Chapter 47: Vancam Broadcasting, Part 3

800,000 won.

It’s 800,000 won.

It’s not a small sum, it’s close to a million won.

Min Hayoon, sensing that something was up, hid her bewilderment and checked the chat window first.

-Yessss.

-That’s what I’m talking about~.

-I don’t know what it is, but she’s going to dance, right?

-Nice, chairman!!!

The thirsty guys cheered.

It’s not that Hayoon has a particularly large chest like popular female cam models or that she shows her pretty face, but the sense of immorality that a high school girl is dancing in a cosplay outfit is what’s delicious to them.

It was obvious that they were grinning and typing away.

The thirsty guys that she had gathered, thinking they would help with Cosplay Holic’s sales, started to backfire.

-Wooooo!

-She’s dancing! She’s dancing!

-Hehehehe.

It wasn’t much different for the familiar nicknames that often appeared on Hayoon’s drawing broadcasts.

Men these days…

They can’t get enough of women.

They say they like 2D, but if a woman does something in front of them, they grin like idiots…

Hayoon sighed, feeling stuffy.

There was no one on her side.

She couldn’t have a bright expression.

[200,000 won donation]

-Do it.

And this crazy guy didn’t even miss Hayoon’s small sigh.

Are thirsty guys normally this rich…?

What are they thinking, spending a million won in minutes?

Do they have the mindset of playing a gacha game?

Are they collecting female cam dance clips like it’s some kind of bonsai game?

Yeah, they probably are.

There’s no other way they could act like this.

“Ha, haha…”

Min Hayoon felt dizzy.

It’s not like they’re treating her like a monkey in a zoo…!

“You, you’re banned from chat for now. I told you not to ask me to do things…”

[Mission registered!]

-If you do the Zero Two dance, I will give you an additional 1 million won.

-It’s just my earnest request, so you can refund it.

“T, two million…?”

At the dizzying price, Hayoon tightly closed and opened her eyes.

-Hey, you have to do this.

-It’s only right to do this, considering the principle of give and take.

-It’s really not right to not do this.

-I want to watch the drawing broadcast, but this can’t be helped. Haru.

The chat window had already been in chaos for a long time.

She hasn’t even answered yet, but 1 million won was pre-paid.

And another 1 million won after.

A total of 2 million won.

Even if she refused and refunded the money, just that alone would be enough for people to talk behind her back, saying she’s out of her mind.

But is that important now?

‘Image is consumable.’

Yes, image is consumable.

Once an image is consumed, it’s hard to recover it.

Why else would Hayoon be careful about exposing her personal information and only reveal her face through offline merchandise?

‘If I dance after receiving a donation, 2 million won will become the baseline.’

She will become a streamer who turns on a half-cam and does a dance reaction for 2 million won.

This is not a good sign.

It would be different if Hayoon had said something like a special reaction to commemorate reaching 35 million won, but…

‘This is viewer-driven.’

If you get swayed by donations, it’s all over.

No matter how large the amount, once you get swayed by money, that amount becomes the baseline for being swayed.

Even if Hayoon says she’s doing something else, if 2 million won comes in, she might have to obediently turn on the half-cam and dance.

And this is the worst.

“Sigh…”

She has to cut it off.

It’s a bit of a waste to lose 2 million won, but…

What else can she do but cut it off.

“Kill that guy.”

-Really?

When Min Hayoon told him to cut off the big spender, monmusumammattongjuice. ( this is a user’s nickname)

Woo Seo-jin spammed hooks.

Of course.

Honestly, Woo Seo-jin was watching this situation with half a mind to see her dance and half a mind to think that the thirsty guys were disgusting…

He didn’t expect Hayoon to make such a clean-cut ban declaration.

“I’ll refund the donation and reject the mission. You can cut him off. There will be a refund fee, but I said from the beginning that unreasonable requests are punishable by death, so keep that in mind.”

Are you really going to kill him?

“Just kill him.”

Slash.

Woo Seo-jin used the authority Min Hayoon had given him to cut off the big spender who had just offered a mission for the same amount as the 1 million won donation.

“Don’t do this, okay? Got it? A hand heart is enough, what more do you want?”

Hayoon also showed a cold reaction and completed the refund certification, then proceeded with the drawing while keeping the cam on.

She tried to draw while receiving recommendations and tried to change the atmosphere as much as possible…

-Sigh, this is not working.

-It’s so disappointing.

The noise doesn’t stop.

The chat window kept showing side broadcasts, and nonsense kept coming in through donations.

‘Just ban them all. You’ve been playing around, so do some quality control.’

-Really? Can I?

‘The broadcast itself is impossible. Just get rid of all the thirsty guys and leave only the familiar nicknames. Or put a follower-only time limit on chatting.’

-Confirm. Confirm.

Hayoon sent a private message to Woo Seo-jin, the chat manager, declaring a purge.

And Woo Seo-jin, as if he had been waiting, started to eliminate the unseemly thirsty guys.

So, after the first culling was complete.

“Okay, I’ll take the next request. Tell me anything. Bunny girl? Oh, okay. Got it.”

Min Hayoon seemed to be getting back into the flow of the broadcast.

-Mmm, bunny girl, that’s what I’m talking about.

-Do it in a high-leg, right?

“Ah, of course, a high-leg. F-cup at the very least.”

-Mmm, that’s it.

-As expected of someone who knows what’s appealing.

The viewers also escaped the chaotic atmosphere and the broadcast stabilized to some extent.

[1,000 won donation]

-But isn’t it a bit too much to cut him off after he gave 2 million won?

A 1,000 won reality check donation came in.

“Ah, damn it. Really!”

In the end, Hayoon couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the desk, making a loud noise.

It was a so-called desk slam.

“Hayoon… What was that noise? That banging sound…”

“Uh…”

“You…”

“Th, that’s…”

“What are you doing…?”

And Yoon Suhee came in.

The timing was impeccable.

-LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

-This is a new one.

-This is why I watch minors’ broadcasts LOL.

-Emergenc———y LOLOLOLOL

-Turn on the cam.

The viewers were cheering as if they were enjoying this situation.

Even though there was a bit of a commotion, Hayoon’s wallet had been considerably filled through this broadcast…

“What are you really doing?”

“Th, that’s…”

Somehow she felt like her heart was empty.

Yoon Suhee probably doesn’t know that Hayoon is broadcasting right now. She can still fix this.

Rather, the real problem would be if donation sounds started to ring out now.

Min Hayoon kicked the computer to force-quit the broadcast and immediately ran to Yoon Suhee.

“Th, this, it’s nothing. Nothing.”

“Nothing? This?”

Flutter.

Yoon Suhee waved Min Hayoon’s bluish-silver wig.

“Why are you cosplaying? What do you need to cosplay for in your room?”

“I, I just did it. Just.”

“Just?”

And the more she made excuses, the more Hayoon felt a sense of shame.

She knew very well that it was a lame excuse.

“Th, that… Should I say it’s for peace of mind? I wear clothes similar to the ones I’m going to draw and check them from time to time. The concept of this work is cosplay, you see. Cosplay.”

“Cosplay?”

“I, I like cosplay!”

“Why? Why do you like it?”

“It’s pretty! It’s unique! It’s a new side of me that I can’t see in everyday life.”

Words that she herself wasn’t sure about came out of her mouth.

How ridiculous this must look.

She could see it so clearly that the sense of shame grew even bigger.

But…

“Yeah, well…”

Yoon Suhee nodded slowly with an expression that said she reluctantly understood.

Honestly, she didn’t seem to understand at all.

It was hard enough to understand that her daughter was making a cosplay book, but how would it look if she was even dancing in this outfit?

“I got it…”

Even if it’s hard to understand, she has to understand her daughter’s unusual taste.

So Yoon Suhee nodded with a sour expression and slowly left Hayoon’s room.

And Hayoon…

“It’s annoying. Damn it…”

Closed the door firmly.

She threw herself on the bed and started swearing.

Hayoon thought that she was the type who didn’t feel reality checks when it came to making money.

Honestly, she thought she could get through this without any problems, considering what she had done so far.

But she was wrong.

“Sigh…”

Hayoon sighed, feeling a deep sense of reality.

She felt like she was going crazy.

How is she supposed to deal with this?

At least Yoon Suhee seemed to have backed off, thinking of it as just an unusual taste…

-Talk to me in detail tomorrow.

A text message arrived.

It seems like it won’t be over quietly.