Hacking to Get Close to BJs (Streamers)!

A café a little ways from BJ Sunhwa’s home.

It’s a flashy franchise café, but since the local area isn’t very developed—or maybe because it’s still morning—the place is practically empty.

Inside, where modern and Gothic styles blend together, it’s easy to spot someone who could only be Lee Sunhwa.

Despite wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes, her trademark platinum blonde hair and model-like fashion sense are impossible to miss.

Even though this is supposed to be a secret meeting with her voyeuristic stalker, she doesn’t seem to care about keeping a low profile. Typical Sunhwa.

As I sit across from her at the two-person table, her foot immediately swings forward, kicking me hard in the shin.

A sharp gasp escapes me, but with the barista and a few other customers present, I grit my teeth and hold it in.

“What the hell is your problem, kicking me like that the second we meet?!”

“You’re late, you bastard. Five minutes late, to be exact. Is that any way to treat someone you begged to meet?”

“It’s just five minutes! Give me a break!”

Glancing around, I notice the café’s clock shows I’m only 5 minutes and 7 seconds late.

“You live nearby, but do you know how much effort it takes for me to get here from my place?”

“That’s your problem, not mine. You’re the one who wanted to meet.”

“I had to transfer three times between buses and subways to get here!”

“How old are you, and you don’t even have a car? You broke-ass creep.”

“…Let’s keep words like ‘creep’ and ‘rapist’ out of this conversation, especially in public.”

“Ugh, idiot.”

Sunhwa is like a wild horse—untamed and impossible to control.

It makes me want to smack her and release her back into the wild, but I hold back.

I need to be patient. After all, I spent over 2 million won on her through star donations just to arrange this meeting. I have to treat it like my last chance.

She crosses her legs elegantly and urges me to get to the point.

“So, why did you insist on meeting me? I don’t want to see you any longer than necessary, so make it quick.”

“…You know what I want.”

She grabs her coffee cup, clearly on the verge of throwing it at me like in a drama.

I motion for her to calm down, dragging my hand downward in a soothing gesture.

Being blunt hasn’t worked with her, so it’s time for Plan B.

“Alright, fine. I understand how you feel.”

“If you really understood, would you spout such garbage, you bastard?!”

“Then let’s make a bet.”

“A bet?”

I flash her a sharp, determined look, aiming to take control of the conversation.

Since persuasion isn’t working, I switch tactics.

Taking a deep breath, I lace my fingers together and place them on the table.

“Let’s be honest. The last time we slept together… it wasn’t great, was it?”

“You think? Just because you have a dick the size of a hot dog doesn’t mean women automatically enjoy it!”

The few customers and the barista in the café freeze.

I nearly choke, coughing furiously to clear my throat.

Thanks to her yelling, our conversation has now become the unintended entertainment of the café.

Leaning closer, I lower my voice to keep the next part from being overheard.

“Alright, fine. I admit it—I wasn’t at my best back then.”

“No shit.”

“But I’ve improved since then. I’ve worked on my skills.”

“What, has your brain rotted from watching too much porn? What skills are you talking about?”

“Exactly what I said. If you don’t believe me, let’s bet on it.”

“A bet?”

I feign confidence and make her an offer she can’t refuse.

“If I can’t satisfy you this time, I’ll give you 5 million won.”

My voice wavers slightly at the mention of such a large amount.

I agonized over the figure back at home but decided to take the gamble, just like I did when I sent all those stars during her stream.

“And if I do satisfy you, you don’t have to give me anything in return. What do you think?”

To sweeten the deal, I even erase her risk entirely.

I thought I had her this time.

But then, Sunhwa looks at me with an expression of utter disbelief.

She finishes her Americano with elegant sips, sets the cup down, and finally speaks.

“Look.”

She spreads her arms as if to present herself.

Not entirely sure what she means, I glance her over briefly.

She looks stunning, as always.

“You’re gorgeous,” I admit.

“Thanks, but that’s not the point. Do I look like someone who’s short on money to you?”

“…No.”

I may not know much about luxury brands, but I can tell her outfit and makeup alone cost a fortune. Compared to me, dressed in affordable, everyday brands, she’s like a swan standing next to a duck.

Even with the experience I’ve gained thanks to the hacking tool, most men wouldn’t even dare to stand next to someone like her.

“Exactly. Do you really think a measly 5 million won is enough to make me lose my mind and agree to this?”

“No…”

“Right? Even your tiny brain can figure that out, can’t it?”

With that, she lowers her sunglasses slightly and gives me a smirk—a perfect, mocking smile.

My “brilliant” proposal is shot down in under 30 seconds.

Defeated, I slump in my seat.

I had spent hours at home coming up with this idea, but it was all for nothing.

Plan A had been to talk my way into convincing her. Plan B was the bet. That’s as far as my brain goes.

God, if you’re listening, why couldn’t you have given me some kind of mind-control app instead?

I rack my brain for another idea, but nothing comes.

No matter how hard I try to think, I hit a dead end. My enthusiasm fades, and I grow weary of even trying.

Time ticks by uselessly, and I consider cutting my losses and leaving.

But then, Sunhwa looks me over from head to toe, as if appraising me, before speaking again.

“How much money do you have in your bank account?”

“What?”

“Tell me how much you’ve got. Be specific—round it to the nearest hundred thousand.”

“Uh… about 2 million… no, more like 1.5 million.”