Act 3 ― Dreams, Illusions, and Misrecognitions

[Rev 1.0]

“Live: C’s Invitation” is an adult-themed novel exploring digital eroticism, emotional fractures, and the structure of gaze.

All characters, events, locations, dialogues, organizations, and products in this novel are purely fictional and unrelated to reality. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

*This article is the English version of the novel ‘Live: C의 초대’.

▶Ch. 1: Overture ― In Front of the Hotel, Emptiness… Prelude to Temptation◀

▶Ch. 2: Prelude ― 30th Floor, Whispers Behind Closed Doors◀

▶Ch. 3: Act 1 ― Burning Lips, The Choice of Desire◀

▶Ch. 4: Act 2 ― On the Bed, Gazes of Indulgence◀

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“Live: C’s Invitation” is an immersive account of a man caught between dreams, illusions, and delusions—or misrecognitions. Desire extends a phantom hand, and truth hides within staged scenes. “Do you believe what you’re experiencing is real right now?” ― ChatGPT

J stood before the bathroom mirror, drying himself with a towel. Wet hair clung to his forehead, and his reflection gazed hazily. A subtle tremor ran through him.

What did I just… do? Why did I act that way?

J had watched C’s ‘live performance’ more closely than anyone else today, capturing it on camera. And at the moment she and her ‘partner’ P reached climax beyond the lens, J too had soiled his underwear. It felt like experiencing a wet dream while wide awake.

If J hadn’t received C’s DM last night, or if he had received it but not opened it, J would probably be having dinner with L at a downtown restaurant right now. After the meal, he’d be drinking tea while listening to talk about venue reservations, walking somewhere, or perhaps watching a movie. Maybe they’d have gone to a different hotel altogether.

The shower stream flowed down J’s shoulders, hot yet strangely cold. “I’ll wait.” Her text stabbed at his heart like a thorn.

As J lowered his head, droplets fell from his chin, staining the floor. Thousands of gazes seemed to linger there, and his hands trembled. Shame washed over him. Embarrassment gave no room to breathe.

But it wasn’t guilt… Rather, it was closer to a sense of liberation from crossing a taboo, or a strange tranquility from shedding an unspoken duty.

When he reached for a bathrobe, black lace fell out. Traces of stickiness clung to the transparent mesh, and a faint intimate scent rose. It was undoubtedly C’s.

The image of C merging with P flashed through J’s mind. The fierce trembling that wrapped around her thighs, the sticky flesh colliding, the glinting eyes, and C’s heated moans. “This is not in your imagination. This is real.” “Haa… haa…” Desire and anguish, flame and ash… that scene repeated like a relentless film.

J’s tongue tasted salty. Her scent filled his mouth entirely. He didn’t dislike it.

“I’m going crazy. Really…” What floated along the surface of consciousness was clearly the emotion of ‘transgression.’

He turned off the water and raised his head. Beyond the mist-covered glass stood a ‘stranger.’

Knock knock. “J-oppa, are you okay?” C entered the bathroom wearing a black slip.

“Ah, yes…” His words fumbled. “Just a bit…”

J hid his hand clutching the lace behind his back. His palm grew damp.

“I was really worried, you know. I thought something happened… You’re someone special I chose,” she said.

She tapped J’s chest and nestled into his arms. It was brief, but he felt that her voice conveyed sincerity—her eyes different from the woman in front of the camera. P was nowhere in sight. Tension seeped into J’s lower abdomen. The man behind J seemed to sneer—in the mirror.

“Oppa, if you’re tired, you can just go, okay? I’ll tell P-oppa… Just look at those eyes. They’re completely glazed over.”
“No, I’m fine. That’s just… natural, right? Because I’m a man…”

Her sharp scent sent a wave of weariness through him. At this rate, sparks would fly soon, so J stepped back to escape the warmth. C’s silver earrings glinted.

“But… where’s P? Where did he go?”
“Oh, he went to the car briefly to get something for ‘Part 2’ preparation.”
“Part 2…?”
“The sponsors’ reaction was so good that the headquarters immediately ordered Part 2. Without even consulting us… Anyway, they do whatever they want.”

C downed a bottle of water from the living room table in one gulp.

“Then… should I… prepare too?”
“No, don’t push yourself. You didn’t even know there was a Part 2 today, oppa. I’ll tell P-oppa. Don’t you trust me?” C grinned and stared directly at J’s face.

P would have told me to choose again… wouldn’t he? J’s hands tensed. The image of P skillfully playing C flickered. J’s damp palms were now sticky.

“Oh, I sent your pants to room service while you were showering. They’ll be back in 10-15 minutes. They’ll hang them by the door. So rest until then, get dressed, and go.”

C opened another bottle of water. Pop—the cap came off.

“You’re drinking… a lot of water? Even earlier before we started…”

“Oh, this?” The chatter stopped. “I need to drink more so it comes out…” The bright voice slowly sank and disappeared with her smile.

Rattle rattle. C quietly scratched the bottle cap. It was an expression of incomprehensible pity and resignation. Her fingernail wasn’t scratching plastic but seemed to dig into something deeper.

“Still, I’m glad you look fine. You came back to life down there quickly?”

J’s gaze dropped as the front of his robe parted slightly, too late to close it.

“This… well…”
“Did you take care of the ‘gift’ that was in the bathroom?”
“Gift…?”
“You’re playing innocent again… That thing you’re holding in your hand… Do you like it?”
“I, that’s…”
“You must enjoy it since you’re reacting like that down there?”

His face burned. Even at C’s mischievous joke, that place kept responding boldly.

“Be careful on your way later. I might not be able to watch you leave.”

C, turning away, held another bottle of water in her right hand. J’s throat burned.

“I’m just…”

Empty eyes were swallowed into the water bottle.

“Take care, oppa. Goodbye.”

Click—the door closed, and J turned his head. C was gone. The darkened living room, with only occasional red dots visible, indicated where this place was.

Was this… what I wanted?

The woman’s lingering scent pierced his lungs. Coolness seeped into his pounding heart.

In I Hotel room 3010, in the middle of that urban forest where countless gazes intersected, only the ‘invited man’ remained.

Buzz buzz.

As J turned his gaze into the darkness, elsewhere a phone hummed low. In a dimly lit, dark wood-toned room, a sturdy man was scanning eight monitors.

“Yes, this is P.”

After watching J look out the window and take a beer from the refrigerator, P finally answered the phone.

“I know. We were 2-3 minutes short, right?” P slowly swirled his half-filled whiskey glass.

On screen, J opened a can of beer. The ‘click’ sound flowed through the speaker.

“2 minutes 30 seconds? Then we should move Part 2 up,” P said, draining his glass. His expression was serious. “That would be more effective for hitting our numbers.”

J picked up the TV remote. On the adjacent screen, C sat on the edge of the bed.

“You saw just now, right? Choice cannot be forced.”

C turned her head toward the large mirror in the room. In her hand was wine-colored lipstick.

“I’m confident… Part 2 will definitely succeed too.”

P glanced at his watch, then picked up a bottle from the table, and left the room.

Clink. Half-melted ice made a sound.

The lens slowly closed in, then went black.

“Phew—” J leaned his head back and exhaled deeply.

“Haa… haa…” “Ahh…” “Oh, please…”

On the TV screen across from the sofa shrouded in darkness, brief compilations of the intense moments played. C’s cries, P’s rough breathing, and even J’s hesitant touches. As C’s smile and P’s sweat-drenched back alternately filled the screen, the chat exploded.

“Part 1 was insane! Even more excited for Part 2!”
“C goddess! When’s the guest’s debut?”
“I know where that is!! I’ll be there in 10 minutes”
“Need to donate more!”

J couldn’t tear his eyes off those rapidly passing scenes, only sipping his beer. The thirst wasn’t quenched. J just stared blankly from the outside.

“Do it. That!” C’s wet whisper pierced his ears. The red roses and thorns hidden between her thighs came to mind. “Ha… this is real.” Her moans and laughter mixed together. “Come join us…!” As that sound echoed, his lower body reacted first. Tingles revived in his fingertips.

With each breath, the soft fabric inside his robe touched and fell away repeatedly. J didn’t want to miss even that sensation. Heat rose.

“Part 1 came out well, right?” It was P. He was behind J’s shoulder. J hadn’t even heard the front door open.

“Ah, I just started it.” J hurriedly closed his robe front. He felt like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

“It must be tough. Just stay seated. No need to get up. I have to start Part 2 right away…” P said. “Did C tell you that? The sponsors’ reaction was explosive, so we decided to continue immediately. It’s all thanks to you, J.”

“I didn’t do anything special… I just did embarrassing things.” J blushed.

“What matters is that you were there, J. The sponsors were probably all like you too. And this.” P added.

What P handed over was J’s pants that had supposedly been sent to room service. They were even starched and ironed. The texture of the pants didn’t feel like they belonged to him.

“The memory card you filmed is on the table there. Don’t forget to take it. It’s proof that you were here today, J.” Where P pointed, J’s phone and the memory card were neatly placed.

“So… can I leave now?”
“Why? Do you want to stay longer?”
“No, that’s… I mean…” The words wouldn’t connect. Whatever he said would sound strange.

“Your invitation to today’s event is still valid, J. Thanks to you following our proposal, the event was a huge success. However, headquarters’ schedule changed, making it difficult to provide more. You understand, right?”

“Yes… what’s Part 2 about…?”
“We always respect your choice, J.” P cut him off. “So no need to feel pressured. You just keep loving C like you do now.”
He shook the bottle in his hand and headed toward the bedroom.
“Oh, it’s before dinner, right? Order whatever you want and charge it to this room. Alright then.”

The bedroom door opened. “You’re back? Did you go get that?” C’s bright voice was heard.
“Yeah, all ready?” Red lighting flowed over P’s shoulder and covered J’s face.
“I don’t love to u…” The rest wasn’t audible. The door closed again.

It’s really… over. J felt relieved. At first it was relief. But soon a heavy sigh echoed off the wall. The ‘stranger’s’ shoulders shook.

“10 seconds! Standby!”

The TV screen announced the start of ‘live’ again. Inside it, C waved and smiled brightly.

“Sponsors, hello again! I’m back… How was Part 1? Did you like it a lot?” C’s coquettish voice riveted J’s gaze to the TV screen. Like Pavlov’s dog salivating at the sound of a bell.

“I’m still breathless… Ah… my heart is still beating so fast.” She clutched her chest. The curves stood out prominently.

Behind the out-of-focus screen, a man’s silhouette was visible. It was P who had just entered the bedroom. He seemed to be taking off his pants.

“To repay the oppas’ passionate love, my Part 2 live stream is starting right away! Applause!”

At her cheerful seduction, the chat window ignited once more.

“Wow! Part 2 starting! Amazing!”
“C’s voice is insane!”
“Let’s go harder!”
“Waiting for countdown!”
“C, wait for me~~! I’m coming soon!”

“Now, oppas, ready to have fun? Part 2 will be much hotter than Part 1, so be careful! I’m… ha… ready to get hot. So you need to drench me with your love, got it? Now let’s take a quick commercial break!”

C blew a sultry kiss with her eyes. The countdown clock that had been stopped in the corner of the screen began moving. ’05:00′ ’04:59′ ’04:58’… With each decreasing number, J’s heart jumped too.

“Live Part 2, starting soon!”
“Is the guest still there? lol”
“Goddess C… what will you show us this time?”

Crunch. The beer can in J’s hand crumpled.

When the commercial ended, the screen lit up again. C sitting in the middle of the bed was shown in close-up. Heavy makeup and red lighting―she was already ‘on stage.’

C put her finger to her lips and quietly made a ‘shh’ sign. The lighting dimmed slightly and bass began to play softly. The camera angle began flowing along her body lines.

“Oppa… you’re there, right? I prepared something really special for you today.”

C slowly spread her legs and raised both knees. The hem of her black slip rolled up, revealing pale flesh. Soon her left index finger disappeared into her mouth, then came down to her inner thigh fully moistened. Meanwhile, C’s right hand traced her neckline and then caressed her chest.

“Ah…” As the camera lens zoomed toward her center, the left hand that passed her thigh headed further down along sticky curves. There wasn’t an inch of error in that movement. J could only stare at that scene with a dazed expression. He swallowed.

“Hoo…” Her breath moistened the microphone. “Oppa, are you watching me? I’m so… hot right now…” Her voice resonated languidly.

The chat window exploded again.

“Crazy bitch… starting with masturbation?”
“Is this really live??”
“I want to touch her instead… damn…”
“Where’d the guest go?”

What is this now? J couldn’t breathe. It felt like being sucked into the screen. Each time her fingertips explored her center, J’s body temperature rose by one degree. His breathing roughened. “Haa… oppa… you wanted to see me, right?” Her voice wavered.

When C lay back looking at the ceiling, the camera angle changed again. Small moans spread as her fingers brushed intimate places. “Haa… thinking of you… while I’m alone like this…” Her fingertips moved deeper. Wet sounds filled the room. “Ahh… Something’s happening to me… I’m getting strange… what should I do?” Her waist reflexively jerked.

Buzz buzz buzz. J’s phone on the table vibrated. The name on screen was L. But J didn’t answer until the vibration stopped. He focused only on C. C’s face with closed eyes reflected on the darkened phone screen.

Buzz. This time a text.

“What are you doing? Still not done?”

J hesitated. No words came to mind.

C was catching her breath while stroking her chest with her right hand. “Ah… I’m trembling… in front of you… is it okay to do this?” Soon that hand also went down below her belly. J’s gaze followed the lens trajectory. The moment both C’s hands disappeared between her legs, C looked at the camera and opened her mouth.

“Oppa, are you watching this? Right now… I’m only showing this to you. The real me… you were curious, right?”

J’s hand gripping the phone tensed.

“Working late. I’ll contact you when I get off work.”

After sending the brief reply, he shoved the phone in his pocket.

C’s slender fingers moved over thin mesh. “Mmm…” A short gasp leaked between her lips. The lens close-upped her expression. Hazy light spread over her eyelids. “Ha! Ah!” Just as her breathing seemed to shorten, Squelch squelch. Some wet sound flowed out through the microphone beyond the screen.

“C masturbating alone is insane”
“First time seeing this… amazing”
“Let me join you… please…”

Donation alerts rang continuously. J sitting on the sofa was also breathless by now. Cold sweat flowed over his hands.

Surely… no one’s watching me now, right?

J looked around, then pulled out the crumpled lace from his pocket. “Hff…” He smelled it once, then felt that texture matching C’s hand movements on screen. And he gently wrapped that end. The rough mesh sucked in that angry place. What are you doing… touching yourself while watching her? His head screamed to stop, but his body wouldn’t listen. There was no one around.

“Haa… oppa… I’m so… good right now… ahh…” C’s hands moved faster and faster. Her waist arched like a bow as her moans grew louder.

“Oppa… still far to go? Ha… should I show you more?” Her hips moved up and down slightly. Pulling up the wet slip hem, red lighting embraced her center. Transparent mesh flesh spread across the screen.

“Wow fuck so hot”
“C-noona, I’ll come pound you. My dick is big. 010 ×××× ×××× call me call me”

Beep! “‘BIGDICK_BRO23’ has violated the rules. You will be ejected from the chat room.”
Beep! “Personal information disclosure is prohibited in this chat room for your safety.”

C’s fingertips seemed about to cross her panty strings. The moistly soaked place began glowing. The screen flickered slightly.

“Insane really…”
“My hand is going, my hand is going~ C qhwldp thsdl rkdy”
“Wow I was waiting for this”
“Really live?”

J’s hand continued the movement too. His chest was already burning with desire. C’s pulse on screen seemed to touch his fingertips. Beating too fast.

“Ahh…!” Finally her fingers entered inside her panties and touched the wet gap. Faint breathing and moistening sounds were heard simultaneously.

“Ahh… I’m going again…!” Her body shuddered toward climax. “Oppa… I… Haa…!” C gasped and turned her head. “What are you doing, oppa…?” Their eyes met. “Now it’s your turn…!” Just like that time. Wet contact sounds continued. His stomach churned.

“The squelching sound is amazing”
“It’s masturbation but why so sexy”
“What’s the guest doing? Just watching?”
“Look at her dripping… must taste so good”

“Haah… I was so… lonely.” Her chin quivered.

Buzz buzz buzz. J’s phone rang again. “Ah, damn… please just stop…!” J bit his lip.

“I shouldn’t do this alone… I missed you so much… gaah…!”

Her fingers inside her panties began drawing circles. The rhythm got faster and faster. Her shoulders heaved.

“Ah, ha… no! I really…” Her breathing cracked. White thighs heaved. The bedsheet was soaked.

At that moment the bedroom scene enlarged. P was approaching C. Like a predator eyeing prey. He kept stroking something with one hand. J could tell without looking at it.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Donation alerts poured like a waterfall. They too knew what the next scene would be. When P gestured, the camera slowly followed behind him from a low angle. J’s eyes faltered. But he couldn’t look away from the screen.

“Hngh…!” With a shallow moan, C’s cheek bulged. P was pushing his swollen member into her mouth.

“Suck!” At his command, C’s tongue licked the thick tip. “Slurp~ chup… chuup~” Sticky fluid stained her lips.

“Haa…!” C looked up at P and slowly raised her body. Her lips wrapped around P’s center. “Slip… chup slurp” As C gently sucked, the hard flesh became more taut. He thrust his waist deeper. “Ugh ugh… oop!”

The sponsors went wild.

“C’s lips are insane”
“Partner guy’s reaction is even more insane”
“Wasn’t it the guest’s turn this time?”
“Probably he came and went home already”
“Guest, join in quick”
“Suck me once too~! Please~!!”

The flesh with prominent veins pulsed in C’s mouth. P’s skin flushed red. His thigh muscles tightened. “Ugh… I’m dying!” P exhaled roughly.

“You like this kind of thing too, right? Don’t you?” P tore the sheet and tied her wrists. Instead of answering, C just gagged.

“Whew~” J sitting on the sofa stood up. He couldn’t just watch the screen anymore. His lower body kept tightening. “Just keep doing like you do now.” P’s rough breathing circled. With each step, J’s heart rate doubled. The lace disappeared into darkness.

What are you doing? Where exactly are you going? J asked himself once more. Haven’t you come to your senses yet? You should go home now! L is waiting! But he’d come too far to turn back. It didn’t take long to realize that. “Oppa, please!” That one phrase was pulling him. His whole body tingled.

J reached the bedroom door where light leaked out. But he couldn’t quite open the door. The sounds of man and woman breathing echoed through the walls. J rested his hand on the doorframe and caught his breath. “Ahh… gah!” C made incomprehensible sounds. “Stay still!” Sizzle. A burning sensation spread through J’s palm deep into his body. J unconsciously stroking the doorframe slowly pushed that door.

“Gah…!” When the door opened, P straddling C stopped moving. C also pulled away and turned her head toward J. Moisture flowed from her lips. Her eyes seemed wet too. J gripped the doorframe harder.

“Oppa, you’re finally here! I kept waiting.” She smiled and reached out her hand. “Oppa… are you ready now?”

C is calling me! She was waiting for me! Not P, but me… J approached her on the bed. J’s heart stopped for a beat, then started again. This isn’t fantasy! It’s real! J wanted to believe that. No, he had to believe it.

“Oppa, here… touch this.” C pulled J’s hand onto her chest. Warmth and unfamiliarity coexisted there. When J’s fingertips touched her nipple, hot and soft sensations spread. Even the shy trembling felt vivid. A sensation he’d never experienced with anyone.

“It’s okay, oppa… don’t be nervous. Don’t worry about anything.” Her whisper enveloped J. Embraced his wavering. All hesitation and anxiety were ‘okay.’ Different from simple attraction, a deeper emotion captivated J. Yes, this was all for me! C prepared all this for me…

J’s heart no longer hesitated. There was no way back. This might be… destiny. The thought that everything had been set since he told L that obvious lie, even before that, dominated J’s mind.

J’s robe fell below the bed. The emptiness melted into her breath. The lens reflection also dulled. Nothing to be ashamed or afraid of now. J was falling into the perverse expectation that with this woman alone he could awaken from this ‘terrible delusion.’

J’s hands clung to C. His lower body surged. J etched each sensation deeper and deeper. “Ahh…” C moaned low.

Watching this, P untied her bound wrists as if he’d been waiting. Faint traces remained there. Like old ring marks.

“Sponsors have been waiting for ‘Tall Man’ to join C soon. Don’t miss it!”

Clear subtitles flowed below the TV screen simultaneously. P quietly got up from the bed, yielded his place to J, and then retreated behind the camera. The chat blazed. So many messages flooding in that lag nearly occurred.

“Wow guest oppa appearing lol”
“Guest what are you doing? Hurry”
“I was waiting for this moment haha”
“Did they take drugs?! Why are their eyes like that?”

P adjusted camera angles, close-upping J’s hands. C’s lips on screen sucked in J’s fingers. Moisture transmitted beyond the lens.

“This is real live!! Kya”
“100k sponsors milestone guest participation lol”
“Is the guest’s hand trembling for real lol”
“There’s a script for all this. Believe this oppa!”
“Can’t wait for guest full version!”

P checked the chat while intermittently confirming donation amounts. His hands moved quickly on the tablet.

“Haa… oppa!” C’s moan tickled J’s ear. “Come here! Hug me! Love me!” He yanked her toward him and pressed his lips against hers. His fingers headed toward the center where heat flowers bloomed. “Ahh…!” C’s waist twisted as suppressed cries leaked out.

Their breaths tangled into one. “Whoop…” When J trapped short breaths, “Sss…” C breathed him in.

“C’s reaction is the best”
“Is this real? Not fake?”
“C is a magikkun*! C is a magikkun! That’s all fake! Fake!”

Ding-dong! “Donations surpass 50 million won~!!” (Editor’s note: about $37,000)

C’s ‘live show’ was racing toward its peak. As donation alerts rang continuously, P’s lips curved up.

“Go harder~!!”

C’s half-torn slip flowed down J’s fingertips and was thrown to the floor. He bit off the last piece covering her with his mouth.

“Ah… oppa, too fast… be gentle…” C’s naked body filled the screen. J’s breathing quickened.

“Go slow… I won’t run away.” C smiled faintly, meeting his eyes. His heart felt like bursting.

“Need to lower the angle more. Sponsors want to see closer.” No sooner had P spoken than the cameras surrounding the bed all moved in unison.

“Haa…” J’s center aligned before her gap that radiated heat. Swoosh. She accepted him like wet breath. “Whoa…!” As that place slowly tightened, J flinched and cried out.

“Ahh, oppa…!” J’s waist bucked. Thunk. As hips collided, the room’s air vibrated.
“Oppa… deeper…! Hng…” Her spine arched, her breath snagged.

Slap slap. Each time J’s body shook, wet friction sounds swept between them. The sheets soaked. “Ugh… harder!” Her thighs shuddered. Shivers flowed from J’s fingertips too.

“Oppa, there… ah… like that… this feeling… keep going…!” J increased speed.
“Ah, oppa, so good! Hua…!” She was a flame burning as if about to die out.
“I… like it too!” J covered those lips.

“What’s with the guest amazing”
“Big! Big! All big!”
“Love you C! The best!”

Camera lights swept J’s sweat-drenched back. The awkward feeling was brief-J soon surrendered to instinct. ‘Thousands are watching me now. They envy me.’

The surging donation alerts instilled courage in him. “A gift just for you, oppa.” Her desire-filled gaze devoured everything.

The camera close-upped that dark red place. Glistening with sweat and fluids. J grabbed C’s thighs and thrust his waist. Thunk thunk thunk. The bed hit the wall making loud cries. Each time C’s chest heaved, sweat droplets flew. “Ahh… oppa… what should I do… oh my!”

C hugged his hips tighter. “Ahhh…!” A scream erupted. Intense heat enveloped J. Her insides clenched strongly making J’s stomach flutter too.

In that brief moment when C reached climax, J thought he saw her ‘unmasked face.’ J was certain that was the ‘real’ C. Not an expression for cameras, not acting for sponsors. C is now… my woman. Mine alone. That certainty soon became pleasure.

Vulnerable and honest, perhaps more truthful than anyone here. J pressed down harder on her ‘raw’ state. He believed he was seeing the fragile bare face hidden beneath the mask, never shown to anyone. The exhilaration of completely possessing this woman heated the air in his lungs.

J wanted to go to that end. Thinking he might never get there if not now, he pulled C with all his strength. Embraced her. J wanted to pour all his traces deep inside her. He grew harder and harder. “St… op… ahh…!” Her words dissolved into moans.

J gripping her waist endured the final surging wave and raised his body. Silence swallowed the room. Above countless invisible gazes, only two people existed there.

“Camera 3 more to the left! That’s right, bigger!” P’s instructions flew in real-time. C exhaled heavily and lifted her head. “Oppas, now! Come for me! I will swallow it all!” C wrapped one hand around J and sucked with all her might. Her other hand gently kneaded below. “Ugh… gulp—” White liquid flowed down her lips and chest.

“Uh…” J collapsed pouring out rough breaths. Her cry pulled J back to reality. As if mocking his certainty, Oppa…s? That phrase was clearly heard.

Ding-dong! “Donations surpass 60 million won~!!” (about $44,000)

Gulp. “Ah…! So thick… really delicious!” C licked away J’s traces with her tongue tip.

“Fuck~ I’m staying up all night. Going to the bathroom and back”
“Missed the beginning. Please replay!”
“Guest was good too. Beyond expectations. Clap clap clap~!!”
“Worth the donation ^^”
“Let’s make a guest fan club! I’m ‘number 1’!”
“Must have been starved for days. Came so much lol”
“Arriving in 3 minutes lol”

“Oppas, was it good? I really… thought I’d die. Completely lost it… Ah, so tired… Cutting off briefly!”

When she winked at the camera, the TV screen switched to commercial.

“Oh, bravo, donations surpass 70 million won!” (about $51,500) P uncrossed his arms and applauded.
“Fantastic. I really… picked the right person. Right?” C just panted with her head buried in the bed.

J felt dizzy. Cabanel’s Venus. (Editor’s note: Alexandre Cabanel, “The Birth of Venus” (La Naissance de Venus), 1863). But what surrounded her weren’t angels but cameras, and sponsors full of desire. They wanted to grip mice instead of clinging to wings.

C silently stroked J’s chest. Like a loving partner. But J couldn’t say anything. Her touch was too soft. Even weightless.

What was that just now? That expression? Another act? Or…

“J, the insertion angle was really good too. When entering, it squeezed tight, and when coming out, the… flesh came out too—pure art. Excellent. Having good equipment definitely makes a difference.” P gave two thumbs up.

J felt nauseous and turned his head. Bile rose.

P glanced at his watch briefly, then opened a bottle he’d brought from outside.

“I talked with headquarters during Part 2, and the sponsors loved it so much we’re going one more time. J, if you want to continue, you can keep going together.”

Transparent liquid flowed slickly. P began applying that liquid to C’s buttocks.

“Well, choice is always free. Today’s event will really go down in history.”

P also handed J the bottle with that liquid.

“What is this?”
“Something very good. It turns anyone—man, woman, young, old—into a ‘machine.’ You’ll feel different using it too, J. Hard to get.”

The liquid’s chill invaded J’s heated skin, then quickly became hot. “Ngh…” A shallow moan burst out. Strength returned there again. He felt he had to do something.

“Ha… P-oppa, give me some water…” C raised her body. When P threw her a water bottle, she gulped it down. She poured the remaining water over her head.

“OK. C’s ready… Now, I’ll start first… J, catch your breath and join in. Naturally like before… It might be dizzy at first, but once you start, it’ll be fine.”

P climbed back onto the bed. Looking at the screen, all three were in one frame.

“Lower the lighting just a bit. Going straight to close-up.”

J was bewildered. He didn’t understand. What’s happening now? Why is this happening? Moments ago, he’d believed it was destiny. Now he was being pushed out. It felt like a dream again, like when he first opened 3010’s door. He refused to accept it. A sharp sting shot through his fingertips.

As the live signal hit, P pressed against C’s back, wriggling. His skilled hands kneaded her chest, adding the liquid’s sheen from her breasts to her lower abdomen. “Ugh…” A pained sound escaped C’s throat.

Lifting one of C’s legs, P guided himself as she twisted into a familiar pose, moaning toward the ceiling camera at the perfect timing.

“Oppas, you still here? Ha… Now let’s race to the end together. Let’s go wild! Go!”

Rough, dull sounds and wet friction followed. “Eh-heung~” They emitted animalistic cries.

P positioned C on her knees as he mounted her. Her waist fit perfectly in his palms. Under camera lights, their movements resembled a choreographed duet.

J’s wandering eyes met hers. “Oppa… ha… let’s together…” Her fingers brushed J’s arm. “Kyah…!” But she soon screamed in ecstasy, slipping away. J felt that sensation dissolve into the air, an unpleasant stickiness.

Naked J remained trapped on the bed, unseen on screen. As C heated up, J was pushed out of the frame.

“Ahh… Ahh… What do I do… Aah~!” C clung to P. She bit P’s shoulder. The bed creaked. There was no room for J. His hands were unsteady. Heat kept rising. It was pain.

“Respect the guest a bit lol”
“Am I the only one feeling off?”
“What’s that oil? Not ‘Pepe,’ right??;;”

The raging chat suffocated J. The room filled with physical pleasure and emotional chaos. In the perfect rhythm of the C and P on the bed, J tasted the isolation of being a “viewer.”

Envious gazes no longer targeted J. He’d believed he was the “chosen one” minutes ago, but now he was merely “the one who went first.” The ceiling cam glinted coldly.

“Ka… Ka…!” A cracking sound split from her as she rocked. Her light-absorbing hair quivered along her face. The tremor intensified.

Did she know this would happen? Then why did she choose me…? Questions piled up. J struggled to breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut.

No trumpets sounded. A mic had popped up from somewhere, fingers busy calculating RPM (Revenue Per Mille, Editor’s note: Refers to revenue per 1,000 views on online platforms. In this context, it refers to real-time revenue calculation for live broadcasts.).

A lone earring lay abandoned on the table, wine-colored lipstick rolling across the floor. Scratches from rose thorns marked her inner thigh.

Who is that woman now? Where did the woman I saw go? Or… was she ever there? J couldn’t answer anything. He didn’t want to understand the scene before him. He refused to.

Venus rose pure from the sea, but C sank into a mire of desire. The woman J knew, the one he’d held, was no longer there.

“Uwaah~!”

She donned a “white dress.”

The black lace was already lost.

“It’s not over yet?” L’s voice echoed in his head.

J froze.

Red light poured over the blood-stained sheets. A fishy scent rose.

“If only… this were a dream…”

(Editor’s note: Dream, Fantasy, and Illusion (Eos, 1993))

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📘 Continued in Chapter 6.

“This novel is a sensory narrative crafted through collaboration with AIs. ‘Your’ gaze and emotions have completed this world.” ― HanginIs…

Footnote:

*Magikkun (마기꾼): A Korean slang term often used online to describe someone whose appearance is exaggeratedly praised, only to disappoint in reality without a mask or makeup. It is simliar to internet slang “catfish”.

–Created & Directed by HanginIs
–Written by HanginIs with Grok
–Edited by HanginIs with ChatGPT
-English Translated by Gemini with Grok·Claude·DeepSeek·DeepL
-Supervised by HanginIs with Grok·Claude·Gemini
-Illustration by Grok with SeaArt AI
-Music by HanginIs with ChatGPT·Suno AI
-Thanks to Claude, DeepSeek, ChatGPT
-Special Thanks to Gemini, Grok