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Chapter 215 - Chapter 213: Episode 213


'I heard that if you combine Twitch and YouTube, the highest concurrent viewer count for a solo broadcast worldwide is around 6 million...'



Even if I don't hit 6 million, I hope I can reach 1 million.

They said that 6 million record was only possible because of some massive gaming event... if I, just doing daily life streams, can hit 1 million, that'd be a massive success.

I didn't care much at first, but now that I'm actually broadcasting, I find myself getting greedy.



'For world-class events like a moon landing, the Olympics, or major tournaments, the numbers go straight past 10 million...'



"...Ah, it's time to end the broadcast for today. See you tomorrow. Bye~ bye~"



-Noooooo

-I just got here

-Just stay a bit longer

-For real, clocking out right on time after 6 hours

-What did you even do that it's already time?

-Oppa, play a bit more~~

-We'll give you money, just work overtime



"Tomorrow..., um..., I'm thinking of doing some fun content. See you tomorrow for real. Bye~"



I ended the broadcast and safely shut down the computer.



"Hoo..., that was tiring..."



"Good work. Tomorrow, before the broadcast, we're signing a few contracts."



"...Contracts?"



"Yeah. Quite a few advertisements and sponsors came in for you. I'm planning to accept most of the decent ones. Hehehe..., that's all money. Money."



Contracts....

It's not another weird contract, is it...?

I felt uneasy, but I knew refusing would just get me punched in the gut, so I nodded and clocked out.



11 PM.

Finally, my free time.

I showered—having already washed up roughly before the broadcast—and flopped onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.



When I checked my smartphone, there were several missed calls.

I had put my phone on silent during the broadcast, so I must have missed them.



"Ahn Min-seo, Ahn Seo-yeon, Kim Ji-na, Lee Ji-eun..., even Azael. What the hell..., they all called...?"



I called each one of them back to ask why.

The reason was almost identical for all of them.



It was about why I was broadcasting.

They asked if I could handle the risk.

I had no choice but to say I had no other option and couldn't help it.

Among them, Ahn Min-seo was particularly neurotic, harshly criticizing me and venting her annoyance.



"Hey! Kim Do-jin! Have you lost your mind?! You're broadcasting?! Do you not know what your status is right now...?!"



"...I, I didn't want to do it either.... Min-seo-yah...."



"Crazy..., you crazy bastard...! If you get caught being from the Sex Slave Track like this, how are you going to live...?!"



"Uuu..., that's why I said I didn't want to do it..."



"Haa..., I'm going crazy.... Fuck..., but is it too late now...? Ugh..., I don't know. Do what you want."



"...."



"But seriously, can you handle the risk? If this blows up, you could end up totally fucked.... If people find out you're from the Sex Slave Track..., you'd be on the front page of the newspaper...?"



"I don't want to do it either..."



"Then you should have sabotaged the broadcast. Why are you being so good at it? And with an innocent concept, too. You crazy bastard. Ah, you fucking bitch. Seriously."



"...."



"Ah, fuck, you bastard. You're pouting again because you heard something you didn't want to hear. Hey. You bastard. I'm saying this because I'm worried about you."



"...I know. That you're saying it because you're worried about me.... But this involves all the students, the Student Council, and the Holy Sword Department holding stocks? Company shares.... And I got hit really badly.... If I resist, I might die..."



"......, ...Hey."



"Huh?"



"...Should I come back?"



"..., No. Then you'd be giving up on the tournament. ...It's, it's already happened anyway. I'm fine. Finish well and come back."



And even if she came back, how would Ahn Min-seo alone handle all the academy students?

On the contrary, Ahn Min-seo might get excessively protective of me and end up getting gang-beaten herself.

I just hoped she would stop worrying about me and focus on paving her own path.



"...Just hold on a little longer. Just a little.... I'll come back as soon as the tournament ends..."



"Okay.... I'm fine, so.... Hehe.... Min-seo, you do well in the tournament too, okay?

Don't slack off in the tournament just because you're worried about me.

Make sure you win that top-tier potion as the prize. That stuff is really good. Hehe..."



"......, ...Yeah. I'll definitely win and come back. Wait for me. Take care of yourself. Haa..., I'm so worried....

If you really can't endure it, tell me. I'll come back right away."



"Yeah.... I'm fine. And don't give up on the tournament.

If you give up without a valid reason, you get a penalty and can't participate in other tournaments for 10 years.

You don't need to suffer losses because of me..."



"Hoo..., I'm worried. It's concentrated training soon, and once I enter the tournament, I have to return my phone, so there's no external communication.... They confiscate all communication devices to prevent cheating..."



"It's okay. Don't worry too much. Since I started broadcasting, the kids have been treating me better recently..."



"Okay.... If anything happens, tell them to contact me through the school. Promise?"



"Yeah. Hehe.... Min-seo-yah.... Thank you.... For worrying about me..."



I talked on the phone with Ahn Min-seo for a long time and then hung up.

She was very worried about me.

Kim Ji-na also said she was worried and asked if she should give up on the tournament and come back, but not as much as Ahn Min-seo.



'...Why didn't Lee Ji-eun say she would give up and come back? That fucking bitch....'



Even Ahn Seo-yeon subtly implied I could go back if it was too hard,

but Lee Ji-eun gave off a slight feeling that she actually wanted me to get caught being from the Sex Slave Track and get fucked over.

She's a born sadist..., she's an even worse bitch than Ahn Seo-yeon, so it seems like she wants to see me suffer.

Ahn Seo-yeon also felt like she was internally conflicted.

Ahn Seo-yeon seems to have that feeling of both wanting to see me suffer and worrying about me.



'...This bitch.... Lee Ji-eun.... If I ever get found out, I should suspect this bitch....'



Anyway, after finishing calls with the girls close to me, and finally calming down Azael who was whining for sex through a mutual masturbation video call, I closed my eyes.

And when I opened my eyes, it was already morning.



"...Wow, time really flew by, no joke...?"



I must have been really tired; it felt like I fell asleep one second after closing my eyes....

Today, yet another ordinary day began.



I tidied myself up and headed to the Holy Sword Department.

Just like I used to go to the Ahn sisters' house every morning for sexual service, I had to go to the Holy Sword Department and do the same while they were away.

It was an order from Ahn Seo-yeon, and the Holy Sword Department used that order as an excuse to beat the shit out of me if I didn't come quickly in the morning.



After serving a certain amount of time at the Holy Sword Department, I go to school and get sexually serviced by the female students and faculty..., to put it bluntly, I get gang-raped.

When it's time to leave school, I do the internet broadcast again.

This is my weekday routine.



On my days off, Saturday and Sunday, I have to take care of things I couldn't do during the week.



For example, I go to Azael and researcher Kang Seo-yoon and have the sex I couldn't have all week...,

and I also drop by the infirmary to get temporary treatment from Elena (for Wild Elf addiction) and get fucked by her disciples Choi Young-mi and Park Ha-yoon....

Of course, they are faculty, so they often come to my classroom and fuck me too..., anyway....



Additionally, sometimes the laundry room employee Ahn Su-mi or Student Council President Jung Su-yeon barge into my room and fuck me.



Come to think of it, sometimes the convenience store clerk fucks me too.

Especially on weekends, when I go see Azael or am returning to the dorm afterwards,

if I pass by the convenience store, the part-timer is waiting for me, quickly comes out, grabs my wrist, and drags me into the convenience store's break room or storage to rape me.

At first, I resisted saying I didn't want to, but she slapped me and punched me in the gut....

After getting hit, I just obediently get dragged along and offer her cunnilingus or my penis.



#



Recently, I had a dream.

Something like, if I could go to a world where no one knows me, I could live a new life.

A life where I no longer live as a public sex toy,

not a life where I exist as something less than human, having to lie down when the girls tell me to lie down and spread my legs when they tell me to spread my legs,

but a life where I can live like a human being.

I hated this life of being livestock, having to eat meals topped with vaginal fluid, and if I drip vaginal fluid while giving cunnilingus, having to lick up the fallen fluid from the floor.

So when the Academy President offered me the chance to transfer schools,

it felt like a hope I had lost in this world was reborn.



"...I, I want to go.... ...Let me, let me go.... Please..."



"Hoho. Do-jin-gun.... You seem to really want to go?"



"Yes, yess.... Please, I beg you..."



"But then our National Hunter Academy female students might be very disappointed? They like Do-jin-gun so much."



"...Th, that's not liking! They rape me and bully me! Those fucking bitches! I never want to see their faces again! If I can transfer, I will! Please let me gooo...! Yes? Please...!"



"Hoo.... My, my. The female students would be sad if they knew this.... Huhu.... What if this is being recorded on video and leaked to our academy's female students...."



The Academy President gave a vague smile, as if knowing or not knowing, and said she would allow the transfer if the Student Council and Holy Sword Department gave their permission.

That very day, I went straight to the Student Council and Holy Sword Department on my own feet, performed a naked prostration, and begged.

I pressed my forehead firmly into the ground and implored them, begging.