Chapter 207 – 207. Live Broadcast (2)
After ejaculating heavily inside Ha-eun’s vagina, she lays down on the bed for a while to catch her breath.
The camera is still looking towards the chair.
Our fornication probably wasn’t recorded on the camera that was broadcasting Ha-eun just now, but that wasn’t really that important.
Anyway, everyone who watched Ha-eun’s broadcast, even briefly, will know.
What happened after the camera turned off and the broadcast ended?
From the beginning, I had no intention of trying to hide it, nor did I necessarily want to hide it.
Because she is not an idol.
She’s a woman who doesn’t really need to be chaste.
“Hehe…”
Likewise, Ha-eun, who was hanging down after taking on my weight, clung to my body, pretending to toss and turn while exhaling.
She’s dressed the same as before.
I just took off the cardigan and pants.
She covered her private parts, which were stained with my scent, with her underwear, and sat next to me, playing with her cell phone and laughing as if it was so fun.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“No, just. Look at this. “I already went to the popular post.”
Ha-eun held out her cell phone, which contained hundreds of comments and videos of her and me.
The video shows Ha-eun, who was broadcasting, being surprised and embarrassed when she sensed that she was popular, and then she came into the room and was hugged and massaged here and there.
She was happily fighting with people who knew Ha-eun and even strangers who were caught off guard by the title ‘Seoji’s real sister’, leaving all kinds of comments.
I feel sorry for the broth, they are like that, they are like that.
Didn’t you know that all female broadcasters do that behind their backs?
There are a lot of comments criticizing viewers, telling them to get a girlfriend instead of watching female cams.
“I think there are more people swearing at your fans than swearing at you or me.”
“What…, When you watch sports, fans swear at each other. “Isn’t it similar?”
“But. But it’s not like there are only people who curse.”
However, there were quite a few people who were offended by such mainstream opinions, and there were quite a few comments asking why she was criticizing me for such a strange thing, especially since that person has always been criticizing her boyfriend and is a cosplayer who has even been on a live broadcast for the first time.
Of course, if you think about it, the latter is probably closer to the orthodoxy.
Ha-eun didn’t even bring up the idea of a pseudo-romantic relationship while running Yutuk, and instead of hiding my existence, she revealed it with her own words.
What’s strange is that if you look at the nicknames of the people who shield like that, there are quite a few people who seem to be fans of Seoji or Hinami.
Their fandom, which had been getting hit like dogs for a joke not long ago, seemed to be starting to like them a little bit thanks to Ha-eun posting on Instagram that I was dating her, which turned the mood around in an instant.
Of course, there’s no way those people will like me, and they shouldn’t like me.
… On the contrary, if my name goes up and down there often, it will be a big problem.
“… Still, let alone fighting, I don’t fight like this. These people.”
“What?”
“What did Joo Hyuk and I do when we turned off the broadcast with you?”
“… There’s no point in fighting that.”
But if there was one thing both sides had in common, it was that they knew what we were doing after the broadcast.
In such everyday yet slightly revealing clothing.
When the boyfriend you were living with comes home and hugs you as soon as you see him, you don’t know what happens next.
Even if you are a middle school student who is just curious about sex, you cannot fail to know.
Having done exactly what they expected, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction and stroked Ha-eun’s hair that was clinging to me.
“It was a good idea to criticize from the beginning. “If you had hidden it, I think I would have eaten it like a joke.”
“It’s not something you can hide in the first place.”
“… Why did you keep it so well hidden that you did that with Hinami?”
“You’re not living with her.”
Behind the stage.
Outside of camera focus.
In that space where everyone knows what is being prepared and what will be discussed, but there is no opportunity to see it unless you are a party to it.
I caress the collarbone of the guitar YouTuber and famous cosplayer I live with, and enjoy this languid atmosphere.
… A slightly different feeling from the breathtaking sensation I felt that day.
Unlike the dark room back then, when we deceived and deceived others and secretly took advantage of them.
This was the perfect position for me as I could look down at others confidently and pretend to be embarrassed, without having to hide it from others.
“… Joo Hyuk.”
“Why?”
“Shall we turn on the broadcast? “Now.”
“What?”
… In that good location.
How would you feel if you looked down directly at others?
“Just. Let’s turn on the broadcast. … “If it gets posted on various sites, doesn’t noise marketing work really well?”
“…”
What she said wasn’t wrong.
Having a face on the main page of a large site means that it has been promoted to the point that it is difficult to buy it with any amount of money.
It didn’t really matter whether it was a positive advertisement or not.
Anyway, what we were selling was far from sound.
“… “I’ll put my clothes back on first.”
Ha-eun must have taken my silence as an affirmation, as she got down from my arms and picked up the dolphin pants she had taken off and put them back on.
She put on the cardigan next to her again, just like she did during the live broadcast.
The only thing that changed was that my fine hair got wet with sweat and stuck to my face a little.
My semen is stored in a place that cannot be seen by the camera.
“… Joo-hyuk, am I really kind? If you’re going to stop me, stop me now.”
“Turn it on.”
“…”
“… Turn it on. “Let me say hello too.”
I also follow her, pick up her clothes, and wait for Ha-eun to turn on the broadcast with her hand on her shoulder.
Unless I want to be buried dead, this is something I would never do with Hinami or Seo Ji-ah.
Ha-eun, who has found a woman who can confidently show off in front of people, turns on the broadcast with a slightly nervous expression and touches her hair from behind.
… Are you going to get caught sweating?
Let’s say I lifted weights.
Do you believe it or not?
“… Ah, hello.”
-?
-?
-What is it?
After turning off the first broadcast, I saw that it was turned on again 30 minutes later, and more people than before started flocking to the chat window.
Actually, I don’t know how much it was at first because I didn’t watch his broadcast, but it was definitely less than this.
Already 100 people.
200 people.
500 people.
When so many people gathered that she could make a living just by broadcasting, Ha-eun was greeting viewers one by one with a slightly more nervous expression than when she started broadcasting.
I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders.
As the chat window grew so quickly that it hurt my eyes, I only read the chats that mentioned my name.
-Kang Joo-hyuk, you damn bastard, aren’t you coming back?
-Joo Hyuk-ah, are you happy dating the leader’s daughter?
… Judging by his rough mouth, he’s probably my fan.
To be exact, they are fans of our club.
Looking at our team these days, where the bullpen is on fire day by day, I would miss it even if it had been half a year since I retired and several years since I had been with the first team.
I was surprised that so many different people had gathered in the chat window, and I smiled with a face that wasn’t visible on the camera, corrected the corners of my mouth, and leaned down to rest my chin on Ha-eun’s shoulder.
“Haeun, what is going on in the chat window?”
“Oh, kinda. Stay still. It’s my first time too…”
A friendly conversation that a couple who has been together for a long time would have.
As soon as my face was captured on the screen, the chat window started to grow even faster, and before I knew it, the number of viewers was in the four digits, and it was starting to overheat.
-Sex
-Sex
-What do you two do after turning off the broadcast?
-Cex
-Look at how fucking sweaty my hair is sticking to my cheeks haha
-Gaekkollinong
-Please show off my sister’s tits more
-Please show me your armpits
-It looks like the uterus is filled with semen;
-Show me your pussy
I catch the mouse instead and ban the cubs that fall off the rope.
I look at the chat window, which still shows no signs of calming down, and stroke Ha-eun’s hair, who is very embarrassed.
It wasn’t easy to ban because the chat window got faster every time skinship occurred, but I just clicked the mouse without saying a word and cut out only the parts that were considered offensive, and the chat window, which was a mess, was coming within the line just a little bit.
“Oh that… The chat window is so fast I can’t say anything. Ahaha…”
“Hello everyone.”
Looking at the chat window that was barely under control, I took the initiative to say hello to Ha-eun, who was nervous, and watched her reaction.
An atmosphere that seems both good and bad, scary yet happy.
When playing baseball, isn’t it just that kind of atmosphere when a player from the away team goes up to the cheering section for the home team?
I’m interested because he’s a great person.
But it’s not on my side, so it’s not favorable.
I caught that strange atmosphere and, as they had hoped, I hugged Ha-eun from behind and lightly pinched her belly through her top.
-ㅗㅜㅑ
-Pya;;
-Mitchen
-So you have sex?
In an instant, the curses telling men to go away disappear, and they come together as one.
It was so fucking stupid and funny, but that didn’t mean they could molest Ha-eun further like they wanted.
She’s a YouTuber with her boyfriend, not an actor who films porn with her boyfriend.
Such a dirty and vulgar position could have been left to our anonymous tweeter, @bhunjimko.
“Everyone, please stop fighting too much. “We didn’t do anything.”
“Ah yes. I turned off that broadcast too suddenly, and Joo Hyuk told me to turn it back on because it was a nuisance to the fans…”
We tried to communicate with them by going through all the nonsense that even middle school students would not believe, but unfortunately, not a single wise viewer believed our lies.
“Anyway, that. I am sorry. Furthermore, I was watching this broadcast without noticing it, and when I got home…”
-No
-I’m not a fan anyway haha
-So, turn off the broadcast and tell me what you did, you fucking idiot.
I apologized lightly in a tone that could have been heard as tea-bagging depending on the listener, but surprisingly, no one was seriously hurt, and only the excited people remained and were having fun with us.
Of course, communication was impossible, but it was a relationship where it was clear what each other was thinking.
At this point, when the number of viewers exceeds 1,500, there are at least as many people who can say that Ha-eun is a fan.
They must all be people who came here because they were curious after seeing popular posts in the community.
So, I made an excuse that would go in one ear and out the other to those who like Buddhism, then got out of the camera and passed the baton to Ha-eun.
“Ahaha, sorry. Well, since it was the first broadcast, I was clumsy…”
After being handed the baton, she continues her communication broadcast, which similarly fails to communicate with each other.
I didn’t go too far away, just lying on the bed right behind the camera and watching the broadcast.
We looked into communities that might be talking about us in real time to see what was going on behind the scenes.
-Proof that the broadcaster who went to popular posts just had sex. Jpg
Hair sticking to cheek
Ears slightly red
Cardigan wrinkled
Shirt is disheveled
Even if you don’t look at this, isn’t it obvious?
Really. The babies that Ha-eun didn’t even know were the most exciting.
After watching it and giving her a shout-out to the great detective, I lay down on her bed and watched her broadcast from the nearest seat.
Without any content, watching people barely communicate with people who came to watch the burning.
Watching her nude body on her phone in silence.
… It was a much better game than I expected.
If I get the chance, I would like to try it a few more times.
