Hacking to Get Close to BJs (Streamers)!

Even just her voice sends shivers down my spine.

She must have checked the intercom camera.

“Uh, hey! Long time no see. How’ve you been?”

“How’ve I been? Do you want to end up cemented and fed to the fish, you freak?”

Her sharp tongue suggests she might enjoy Korean noir dramas.

“No, no, I’m not here to die! I just want to talk for a bit. Can we have a quick chat?”

“Talk? Sure. But only if I can slice your throat with a cake knife after every word.”

“Well, that’s… not ideal. Oh, cake? Was it your birthday recently? Wow, congrats! Should I get you a gift?”

“Your dick will do.”

“…My dick?”

“Yeah. Cut it off and show it to the intercom camera. I want it now.”

Not a single sentence flows smoothly with her.

I end up begging and groveling in front of the intercom.

“Seriously, please! Just a few minutes of your time—that’s all I need! I’ll leave right after. Just hear me out, okay?”

I put on the most desperate, pitiful smile I can muster, baring my teeth for the intercom camera.

“…(Silence)”

Beep… beep…

The intercom cuts off.

Footsteps approach the door, followed by the sound of the lock disengaging. The door swings open dramatically.

Standing there is BJ Sunhwa. Her platinum blonde hair is styled into voluminous princess curls, with soft waves from the middle down.

She’s average in height, but her sharp eyes and confident posture give her an air of strength.

Even at home, she’s dressed impeccably, wearing a form-fitting ivory dress.

She’s undeniably stunning—a high-level beauty—but her expression makes it clear she holds a grudge against me. Her eyes practically scream curses at me in real-time.

“Thanks for opening the door. So, can I come insi—”

Bang!

Before I can finish, she slams a slipper against the doorframe, creating a barrier with her leg.

“Where do you think you’re crawling to? We’re talking right here, you perverted creep.”

If people had visible favorability meters, and the max was 100, BJ Sunhwa’s favorability toward me would be at -100.

Just like the blocked doorway, there’s no visible crack for me to slip through.

“…You remember me well.”

“Of course, you bastard. Did you seriously think I’d forget?”

“I didn’t think that, no… And, uh, I am sorry…”

“Sorry? Now you’re apologizing? Fine. Strip naked and run around the neighborhood like a stray dog, and I’ll forgive you.”

“…That’s a bit too much. Is there another way?”

“Bite your tongue and die.”

“Pass.”

“Jump off the villa roof.”

“…Pass.”

As much as I brought this on myself, it seems nearly impossible to change the heart of someone who’s already decided to hate me.

BJ Sunhwa’s pride is unshakable.

If I had to compare her to something, she’d be a queen—or at least a princess. To her, our night together must be a stain on her life, a humiliation she’d rather forget.

Damn it. If I’d known this day would come, I wouldn’t have pushed so hard back then.

“I know we can’t turn back time. But can’t we at least get along from now on?”

“You want to be friends? Cut off your dick.”

“Ever since that day, I’ve deeply regretted my actions (total lie). I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you—please, just give me a chance!”

“Want to do a seppuku show? Should I grab a kitchen knife?”

Her domineering attitude always circles back to suggesting my death.

Every option leads to some variation of me dying—it’s like an infinite loop.

Eventually, even BJ Sunhwa seems tired of the repetitive back-and-forth. Folding her arms, she delivers her final verdict with razor-sharp precision.

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have blackmailed me or wasted so much of my time like this. A guy who’s sorry wouldn’t show up empty-handed either. So, what’s the real reason you’re here? You must have some other reason for tracking me down, right?”

She points out every detail like a detective piecing together clues.

Her intuition is sharper than Sherlock Holmes.

There’s no way a straightforward approach will work here.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“…Actually,” I begin hesitantly.

“What?”

I swallow hard, moistening my throat.

“…I just can’t forget your incredible body from back then! Can’t we do it one more time? I know I was a bit clumsy before, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while this time! I’ll make sure to send you straight to heaven—just one more time, please!”

I bow deeply, practically begging her.

It’s like one of those steamy comics where the guy pleads earnestly, and the woman gives in. That’s the vibe I’m going for here.

Honestly, the only skill I’ve really developed is in the bedroom, and this is the only card I have to play in front of Sunhwa.

As ridiculous as it sounds, I’ve got nothing else.

So, what’s her response?

I slowly lift my head, feeling like I’m scratching off a lottery ticket.

For a moment, nothing.

Sunhwa stares down at me with a blank expression.

“Wait right here,” she says.

She goes back inside and then returns… holding a hockey stick.

The sight of it is so alarming I instinctively step back.

“Hold still.”

“W-wait! Why do you even have a hockey stick in your house?!”

“Bought it after what you pulled on me. Turns out it’s coming in handy.”

She swings it with practiced ease, the whooshing sound slicing through the air.

Her moves are so precise, it reminds me of a martial artist in an old Chinese film.

I barely dodge the first swing and take off running like my life depends on it.

Not only did I fail to improve our relationship, but I somehow managed to make things even worse.

Back home, I desperately rack my brain for a way to approach BJ Sunhwa again. But no matter how much I think, I can’t find a solution.

A week passes. Then two.

For the first time, I seriously consider abandoning the mission. But no matter how hard I search, there’s no option to skip a mission in the app.

Make amends.
And sleep with her.

Each one alone is an insurmountable challenge, but together? It feels impossible.

‘You’re the one who pushed me into blackmail, and now you want me to make amends? Are you kidding me?!’

Frustrated, I throw my phone onto the bed and collapse face-first onto it.

Am I really going to be stuck here, helpless?

Is this how the paradise I’ve enjoyed for the past three months comes to an end?

That’s when a message pops up on my screen.

[Are you having trouble completing your mission?]
If you find it impossible to proceed with the current mission, we can offer you a special form of assistance.

[Yes / No]