Hacking to Get Close to BJs (Streamers)!

“Wh-when did this even happen…?”

BJ Yona covers her mouth in shock.

Sitting on the princess bed from yesterday, she trembles her legs anxiously.

After looking at my smartphone in my hand, she can’t take it anymore and presses the stop button.

“Well, there’s always a route for this. By the way, the house is smaller than I expected.”

The space is quite small, and aside from the broadcast’s visuals, it’s not much to look at.

A couple of large garbage bags, a sink full of dishes, and a kitchen filled with the smell of daily life. There’s a spare room, but it’s mostly filled with clothes, so I guess that’s not really worth mentioning.

After a quick glance around, I look up at her with a sharp gaze.

“What are you going to do about this?”

“If possible, I plan to end it cleanly without dragging it out.”

“What… what do you mean?”

“If you just follow my instructions for the next few hours, I’ll make sure everything gets cleared up smoothly.”

“… Don’t joke with me.”

BJ Yona clenches her hand tightly around my phone as if she’s going to smash it.

“What did I do wrong?”

BJ Yona glares at me boldly.

“This is blackmail, isn’t it? You’re the one who’s blackmailing me with a secretly filmed video, right? I don’t know how you filmed it, but you’re the one in the wrong here. Should I report it to the police?”

Her logic is solid.

But if she were going to push back, she should’ve done it more confidently. Shaking like a newborn deer doesn’t exactly scream strength.

Her bluff, using all her remaining money, is painfully obvious.

“Looks like you’re not getting the context…”

“No, my story is finished. I’ve seen your face, so you can stop now─”

“Is it more important that I’m blackmailing you, or that the video actually exists in the world?”

BJ Yona flinches, her spine stiffening.

“Your average viewer count was around 800, right? You’ve been getting a lot of donations, so despite the small number of viewers, your earnings are still decent. Not a glamorous place, but you own a house. It’s a small car, but you even have one.”

“How… How do you know that?”

“I’m saying you’re in danger of losing all of it, so you shouldn’t act so tough.”

“… You filthy bastard.”

“Or, if you prefer, I could just have you move to adult streaming? Or maybe marrying the man in the video would solve your problems?”

“Don’t joke! Who would marry a pig like that!”

“That’s exactly it.”

With a sharp knock on the bedpost, I lean in close.

“Are you going to do this or not?”

As I push harder, Yona shrinks back.

It seems even her weak bravado has shattered.

“… What do I have to do?”

Her attitude changes to one of submission, and I can’t help but smile.

In truth, the answer was decided the moment she started trembling like a willow tree.

First, I ask BJ Yona to change into her usual broadcast attire, and I adjust the angle of the camera for the perfect shot.

BJ Yona picks a simple yet form-fitting outfit— a T-shirt and shorts, which highlight her figure.

Now it’s time to begin.

“What, you really want me to do that…?”

“Yes. Just stick to your usual broadcast style.”

“Why do you want that? You’re not secretly recording this again, are you? Did you turn off the computer completely?”

“It’s just a personal preference, and why would I record a video with the blackmailer’s face clearly visible? I’m quite the gentleman, you know. Once this is done, I’ll delete everything.”

“… What about copies?”

“None. I don’t bother with such sloppy insurance.”

Her eyes widen in that instant.

She looks almost disappointed, as if wishing she had deleted it earlier when she had the chance.

But the phone is now safely back in my pocket, and her hope fades away.

“Alright, let’s get started. From now on, we’re going with the interview concept, okay? Ready? Action!”

I clap my hands like a director giving a cue.

Sitting in front of the broadcast computer, I take a seat on a regular kitchen chair. BJ Yona, sitting in the gaming chair, hesitates before beginning with her usual greeting.

“Ah, hello! I’m BJ Yona. I do general game streaming and run a YouTube channel, so please remember to recommend and add me to your favorites! Don’t forget to like and subscribe!”

Her line comes out so smoothly, like she’s reciting it from memory.

“Oh, general game streaming? What kind of games do you usually play?”

“Yeah, mostly new releases. When there’s nothing good to play, I usually stick to classic games that everyone knows.”

“Well then, could you show us a little bit of how you play?”

“Huh?”

“Your game. I’d like to see how you play.”

BJ Yona is caught off guard.

Since this is all part of an improvised concept play, it doesn’t go as smoothly as planned.

“Yeah, sure. Since I can’t play computer games, let me show you a mobile game.”

She pulls out her white Apple phone and clicks on a game app.
The screen shows short, chubby characters and vibrant colors, with various flashy effects making the game quite loud.
“What kind of game is this?”

“Oh.”
Approaching with interest.
Because the screen is small, you have to get closer to see what’s going on.
Of course, it’s not just for looking at the screen.
Squishy.
He pretends to be interested and grabs her ample breasts.
The other hand sweeps down her thick thigh.
BJ Yona’s erector spinae muscles are stiff and hard.
“Hey, what are you doing over there…?”
Even the way he speaks is out of sync with the concept, but he orders me to endure whatever happens before we start, and since both hands are on the smartphone touchpad, I can’t shake it off easily.
“What on earth should I do…?”
“Oh~ Please focus on the game. You need to show off your power as a comprehensive game BJ.”

“… … .”

“Um… I already have two lives left on my heart symbol, so do you think I can clear it?”

“If it were normal, I could break it… Haat!”

BJ Yona puts her hand deep into her chest. She touches the skin directly, kneads it, and holds the nipple tightly.

“Well, the game itself is easy, so… sss… if you just get the timing right… … ahh!”

It’s probably closer to pain than pleasure, since I’m playing with it as I please, even if it’s just a shallow moan. If she felt threatened and then assaulted, she must be crazy.

In addition to the hand that was kneading her breasts like a rice cake, the hand that was sweeping her thigh gradually increased, and her character fell into a hole and died, as if she couldn’t concentrate.

“Ah~ You died so quickly. You’re a general game BJ, but I guess you’re not good at games?”

“… … .”

“Now that we’ve roughly seen your gaming skills, let’s move on to the next interview.”

As he fell back down and sat on the dining chair, his eyes suddenly changed into those of an axe. He was glaring at me as if he was going to tear me to pieces, as if he had a rough idea of what was going to happen from now on.

“Okay, now that you know who he is, let’s get to the point.”

Ahem, clear your throat.

“You said you’re a comprehensive game BJ, but do you make a decent income?”

“… So-so.”

“But why did you sell your body?”

“What, what!?”

“There was a big guy in the video. Didn’t you sell your body to him?”

“That, that’s not selling my body! It’s just for friendship…”

They deny it with great force, but then they crawl back in.

“Oh, so you two are dating?”

“That’s not it….”

The movement of avoiding eye contact seems embarrassing to express with one’s own mouth.

“You call me ‘Chairman’ on screen, aren’t you the president of the fan cafe or a viewer who has sent you many ‘Starpung’ messages?”

“……that’s right.”

“So you simply had sex with your fans to get to know them better? Then, do you have orgies with all your fans behind the scenes?”

“… … .”

His lips were tightly shut in response to the barrage of questions, but then slowly opened.

“That person… is someone who has helped me since the beginning of the broadcasting station. He helped me a lot when I was having a hard time, but recently, when I got settled in, he started making some unreasonable demands…”

“But still, he asks for my body. Can’t I refuse?”