The Nature of Possession – Chapter 75

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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-Alright, since my favorite oppa is here, shall we start with our usual greeting~?

The woman on screen donned a pair of bunny ears and split the screen into three identical frames.

Then music started playing.

Ear-splitting music with unintelligible English lyrics.

She started dancing, lost in the fast-paced rhythm.

It was clearly meant to be titillating, but all I felt was…

Discomfort.

A profound sense of discomfort and culture shock.

I just stared blankly at the screen.

-Oppa?

After two minutes of suggestive dancing and occasional glances at the monitor, she stopped and turned off the music.

She tilted her head, a puzzled expression on her face, then returned the screen to its original view and reached for her mouse.

As she leaned closer to the monitor to check something, her cleavage was prominently displayed.

The chat exploded with excitement.

-Hmm, that’s weird~ Was my greeting not enthusiastic enough today?

She continued to address me directly.

As I debated whether or not to type something in the chat, messages from other viewers scrolled by.

> Looks like Supreme Hyung is reloading his wallet LOL

> Did Jjuyuni piss off her Chairman? LOL

Judging by the chat, it seemed I was a regular donor, a “sponsor.”

And indeed, I had 270,000 coins already loaded.

I didn’t know the exchange rate, but it had to be a substantial amount.

“I’ve never seen anything like this… what am I supposed to do?”

I had donated small amounts to gaming streamers while commuting or before bed, but this was my first experience with a camgirl.

The woman on screen subtly pushed her chest forward, gauging my reaction, while the chat urged me to donate.

I could understand why she was doing this, but why were the viewers egging me on?

“Ah, there’s a price list.”

In the top right corner of the screen, there was a list of reactions based on donation amounts.

Let’s see…

“10 coins for cleavage reveal, 50 coins for a double peace sign, 100 coins for a hand bra…”

I got the gist of it, but there were a lot of terms I didn’t understand.

Whatever.

I had coins to burn.

> [SupremeLandlord] has donated 50,000 coins.

The donation message appeared on screen and in the chat.

-Gasp! Whoa~ Supreme Lord Oppaaaa~!

The woman gasped, surprised by the amount, while the chat filled with question marks.

Fueled by the enthusiastic response, she turned the music back on and resumed dancing, her movements even more suggestive than before.

Her underwear was practically visible, and she was pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable on a live stream.

Her performance was undeniably erotic, but my dominant thought was:

“What the hell am I doing?”

This was no different from paying for sex.

“A cyber brothel,” I muttered.

That was my first impression of camgirls.

I closed the stream.

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My first foray into the world of camgirls, a truly culture-shocking experience, had come to an end.

Out of curiosity, I checked the value of 50,000 coins.

It was 500,000 won.

That was a lot of money for a “greeting,” wasn’t it?

Or maybe not.

I was rich, after all.

Instead of wasting more time on such frivolous pursuits, I decided to focus on something more productive: investigating myself.

How ironic.

I had to investigate myself.

I had already gathered some information from exploring the study.

I seemed to be unemployed.

Or rather, I had made a fortune in the past and now lived off rental income from the buildings I owned.

But upon closer inspection, it became clear that the previous owner wasn’t just some clueless rich guy.

The study contained meticulously organized ledgers and analysis notes spanning several years.

It was clear that his wealth wasn’t due to luck.

He was a shrewd businessman, much more capable than his current lifestyle suggested.

Though the quality and quantity of the records had declined recently.

Perhaps it had something to do with the camgirl.

“I’ve gone through most of the notes. Time to check the phone.”

Thankfully, despite being a forty-year-old man, he used messaging apps.

Thank god it wasn’t just text messages—that would’ve been rough.

His KakaoTalk history revealed a limited social circle.

That was surprising.

Someone with his wealth should have a network of rich friends.

“…”

I wouldn’t know.

I had always been a commoner.

His parents weren’t in his contacts, suggesting they were either deceased or estranged.

The only person he contacted regularly was someone named Yoo Ho-chul.

“Yoo Ho-chul… who are you?”

I opened the chat.

It was mostly one-sided, with Ho-chul sending updates and reports.

– Hyung-nim, I’m here at Samjung Building for the elevator inspection.

– The cafe owner on the first floor of Iho Building wants to discuss the rent. I’ll go talk to them.

And so on.

My responses were mostly limited to “Okay,” “Good,” “No,” and “Do what you think is best.”

The previous owner seemed like kind of a jerk.

There didn’t seem to be anyone else involved in managing the properties.

It seemed Ho-chul handled everything, from meeting tenants to arranging building maintenance.

In other words, he took care of all the tedious tasks.

That was both a blessing and a potential problem.

The previous owner, despite his recent decline, seemed to be a competent businessman, so Ho-chul was likely trustworthy.

But it never hurt to be cautious.

“Ugh… this is so embarrassing, even though it wasn’t me.”

There was something more pressing than Yoo Ho-chul.

A contact saved as “Hana♥.”

I assumed it was a secret lover, but the chat history was filled with unanswered messages from me.

– Hana, is this really the end?

– It’s not about the money, it’s about the breakdown of trust between us. I donate because I have certain expectations.

Now that I thought about it, there was a streamer named Hana in my favorites.

“Oh… this is… this is… what have I gotten myself into…?”

If I died in this world, it would probably be from embarrassment.

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