Chapter 213 - Chapter 211: Episode 211
At the National Hunter Academy, we also study a special mass agitation psychology course called the Virtual Enemy State and Public Psychological Warfare Unit...
To think she'd use what she learned there here...
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The broadcast engineering and planning that came from the fingertips of Song A-ra—who calls herself a Streamer Simp—ended with my tears decorating the finale.
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"...You'll come tomorrow too, right...? What if I come tomorrow and there aren't any people... Please come tomorrow too... Hic, sniffle, sniffle..."
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-I'll definitely come tomorrow!
-I'll take a day off if I have to, I'm coming to see you!!
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The viewers, who had no idea my tears were part of the act, promised to definitely come watch tomorrow's broadcast too.
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So, after a long, long session of reading donations, coaxing, soothing, and begging the viewers who told me to keep broadcasting, I finally ended the broadcast.
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After the broadcast ended and I completely turned off the computer, I let all the strength drain from my waist.
I slumped down and collapsed against the chair.
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"...Haa. Fuck... I'm exhausted... I never knew broadcasting would be this hard..."
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I guess you really can't do broadcasting unless you're born for it.
I only managed to do six hours because I had support from Song A-ra and several other female students.
Of course, I heard it gets better as I get used to it... but still...
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"Good work. Hehehe... Oh my, my little goldmine..."
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Song A-ra comes over and even massages my shoulders.
As a bonus, she subtly rubs my ass too.
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It's really awkward because it's not the treatment I usually get.
How much did I even earn...?
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"...So, how much did I earn today?"
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"What would you do knowing that?"
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The good atmosphere suddenly turned cold, like an Arctic front.
Song A-ra looked at me as if I were a thief—even though it was my own money I'd earned.
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"...Ah, no, I was just curious..."
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"You don't need to know. Just focus on doing your broadcast well."
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"...Ye-yes..."
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"Just so you know... it's not like you'll earn a lot of money just because you work hard.
If you slack off on 'our broadcast' with such careless thoughts,
that day you'll go to the bathroom and get the shit beaten out of you by me. Got it?
I'm being nice because it's your first day and you said it was hard. Work harder from now on."
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"..."
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"Answer."
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"...Yes."
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I don't know exactly how much money I earned today.
But at some point the minimum donation became 100,000 won, and donations just kept exploding nonstop.
I remember continuously reading the donors' nicknames and thanking them.
The broadcast lasted about six hours, and I was reading donations throughout.
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Let's say ten seconds per donation read. One hour is 3,600 seconds. Six hours is... hmm... where's the calculator... Anyway, multiply that by 100,000 won... huh... 216 million? But it's not like only 100,000 won donations were coming in. There were much bigger ones too... maybe 250 to 300 million? Even after fees and taxes, if I lowball it for easy calculation... 200 million.
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In my estimation, I earned at least 200 million won today alone.
I understood why Song A-ra was all smiles seeing my earnings.
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...Even if it continues like this... of course, there's the opening day buzz... but if it's 200 million a day, times 30 days in a month... 6 billion...
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That's enough to pay off my debt quickly.
Of course, I can't know if the money will keep coming in as expected.
Today might have been particularly profitable.
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Plus, with the weird contract I signed, it's not like the money falls directly into my hands.
Song A-ra said she'd give me a salary and incentives... but I don't know how much she'll give...
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Will that tyrant boss even give me my proper money...?
She seems like the type who'd belly punch me if I even bring up salary for no reason...
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"Wow... even on the first day of broadcasting, advertising and sponsorship inquiries are pouring in... Fuck... Heh heh heh."
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"..."
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Song A-ra kept grinning happily.
I could only hope she'd properly give me my salary and incentives.
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The day after the broadcast,
the female students at the academy were making a ruckus in the classroom, talking about the aftermath of my broadcast.
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"Wow♡ Fuck♡ The original product is so OP♡ One million subscribers in one day? Is this for real?
Sure, we did some promotion... but even from abroad, they're subscribing like crazy...? Is it because his appearance is a cheat?"
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"Do-jin's appearance is a cheat, for sure. And his gestures and vibe are just so lewd...
It's like he's sending a universal language message saying 'I want pussy, please rape me'.
In my opinion, the virgins who watched yesterday's broadcast had a raging masturbation session in their rooms and exploded with vaginal fluid.
If he broadcasts again today, subscribers will increase even more? It was crazy on foreign communities too."
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"Kekeke. Song A-ra pulled off a killer business idea. I can already hear our stock dividends going up. Haha."
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"Hey, but the fact that we promoted it is also a cheat. Our school alone has over 10,000 students...
It's not like our contribution is nothing. And everyone's keeping their mouths shut about Do-jin's secret. Heh.
Plus, we all promoted it on the internet. They probably subscribed too. Tomorrow subscribers will increase even more?
Being an active National Hunter Academy student with a god-tier handsome appearance—it's an obvious winning formula. It can't fail.
Ah, and the Student Council and Holy Sword Department sent an official document telling people to subscribe using family accounts too. Hehehe."
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"Why are the Student Council and Holy Sword Department suddenly running around so actively?"
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"Didn't you know? When Song A-ra first created the corporation, she transferred a significant portion of shares to the Student Council and Holy Sword Department.
If it looks profitable, of course they'd actively cooperate and get greedy.
That's why we started subscribing and promoting too. Because they're shareholders. Small-scale shareholders, but still. Kek."
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"Ah ha... Is that so? Hmm... then I should get all my parents' accounts subscribed first too.
Our cute sex slave Do-jin really has no flaws... Heheh. He gives good cock. He earns money well too... Hehehe."
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The academy girls pat my head, praising me for earning them money.
Of course, I'm on my knees giving cunnilingus with a 'Traitor' sign hanging around my neck.
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"A sex slave like this with a pure, pretty shota concept... Kek. Fuck. If those bitches who donated yesterday knew this fact, they'd flip out."
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"Haa♡ Haa♡ Do-jin is good at cunnilingus♡ The internet broadcast god also gives good oral♡"
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"Slurp♥ Slurrrp♥ Smack♥ Pop♥ Pop♥"
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"But Kim Do-jin, why are you wearing that traitor sex slave sign? 'I am the worst trash traitor sex slave who sold out my country and friends to the virtual reality villain.' What does that mean?"
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"Ah... that? Didn't you see the video of Do-jin's virtual reality training that was uploaded last time? This sex slave slut...
Because he didn't want to be tortured, he sided with the virtual reality villain rebels and sold out all the military secrets and stuff."
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"...Really? Kim Do-jin. Are you crazy?"
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"Slurp♥ Slurr♥ ...I'm, I'm so sorryyy... I'm, I'm really reflecting on my actions... Hic, sniffle, sniffle..."
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"Hey hey. It's in the past. Stop bullying Do-jin♡ He got beaten like crazy back then, so he cries even just talking about it♡
Hey♡ Kim Do-jin♡ Stop sniffling and crying and just keep doing cunnilingus♡ I'm enjoying it right now, okay♡
Anyway, the military secrets of the country in virtual reality were one thing. But this bastard sold out all of his classmates' secrets too.
Especially leaking their code names, strengths, weaknesses, and even personalities. The 13th class got completely annihilated in the virtual reality. Kekeke."
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"Ahh... I heard about that. The 13th class can't even go on some field training or something. I heard something about a petition.
I was thinking, 'Did they get destroyed in some stupid way in the virtual reality A country civil war?' Our class won easily."
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"Right. That scenario wasn't that hard originally... Kek. Because of Do-jin, the 13th class got completely ruined...
That's why Do-jin had bruises all over his face and body every day for a while. The 13th class kids were so pissed they beat him like they wanted to kill him every day.
The parents of the 13th class, who are active hunters, filed a group complaint... wrote a petition, all sorts of crazy crap happened, and it was quietly swept under the rug...
I thought Do-jin was really going to get beaten to death at that time... He was pitiful, but the atmosphere in the 13th class was so intense I couldn't even help him. Kek."
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"Eheu... Kim Do-jin♡ If you weren't so cute, you would have died a long time ago♡"
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While doing cunnilingus on the girl's pussy in front of me, I felt another girl's hand patting my head.
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"And a story came out later. The 13th class was already losing a bit before their secrets were leaked, you know?
Apparently, that was also because of Do-jin. Kekeke."
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"Really?"
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"Yeah. Do-jin was wiggling his ass enticingly, tempting Choi Seo-ah, the one who played the commander role.
Choi Seo-ah couldn't concentrate... anyway, she couldn't resist and just openly fucked Do-jin right there in the command bunker.
After that, military discipline in the command bunker went to shit. Everyone started trying to fuck Kim Do-jin. So it went downhill from there."
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"...This Kim Do-jin guy... turns out he's a dangerous bastard. ...But on the other hand, Choi Seo-ah? I can understand her position too."
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"Kekeke. Me too. ...No, seriously, fuck. A guy this insanely arousing...
Lying there defenseless with such a lewd gesture of wiggling his ass enticingly,
how could anyone resist not fucking him? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to focus and would just fuck him right away. Kek."