Hacking to Get Close to BJs (Streamers)!

After splurging on the hacking tool upgrade and sending stars during her stream, it’s closer to 1.5 million.

Calculating how much I’ve spent only makes the situation feel even more hopeless.

Sunhwa smirks and adds fuel to the fire.

“That’s all you’ve managed to save? Pathetic.”

“Mind your own business.”

“Fine. Here’s the deal. Pay me 5 million upfront. And if you lose the bet, you’ll owe me double—10 million. Those are my terms.”

Her proposal leaves me completely stunned.

First, because she’s actually willing to entertain the idea. Second, because of the absurd amount of money she’s asking for.

“W-wait a second. Upfront? You want 5 million right now?”

“Well, you’re already a criminal. You blackmailed me, shook your ass for your own pleasure, and ran off. You should pay for that.”

“…Then what’s the deal with the 10 million? I thought you didn’t need the money.”

“You even sent paid gifts during the broadcast. They totaled over two million won!”

“That’s because I enjoyed watching your broadcast. Thanks for being such a generous supporter~ Really appreciate it! Satisfied now?”

“…….”

I knew it already, but she’s terrifying.

This is the kind of woman who looks down on corporate salaries, and now she’s presenting me—an ordinary citizen—with a proposal designed to completely devour me.

A high-stakes, all-or-nothing deal that’s as terrifying as it is seductive.

It’s a deathmatch where I risk everything, while her side bears almost no risk.

“If you’re not interested, I’m leaving. Oh, and just so you know, this is your last chance. Don’t contact me again, or I’ll report you as a stalker next time.”

Lee Sunhwa abruptly stands up, her movements sharp and decisive. It’s not an act—she’s genuinely about to walk out.

“Wait… fine,” I finally manage to say.

“What?”

“I’m in. All or nothing.”

“Are you serious?” Her voice carries a hint of disbelief.

I flinch, trembling slightly. Her proposal feels half-serious, like she’s only trying to provoke me.

But now that I’ve taken the bait, there’s no backing out.

“Go home and wait. I’ll prepare and come over.”

“Fine. But if you don’t transfer the money in advance, you’re not getting in. And if you cause trouble afterward, I’ll make you regret it.”

“Deal.”

I’m done being dragged around. Exhausted from facing impossible challenges, I’m determined to turn the tables on her.

After parting ways at the café, I return home. About an hour later, we meet again at her place.

When I press the intercom, her cold voice greets me.

“No money, no entry, stalker.”

“Just open the door. You’ll understand once you see.”

The sound of the door unlocking follows. She opens it, still wearing the elegant dress from earlier.

“If you’re planning something weird—”

I hand her the shopping bag I’ve been holding.

“Five million won,” I say.

Inside the bank-issued shopping bag are neatly bundled stacks of 10,000-won bills, totaling five million won.

“This is ten million won. If I lose the bet, you can take it,” I add, holding up another, slightly bulkier shopping bag for her to see.

I’ve drained my bank account for this. Technically, a small amount remains—enough for a month’s living expenses—but this is essentially everything I own.

Lee Sunhwa’s eyes twitch as she inspects the money, the weight of the situation slowly dawning on her.

“Are you an idiot? You could’ve just transferred it to my account!”

“This feels more like a bet, doesn’t it? Anyway, the conditions are met, so I’m coming in.”

“Hey, wait!”

Ignoring her protests, I step inside. This time, she doesn’t put up much resistance.

Her home is spacious and cozy, decorated with white walls and pink accents. Her bedroom, however, is like something out of a medieval noblewoman’s quarters.

One side of the room is lined with enough cosmetics to rival a store display. The bed is veiled, exuding an air of elegance.

It’s a queen’s chamber, both regal and refined.

Even though I’ve been here before, I can’t help but admire it again.

Trailing behind me, Sunhwa narrows her eyes.

“…Who said you could just barge in?”

“I paid to be here, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually bring cash… Are you that desperate?”

“It’s already past noon. Let’s not waste time and get started.”

“Ahh! Why are you taking your shirt off in my room? Ugh, did you even shower? Go clean yourself up first!”

Having run around all day, including a trip to the bank, I’m drenched in sweat.

I comply, taking a refreshing shower in her immaculate bathroom. When I return, still toweling off, she looks like she has more to say but holds back.

Sitting on the veiled bed, she sighs, resigned to the reality of the situation.

“Are you that eager to do this?”
“Yes. At this point, it has to be you.”

“…”

Somehow, those words come out sounding almost romantic.
Sunhwa’s lips twitch as if she’s about to respond, but instead, she exhales and rises to her feet.

“Just this once. If this turns out awful, I’m taking the money and throwing you out immediately!”
Her tone is sharp, a clear warning. Then, with deliberate movements, she unzips her dress, letting it slide to the floor.

“Uh, huh?”

First, he goes up to kiss and lick the pretty instep of Lee Seon-hwa’s foot while she is sitting on the bed.

Suck it with care as it moves up your ankles, calves, and thighs.

He melted it with his saliva, like heating iron, allowing her to slowly approach climax.
Cold… lick. Lick, lick. Cold…

“Hmm… ugh… huh, ahem! Where did you even learn such nonsense?”

She seemed surprised by how things had unfolded but remained composed, maintaining the posture of a queen.
Next, he gently caressed her elastic breasts, licking and sucking them with his tongue.
He rolled his tongue, skillfully stimulating the hardened peaks.

His erect penis pokes at Lee Seon-hwa’s white belly button, but it supports her back and adds stability.

“… Do you realize your dick keeps poking my belly button?”
“Please understand; it’s because your body is so beautiful and irresistible.”
“… Ah! Ah, ah… huh… hmm… Hey, hey! How long are you going to keep licking me?!”
“Hold on. There’s still some left; we have to finish.”
“You fucking pervert…”

Although it might seem contemptuous, Lee Sun-hwa willingly allowed him to suck on her soft breasts.
It was rare to feel such a connection with your heart.

Slurp, slurp… slurp! Slurp, slurp.

For ten minutes, I licked every inch of Lee Sun-hwa’s body, as if marking my territory—ensuring there wasn’t a single spot left untouched or unsaturated by my saliva.

As the caressing became longer, Lee Seon-hwa began to moan and moved to another position. She naturally laid down in the middle of the bed and entrusted her entire body to me, lying down like a baby.

Now slowly put your hand on the vagina.

He slowly runs his fingers over her shaved labia and kisses her stubborn clit.

“Ah”

He licks repeatedly like a hungry beast, continuously spurting out his semen.

In fact, rather than licking it, I put my mouth on it and squeeze it like drinking water from a water bottle.

“Ah… haa… hmph…! Hmm… ah, ahh…”

“Slurp. Slurp… Do you like it when I rub it?”

“You! How could an ugly brat like you do anything good!? … Ah! Aang… hah!”

“I like your moaning. I’ve never heard it before. It’s cute.”

“I told you to just shut up, get it over with, and finish it already… hehe♡,” Lee Seon-hwa quipped, her irritation barely masked.

Her fiery attitude only deepened my grin; I couldn’t hide the satisfaction spreading across my face. The effectiveness of the technique I’d been perfecting was no mere illusion. As I led the way, teasing her senses and injecting waves of pleasure, her body betrayed her tough exterior.

Even if she pretended to remain unfazed, her responses spoke volumes. Her body couldn’t lie. Her plump, eager flesh quivered like a clam, subtly inviting me in. Yet, I held back, savoring the anticipation and the stakes of our unusual bet.

Every lingering touch, every calculated movement—it all served a greater purpose: not just winning the bet but erasing the stigma of being labeled a “secret photographer” in her eyes. To do that, I needed more than just persistence—I needed results.

Reaching for the phone on the table, I activated the app, the key to tipping the scales.
[Would you like to activate “Female Corruption Lv.1” on BJ Seonhwa?]

When you click Yes, the screen becomes darkly shaded with the name BJ Seonhwa.

When the wait stretches on, Lee Seon-hwa shifts restlessly, her frustration palpable as she exhales sharply.
“Haa… haa… How much longer are you going to keep me waiting? If you’re going to do it, just hurry up already!”
“Yes, yes, I’m coming now,” I reply, a playful lilt to my voice.

Heart racing with anticipation, I step closer to her, her expectant gaze drawing me in, the intensity between us growing by the second.