYI—this will be LAST time contacting ME—any further attempts WILL result in STALKER charges filed against YOU!"

Seon-hwa abruptly stands up—as if genuinely prepared walk away—for real this time—not bluffing either judging by demeanor displayed here...

Desperate—I stop her:

"Wait... Fine."

"What?"

"I accept your all-in terms..."

"...Are YOU serious right now?"

Her body flinches slightly—as though half-expecting ME NOT take bait laid before ME earlier perhaps intended merely taunt mockingly instead initially perhaps?

But since hook already bitten firmly once—it seems unlikely SHE'LL let go anymore moving forward either way regardless outcome eventually unfolds thereafter ultimately speaking overall perspective-wise anyway really honestly truthfully sincerely genuinely completely totally absolutely positively entirely fully wholly utterly altogether altogether entirely altogether completely altogether entirely thoroughly altogether entirely thoroughly altogether completely utterly altogether absolutely positively entirely fully wholly utterly altogether altogether entirely altogether completely altogether entirely thoroughly altogether entirely thoroughly altogether completely utterly altogether absolutely positively entirely fully wholly utterly altogether altogether entirely thoroughly etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera

"Wait at home. I'll prepare and come over."

"...F-fine. But if you don't bring the money upfront, I won't let you in. And if you bother me after we're done, I'll kill you!"

"Okay."

I'm tired of being dragged around.

Exhausted by this seemingly unsolvable mission, I've developed a stubborn determination at this point.

I want to somehow conquer that arrogant woman.

About an hour after parting at the café, we meet again at her home.

When I press the intercom, she coldly points out:

"The money hasn't come in, voyeur"

"Just open up. You'll see then."

I hear the door lock being released, and Seon-hwa opens the door, still in her elegant one-piece dress from earlier.

"If you try anything weird again—"

I immediately hand over the shopping bag I'm holding.

"Here's 5 million won."

Inside the bank shopping bag Seon-hwa receives are five bundles of 10,000 won bills.

"And this is 10 million won. Take it if I lose the bet."

I show her the shopping bag in my hand.

Inside the slightly fuller bag are ten bundles.

I scraped my bank account clean to bring this.

Strictly speaking, there's a bit left, but it's about a month's living expenses, so it's practically my entire fortune.

Seon-hwa's eyes flutter, perhaps thinking this performance is excessive.

"Are you an idiot? You could've just transferred the money to my account!"

"This feels more like a bet, doesn't it? Come on, I've met the conditions, so let me in."

"Hey, wait!"

Ignoring her, I barge in, and she can't stop me as forcefully as before.

The spacious, cozy interior is mostly white wallpaper with pink accents.

Seon-hwa's bedroom, the master bedroom, is almost like a medieval noble's chamber.

One side of the antique-styled room is lined with cosmetics rivaling a makeup store, and the bed is veiled.

Overall, it's a queen's room decorated in an elegant, classic style.

Though I've been here before, seeing it again leaves me in awe.

Seon-hwa follows, looking disgruntled, and protests:

"...Where do you think you're barging into?"

"I paid and entered legitimately."

"I can't believe you actually brought it... Are you that sexually frustrated?"

"It's already past noon, so let's not waste time and get started."

"Eek! Why are you suddenly taking off your shirt in someone else's room! Y-you haven't showered, right? Go wash up in the bathroom first. We'll see after that."

I'm sweaty from going to the distant bank to withdraw cash.

Gladly accepting her request, I take a refreshing shower in the clean bathroom and face her again.

Coming out with just my body dried, she seems to have more to say but holds back.

Sitting on the veiled bed, she sighs as if accepting the reality brought about by her own slip of the tongue.

"You're not a dog in heat, why are you so desperate to do it with me?"

"I want to. It has to be you now. (Because the mission and my entire fortune are at stake)"

"..."

Somehow, taken at face value, a romantic sentence is formed.

A ripple passes over Seon-hwa's lips before she stands up resignedly.

"Just this once. If it's really terrible, I'll stop immediately, take the money, and kick you out!"

She issues this warning before moving her arms behind her back.

As she unzips her dress and it falls to the floor, I reunite with Seon-hwa's body after about two months.

The fashion star is glamorous even in her underwear.

A sexy bra, pure white but so thin it barely covers her areolas.

Her panties have ribbons on the sides, with soft fabric covering her privates and back.

The design is a bit unique, but it can be considered a T-back.

Her ample breasts and hips have lines as superior as a model's.

It's an arousing, beautiful female body that makes me forget even my entire fortune is at stake.

"W-what are you staring at?"

"Your body is beautiful."

"...Hmph, of course it is."

Accepting the compliment fully, her hands move to her underwear.

Having to undress again in front of the (former) voyeur, her arms seem reluctant to move, but this was her counter-proposal bet.

Moreover, since it's changed from blackmail to a competition bet, she seems to be putting on a brave front.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she removes her bra and panties as a set. Her pink areolas and cleanly shaved pussy are revealed.

My dick stands at attention.

It had already grown seeing her in just underwear, but watching the proud Seon-hwa undress herself in front of me stirs up an inexplicable desire to conquer.

Unlike before, this isn't a blackmailed encounter but a mutually agreed 'bet', so Seon-hwa is cooperative.

"It's still... quite big."

My reddish, veiny member draws attention.

She can't look for long, seemingly overwhelmed.

"...But size is all you have, right? You'll just thrust wildly and finish quickly again, so let's get this over with."

She provokes me with a smirk.

I don't immediately pounce on her and stick it in as she suggests.

This is a bet with a large sum at stake.

I have a newly learned skill from the hacking tool, but unlike before, I've acquired technique, so I should approach this properly.

Chu.

"Uh, uhm?"

First, I kiss Seon-hwa's pretty instep as she sits on the bed, then lick my way up.

I suck diligently as I move up her ankle, calf, and thigh.

Like heating metal, I melt her with my saliva so she can slowly build towards orgasm.

Slurp... chu. Lick lick, slurp...

"Mm... Ngh... H-hmm! Seems you've learned some cheap tricks somewhere."

She didn't expect me to start like this, but still maintains her queenly attitude, seemingly at ease for now.

Next, I gently caress her firm breasts, licking and sucking them.

I roll my tongue to stimulate her erect nipples.

My fully erect dick pokes near Seon-hwa's white navel, but I support her back for stability.

"...You know your dick keeps poking my navel, right?"

"Your body is so arousing and delicious, please understand."

"...Ah! Ah, aah... Hngh... Mm... H-hey! How long are you going to keep licking?!"

"Wait. There's still more to eat, so I need to finish."

"F**king pervert..."

Though it sounds like contempt, Seon-hwa willingly lets me suckle her soft breasts.

She might be one of those rare women who feels pleasure from her chest.

Slurp slurp... chu chu! Lick lick

For 10 minutes, I lick her entire body as if marking my territory, ensuring there's no spot left untouched by my saliva.

As the foreplay continues, Seon-hwa eventually moves, moaning. She naturally lies down in the middle of the bed, entrusting her whole body to me like a baby.

Now I slowly start touching her pussy.

I gently stroke the shaved labia with my fingers, then kiss her stubborn clit.

"Ah♥"

I continue licking like a starved beast, making her gush fluids.

In fact, rather than licking, I press my mouth against her and suck as if drinking from a canteen.

"Ah... Haa... Hngh...! Mm... Ah, aah..."

"Slurp. Suck suck... Feels good when I eat you out, right?"

"Y-you ugly bastard, how could it feel good when you're doing it!? ...Ah! Aahn... Hng!"

"Your moans sound nice. I didn't hear them before, they're cute."

"S-shut up and just put it in already. ...Hngh♡"

Seon-hwa reacts angrily in an obvious way.

But she can't hide her pleasured expression completely.

My improved technique wasn't just my imagination.

From the start, as she falls into my lead and I inject pleasure, juices start leaking from the confident Seon-hwa's private parts.

She pretends it's not the case, but her body doesn't lie.

Her plump pussy flesh flutters open and closed like a clam, as if wanting to accept my dick soon.

However, she's only feeling it a little bit so far.

Though there's satisfaction in setting her up with foreplay until my tongue is worn out, the goal is to win the bet with Seon-hwa.

Moreover, I need to plant enough pleasure to make her completely forget the stigma of me being a voyeur.

For that kind of hentai manga-like development to be possible, I only have my dick and the app.

'Big guy... you need to carry this.'

I put a condom on my dick and activate Female Corruption Lv.1 on my phone that I left on the nightstand.

[Do you want to activate Female Corruption Lv.1 on BJ Seon-hwa?]

When I press Yes, the screen darkens with BJ Seon-hwa's name.

As the preparation time takes long, Seon-hwa gets impatient, spreading her legs greedily and emitting a strong female scent.

"Haa... Haa... Hey! How long... are you going to keep me waiting? I-if you're going to do it, hurry... up."

"Yes, yes, I'm coming now~"

I approach with my dick standing tall, ready for the impatient female who's burning with anticipation.