hyemu.exe.

“Good evening chat! How’s it going? I need to see all my Hyemdans in here. Notifying the members on Discord, and—”

hyem_hyemu has gone live.

Almost immediately, 500 or so viewers pop in all at once.

“Welcome, welcome! I’ll begin the stream shortly, but while I set up tonight’s game, how are we doing on this fine Thursday evening?”

Hyewon giggles and winks at the camera, lightly rubbing her body as if she’s holding a microphone to sing for a show. This is what welcomes you to the stream: her in a tight black dress/nightie with her tits pressed together for greater emphasis. Do this on a more popular site and it would be an immediate takedown of the channel, but here, it’s all fair game.

It’s the norm on her channel. So much so that everyone’s desensitized to it by now.

> flag_xo: we running league again tonight?

> bananaleclercc: when are you gonna stream on youtube?

> peachikinn: W stream

> ThatsTheSequence: School just started for me

Hyewon laughs at a particular comment, covers her mouth for a moment. “Alright. So, we’ll be playing a Pokémon game today. You guys gave some intriguing suggestions in the Discord, which if you haven’t, please join—”

Her main screen displays Pokémon Radical Red. Chat’s reception is rather lukewarm.

> flag_xo: Thought it was okay. Unbound is a must play for sure

> bananaleclercc: PokeRogue is way better

> wandering_notions: not a rom hack @bananaleclercc

> peachikinn: i don’t play rom hacks

> you: goated rom hack

In the midst of the commotion:

ThatsTheSequence has sent a ₩100,000 donation.

Hyewon raises an eyebrow, adjusts her cleavage from side to side in her dress, sitting comfortably on her seat in her usual style. She hears the notification sound and her eyes light up. “Sarah with the big 100k and we haven’t even started the game yet! Can we get some big Ws for Sarah in the chat please?”

Like mindless drones, most of the viewer base obediently complies, spamming Ws and emotes in the chat that disappear immediately and are lost to time—yours included.

> ThatsTheSequence: gotta jet, school is gonna start soon lol. hf with the stream

“Of course; thank you again Sarah for the dono, give her some Ws in the chat please!”

Her cursor then scrolls over to a giant wheel, with hundreds of usernames written, all exclusive members who pay a small monthly fee or are gifted by others to be part of the club. This is a stream tradition: the winner at the end will be able to get an exclusive chat with her, whether through DMs or in video call.

It’s your most anticipated part of every stream. And even though you’ve been a member for almost 18 months, you still haven’t gotten the opportunity. Every live is a new chance, a new hope—and it gets shot down. Every single time.

“You already know what this is,” she says to everyone in chat, spamming Ws now for the wheel spin ahead of the stream’s finale. “But let’s get on with the game; I know some of you have been waiting.”

It’s your typical Pokemon gameplay viewing, except every now and then, you ghost Hyewon with story progression and teambuilding since it’s one of those games you memorize from front to back after replaying countless times.

> Furret’s a great early game mon. Catch it

“Already on it.”

> bananaleclercc: furret’s good in this game?

> peachikinn: this game seems kinda hard

> verstrappon69: what game is this?

> ddeunsparce: Do people not read the title? Seriously?

Hyewon composes herself graciously, reiterating the title of the game (Radical Red) no matter how many times this question is spammed in chat. Despite willingly going in blind. Apart from some ghosting from chat (mostly you), she’s managed to reach the 1st set of difficult boss fights with minimal, if any, difficulty.

So you commemorate your contribution with a donation.

[you] has sent a ₩150,000 donation.

Her eyes come alight once more, and chat responds concurrently, spamming Ws right away before she even issues the command.

“There’s our resident gifter! Ws in chat!”

This is your most consistent stream. Your only stream, in fact. Almost every live, you donate. Regardless of game, or whether or not she’s even playing that particular day. Whether big or small it doesn’t matter, anything to get Hyewon’s attention and have her notice and call out your name or username, because nothing inflates the ego more than hearing it from her voice.

Her gaze lifts up, locking into the camera. Like she’s trying to burn a hole right through. Right through your eyes and out the other end of your monitor. But Hyewon still continues. Still manages to somehow play this game. Because it’s something about how you’re a devoted viewer: 84% watch time dedicated to her, almost 4 hours per session, top 0.1% fan.

“Okay, guide me through this one, since you seem to know a lot about this game,” she remarks, directly implying to you. You write a strategy and optimal team with her options in chat with pinpoint precision, leaving a response in chat as quickly as she speaks. She takes a moment to stare at the message box, to read every word, absorb every direction like it’s gospel. And her expressions indicate, she’s impressed.

She reads and plays it just like you outline. Hyewon pauses on every turn, every selection, and even when luck decides to fuck her sideways, you steer her through the first of the two boss fights with minimal difficulty.

As the battle fades, so do your thoughts. Even though you’ve been backseating, you’re proud on her behalf, like this is her achievement and hers alone. And so does chat.

> bananaleclercc: L FALKNER

> peachikinn: ez

> ddeunsparce: This is actually still easy ngl. Just wait till Surge

But you’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

And as for the second fight, she decides not to take your advice—or anyone’s for that matter, out of avoiding overreliance on chat’s assistance.

“So. I know he’s usually got Rock types, and I think I can handle it with my team just fine.”

Your eyebrows furrow. You can’t help but hold your breath. She’s either underestimating him, or overconfident about herself, given her lack of experience playing ROM hacks. Either way, you try and compose yourself.

> u sure about this?

“I can beat this guy by myself. Watch and see.”

Turns out, she can’t. And the fight against Brock is a complete and utter disaster.

> bananaleclercc: click your heels dorothy, we’re not playing emerald anymore

> wandering_notions: this is the first time you should really use the advice in the chat. I tried doing this solo and died several times

> ddeunsparce: shoulda brought bibarel

> peachikinn::bubulaugh:

Meanwhile, your face is completely unreadable. As a diehard viewer, you’re concerned and heartbroken. As a Pokémon master, you’re disappointed. As a human, you’re a little bit of both. But despite the train wreck, you still feel sympathetic towards her.

You’re quick to offer your advice.

> shouldve gone w bibarel like ddeun said

“You think so, huh?”

> yeah

> bananaleclercc: ALL HAIL BIBZ

“Too bad. I wanted to go with Vulpix. I’m not using a different Pokémon for just one boss. Anyway, I’m going to try again. Maybe not with the same team.”

Hyewon does add Bibarel to her team, though. And wouldn’t you know it: he makes the fight practically trivial.

After defeating Brock and the chat spam the arbitrary Ws with some snide comments about her gameplay in between, the stream goes to a perfectly timed ad break, where an ad plays as Hyewon herself gets up to attend to something: a brief respite to take a sip of water, to use the bathroom, to stand, to stretch. Maybe touch some grass.

“Thanks again to our resident gifter for another big dono, one of our top Hyemdans,” she starts. “And thanks to all my Hyemdans in here. We hit another big milestone recently: 3,000 members. That’s fucking crazy. It’s only a matter of time before I can quit my job and become a full-time streamer. And you all have helped me get there.”

It’s met with the same almost automated response of Ws in chat.

The smile she wears is wide, but her eyes betray her. They’re cold, empty, lifeless. Probably from her life off stream.

“Onwards to Misty, and maybe we can do Surge too.”

Based on the difficulty curve, Misty is as far as she’ll go—at least for this session. And who knows when she’ll play it again next time, if there even is one: Hyewon tends to quit single player games before truly getting into the meat of the story. You don’t remember the last game she properly finished, or at least, got the credit roll.

For the most part, 90% of the NPCs are piss easy, as in, anyone with even an iota of a brain can beat them. The next time she faces trouble is inside Mt. Moon, but that’s hardly an issue for her too. She makes it to Cerulean City with minimal resistance, chatting it up with viewers about the upcoming subathon and the choice of outfits she should wear.

> wandering_notions: Anything you wear is good, you always look nice

> ddeunsparce: arent ur tits always hanging out anyway

> peachikinn: we want a thong and nipple pasties

> verstrappon69: damn yall horny asf today lmao

She muses some of the suggestions, from Christmas themed to even the lewdest, and it’s clear that none of these are taken seriously. It’s just her fans being fans, and she’s just humoring them.

“That’s not a bad idea,” she says, staring directly into the camera as user numlocked recommends an indie title called Hollow Knight, a game she’s been putting off for some time while waiting for the sequel to drop. “Maybe we can do both games in the subathon. Or at least the first one. Depends on how well I’m feeling that day. I’ll check my current timetable.”

From there, Hyewon returns to the game and finishes off the rival without much trouble.

“Alright, this was fun. Not too bad so far. Glad everyone’s enjoying it, so we’ll definitely return to this. Not sure when though. But anyway—housekeeping time! The subathon’s starting in two weeks. Don’t forget to subscribe and follow me on my socials, such as Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. Shoutout again to everyone who donated, became subs and who got gifted, you can get access to a dedicated Discord server where I chat sometimes; link’s in the pinned comment! And of course, you know the drill,” she says, straightening her posture.

Oh, that’s right. The lucky draw.

“Good luck to all the viewers in chat!” she says, clicking on the wheel and letting fate decide.

It’s a big wheel, and there’s no guarantee that it’ll land on you. All you can do is watch and pray and hope for the best.

> bananaleclercc::prayge:

> numlocked: what does winning the lucky draw actually mean, am new here

> ddeunsparce: You get a personal fancall with her XD Shes like a K-pop idol but a streamer

> verstrappon69: YOOOOO THEY JUST ANNOUNCED MEGA FLYGON WTF (no troll)

And while the wheel continues to spin, your thoughts drift off.

“Well, would you look at that,” Hyewon says, gazing down at the wheel and its results. “Our resident gifter has actually won!”

You.

The chat immediately spams obligatory Ws in celebration.

“Congrats! I’m gonna DM you to hash things out. Guess it’s kinda overdue, with how many memberships and donations you’ve given these past few months, but never too late!”

It’s no surprise you’ve won. If anything, it is indeed an overdue victory. After all, the odds have been stacked heavily in your favor. For the past few months, you’ve been consistently donating, gifting memberships to other users, and the rest of the time, lurking, only giving advice whenever she plays Pokémon. You’re her most active viewer in her streams, even when you don’t talk much. And the amount of activity you’ve done in her streams has certainly not gone unnoticed.

“Hey. Hey, you still with me?”

Hyewon jokingly snaps a finger in front of the camera. You haven’t been active in chat for at least five minutes, since the winner usually has to talk in the chat box when they win.

> here, spazzed a bit lol

“Hey, no worries. Again, I’ll message you after the stream so we can sort out the details. And thank you again Hyemdans, for the donations, and the subs and everything. Not sure when I’ll stream again; definitely not tomorrow, got some family to meet. Saturday for sure.”

The chat say their goodbyes, spamming ‘W stream’ in between.

“Alright, see ya chat! Thanks for watching!”

The screen goes blank with the message 'Stream: Offline’ now flashing instead.

But life immediately comes back to your computer; hyem_hyemu messages you private in Discord minutes later.

> hyem_hyemu: grats on the win! was lowkey hoping you’d win it at some point haha

> hyem_hyemu: ignore those donation haters. you’re lowkey my biggest supporter and it’s about time we got the chance to talk

> hyem_hyemu: cause let’s face it, you’re not here just for the view

> hyem_hyemu: ……am i right

Your eyes drift off, looking away. Even though it’s just words on a screen, you can feel every word, as if she were personally talking to you.

> you: wouldn’t be the first time

> you: so. when’s a good time for the call

> you: and what are the rules?

> hyem_hyemu: it’ll have to be a bit later

> hyem_hyemu: couple hours

> hyem_hyemu: gotta shower and do some stuff

> hyem_hyemu: anytime after is fine!

> you: got it

> you: catch u later:D

In the meantime, as you lie in bed, head pressed against the pillow, your cock stiffens in your grasp, pumping slowly, languidly. Your eyes shut, imagining your hands are hers.

“How’s my Hyemdan doing? Are you touching yourself? Show me.”

You’ve been thinking about her for hours. Even when she’s on stream, casually cursing out lag or her opponent for being too good, of course your eyes fall on those tits she blatantly likes to show off for views. But tonight’s special; it’s the moment you’ve been waiting for: where you finally get to see her—just you and not the other hundreds of anonymous users pervading the chat.

“Now, are you ready, baby? To make a mess of yourself?”

Hyewon’s voice is silky smooth, sultry and seductive, like she’s beckoning you to fuck her.

“Are you ready, baby? How badly do you want me?”

You pump harder, faster, your tip leaking, a sign that you’re close to finishing.

“Cum for me.”

Imagining her hands are around your cock, you edge yourself, stroking to oblivion, unabashedly moaning, groaning, panting, acting like she’s on top of you, riding it, bouncing on it, letting her tits smother your face—

It’s only just your imagination filling in the gaps, but it feels real. One hand’s on your shaft, the other on your phone, watching a compilation of Hyewon’s sexy TikTok dance challenges on Reddit. Even in those, she’s still pushing the boundaries of what classifies as explicit, dressing in the most skimpy outfits imaginable.

And then, the notification from Discord: a private server invite from hyem_hyemu to get your promised video call.

Snapping from your daze and quickly collecting yourself, you rush back to your computer setup and go from there. She’s already on the voice channel, waiting for your arrival.

So you hop on.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

The difference in your voices is night and day; hers is casual, relaxed, while you’re nervous, antsy, probably worse because the lingering thought is there, the notion you’d been rubbing one to her mere minutes ago, even though she has no fucking clue about that—and never will.

Hyewon turns the camera back on. “Glad you could join me. Sorry I’m a bit late, but here I am!”

“No, no, no, don’t worry. I had to finish—something. But it’s no big deal, really. Anyway, hi, and thanks for inviting me to this call.”

“Of course. I’ve been wanting to have a proper chat with you for a while. Like, you’re always in my streams, donating, giving memberships, offering advice—the usual.”

“I’m a huge fan. Always have been, ever since your days as an idol.”

“Oh, yeah. Those were the days. Hard to believe I’m streaming full-time now. Wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to keep doing the idol thing, and this seemed like the better option.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, you know. Money. Time. Idol groups are on 24/7, and I’ve given it a go, but I wasn’t really good enough. But enough about that. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?”

The change in conversation throws you off for a second.

“Uh—sure.”

Hyewon leans forward like always. Tits pressed together, still in her black nightie from earlier. “What do you want me to do for you?”

“H-huh?”

“The fancall. That’s what you want, right? A little private time between us, no distractions?”

“Um.”

“Don’t play coy. We can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want.”

And that’s got your head spinning. Most of the winners, the ones you’ve talked to at least, said they spent somewhere between 10 minutes up to an hour with their calls, ranging from the safe (gaming session) to the cringe inducing (making her do aegyo like during her idol days). You, on the other hand, have far worse ideas in mind, but you’re not entirely sure whether it’s even worth possibly your one and only chance. One wrong move and everything—your money, your name, your dignity—can disappear.

“So?” Hyewon drums her fingers, impatiently waiting. “We don’t have all night. But it’s okay, take your time.”

Even though you’re confined to the four corners of your apartment, you’re bouncing left and right, as if the whole world’s about to judge you for what you’re about to say. It’s a slow, embarrassing admission, churning the gears in your brain.

“I—uh, would like to, you know—see more.”

“Hm?” she raises a puzzled eyebrow.

“I mean—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself. I understood right away.” Hyewon’s smiling from ear to ear, showing glimpses of her idol self. “You want me to undress for you, right?”

Your eyes snap wide open. You almost fall back on your gamer chair. “I–”

“C'mon. Don’t be shy. Of course you do.”

You can barely squeak a reply, but you manage a simple “Y-yeah.”

“Hey. This is the same person who gets asked to strip or just wear thongs every stream. I might be stupid at gaming, but not that stupid.”

Considering that you’re a regular in her stream chats, you probably should have known she’s used to such degenerate filth by now.

“I figured,” you mutter, your tone gradually dying. Regardless of how you would have said it, there’s no clearcut way to state your intention without coming off as another pervert or gooner—which you are. “Just wanted to make sure.”

“Well now that you’ve confessed, what else can I do for you?” Hyewon slides off one strap of her nightie, hiding nothing beneath that thin piece of fabric. She’s usually braless when she goes live too, but it’s a good reminder of how natural her tits are.

You’re already foaming at the mouth, sputtering through your words.“I—”

“Actually,” she adds, fiddling with the other strap, leaning closer on her camera, but deliberately not slipping it down, keeping you on edge. “I want to see your face. If it’s convenient for you.”

The sudden request throws you off even further. All this time, you’ve been tiptoeing around the fact you’ve been pleasuring yourself to her, and now it seems like your sins are finally coming to light. It’s a day of reckoning.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Not much. I guess I could say it’s only fair if I’m undressing for my top dono and sub gifter, but it’s up to you. I’m not gonna force you if you don’t wanna—”

Your camera turns on, by your accord, before she can finish. And Hyewon’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

Almost immediately, the air thickens, and tension has never felt higher even though you’re worlds apart. Her expression’s the same: half-smirk, half-smile, knowing and aware of her power over you.

“Ooh, we’ve got a pretty cute looking fella,” she says, snickering, but genuine. “Would be a shame if something happened while we’re talking, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t think so,” you reply, nonchalant but clearly flush with shyness all over.

“I suppose it wouldn’t.”

Hyewon flashes a wicked grin, a look that would make any viewer weak. How much more when you’re the sole witness.

“Can I ask you something?” you say.

“Sure.”

“If this was anyone else, would you have done this?”

“Depends on the person. This isn’t the first time someone’s asked me to strip for them, but hey, I’m kinda forced to—by my own rules.”

“Ever turned someone down before?”

“A few times, yeah. Mostly excusing it to scars or blood, but I think this one’s a worthy recipient.” And she’s referring to none other than you.

Without waiting a second further, she lets the other strap of her nightie down her shoulder. Pushing the rest of the dress down her slender frame, Hyewon leaves little to your imagination; she’s as perky as you’d envisioned, all tits and hourglass-shaped in the rest, still carrying remnants of her idol physique. And when she stands up to let you bask in the rest of her nude figure, revealing that she’s not wearing panties beneath—

You might as well die right then and there. She’s left you utterly smitten.

“Wow.”

“First time I’ve heard that,” Hyewon giggles playfully, covering her mouth, lowering her head as if it’d been out of view.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. You’re fucking hot, Hyem, but seeing you actually naked like this—”

“Hey. You asked, and you got it,” she remarks, sitting back down, this time a bit distant from the webcam to let you bask in her slender, creamy legs. “Now, can you do a little something for me in return?”

“Of course. Anything for you, Hyem.”

You’re trying to keep your eyes on her face, maintaining some semblance of class, of control, but when a naked woman like Hyewon is on the other side—it just isn’t possible. Not in the slightest.

“I want you to undress for me,” she then says, deflecting your request back.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Hyewon smiles casually, knowing there’s no workaround, no tiptoeing the lines. “It’s only fair that I showed my body; now it’s your turn.”

You don’t protest, nor do you have the capacity to do so. Within seconds, you’re standing up, shedding off your shirt, then your shorts, leaving you equally naked, save for the boxers before sitting back down. All throughout, the rosiness spreads through your body and constantly lingers as she intently watches you strip.

“Forgetting something,” she deadpans. Not her. You.

You feign ignorance for a bit as she idly sits there, waiting. It overcomes you—the shame, the awkwardness. So you slip your boxers down too, leaving you utterly exposed before her eyes.

“Not bad,” Hyewon says as you cover up your cock with your hands, fully hard in her presence. “Hey. We’re both naked right now,” she adds, tilting her head, piercing your soul with her gaze. “No point hiding it.”

You slowly part your legs, allowing her the opportunity to see, and she leans forward, her tits pressed together again, her eyes locked on your cock, and her lips part, a smile tugging at the corners.

“See. Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

There’s nothing you can say or do. She’s the one calling the shots. The one dictating what happens.

“It’s all mine,” she whispers, and those three words set you aflame.

“Anything for you, Hyem.” You’ll do everything at this point, down to getting on your hands and knees.

“Such a sweetheart,” Hyewon comments, raising an eyebrow. “I’d love to see how sweet you are. In person.”

“I’ll be anywhere you want, Hyem,” you remark.

“Don’t know my address, silly,” she reiterates. “But for now, I want to see you stroke one for me.”

The audacity of her demand. Almost like she’s read your mind and studied it extensively. Surely, she has no clue about how much you’ve given for her just by watching, by viewing her thirst trap photos, and of course, what you were doing minutes prior to this video call. It makes your brain go hazy thinking about it.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Hyewon crosses her leg sitting down, like a queen establishing her throne. “Need you to prove how much you want this.”

As if getting naked for her wasn’t enough. How you’d crawl over glass, step on Legos to reaffirm your devotion.

“Hyem, I—”

“Go ahead. Touch yourself,” she commands, leaving no room for argument. “Look at me while you’re doing it.”

Still, you freeze up, incredibly hesitant when you’re finally put under her microscope, under her judging eye.

“Hey. Eyes on me. Only me,” she reiterates, and the clock is ticking. The lingering thought that she can click off at any time is what finally spurs you.

That’s when you begin, pumping your hard shaft, pretending that this is the real thing: Hyewon beneath you, taking your cock in her cunt, overwhelmed by heavenly bliss beyond comprehension. Your eyes, however, are not looking into hers, but instead, the space between her legs, and the sight of her legs spreading gradually, glistening with her sheen, sends you into overdrive.

“See something you like, babe?”

“F-fuck—” you mutter out, feeling the sensation kick in, letting your instincts take over. “Your cunt—so wet—”

“That’s right.” Hyewon squeezes a breast with her hand, reaching down to her core with the other, brushing it gently to tease. “You imagine fucking this? Going hard inside me? Treating my body like your personal fuckdoll?”

“Fuck yes, Hye—holy fuck—”

It’s here where your inhibitions disappear—and for good. No longer bound to pressure, finally letting loose, with Hyewon herself allowing you to act out all your fantasies right on the screen.

“I bet you’ve been dreaming about this moment. Touching yourself whenever I stream. Getting a taste of this body. Imagining fucking me every day and every night. Is that right?”

You nod vigorously, not a hint of hesitation in your mind. The strokes ramp up in pace too, faster and faster.

“Say it. Say it aloud. Tell me what you wanna do.”

“Touch you, kiss you, fuck you, use your holes. Every single one, Hye—I want to fuck you senseless.”

“Tell me: what’s the first thing you wanna do? Start with the first thing on your mind. I wanna hear it straight from your lips. Tell me everything.”

“Eat you out,” you blurt out without a second thought, biting on your lower lip. “Eat your pussy, drink up your slick. Lick and suck on your clit, make you cum.”

“Go on.” Hyewon begins to pleasure herself on camera too, stroking her cunt, body trembling, toes curling, squeezing her one breast a bit tighter.

“Then I’d have you on your fours—” you breathe, gasping and focusing on getting off to the very image splayed on your screen. To say it’s pornographic would be the understatement of the century. If she weren’t streaming games, you’re 100% certain she’d be doing adult videos instead. Might as well; her outfits aren’t far off. “I’d have you on camera—moaning and keening—while I fuck you from behind—”

“Fuck—fuck—that’s so hot—” she whines out, ramping up in pace as well. “Keep going—”

“Doing it while squeezing your breast—sucking and licking it up when you ride me—and tell me how good my cock feels—”

“It feels so fucking good—” she blurts out, head drawn back, fully engrossed in her own pleasure. “God, yes—fuck me up—”

“Licking and kissing your neck—”

“Marking me—claiming me—your personal fucktoy—”

“Letting me know whose hole I can use—when I feel like it—”

“My entire body is yours—”

“Hands around your throat—”

“Touching and groping, making a mess of me—demanding I call you your cumdump—”

“Cumming inside, filling you up with my load—”

“God, yes, fill me, fill me up—!”

“Stuffing you full, marking your womb—”

“Take me, mark me, claim me—”

“Giving you every drop of my cum, showing who owns this body—”

“You. You. You. Fuck!”

And it’s this affirmation that sends you flying over the edge.

The pace had grown past the point of control, beyond what you could bear. Even through a distorted microphone, you can feel the wanton need in her voice, the genuine depravity. How bad she fucking wants it, and how fucking bad you need it too.

“Yes, baby—cum for me—give it all to me—” Hyewon moans, and the instant she sees your load shoot out, painting the desk and parts of the screen white, she’s also sent careening over the line, her fingers digging deep into her pussy, squirting clear juices, specks hitting the keyboard, the monitor, and the mic.

“F-fuck! God, fuck!”

The last spurt of her cum spurts onto the desk. Not a lot, but enough to leave a lasting memory. Hyewon arches against her chair, her body fidgeting uncontrollably, unable to stop her fingers through her orgasm. It’s heavenly, divine. Everything you both wanted it to be—and you aren’t anywhere near each other.

Both of you slump back in your respective seats, letting your peaks subside gradually. Every muscle aches. Every deep breath is a miracle. You can only imagine what the other is feeling after all that.

You’re the first to regain some semblance of consciousness, your tone raspy and exhausted. “Fucking hell.”

“Yeah.” The answer on Hyewon’s end is low, borderline stifled that you can blame the thick load of slick for potentially ruining her setup. “Shit—it’s everywhere—”

On the screen, on the keyboard, on her chair, on the floor.

“Good,” you blurt out, chuckling with delight. “Means that you feel the same way.”

“Or maybe I’m just horny and in need of a good dicking,” she retorts, keeping some distance between her and your hopes that this can get beyond first base or the talking stage.

“Then you know who to call,” you joke.

“Fuck off.” Hyewon fires back, quickly rushing to find some tissues to clean up her mess. You’re more than content to stay a while, basking in the handiwork you’ve made. “A few thousand on me doesn’t automatically make me yours.”

“But it does mean I get to watch you strip and touch yourself on camera,” you tease cockily. “Shame you’re cleaning up already. My cum looks nice flowing down your legs.”

She shoots you an exasperated look through the screen that elicits a toothy grin and chuckle on your end. “You mean my slick, yes?”

“Right, right.”

“But yeah. I’m gonna have to call it here,” she then blurts out, finally clearing her chair of her arousal. “Getting late and I gotta be up early.”

“Unfortunate. It was just getting good too.”

“True. That was a bit of fun,” she admits, and your ego has never felt more over the moon.

“So when will we do this again?” you ask, testing how far your hubris can go, but she immediately shuts it down before it’s even got off the starting line.

“When you win another lucky draw,” she answers smugly, smiling widely as a taunt. “Good luck now that I have over 3000 subs!”

“Don’t want my money anymore, then?”

“Fuck you.”

“Heh. That’s why I love you, Hye. More than just your banging body, you’re such a cute soul.”

“And you’re such a prick, you know that?”

“Not the first time I’ve been told.”

Hyewon simply shakes her head and concedes. “Aight, I gotta get off. Congrats again and see you on the next stream.”

“Bet.”

But not without leaving a parting gift: she playfully kisses the cum-stained part of her webcam, applying her signature through the air before the screen goes dark, leaving you with your own thoughts.

“God. This woman is gonna be the end of me.”

One thing is for sure: that next stream is gonna be something different.