Hacking to Get Close to BJs (Streamers)!

A newly built apartment in the heart of Seoul.

As I step into the interior of this place—something completely disconnected from my life—it’s hard not to be struck by its opulence. It’s a space far too luxurious for one person to live alone.

The expansive living room alone sets it apart. The high ceilings could easily accommodate a 3-on-3 half-court basketball game. Just from the estimated YouTube earnings and broadcast viewer statistics displayed on the app, it’s clear they’re living the high life—scraping together piles of cash like using a crowbar on an overflowing treasure chest.

The mission fee is 2 million won, and with the additional submission mission, it totals 3 million won. Not a small sum. With this amount, you could practically extort a fortune. Add another zero, and it becomes an enormous figure.

But outright theft—taking money from someone else’s wallet—would leave behind evidence of a crime. That’s not an option. Instead, I have the chance to savor something far more valuable than 3 million won.

As I glance around, the mission target, Ha Yeon-soo, enters awkwardly. Strangely enough, she seems more cautious in her own home than a guest might be when unlocking the door.

I feel the impatience growing within me. There’s no need to drag this out with unnecessary formalities.

“Let’s just get started already. Where’s the bedroom? There are so many rooms here, I can’t even tell which one has the bed.”

At first hesitant, Ha Yeon-soo finally takes the lead after a moment of silence. I follow closely, and my eyes immediately catch sight of a large double bed. It’s massive, spacious enough to fit four adults comfortably, its wooden accents radiating an air of understated luxury.

She deftly retrieves a wallet, pulling out a condom and setting it on the nightstand. The layers crinkle softly as it unrolls.

“… …”

“Teacher, stop acting so shy, like a middle schooler, and come in already,” I tease.

“You’ll keep your mouth shut when this is over, right? If anyone finds out, my reputation will be ruined, and the financial damage would be immense—”

“I already told you to trust me. Right now, trust is your only option.”

It might seem audacious to speak so boldly, almost like blackmail, but I know my words are persuasive.

“And you’re 33 years old. Surely you’ve been through plenty. Think of this as dealing with someone you dislike, like humoring an annoying advertiser.”

“You… What do you even know—”

“Enough talk. It’s a waste of time. Let’s begin,” I cut her off firmly, grabbing her slender wrist and guiding her closer.

I remove my top effortlessly and take a seat on the bed.

“Oh, before we start, stand in front of me for a moment,” I say, gesturing.

“…Fine,” she replies reluctantly.

Her figure is breathtaking, with curves so exaggerated they seem almost unreal. I’ve been yearning for this moment all week.

Unable to resist any longer, I run my hand along the most prominent curve of her hips. My restraint finally shatters, and I bury my face against her, inhaling deeply.

“Ah,” Ha Yeon-soo lets out a soft gasp, startled by the sudden motion and the closeness of my breath against her.

Despite the hint of submission in her reaction, my personal desires overpower everything else.
For weeks, I endured the humiliation of Pilates classes, fueled solely by the fantasy of this moment.

Even my daughter endured it while watching the body created by God dancing on the stage.

When I tried it myself, I found that it had a firm texture rather than a soft one.

From a hip-up butt to a firm pelvis thanks to daily care.

I put my hands on her thick thighs and play with them to my heart’s content. No matter how much I touch them, I never get tired of them.

Even though everything is still covered by their gym shorts, the excitement blurs the boundaries, and their movements become primal, devouring each other like animals.

“What the heck… What’s wrong with you?”

“… …”

“I can’t even believe it after touching it. Exercising with a body like this should be a crime. Do you have any idea how much trouble men go through trying to hide their erections?”

“The real crime is you… … AAAH!”

I breathe heavily against her, and she instinctively grabs my head, arching her back slightly.
The sensation of her body pressing against mine sends my excitement into overdrive, pushing me past any sense of restraint.

“I can’t wait any longer. Let’s take off our clothes and get started. We can’t just jump in without anything leading up to it. Have you ever tried the 69 position?”

Honestly, this is exactly what I want right now.
I want to feel the weight of her lower body against me, every inch of her becoming part of my world.

In the closeness of our shared breaths, we begin to explore each other’s bodies, taking off our clothes one piece at a time.
As this marks Ha Yeon-soo’s first time being fully exposed in such a vulnerable setting, my gaze naturally gravitates to her breasts and the curves of her body.

Meanwhile, Ha Yeon-soo keeps her eyes downcast, as if battling a mixture of shame, humiliation, and an emotion she doesn’t fully understand.

Then, when I pull down my pants, I am startled to see my penis spring out with surprising force.
A thick, vibrant organ juts forward, its substantial size reminiscent of a pink sausage.
The scent of the woman in front of me seems to excite it, standing tall at a perfect 180-degree angle.

“…Unbelievable.”

Just as I marveled at Ha Yeon-soo’s body, she now couldn’t tear her eyes away from mine.
“With a body like yours, you must have plenty of experience with men. Haven’t you ever seen one before?” I ask, half-teasing.

“That’s absurd… It’s bigger than when I was exercising! This is the kind of size you don’t even see in Western porn…” she stammers, her reaction far exceeding my expectations.

Like other women her age, Ha Yeon-soo couldn’t help but admire my well-sculpted physique.

“Alright, stop joking around. Let me see it properly now. I feel like the blood vessels are about to burst—it’s unbearable,” she mutters, her voice wavering.

Finally, after much hesitation, Ha Yeon-soo begins to undress.
She removes her tank top, followed by the sports bra she had been wearing beneath it.

I catch sight of the firm, elastic nipples on her C-cup breasts, just as I remembered from the video. While many seem obsessed with a pale pink hue, I find myself drawn to the slightly darker shade of her areolas.

Next comes the main event: the lower body.
I grip the elastic waistband and begin to lower it slowly.

What’s revealed is a flawless, smooth lower body without a single blemish. Her figure is indescribable, with a pelvis and thighs perfectly shaped, just as they appeared when she wore her Pilates tights.

“Hey.”
“…What?”
“There’s still one thing left. Take it off.”
“… … .”

And yet, the full view remains just out of reach.

I hesitate while holding the black floral lace panties that are not particularly revealing because they are too large.

“Please show me quickly, instructor. Why are you being so stingy when we’ve already reached the final destination?”
“Alright… stop complaining,” he replied, his voice soft, almost like a conspiratorial whisper during a late-night outing.

Lowering his tone, he finally revealed it.
“First of all, as you can see on the screen, the hair is thick. It’s grown in a neat, inverted triangle shape. The traces of shaving along the edges suggest consistent maintenance.”

Yet, the interior details remained obscured.
“…Ugh.”

I gently dug around with my index finger so as not to hurt it and lifted it slightly, and surprisingly, the vagina was pink.

Thanks to the meticulous overall management, the scene appeared neat and orderly.
“Haat!”
Unable to resist any longer, I leaned in closer, pressing my face forward.

He kneels down, buries his nose in Ha Yeon-soo’s vagina, and licks it roughly as if it were covered in honey.

Lick along the edges of the labia like a dog in heat.

“Ugh… Huh… Huh…!”
The sounds she makes are so obscene, it’s hard to believe this is the same woman who was initially forced into this situation.

To delve even deeper, I wrap my arms around Ha Yeon-soo’s thighs, placing her face down on the bed. Lifting her legs like a baby having its diaper changed, I support her thighs with my hands and explore every inch of her lower body.

“Haaang…! Ugh… Ah! Aang! Ah! Ah♥”
“Choo-up… choo-choo… Look at this… The pink entrance quivers so prettily, and it tastes salty and delicious.”

“T-Stop! Shh! …Why are you so good at this?!”
“Well, I don’t usually do this, but I guess I got excited because the instructor’s body is so irresistible. Ugh.”

“… … .”

Ha Yeon-soo, lying prone, slowly turns her eyes toward me, her expression shifting. At the same time, my arms falter, unsure of what to do next. Her lips quiver, then curve into a satisfied smile.

…She’s smiling while being forced into this?

I can’t tell if she’s simply weak to compliments, if she’s gotten used to the situation, or if she’s just naturally sensitive.

Looking closer, I recall that this is the same successful woman admired by others, caught up in this moment. Perhaps her motivations are less conventional—maybe she indulges not out of necessity but to satisfy hidden desires. Maybe it’s an act of rebellion or an expression of her confidence in her body.

At first, I thought this was just a side job for her. But now, I’m not so sure.

‘Anyway, it’s better if we enjoy this together.’

This was my first time experiencing something like this—such willingness and passion—among all the other encounters that had been tainted with contempt, anger, and humiliation. I was more than happy to accept it.

I finished lavishing attention on her, diligently licking every inch of her, savoring even the delicate curves of her exposed thighs, reminiscent of fragile wings.
“Over there… over there.”
“Whew. Thud. …Why?”
“Didn’t you say we were going to do it in the 69 position earlier?”
“Ah.”

She was right—I had said that. But I’d gotten completely distracted by her mesmerizing lower body.

Still, why bring it up now? What is she trying to suggest? Does she want to do this willingly?
“Why? Are you offering to suck it?”
“No… It’s just… I feel like I’m the only one on the receiving end…”

Despite her words, her eyes betrayed her true thoughts. She glanced at my erection with her gaze lowered, shy but full of intrigue. It was becoming clear: Ha Yeon-soo had a bold, deeply hidden side to her, a perverse nature coupled with an unusually high sexual desire.

Her moist body in this moment only confirmed it—likely a result of the attentive caressing.

There was no need to hesitate if she wanted this herself.

We moved to the center of the bed without hesitation.
I lay down as Ha Yeon-soo positioned herself on top of me in a 69 stance, our hands exploring and caressing each other’s most intimate parts.

“Ugh… haa… ugh…”
Soft, breathy moans escaped her lips as she adjusted herself, clearly enjoying the sensation. She wiggled her hips slightly, her movements teasing and playful.

In response, she reached out and lightly tapped my erection, almost experimentally, like selecting fruit at a market. Then, with deliberate slowness, she focused on the tip, gently enveloping it with her lips.

Her warm mouth took me in, her tongue gliding over the surface in one smooth, practiced motion. Her technique was skillful—an undeniable mark of an older woman who carried the confidence of someone with marital experience.

“It’s cold… It’s cold. Hurry up.”
The sound of their mingling breaths and wet exchanges fills the air.

Before long, Ha Yeon-soo, who had been moving rhythmically, pauses and opens her mouth.
He then comments with a teasing grin, saying he’d formally let her claim the title of the eldest daughter.
“Why? You’re good at this, so keep going.”
“…Okay.”

With a soft sigh, she lowers her head again, burying her face against him, encouraged by the praise. She seems determined, diving back in with renewed effort.

But it doesn’t last long before she lifts her head, her expression strained.
“What’s wrong?”
“…It’s too big. My jaw hurts, and I’m not used to it. It’s so different—I can’t keep up for long.”

He considers her petite frame and the effort she’s already put in. It seems like asking for more might have been too much.
“Alright then. It’s fine—you’ll have other roles to play soon enough.”
“Ah…”

Finally, he gives a kiss to the clitoris hidden in his vagina and raises his body.

“If it’s this wet, I guess I can go in right away?”
The lower mouth is already eager, thanks to the earlier caresses.
Yet, he chooses to ignore the awkward response from above, pretending not to hear.
Instead, he shifts position, lying down naturally beside her.
This year, she seems more cooperative and compliant compared to before.

To be honest, I used to get annoyed when other girls would belatedly resist and scream, but I’m thankful that you’re taking care of it for me like this.

With this grateful heart, he opens one of the condom packets and sacredly places it on his dick.

I thank you for being born again. I run my tongue from your waist to your chest and then put my dick at the entrance to your pussy.

“Then, I’ll enjoy this meal after encountering the instructor who caught my weakness~,” he teases with a smirk.

“… …”

With an air of mock politeness, he bows slightly, as if standing before a feast, savoring the moment before indulging.

His hands find the nape of your neck, pulling gently but firmly, guiding your posture as if positioning you just right. The weight of his touch presses down, deliberate and steady, making your breath hitch.

“Ugh!”

A soft gasp escapes your lips, met by his low groan.

“Hah…”

By pulling my waist with all my might, I opened the yoga instructor Ha Yeon-soo’s vagina.