Chapter 34
I gaze intently at Seo Ha-eun's chest, her heart full of embarrassment and fear.
As always, she was wearing long sleeves and long pants.
She was dressed in loose sweats that barely showed her figure.
Even dressed like that, she was so arousing every day that it was hard to hold myself back, so her insisting that a figure like hers wouldn't work made her look downright stupid.
“Are you going to do it or not? Answer me. If you really can't do it, I can change it a little.”
“Th-that part can't be touched….”
I took another step toward Seo Ha-eun, who was trembling but trying to leave out the most important part, and whispered softly into her ear from so close that I was almost touching her.
“…Exactly how can't I touch you?”
I didn't threaten her at all,
but simply let the pressure crush her on its own.
“My hands? Your legs? Your thighs? Your breasts? …If none of those are allowed, I can't accept the bet. Where's the limit? Tell me.”
“…N-not sex….”
It was so much fun tormenting this big-breasted, gloomy woman as she begged me not to have sex with her after losing the bet she'd proposed herself.
In fact, outside this room Seo Ha-eun was anything but gloomy—a brazenly sexual, haughty woman—but the Seo Ha-eun I saw here in her room was gloomier than any woman I'd ever met.
What else could you call a woman who had never dated a man even once and never left the house except to go to the gym?
The fact that she was so afraid of dildos she'd only ever tried clitoral masturbation seemed crazy, too.
…Honestly, I'm reaching my limit holding off on masturbating in preparation for the day I finally get to fuck her.
“Not sex? …You mean everything except sex?”
“So, uh… don't touch any weird places. And….”
“Which weird places? Be precise.”
“…My breasts and down there…, anyway! But you can't touch them….”
“You mean your pussy and nipples are off-limits? Everywhere else is okay?”
“….”
I once heard from someone in the know that 99 percent of saying nothing meant the same thing as saying yes.
It meant, ‘I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud, so please take it as consent and move on!’
Applied to the current situation, it meant, ‘Anywhere but my pussy and breasts is fine, so please use my body however you want.’
Whatever she was actually thinking,
that's what it came down to.
“Fine, then I'll only touch other places, and if the next video gets over ten thousand views, you'll do what I tell you, right?”
“….”
“Say yes. Or say okay. You lost, so you have to keep your promise.”
“Y-yes….”
I smiled at Ha-eun, who had been more or less forced to hand over a Seo Ha-eun free-use pass, then stepped away from her and checked the YouTube comments again.
…I'd tried to make the viral marketing look as inconspicuous as possible, but the comments were a mess regardless.
Some people used euphemisms to say, ‘Wow, fuck, those tits are insane,’
while others, in true macho fashion, wrote, ‘Your breasts are so fucking hot. I want to put your nipples in my mouth and suck on your tits.’
There were a few normal comments like ‘You play guitar well,’ but anyone who had commented on this video in the first place had been drawn in after seeing the buttons on her dress shirt straining to contain her breasts in the thumbnail.
Or they'd seen the viral posts I'd scattered around, dug up the original, tracked down the source, and crawled in here.
In the end, that meant all nine thousand of them were perverted bastards.
…I wrote a few of the normal ones myself, too.
“Okay, let's shoot right away. Since you've already showered, put on what you wore last time and come to the soundproof booth. Pick a song you play well enough and play it.”
“Got it….”
“Hey, at this rate, the views are climbing fast enough to make money too. Among the YouTube channels I watch, there are actually some that get fewer views than you do.”
Well…,
that doesn't mean it's a bad thing, though.
Getting turned on by those breasts is a perfectly normal sexual desire.
I put them out there for people to look at, so they should look.
And I intend to put even more out there.
“You agonized over it so much when this easy path was right there. I told you, with your figure, you'd get attention even if you just sat around studying.”
“No, I—I had no idea it would go this far….”
Ha-eun, who had somehow become an idol to a bunch of perverts, kept checking her phone, shocked both by losing the bet and by the absurd explosion in views.
I thought it'd be better not to read the comments until they were cleaned up, but it wasn't as though all the sexual harassment could be deleted anyway, so maybe it didn't matter.
Considering she'd tried auditions, guitar, and even YouTube, she clearly had an attention-seeking streak like me.
Even that sort of filthy attention probably didn't feel purely disgusting to her.
If she had no desire to be admired by others, she wouldn't even have looked twice at a path like this.
“Hey, your younger sister has a smaller chest than you but a great figure, and she's doing damn well. You think you won't take off? Your skin tone's the same, and your breasts are even bigger.”
“….”
I kept pumping her ego without pause, drawing out the pride that had been suppressed because of her successful younger sister.
Normally, that would be sexual harassment, not praise, but for Seo Ha-eun—who had succeeded in the end despite losing the bet—it was the perfect moment to get the message behind my words across.
“Take some confidence with you. The phrasing is crude, but honestly, you're fucking hot, you know? You felt it when you worked for the baseball team, too. The players would stare at you and whisper whenever they had nothing to do. …That was all sexual harassment, you know? They wanted to have sex with you.”
“Those fucking bastards….”
“But, Ha-eun, as you know, most men are sex-crazed bastards. Women are too. Everyone this age runs on sex drive.”
“….”
“Your sister's the same, isn't she? She shakes her ass onstage to appeal sexually to her fans, so it works like crazy, she rakes in money, and she's doing great. She's just turned twenty, yet she owns two houses.”
True to her name, her values were sexually conservative, and I worked hard to twist them.
That didn't mean a proper lady who hadn't even kissed anyone by twenty-six would turn into a complete slut overnight, but she couldn't simply hear such a tempting argument and let it go.
Even if you count one won per view, you already made ten thousand won by working ten minutes yesterday. If you work ten minutes today, you'll make another ten thousand. The only thing different from usual is that you're wearing a dress shirt and skirt. And just that is making this much difference.”
“I didn't know it would turn out this way either, so I….”
Would a woman who'd barely earned around two million won while enduring the sexual harassment of sweaty men
feel like going to work after earning ten thousand won in ten minutes just by casually strumming her guitar as a hobby in the warmth of her own room?
Of course not. Of course she wouldn't.
Even I felt like dying of envy when I saw acquaintances making money by putting money to work, but now that she'd learned how to make money for free despite having no starting capital, she could never return to her old life.
“Now that you know, use it well. Hurry into your room, change clothes, and come back. Today you'll work ten minutes and make twenty thousand won. Tomorrow you'll make forty thousand.”
“….”
Wearing exactly what she had worn yesterday,
appealing sexually with her figure without showing any more skin than before,
and playing guitar at the same merely listenable level as before,
even though she knew for certain that she would lose the bet,
she trudged into her room with confused eyes,
put on the tight suit she'd worn yesterday, and walked into the soundproof booth.
She made one mistake while playing that day, so it took fifteen minutes in all,
but when she woke the next morning, the new video had amazingly reached five thousand views in just half a day.
By this point,
she seemed more interested in the side benefits than in the bet itself.
***
March 20.
Evening.
…I lost again.
“Ha-eun, what are you going to do? It hit ten thousand in just one day.”
…Strange.
This doesn't make sense.
I've been clutching my phone all day, watching the view count, but it keeps going up.
What is this?
What on earth?
“This… I mean….”
“The previous video got close to twenty thousand, too, so this one reaching ten thousand is hardly surprising. What's the problem?”
“Did you advertise this somewhere…?”
“I didn't advertise it. Even when I only posted the thumbnail, people were asking who you were.”
“….”
I knew he'd pulled various tricks.
…But even Kang Ju-hyeok shouldn't have had much he could do besides scattering photos around, as he'd said.
Could just that much promotion really have led to this?
Me?
…Even after I went around to all those auditions after graduating, I couldn't get even one second on TV?
“Anyway, I won, so after you finish dinner and shower, come to my room. There's room for you to lie down there tonight too, you know?”
He took the winner's seat again as though it were only natural, then used me however he pleased on the day I lost.
…Strange.
My figure is obviously attractive,
and this must have happened because I'm good at playing guitar.
So why did I have to obey that man after losing to him?
In the end,
that meant Kang Ju-hyeok had more faith in me than I did in myself.
“Um…, Kang Ju-hyeok, the promise….”
“Jeez, fuck. I'll keep it. Of course. I'm not allowed to touch your breasts or pussy, right?”
“….”
“No matter how long you stare at your phone, the view count isn't going down. Give up. Shower, then come to my room. …Oh, and wear that same suit.”
“W-what are you going to do to me?”
“You'll find out when you come. …I absolutely won't touch the places you told me not to, so just come quietly.”
Even knowing I'd be devoured whole after finishing the dinner he'd prepared,
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the comments popping up all over my channel.
Most of them were comments making lewd remarks about my figure,
but every now and then, some people praised my guitar skills.
More than the fear of losing the bet,
the short comment ‘Your guitar is insane, sis’ shook my heart even more.
…This was no time to let my guard down over something so trivial,
I was about to be devoured.
My heart was softening. More and more.